Then I'll Fight You

Lucius donned his final "armor."

A set of ornate armor, pulled from the family arsenal, that was far more decorative than practical.

He held an old, almost antique-looking Bolter in his trembling hands, and hung an old-fashioned Chainsword at his waist, its serrations seemingly dull.

This is already the best equipment available. As everyone knows, in the Warhammer World, especially for the Imperium of Man, older items are often the most useful.

Like an animal about to be pushed onto the altar, he stood on the rough arena with weak legs.

He looked up, glanced at the person opposite him, and almost fainted.

On the opposite side, Calgar had already changed into a full set of high-quality Power Armour, the azure armor gleaming coldly under the lights.

In his hand was Power Sword with an ancient and majestic design, its blade faintly intertwined with golden flames and azure Psionic Energy.

That was a gift that Guilliman had forged for him himself.

This sword was forged from its base material with Emperor Fire, infused with the Primarch's Psionic Energy blessing, and finally, Guilliman personally forged it repeatedly with a force of millions of tons.

The blade even incorporates trace amounts of Smart Atoms, ensuring its indestructibility.

Calgar casually swung his longsword twice, the blade cutting through the air and carving two clear, steaming furrows in the ground.

He then gripped the sword hilt with both hands, holding the divine weapon firmly in front of him, like a statue of a war god, his gaze calmly fixed on Lucius:

Come, mortal.

Out of "respect" for your "noble bloodline" and "ancestral achievements," I will go all out to deal with you.

All-out effort?!

To deal with me?!

Lucius felt his bladder starting to feel out of control again.

Let this noble scion fight against the Ultramarines ' Chapter Master?

With this outdated gun and dull saw, how could they possibly fight against that clearly divine longsword and that armor capable of withstanding a tank's main cannon?

This was not a duel; it was a one-sided, brutal execution!

He felt he would return to the Golden Throne at any moment, if the Emperor were willing to take in a soul like his.

"Thump!"

Without hesitation, he threw away the Bolter and Chainsword, knelt down again in the direction of Guilliman on the reviewing stand, kowtowing repeatedly, tears streaming down his face.

"Primarch!

I was wrong! I really know I was wrong!

I am despicable! I am shameless! I am not human! Please, have mercy on me!

Please forgive me!

The blood flowing in my veins... it is, after all, the blood of heroes!

Our family also made a small contribution to the construction of this Imperium!

He couldn't resist bringing up his theory of bloodline at the very end.

"You had a part in the construction of the Imperium?"

Guilliman tapped his chin lightly with his fingers, as if deep in thought, his tone tinged with genuine doubt:

"I don't think so...?"

He leaned forward slightly, a chilling, inquisitive smile on his face:

So, who is right?

"Are you, the son of the Planetary Governor, right, or... am I, the thirteenth son of the Emperor, right?"

He spread his hands, as if asking the void:

"Oh dear, this question... it's so hard to guess."

Black Sun:...

Lucius knelt on the cold ring, his whole body trembling so badly he felt like he was about to fall apart. He didn't dare to say a word.

He just wants Guilliman to suddenly have a change of heart and treat him like a trivial fart, letting him go.

"Okay,"

Guilliman sighed, seemingly disappointed. "You don't want to fight my Chapter Master?"

That's really... a pity.

Calgar, standing to the side, also wore a "regretful" expression and weighed the shimmering Power Sword in his hand.

He had already calculated that he could chop this lump of aristocratic scum into dumpling filling in a second.

"Yes! Yes! Please!"

Your Primarch!

Lucius seemed to have grasped at the last straw, stammering, "I... I'm not worthy to Chapter Master!"

This... this would tarnish the supreme honor of the Ultramarines!

I am not guilty of such a crime!

Hahahaha!

Guilliman burst into laughter, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the Milky Way.

He pointed at Lucius, his laughter filled with sarcasm:

"Since when has it become a matter for someone like you to judge and 'stain' the glory of my Ultramarines?"

The laughter stopped abruptly, and Guilliman resumed his "accepting advice" expression:

"However, I have always respected the opinions of 'ordinary people'."

Okay, we'll do it your way.

"You no longer need to fight my Chapter Master."

Lucius felt a faint sense of exhaustion, as if he had just escaped death.

The next moment, Guilliman leaped off the viewing platform and landed with a thud in the center of the ring!

With a slight thought, the imposing "Destiny" armor on his body rapidly disintegrated, peeled off, and retracted as if it had a life of its own.

Beneath the armor was revealed a perfectly sculpted physique, over three meters tall, clad only in simple training clothes, with muscles undulating like ancient mountain ranges!

The immense vitality and sense of power almost materialized into a radiant halo emanating from the body!

He grinned at the dumbfounded Lucius, revealing a smile that could be described as "sunny" but froze the latter's soul:

"Next, you, fight with me."

He paused, then added, his tone as casual as if they were discussing dinner:

"Don't worry, mortal."

You won't die today.

Your death... I have another 'purpose' for me."

Lucius opened his mouth wide, about to say something--

Smack!

A crisp, explosive sound!

Guilliman didn't even move a step; he simply raised his hand seemingly casually and waved it through the air from several meters away!

An invisible and intangible yet condensed and terrifying force, as sharp as a steel whip, instantly lashed Lucius's face!

He felt as if he had been hit directly by a starship's side cannon.

Screaming, it spun wildly in the air like a top being whipped at full force, tracing a twisted arc.

It circled around countless times in 360-degree arcs before finally crashing heavily onto a thick stone wall dozens of meters away, like a tattered sack!

"Boom!"

The stone wall was smashed, leaving a human-shaped dent, with cracks spreading like a spider web.

Lucius was embedded in the wall, his limbs at bizarre angles.

Countless bones in his body were broken, and he slid to the ground like a pile of mud.

He could only exhale, not inhale; he was completely paralyzed and couldn't even groan.

Calgar walked over and picked him up like he was picking up trash.

Guilliman's gaze swept indifferently over the other pale-faced noblemen in the stands.

No words were needed, just a glance.

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!

A series of dull thuds, like the sound of an overripe watermelon being crushed, rang out almost simultaneously!

The Ultramarines standing behind those noble scions faithfully carried out the silent will of the Gene-Father, their Power Armour -clad hands simultaneously clenching slightly—

Suddenly, a series of poignant yet fleeting "red and white flowers" bloomed in the stands.

Those noble young masters and ladies who were just moments ago mocking and treating commoners like dirt.

Before they could even scream, their filthy thoughts and so-called "noble bloodline" were completely wiped off the face of the earth.

Clean and efficient.

Guilliman didn't even glance at the bloodied stands, as if he were merely brushing away some insignificant dust.

He recalled the Fate Armor, and the azure armor instantly covered his entire body.

"I have fully 'seen' the landscape of this planet."

His voice was calm and even. "Now, take me to meet the 'creator' and 'manager' of this planet."

Our Planetary Governor."