Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 850 [292.] One Emperor, Two Guillimans Break the Defense

Another fate line

Yes, your solar system is well defended, Guilliman.

The dazzling blue sunlight spread out, covering every corner of the solar system. From the perspective of the subspace, the entire solar system was a vast expanse of blue. There were countless messages, countless whispers, countless deceptions, countless prayers, and countless prophecies. Every bit of psychic energy was stained with information and knowledge, and every grain of text was whispering. The solar system seemed to have turned into a monster composed of billions of twisted and wriggling text nematodes.

This is the empire established by Robert Guilliman under the Tzeentch system.

The emperor raised his eyes, and his originally dark brown eyes were sparkling under his scattered black hair.

He could see the small mechanisms set up by Guilliman, the tiny and complicated gaps, the layout that was like a puzzle, one link after another. The Primarch who loved change would naturally leave what he thought were "reasonable gaps".

The Emperor blinked with emotion, which reminded him of Tzeentch. The Lord of Change was also a similar being. He would set up coincidences again and again in the long river of time and fate, until nine and nine coincidences formed a joke of fate.

But the Emperor would never be fooled by such tricks - even though Tzeentch promised him again and again that a miracle would happen for every nine victories, Neos obviously disdained it. Perhaps only his strict descendants would believe the words that came out of the blue beast's mouth.

The Emperor never bothered to play such tricks.

If you face Tzeentch, deciphering the puzzles again and again will only exhaust your energy and lead you into a kind of emotional and spiritual madness amidst the conspiracy. Therefore, the way to crack the puzzle, the real way to win is never to answer Tzeentch's riddles one by one, nor to try to deceive Tzeentch.

The real way to beat Tzeentch's Chaos puzzles is to punch them in the face, kick these stupid things down, jump up and smash your fist into their face. The key to all the solutions is to hit them unexpectedly with the greatest violence, so that they cannot find a plan for what is happening now from their endless plans in a short period of time.

In short, just hit it.

There was an endless golden flame in the eyes of the Lord of Mankind. He stretched out his hand, as if piercing through billions of stars, with his palm facing upwards and slightly clenched. Amid the disordered turbulence of the subspace, the shadow of the lonely and unique planet seemed to have appeared between his eyes.

Pluto.

He wanted to replace the Pluto of the two destiny lines - as the first step to try to merge the two destiny lines, and also as an alarm to alert Tzeentch.

At the same time, his Pluto will begin to spread the gospel to this chaotic galaxy, a real voice that is enough to awaken those numb people.

At this point some kids may ask - for example, Guilliman who is vomiting blood on the front line - if you exchange the opposite Pluto, aren't you afraid that the opposite Pluto will spread the belief in chaos to our empire and cause chaos in the solar system?

Yes, bro, of course I will.

But the Emperor knew that the losses this would bring would definitely be less than the losses caused to the enemy. There are no winners in war, and the competition is always about who loses less.

What's more...what makes Neos so fearless is that at this moment, the Hades' Interior Ministry troops stationed in the solar system will immediately cut off all contact with the outside world once Pluto on the Chaos Line is replaced.

The belief in Tzeentch and Guilliman on the Chaos Pluto does not have a corresponding position in the main destiny line, so its strength is greatly reduced.

And at this moment, in the current chaotic destiny line, the Lord of Humanity is standing here.

The golden light in the Emperor's eyes burned brighter and brighter. The Lord of Mankind would not explain all the above reasons to his descendants. First, it was unnecessary. Second, his descendants would not understand. Third,...

Perhaps Neos simply hoped that the war on their side would progress faster and did not care about too much else.

The outcome of the battle on this front must be decided as quickly as possible so that support can be provided to the other front as soon as possible.

Above the starry sky, the asteroid was flickering, and its gravitational field changed dramatically. The satellite stations surrounding it were torn apart by the huge force. In the subspace, the entire planet that was emitting dazzling blue light suddenly seemed to have turned into a void vacuum. It was pitch black, as if it had been forcibly isolated from this space and time.

Neos slowly clenched his open hand, as if he was holding the asteroid in his fist.

