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Chapter 324 Guilliman's Chaos Egg

At the same time, in Hera Fortress, in the Hall of Punishment.

Robert Guilliman sat on the throne, his face contorted in pain, his right hand pressed against his forehead, muttering to himself:
"No, this shouldn't be like this, it's not in line with our plan..."

Before him, wisps of black mist drifted out from the cracks in the stone bricks, like alluring dancers, swirling gracefully around Guilliman.

Guilliman waved his other hand impatiently:

"Get out of here! This isn't right! Our plan has gone wrong, I shouldn't be in this situation! What, where, has gone wrong!"

Below the steps of the throne, the Ultramarines clad in blue power armor did not resist the black mist like Guilliman did.

They reached out their hands into the mist, grabbed the gas, placed it in front of their masks, and inhaled it forcefully.

"hiss----"

With a long, drawn-out breath, the light and shadow around the Ultramariner rippled hazily, and the body beneath the terracotta armor groaned.

They are undergoing a transformation, a baptism, completely absorbed, grabbing handfuls of black mist and inhaling it into their bodies.

“Father, this is a blessing from our Lord.”

"My lord, please savor this delicacy; its aroma and taste are intoxicating."

"Do not."

"boom!"

Guilliman threw a punch, and the violent force of the punch shattered the Ultramariner's helmet.

The terracotta helmet shattered, but instead of blood splattering everywhere, thicker plumes of black mist gushed out from the cracks in the helmet.

Despite being hit in the head, the Ultramariner continued to inhale the black mist, his voice whistling through the cracked helmet.
“Father, taste it, it’s delicious. This is a blessing, containing the cries and pain of all living things. It teaches me to find relief in despair. Destruction and slaughter! Only unparalleled destruction and endless slaughter can redeem us!”

"Get out! Get out of my way! You are not my offspring!" Guilliman swung his fist to shoo away the Ultramarines below the steps.

"Bang bang bang-"

A row of Ultra Warriors were swatted away and smashed, and soon another group of Ultra Warriors stepped forward to fill the gaps.

They inhaled the black mist as if possessed, muttering incessantly, like demons chanting spells.

"Get out, get out, get away from me!"

Guilliman shooed away the figures below the steps, and a majestic voice descended from the sky.

“My son, accept your fate. You will bear this suffering in my place, just as we agreed.”

"You will become an eternal statue in Hera's Fortress, suppressing the restless Dark Lord."

"The Dark Lord you have sealed will become the greatest deterrent, and your enemies will tremble at the thought of you leaving your throne."

"Bear this fate, it will turn the tide of the war, and Alteramar will become the most dazzling kingdom in the galaxy!"
"And you, Robert Guilliman, will become the next leader of the Church of Omniscience, revered by hundreds of millions of people!"

A majestic voice echoed above the throne, possessing an irresistible magic.

Guilliman gradually calmed down and stopped clutching his head in pain.

He slowly reached out his hands, trying to grasp the mist swirling around him, his face filled with utter confusion.

Suddenly, the alarm sounded.

"Beep-beep-beep-"

Guilliman jolted awake and focused his eyes.

There was no black mist in the spacious hall of punishment.

Those Ultra Warriors, smashed to pieces, stood perfectly fine at the bottom of the steps.

Armed with heavy explosive rifles, they were ready to follow their father's orders at any moment. Seeing no trace of the shattered helmet, it was as if what had just happened was just an illusion.

"How's the situation at the front?" Guilliman asked in a hoarse voice.

"My lord, the false emperor has summoned Macardo to aid us from the era of rebellion. Horus and Macardo are personally leading the attack on Macragge, while the bishop, the patriarch, and the chief judge are engaged in battle with the enemy in near-Earth orbit. Macardo's psychic powers are immense; he has divided the battlefield, trapping the three lords in different areas, which Horus is then defeating one by one. We must support them as soon as possible, break through Macardo's psychic barrier, and help the three lords reunite."

What suggestions does the think tank have?

"I'm sorry, sir, we've tried. Makado's psychic abilities are too astounding; we cannot break through his psychic barrier from the surface."

Guilliman, with his hand on the sword at his waist, rose from the throne:
"In that case, let's go to near-Earth orbit to help them. Give me the teleportation coordinates."

The Space Marines beneath the throne transmitted a string of numbers using a sonic array.

Guilliman drew his sword and pointed it toward the open space below the steps.

A blue beam shot out and landed on the ground, a blue halo appeared out of thin air, and a portal to the enemy flagship opened.

Guilliman led the charge in, followed closely by the Ultramarines, and the portal closed.

As soon as the group arrived at their destination, they received a “warm” welcome from the Empire.

