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Chapter 288 Eldar: PTSD is caused by stress

Fat Tiger Demon opened his mouth slightly.

Just this extremely simple action gave Robert Guilliman goose bumps all over his body.
His superhuman senses instinctively sensed the danger, and his body responded with a sense of fear.
The expression of Sanguinius standing beside him suddenly changed.
“No, this is——————”

"I!!!"

Before Sanguinius finished speaking, a short and sharp note came out of Fat Tiger's mouth, sandwiched around the word "I".

Guilliman, who was closest to him, felt a headache, a groaning sound coming from his internal organs, and the blood seemed to flow backwards against his body. It became difficult to breathe, and the reality in front of him was mixed with the warp, becoming difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.

"yes!!!!"

The second note burst out,

The notes pierced his body like an irresistible blade, the sound was mixed with the deathly intent, the bloody cruelty, and the endless yearning for music, as if the Emperor, Khorne, and Slaanesh were singing at the same time.
In an instant, Guilliman seemed to see the end and destruction of the entire universe, and saw billions of stars annihilated in the galaxy.

Saw the scarlet brass sword piercing the galaxy leaving a burning scar,
Saw the first cry of the Dark Prince as he was born, tearing the entire galaxy apart.
Blood flowed from his eardrums, and he gritted his teeth to avoid falling down.
"fat!!!"

When the third note sounded, even Sanguinius could no longer hold on. He tried to maintain his strength as much as possible, trying to stop the song from spreading.

then
"Tiger!!!"

As if announcing his birth, Guilliman was blown away and rolled several times on the ground, trying hard not to faint.
Sanguinius also groaned, his knees weakened and he fell to the ground on one knee. The barrier formed by his psychic power blocked most of the singing, but a lot of it still leaked out.
He could sense the subspatial nature of the song. It spread not only on the real level, but also on the subspatial level. Almost all the living beings with souls on Macragge heard this sharp and piercing song at the same time.
"Ms. Evelyne, please help me. Let your God of Death speak for me and let the God of Laughter rescue me."

Macragge, in the embassy that Guilliman arranged for the Eldar,
Hilandri Veilwalker pleaded with Eveline,

But the Red Armored Warrior, oh no, always stood in front of Hilandri, the Curtain Walker, and guarded beside Ivreni.
The two looked at Hilandri Veilwalker with vigilance. It was she who, under Zhou Yun's control, injected the anesthetic from the Dark Eldar into Ivrenee's body during Guilliman's Codex.
Although Hilandri Curtain Walker kept emphasizing that she was still loyal to the Eldar and Sigor and was only controlled by the Heart-Locking Scarab, Ivrenee and Thousand Faces still became alert. Even if what she said was true, they couldn't rule out the possibility of being controlled again, right?
Hilandri Curtain Walker is also an expert among the experts among the clowns, and she carries several props given by the human god of death. If she suddenly launches an attack, even the two people chosen by the god of death will not feel good.

"Curtain Walker, you have more freedom than us, why do you need to seek our help?" Ivrenee asked in a low voice, his tone as cold as a grave.

The corner of Hilandri Veilwalker's mouth twitched. She couldn't tell whether it was Zhou Yun's bad intentions or Guilliman's political tactics. Humans were now guarding against Ivrenee and Thousand Faces and strictly forbidding them to leave the embassy area.
But humans showed great courtesy to Hilandri Curtain Walker. They allowed her to move completely freely without any supervision, and would not even stop her as long as she did not leave the Macragge galaxy.

She knew in her heart that this was to lure out Xi Gaole's rescue, because Xilandli. The Veil Walker was controlled by the Heart-Locking Scarab, and to divide the Eldar internally.
"Old Xigaole has not replied to my messages. I really need you to contact him." Xilandli. Curtain Walker had a bitter face: "Old Xigaole, please try to save me. If he doesn't save me, I will be worthless. God knows what Zhou Yun will do."

Hearing this, the vigilance in Ivrenie's eyes became even heavier. Even the God of Laughter has abandoned you, and you are not ashamed to emphasize your loyalty to the elves?

“Even Inad is not allowed to enter the Black Library now. The God of Laughter has declined His visit.” Ivrenie said calmly.

This surprised Hilandri Curtain Walker a little. She had not returned to the Black Library since Inad's initial awakening, and the God of Laughter refused to receive any news from her, so she knew nothing about this.

“Why is the God of Laughter hiding from Inad?!”

Before Hilandri Curtain Walker finished her words, her voice suddenly stretched out, like a cat's claws scratching across a blackboard, and gradually turned into a scream.
Her legs went limp and she fell to her knees.

Eveleni was confused at first, and then a song sounded in her ears.
"I! Am! Fat! Tiger!"