Then, a golden light flashed!
A huge shock wave spread across the galaxies, scattering countless fleets that were heading towards Pluto. Countless meteorites were shaken away and fired out like bullets, piercing through the space stations that were rocking in the huge waves. A shrill scream exploded from that point, and the entire galaxy seemed to fall into a brief tinnitus.

In a trance, he could faintly hear the information contained in the scream -

+++Praise the Emperor!!! +++
In the Terra Gardens, Guilliman stood up suddenly. The tea set in front of him was knocked over by his sudden rise and fell to the ground, spilling all over the ground like silver bells. The hot tea flowed on the ground, but the Primarch didn't care about it at all. He opened his eyes wide and stared at the position of Pluto at the moment, with blood flowing from his ears and eyes.

There, through the blue sky of Terra, the Primarch saw a hole like broken glass. A huge, dazzling, disgusting light gold color was covering the planet. Densely packed dots like an ant colony were neatly surrounding Pluto.

Guilliman roared ferociously and almost out of control for the first time. He stretched out his hand, as if he didn't understand what the Emperor was doing - he didn't want the Empire on his side?! Did the Lord of Mankind consider that this move would have no chance of ending? Did the Lord of Mankind not intend to care about the Empire and the army in his destiny?!
Oh, by the way, he is the Lord of Humanity!!!

[Is he crazy? ! ! ! ! ]/[Is he crazy? ! ! ! ]

On the other side, Guilliman dodged the next attack and roared. Even though most of the victorious soldiers around him didn't know what their Primarch was suffering from, even though it was not decent, even though it was not an emotion that a rational king should express, Guilliman still shouted this sentence from the bottom of his heart.

Even though he had already drafted "Defense Draft Version 0.03 Regarding Pluto's Sudden Rebellion and Chaos Tzeentch Faith" in the enemy's rain of swords in the previous moment and sent it to Terra Headquarters, and confirmed that Terra had received the plan.

But Guilliman's soul and emotions obviously had not caught up with his reason - this was the Emperor, his good father, the good king of the Empire. Guilliman felt a balloon filled with needles expanding in his chest and finally exploding.

*****!

Guilliman began to curse in his heart, and changed the defense draft to version 0.09. He also ducked to avoid the sword of the cold-blooded Guilliman. It was not known whether it was his illusion, but Guilliman felt that the psychic energy on his body had weakened, just like a bad signal. But this illusion was rejected by Guilliman after a flash. The Primarch was not a receiving signal, but a base station that continuously released psychic energy and faith. Guilliman swung his sword, thinking that his sword would be blocked - as expected, it was indeed blocked by the opponent.

Guilliman once again changed his defense draft to version 1.05. The biggest change in this version was because he decided to increase the proportion of support from the Martian Mechanicus. Then he also received a reply message from Terra. Thanks to a black existence that he could not think of at the moment and was a billion times more reliable than the Emperor, the most urgent message was conveyed quickly.

Guilliman once again took the opportunity to join Malcador in cursing the Lord of Mankind during the psychic communication - it was obvious that the two people who disliked each other had reached a kind of supreme tacit understanding and trust at this moment, and all this was thanks to a certain inhuman Neos.

Guilliman changes the draft to version 1.11.

Guilliman once again entertained the idea in his mind that his opponent's psychic powers were weakening, as if his signal source was no longer providing him with energy.

This time he did not rush to deny this hypothesis. He frowned and carefully observed the movements of his other self. Although Guilliman felt a huge rage rising in his chest because of the Emperor's actions, he still believed that he had enough observation and reason to judge and give correct orders on the battlefield.

Indeed, he observed the blue gradually weakening - although the degree was very subtle, it was undeniable that the power began to fade, like a stream without a source.

Guilliman changes the draft to version 2.00.

Everything changed after Malcador told him about the Emperor's actions - Guilliman began to wonder if the Emperor had really done something in the other world that had a direct impact on the battlefield where he was now, but he really refused to give any positive evaluation to the Emperor's actions emotionally, so Guilliman put this idea on hold and concentrated on facing his enemy.

Guilliman changes the draft to version 2.09.

