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Chapter 276: Fulgrim, you are peeking, right?
"No!!!" Calgar's roar echoed in the temple.

Not only him, but all the Ultramarines present let out a roar of pain.

The same emotions, similar anger, linked blood, even caused a wave of disturbances in the subspace.
But roaring alone could not stop the black sword that fell from the sky and reality at the same time.

Death descended from the void. A tall, blue, round figure and Zhou Yun of the real universe simultaneously thrust their swords into Robert Guilliman's chest.

The burning blood flowed from the chest of the Emperor's son, turning into steam and disappearing on the black sword burning with death.

Robert Guilliman let out a low roar of pain
"No! What did you do!"

Karga's voice was almost hoarse, and he charged forward again regardless of everything.

However, the teardrop-like spear passed silently and shattered the power armor on Calgar's leg before he could react.
The shooting skill surprised Calgar even in his anger.

He fell heavily on the steps in front of the throne, looking at the figure in the linen robe in disbelief.

The figure waved the teardrop spear in his hand, harvesting the lives of the Black Legion like an old farmer harvesting wheat on Macragge.

Every time the spear tip flashed, a head of the black army flew into the sky.
His spear tip skillfully and accurately hit the neck of each black legion,

Such an amazing skill.
Karga felt dizzy and vaguely thought that the teardrop-shaped spear looked familiar.
It seems to have been seen in a mural, a legend, or a period of history.
Calgar saw the figure in the linen robe slowly turn his head and look at his dying gene father.

The black sword was slowly pulled out of Roboute Guilliman's chest, drawing out the blood and life of the Primarch.

The corner of the mouth in the linen robe seemed to be raised with a smile.
"King of lateness, now it's your turn to die"

"Father!" Calgar only had time to let out a cry of pain.

Death
Robert Guilliman looked at the scene in front of him blankly.
Fulgrim's blade had sliced ​​his neck?

No, that may have been long past, that may have been a long time ago,

This time, it was a pitch-black blade that took his life.
The sword seemed to be constantly hunting his own death, piercing out from under the thin veil of reality, piercing into his chest, taking his life away.
It hurts. Intense pain attacks Robert Guilliman's chest, and blood keeps flowing out.

The sword cut his ribs, pierced his heart and many important organs, and left a kind of burning and cold fire of death in his chest.

Guilliman wanted to raise his hand to cover his chest, but he couldn't.

He could no longer lift his once powerful arms, and the vitality in his flesh and blood seemed to have been drained away. The hot machinery wrapped around his body like tentacles.
Death
"Father!"

Robert Guilliman seemed to hear a wail.
A blue-armored Ultramarines knelt on the steps in front of him. It might be one of his genetic descendants.

Roboute Guilliman wanted to speak, he tried to raise his head.
A linen-robed figure standing in front of him seemed to notice his efforts and slowly turned his head to look at him.
A clear laugh that was familiar to Robert Guilliman sounded.

"King of lateness, now it's your turn to die"

There was a hint of joking, a hint of resentment, and just the right amount of mockery in those words.
Who are you.
Robert Guilliman wanted to ask this question.
But he was weighed down by the weight of death, and he fell deeper and deeper.

Do not,
The soul of Robert Guilliman roared in pain,
Do not,
Who will protect them in the future?

Who will help them in the future?

Who will save our business in the future?
No.
But death was merciless. Guilliman could clearly feel his organs weakening bit by bit. His heart suddenly stopped beating, and the electrical signals in his brain stopped flowing.

He stood on the cliff where reality and the warp met, and heard the crazy laughter of the gods. Cold, sticky scales wrapped around his body, and playful groans sounded from the void.

"finally."

“The most arrogant one.”

“The most boring one.”

The rustling sound of velvet lingered in Robert Guilliman's ears, as if a snake was scratching on it.

The fangs were exposed between his tightly pursed lips, and the intense joy, pleasure and happiness became poison and dripped into the wound on his neck.
The snake will come out from here, tearing apart the glory of Robouti Guilliman and causing him to fall into eternal decadence and mockery.
A scaly creature that looked like a cross between an eel, a sea snake, a slug, and an Ouroboros emerged from the wound on Robouti Guilliman's neck.

But at this moment, the snake noticed a new scar on Robert Guilliman's chest, which was wrapped with a power completely different from his own.