The Space Marines participating in this battle mainly came from loyal Space Marine legions such as the Imperial Fist, Blood Angels, White Scars, and Dark Angels.

Guilliman's betrayal was an unacceptable betrayal for them.

The blazing laser and the barrage of explosive arrows instantly struck Guilliman.

A pale blue psionic shield appeared just in time, blocking all the attacks that were filled with hatred and rage.

The next second, a bright blue sword light lashed out horizontally, sweeping across the entire arena like a whirlwind.

Wherever the sword light passed, the terracotta armor shattered, flesh and blood crumbled, and death and blood gushed forth.

In the blink of an eye, most of the Imperial warriors who attacked Guilliman were killed or wounded.

Their physical bodies were refined by the blue light, and their souls were absorbed by Guilliman's sword, transformed into even sharper beams of psionic energy.

Guilliman thrust his sword forward, and a five-meter-diameter bolt of psionic lightning shot out from the tip, instantly piercing through more than a dozen solid walls. Electric snakes writhed around the edges of the hole, and the metal walls glowed red-hot.

“Macado, come out and face me! Why would the False Emperor send an old dog like you to your death? Why is he absent from this grand feast?”

Guilliman strode forward, passing through layer after layer of walls.

At the end of the road ahead, a figure stood amidst the lightning.

He raised his staff high, and from the crystal at the tip of the staff shot out a screen of psionic light, creating an endless storm of thunder.

This thunderstorm barrier divided the lower deck of the flagship into several sections, each as brutal as a gladiatorial arena.

Loka's body was torn to pieces and burned in the raging fire.

Fugrim's human head and serpent body were severed, and his long, thin tongue was chopped into minced meat, which was then burned in the golden-white flames.

Despite being a mere mortal and blessed by the all-knowing God, Van der Erdl ultimately perished.

Only Kahn was still alive at the scene, but when Guilliman arrived, the heavy axe cleaved Kahn in two, and golden flames erupted from his body, completely engulfing him.

The murderer who eliminated Loka and the others was a towering figure with a wolf skin draped over his shoulders.

Guilliman roared angrily:

"Horus, if I had known you would come back, why did I let you go in the first place!"

Macardo defused the thunderstorm.

Horus strode toward Guilliman, raising his axe and pointing it at him:
"I'll say the same to you: if you'd known I was coming, why did you betray the God-Emperor and our father? Enough with the nonsense, Guilliman! Surrender, or die!"

Horus was as fast as lightning. One moment he was shouting and the next he was in front of Guilliman, his axe aimed at his face.

"clang!"

The sound of metal clashing rang out, and the shockwave spread rapidly outward, blasting all the soldiers around, friend and foe alike, into pieces, and even cracking the terracotta floor inch by inch.

"Clang clang clang!"

A spherical shockwave swept across the battlefield, shattering the warriors' corpses into dust. The terrazzo floor creaked and lurched, on the verge of collapse. Macado swung his staff, creating a barrier of psionic energy to contain the aftershocks of their battle within a small area, while simultaneously shouting:

"Guilliman, whatever Chaos has promised you, it is all unrealistic delusion and illusion! Lay down your weapons and surrender, and the God-Emperor will spare the people of Alteramar!"

Makado's words were pure self-deception; the Empire had already used extermination weapons, and Guilliman naturally wouldn't believe such a claim.

Guilliman wanted to retaliate against Makado with words, but he couldn't find an opening.

Horus's attacks were like a storm, while he was like an anvil, enduring hundreds of blows every second.

Such a terrifying offensive—is this the power the false emperor bestowed upon Horus?

Guilliman grew anxious, swung his sword horizontally, and grabbed a handful of lightning with his left hand, pushing it forward.

"boom!"

Lightning exploded on Horus's chest, but the terracotta armor, which should have been melted, remained as bright as ever, without even a scorch mark.

"Give up, Robert, my brother." Horus swung his axe again, smashing it down on the spine of the other man's sword with a clang.

Both men gripped their weapons with both hands and engaged in a contest of strength, the two cold weapons rubbing against each other and making a chilling clicking sound.

"The Archbishop of the Omniscient Cult is dead, and the Patriarch has also perished in battle. The apostate forces you rely on are now defunct. You still have a chance to surrender before Ottara is completely erased from history."

Horus leaned forward, close to Guilliman, and looked directly into the man's angry eyes:

"Put down your weapons and come with me to Terra to face trial. You have no other way out. Resistance will only bring death and destruction."

"Hmph." Guilliman snorted heavily, but could not speak. Horus's power was extraordinary, and he also possessed a means to greatly reduce the damage of psionic spells. Not only was he at a disadvantage in every way, but he also could not retaliate.