The song was filled with primitive violence, a strong desire for the art of song, and the dead silence of the end of the galaxy. It seemed as if it was going to tear apart Ivrenee's soul, the planet under her feet, the entire galaxy, and even the entire reality.
The song that strongly declared its birth
Ivrene felt a frequency similar to that of the Dark Prince in this voice. This awakened Ivrene, and also awakened the ancient memories in Thousand Faces and Hilandri.
That is not their memory, that is the racial memory of the entire Eldar, a memory engraved in the flesh, soul and existence of every Eldar, and it is the deepest trauma of the Eldar.
Iverne suffered from a splitting headache, but the mental torture was even more painful.

The song reminded her of the fall of the Eldar, and the first cry of the Dark Prince at his birth.
Wearing the Blind Spot Star, Astarte, who was hiding his body and monitoring the Eldar, endured the headache and looked at the three Eldar lying on the ground with their backs hunched, twitching and shaking as if they were electrocuted or in an emergency, spitting white foam from their mouths and wailing in an incomprehensible way.
On the top of Macragge, Reina almost swallowed the sharp and piercing singing voice. Every muscle and nerve in her body was trembling and shaking, and a strong feeling of suffocation invaded her brain.

At the same time, she could feel the song lingering in the subspace for a long time, making it almost impossible for her to mobilize her psychic energy. This was when Fat Tiger still just wanted to beat them up, not to kill them.

Reina could feel that if Fat Tiger thought, when he uttered the first note, all the nerves in her body would probably be shattered.

In contrast, the two primarchs who were physically stronger endured more of the singing.
Guilliman's skin cracked under the singing, blood continued to flow out from under the Armor of Destiny, and the Emperor's Sword was inserted diagonally into the ground, supporting the Primarch's body.
There was no obvious damage on Sanguinius' body. He was farther away from Fat Tiger. As a Primarch with psychic powers, his resistance to damage from the Warp was obviously higher, but the feathers on the white wings behind him kept falling.

But what shocked the three people present was that the Fat Tiger Demon suddenly stood up from the marble floor, with many scars on his body caused by Robert Guilliman, and slowly opened his mouth.
There were waves in the subspace again, and he wanted to continue releasing the same song he had just sung.

The three people on the top of Macragge showed horrified expressions at the same time, and their bodies were trembling.
Robert Gilly stood up suddenly, and the Emperor's Sword in his hand drew a burning arc in the air, slashing at Fat Tiger like a solar corona.
The Fat Tiger Demon flashed and raised the baseball bat transformed from the Zangniaburi in his hand, which also rolled up a burst of eternal flames and collided with the Emperor's Sword.

Sparks flew in the thin air, bats and swords collided with each other,
Guilliman was clearly more powerful. He gritted his teeth and swung the Emperor's Sword hard. The burning Eternal Flame directly knocked away Fat Tiger's bat.

The bat in Fat Tiger's hand smashed uncontrollably to the side.

But Guilliman's expression changed slightly, because Fat Tiger's bat was hitting the statue of King Konor on the edge of Macragge Peak.
This statue and the one of Lady Euden were carved by Guilliman himself ten thousand years ago to commemorate the two elders who were like fathers and mothers to him.
The statues of the Emperor and himself were erected by the Ultramarines after his death.

Guilliman acted almost instinctively, sliding to the side to intercept the bat and pushing it to the other side.
There was a sound of marble cracking. Fat Tiger's baseball bat brushed past the statue of King Connor and hit the statue of the emperor, causing the gravel to shatter in an instant.

Guilliman's eye twitched slightly, and he watched the marble head of the Emperor fall at his feet, and his movements slowed down for a moment.

"I!!!!"

In that split second, Fat Tiger opened his mouth wide, and a note burst out from his mouth again.

Guilliman turned around and waved the Emperor's Sword to stop him——————

"I am back."

Fat Tiger and Zhou Yun both uttered this sentence.
The sword in Guilliman's hand suddenly stopped, and he looked at Zhou Yun, panting.

“Finally I found the right time.”

Zhou Yun and Fat Tiger complained in unison, as if they had the same will in their two bodies.
During the short time he spent in the material universe, he wandered around the Pharos Lighthouse, the Zerg Lighthouse, the Anthem Engine, and other things that could navigate in the subspace.

Zhou Yun even planned to go directly to the big and bright Astronomican in the subspace and ask the Emperor for directions.

Of course, this would be a bit risky, after all, the Emperor's status is still unknown.
Fortunately, at the last moment he found the light released by Sanguinius and was able to return to his physical body in Macragge.

"Hmm?" Zhou Yun was stunned for a moment, and looked at Robert Guilliman, who was covered in blood and breathing heavily.
Robert Guilliman panted heavily, as if he wanted to say something, but he seemed to have exhausted all his energy and could not say anything.
Then, on the top of Macragge, in front of the confused gazes of the three men and the great demon, Guilliman fell straight down, and the Armor of Destiny collided with the marble floor with a bang.

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There was a moment of silence on Macragge Peak, and then
"Stretcher team! Come on, stretcher team!"

"The invincible Lord Guilliman has fallen again!"

(End of this chapter)