That is that is death
The snake suddenly realized something and tried to retract its body.
However, the wound on Robert Guilliman's chest suddenly expanded, and a blue arm and a white round hand stretched out from it, tightly holding a pitch-black sword with a thick smell of death wrapped around it.
The snake uttered a horrified wail, but the black sword held in the round hand killed Robert Guilliman without hesitation, and also killed him who was living in Robert Guilliman.
The black sword wrapped with death pierced through the snake's body, and a wave of intense pain swept through the snake's body.

It was a pain without any pleasure or stimulation, a cold, dull, empty pain that could not bring any spiritual stimulation, but only a strong desire for self-destruction.
The snake parasitic on Robert Guilliman let out a wail and dissipated into death.

"what!!!!"

In the palace of Slaanesh, Fulgrim let out a sharp howl of pain.

His body slid from the velvet throne, and the fifth crone sword, burning and throbbing, slid from his cloaca.
A pain hotter and colder than the Eldar death power of the Crone's sword swept through Fulgrim's body.

What Fulgrim found most unbearable was that the pain and death were purer and colder than those of the Eldar's death god.
There is no hatred or other emotions in it, only empty desire for destruction and pure death.

Fulgrim seemed to see the Destroyer of Worlds.
There is no doubt that this is the effect of the corruption that I left on Robert Guilliman.
But something is not right.
This kind of cold death and destruction definitely does not come from the Eldar Death God.

Fulgrim cast his gaze eagerly over.
He saw
Guilliman's soul lingered on the cliff at the border of reality and the warp, and then the cliff collapsed, and Robert Guilliman's soul could not stop roaring.

His blood, flesh, spirit and essence were returned to their most original form in the death storm of the warp.

It was a raging storm of blue and gold, moving in a unique and strange order, reflecting the workings of the stars of the five hundred worlds of Ultramar.
Then Fulgrim saw,

The round blue figure rose from the waves of the subspace. It had a huge head like a raccoon cat, and a pocket full of death hung from its belly, as if the other end of the pocket was the end of the entire galaxy.
The figure stretched out two round hands and suddenly grabbed the storm that Robert Guilliman had transformed into.
In an instant, the storm began to regain its soul, form, body and substance, and gradually reshaped into Robert Guilliman himself.
But at the same time, the power of the blue round figure was also constantly seeping into Robert Guilliman's body.

He is corrupting Roboute Guilliman!!

Fulgrim uttered a sharp growl.

Who on earth is this? Where did this being come from? How dare he get ahead of him?
Suddenly, the blue figure seemed to instinctively sense Fulgrim's gaze and slowly turned its head.

Fulgrim's figure was reflected in the round eye, a figure full of distortion, corruption and deformity.
"You were peeking, weren't you?"

In the material universe, Zhou Yun seemed to have sensed something and turned his head silently.
But he found that his sight did not fall on the real universe, but directly passed through the entire subspace and fell on a.
A creature that looked like a mixture of a snake, an eel, a slug, and a fat white maggot was crouching under the velvet throne. Its upper body still had traces of human nature, but it had a pair of hideous, thin flesh wings, and under the wings were four arms as thin as needles.

Some traces of his former handsomeness could still be seen on his face, but the traces left by indulgence, drugs and depravity were more obvious, making his face elongated to an unreasonable degree, full of unhealthy paleness and haggardness, just like a pale snake demon.

Next to this fallen beast, there was a sword that looked like it was forged from pale finger bones. The blade glowed with a faint blue heat and vibrated hummingly on the velvet carpet. It was covered with mucus of unknown origin.
Zhou Yun looked at the pale blade that was obviously the fifth Crone Sword, and then looked at the demonic Primarch that was obviously Fulgrim.
Fulgrim was also looking at Zhou Yun blankly.
The fifth Crone Sword was burning on the ground, humming softly.

Zhou Yun guessed that this might be the ability of the Crone Sword itself, which would burn Slaanesh demons and actively attack beings blessed by Slaanesh.

But... but it seems that Fulgrim has developed some different uses
For a moment, the atmosphere in the air was a little awkward.
Finally, Fulgrim uttered a sharp and terrified cry, withdrew his sight, twisted his snake-like body and disappeared into the warp, without a trace.
(End of this chapter)