Now that things have come to this, perhaps the only way to reverse the decline is to accept that force.

"Horus! Makado! You will pay a terrible price for this!" Guilliman unleashed his full power, forcing Horus's axe blade aside, and swung his sword down with tremendous force.

Horus leaped backward, dodging the opponent's long-planned attack.

He was about to strike before Guilliman could change his sword stance when he suddenly saw the other man shoot a beam of psionic energy at his feet.

A blue portal appeared, Guilliman fell freely, crawled into the portal, and the portal immediately closed.

"Damn it," Horus cursed under his breath, turning his head to say:

"Macado, quickly open the portal, I need to take people and chase after them."

Makado rubbed his staff, his eyes flashing with psionic light.

A few seconds later, the light in his eyes disappeared, and Makado shook his head solemnly:
"No, the signal interference there is too strong. I can't lock on. Quickly proceed with the orbital drop. I have a feeling that the Chaos God is about to unleash a deadly attack that we can't withstand."

Horus nodded vigorously, picked up his axe, and left.

The voice of a high-ranking communications officer came from the sonic array device at Macado's waist:

"My lord, the Palu orcs have sent word that..."

"Wait, we'll talk about the intelligence later. Quickly organize the airborne troops. We must break through to Hera Fortress immediately. The psionic fluctuations there are terrifying even to me!"

Makado interrupted the communications officer.

"Yes, sir, I will convey your orders immediately."

...

...

the other side.

Guilliman teleported back to the Hall of Retribution.

Thick black fog reappeared here.

This time, Guilliman did not hesitate.

He walked up the steps, step by step, toward the throne.

Black fog rose from both sides of the road, condensing into hands that gripped Guilliman's arms and legs, as if both hindering and propelling him forward.

When Guilliman reached the top of the steps and stood before the throne, black mist filled almost every corner of the hall.

Guilliman sat down, holding onto the armrest, and the black mist transformed into a gigantic maw of the abyss, snapping down at him.

At this moment, Guilliman felt fear, but the suffering that Ottara was enduring forced him to accept a power that did not belong to him, surrendering his body and soul to a greater and crueler being.

As the black mist drew near his face, Guilliman felt a chill.

Black mist enveloped his head, seeping into his brain through his nostrils, ears, mouth, and eyes, and Guilliman felt himself solidifying.

His will quickly vanished, his thoughts and consciousness became scattered, and at the same time, he felt an infinite power.

Unprecedentedly powerful, yet unprecedentedly weak; the former represents the arrival of the Dark Lord, while the latter represents the annihilation of self-awareness.

suddenly.

Guilliman shuddered, and his dark vision was restored to light.

He opened his eyes in a daze, only to find that the black mist had disappeared at some point, and he was sitting alone on the throne.

The feeling of increased power I had just experienced vanished instantly.

"What... what's going on..."

An exasperated voice echoed from above the throne:

"Quickly! My son! Go to the secret chamber directly beneath the fortress and restart Pharos! Those damned greenskins have destroyed Pharos in the southern sector! We must restart the quantum teleportation array immediately! Hurry!"

"boom!"

"Rumble————"

The sound of impacts could be heard outside the fortress.

Pharos's strike seemed to have affected the fortress's energy supply. The void shield protecting the fortress mysteriously disappeared, and gunships and drop pods that descended from near-ground orbit slammed heavily against the fortress's outer walls.

"Damn it! Those damned greenskins!"

The voice above the throne cursed angrily.

It's too late to restart the quantum teleportation array now.

Before Pharos could finish charging, Hera Fortress and the underground facilities would have already been captured by the Empire of Man, and Guilliman's plan to become the vessel for the Dark Lord's arrival would be ruined.

"Aaaaaah! Why did this happen?! Those damned greenskins ruined my plans! Why weren't you all wiped out by those Eldar scum?!"

The high-pitched call turned into a piercing bird cry that made Guilliman's eardrums ache.

A cold gaze pierced through dimensions and landed on Guilliman:
"You're useless, you idiot! Become a Chaos Egg and provide me with my final value!"

A blue psionic beam burst forth, and Guilliman began a terrifying mutation.

"Buzz!"

A dark green ray streaked across the throne, piercing a small blue bird hiding in the shadows.

The psionic beam disappeared, but Guilliman's mutations did not stop.

He wailed in pain and despair until a dark figure appeared before him.

"You let me take Horus away, and I'll stop you from becoming the Chaos Egg. We're even."

The shadowy figure extended its right hand, its palm radiating a cold, golden light.

Guilliman felt a chill on his forehead and then passed out.

(End of this chapter)