Build Troops Like Hell

Guilliman's eyelids twitched again.

He remembered that he had been wearing a black tuxedo, a top hat, and a monocle, standing amidst the burning Nurgle's Garden, thinking that he was already very elegant.

Compared with this person now, he felt like a contractor who had just come off the construction site and was attending a dinner party wearing a borrowed suit.

Emperor should be watching too, and Black Sun must be silently watching this scene from the other side of Warp at this moment.

Guilliman is already thinking that he will have to go this way next time he appears.

A bit handsome.

I don't know if there is a tutorial video for this thing, or you can ask Asuryan for a tutorial. For the sake of my nephew, I probably won't refuse.

"Well done, nephew." Asuryan turned his head away from Slaanesh, staring straight at Guilliman with his gentle eyes, the satisfaction in his eyes almost overflowing, "I actually rescued Isha."

Guilliman nodded noncommittally.

"Now, Eldar has a god - me, the king of gods, the god of war Kaine, Laughing God Cegorach, plus a goddess of life and the unborn Ynnead. Aeldari Gods. Together, we can also contain a Chaos Gods."

Asuryan's voice was not loud, but every word seemed to be carved into the void.

He paused, and there was a kind of joy in his eyes that Guilliman had never seen before, like the joy of an old father seeing his son admitted to college.

"You have to work harder. If you are stronger and accumulate for a while, we can really counterattack Chaos. But this is already good. Eldar will gradually come back under my leadership, and then we will fight against Chaos together with humans."

Asuryan laughed, very happily. The laughter reverberated in the void, carrying a joyful feeling that had been suppressed for countless years and could finally be released.

Just because of this kid, he brought about changes, and now the situation is about to be reversed.

Not to mention that the current strength of the human and Eldar alliance is gradually beginning to be almost the same as that of the Chaos side. Even if the strength no longer increases, they will slowly accumulate troops!

The Ultramarines saved by the eldest nephew can also flood the Chaos!

When it comes to explosives, Asuryan is willing to call his eldest nephew the strongest.

The 2.5 million Ultramarines just slashed Nurgle's Garden, which was really cool for him to see.

The moment Slaanesh's double swords were unsheathed, the entire void seemed to be strangled by the throat.

It's not a metaphor, it's a literal meaning - at the same moment when the two knives appeared, Guilliman felt that his breathing stopped for a moment.

It was not because he was afraid, but because the very concept of "breathing" in that area was scratched by the blades of those two knives.

Chaos Gods's weapons never cut the flesh, they cut the rules, the cause and effect, the basis of existence.

Two knives.

One is named "Whisper" and the other is named "Echo".

Sixty-five million years ago, it was these two knives that slaughtered all Aeldari Gods in Eldar Pantheon.

The God of Forging hit Slaanesh with a hammer and was cut open between the eyebrows by "Whisper". The hammer is still embedded in the ruins of Eldar Pantheon. The inscription on the hammer handle reads "Never Compromise".

The God of Wisdom tried to avoid the attack with prophecy. He saw ten thousand possibilities, but the "echo" had already scratched his throat in the 1,327th future he had seen.

The God of Art didn't even have time to lift his paintbrush. His head was split in half along with the half-painted portrait of the gods. The paint and blood mixed together, staining the last stroke of the painting red.

Now, these two knives appear again.

Asuryan Looking at them, there is no fear or anger in those gentle eyes, only one kind - nostalgia.

Not missing those brothers and sisters who were massacred, but missing the time when he had to put down all pretense and fight with all his strength.

At that time, he had not yet been overwhelmed by divinity and humanity, and had not yet become the Phoenix King who sat on the throne and overlooked all living beings.

At that time, he was a flesh-and-blood god who would fight tooth and nail to protect his people.

He raised the sword in his hand.

That sword has no name, or its name has been buried with the dead gods when Eldar Pantheon collapsed.

It looks like a sword, but there is no edge on the sword; it looks like a staff, but there is no gem inlaid on the top; it looks like a cross, but the horizontal bar is too short and the vertical bar is too long.

It's hard to describe what it is, but the first time anyone sees it, the same word will come to mind - "judgment".

The white-gold sword is engraved with countless fine lines that are almost invisible to the naked eye. Those lines are not runes or spells, but laws written by Asuryan himself that have lasted for 65 million years.

Every law is an insurmountable limit, and every limit is an unquestionable "no."

Slaanesh did not wait for Asuryan to be ready.

His swords were crossed and then turned outwards.

A purple sword light exploded from between the blades. The sword light did not slash towards Asuryan, but towards the space around Asuryan. In the area crossed by the sword light, the option "Asuryan can move" was temporarily erased.

It's not restraint, it's not imprisonment, but the movement itself no longer exists for Asuryan in that tenth of a second.

Asuryan's body froze for a moment.

Just a moment.

The tip of his sword had already touched the void before the sword light touched him.

A bit of pale golden light spread from the tip of the sword. Wherever the light passed, the "movement" erased by Slaanesh reappeared, as if the words that had been erased with an eraser were rewritten.

His body moved half a meter sideways at that moment, and the purple sword light flew past his cloak, cutting off a corner of the cloak.

The piece of cloth fell in the void, and the moment it hit the ground, it turned into countless tiny pale golden light spots and dissipated.

Slaanesh's eyes narrowed slightly.

His second sword has been cut off.

This time, "Whisper" and "Echo" took action at the same time.

The two swords drew an arc in the air. The arc did not cut towards Asuryan, but towards Eldar Pantheon behind him - the pale golden Kingdom of God that was slowly unfolding.

Wherever the sword light passed, the edges of Eldar Pantheon began to crack, as if they were being stretched open from the inside by some invisible force.

What came out of the crack was not fire or energy, but laughter.

Slaanesh's laughter, countless kinds of laughter - men, women, old and young, high-pitched, low-pitched, sharp and hoarse, all the laughter added together, like ten thousand people laughing at the same thing at the same time: your kingdom of God is nothing more than this.

Asuryan's face has no expression.

His sword drew a circle in the air.

The circle was not big, with a diameter of only two meters, but the space inside the circle turned into another color at that moment - no longer the pitch black of the void, but a deep, dark gold like the last ray of twilight.

Countless fine lines appear on the inner wall of the circle. Those lines are not engraved, but grow out of the void, like the root system of a plant, spreading, bifurcating, intertwining, and finally weaving into an airtight network.

The net completely wrapped the sword light of Slaanesh, and then shrank inward, compressing the sword light into a purple ball of light that was still beating.

The light ball struggled in the net for a moment, and then broke into pieces with a "pop" sound.

Asuryan put the sword away, and the circle disappeared together with the lines.

The pale golden divine kingdom around him expanded outward again.