The enemy's gradual weakening caused him to inevitably slide into a trough, and at the same time, Guilliman was like an ever-upgrading artificial intelligence. Every move and every style of the enemy provided him with data for evolution and change. While observing another self, Robert Guilliman's control over his own psychic powers was also increasing.

He had held the pen for too long, and holding the sword again felt unfamiliar to him - but that didn't mean he wasn't good at fighting.

Following the example of his other self, Guilliman tried to make his psychic power more powerful. He imagined that he was standing on a golden land, with holy golden light pouring down from the sky. His injured sons instantly forgot the pain under the golden light, while he stood angrily among the Ultramarines, wielding his sword burning with golden flames.

As the blue light dimmed, golden light began to shine.

There was a gleam of gold in his eyes, revealing the most essential luster in the eyes of this hardworking king, the look of a man who was willing to fight for humanity all his life, the light of hard work and no complaints, the light of idealism that, after recognizing that this galaxy is garbage, is still willing to burn itself to illuminate the galaxy.

A guy who has been knocked down countless times by life, by war, by the empire, by the galaxy, by his brothers, and by his father, but is still willing to choose to believe and work.

Guilliman changes the draft to version 3.03.

Guilliman looked at his other self, and the moment their eyes met, he realized that the outcome had been decided. As if it were some kind of prophecy, a faint golden light began to shine from the horizon, shining on the fuselages of the fighter planes that were dogfighting through the smoke clouds in the sky, and also on every soldier.

Did victory come so easily?
Guilliman was surprised, the other self should not be so weak, but he still swung his sword, a raging golden flame burning on the sword, and he slashed straight at the cold-blooded king, watching the sword in the cold-blooded king's hand being cut in half by his sword. The speed of his sword did not change, and the blade was still extremely sharp - he slashed straight forward.

throat! ! !
Blood splattered on Guilliman's dazed face. His handsome face was covered in blood, but he still seemed to not believe that it was so easy.

Opposite him, the cold-blooded king blocked the attack with his arm armor, but the sword still cut off his left arm. The severed left arm was spinning in the air. In the background was the cold-blooded king retreating in embarrassment while holding the broken sword.

Guilliman naturally would not miss this opportunity. He chased after him and raised his sword high again.

【You lose.】

He said this subconsciously, but saw that another self showed an evil smile in the gap between the panic expression. Guilliman suddenly realized something - a certain discordant tone, but it was the most likely answer now.

In the battle just now, Guilliman's conjecture has been verified.

[You are indeed not as strong as he is, Guilliman.]
The Primarch under Guilliman's sword said, Guilliman's sword burning with blazing golden flames had already chopped down his neck. The first drops of blood splashed from the wound stagnated in the air. Guilliman's eyes trembled, and before the head that looked like him flew up, his voice rang out,
[You are Alpharius.]

The head was spinning in the air, blood splattering everywhere. When he turned to face Guilliman, Guilliman saw the cunning smile when the lie was discovered.

[You discovered it.]
Guilliman felt his hands tremble - the thought of another self changing his brother's soul, thoughts and appearance was too blasphemous and absurd, so evil that Guilliman trembled -

Guilliman changes the draft to version 3.04.

In the golden sky that fell to the ground, Guilliman remembered that he raised his sword high. The golden flame on the sword was burning brightly, like a golden flag flying high in the wind. He waved his sword and hand high.

[Evil will be destroyed in the end! Fight! Fight! My warriors!!!]

The overwhelming blue ocean responded to him, and Guilliman felt himself shine brighter -

It was a very strange feeling, feeling like one was glowing from the inside out, but this was the reality, Robert Guilliman was glowing, he was like a golden light bulb of huge wattage, continuously pouring the light and heat, virtue and glory, perseverance and dignity, ideals and hard work from his soul onto his warriors, onto everyone who was willing to believe in humanity and fight for it.

Roboute Guilliman felt as if he had grown a little bigger, and the light in his eyes had grown a little brighter - even though his heart was still bleeding because of the Emperor's actions.

Guilliman changed the draft to version 3.05 and called on Malcador to reunite with them with Hades.

(End of this chapter)