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Chapter 310: Blood of the Primarch
On the battlefield, the huge God's Plague siege vehicle fell beside the rotten mountains, and the Metal Titans embraced it. Hundreds of tons of scrap metal flew off their bodies, and their huge bodies were like mountains.

Beneath those giants, dozens of Guardians of the Underworld and Sisters of Silence were slaughtering demons and Chaos Space Marines. Those invincible monsters were no match for the superhumans created by the Emperor.

No matter whether it was the most powerful veteran of the Chaos 1st Company or the most ancient Plague Demon, they were no match for a dog in front of the Sisters of Silence and the Custodians.

Sicarius fought with the Space Marines, mainly the Primarch Guards.

Each of them wore the champion armor that represented the glory of Macragge. On the blue armor, the golden olive branches spoke of their greatness and pride.

Chainswords and power swords swung and swung, while bolter and heavy artillery fire whistled at each other.

Now Sicarius swung the power sword in his hand, and a demon's head fell to the ground. On the side of his body, a Chaos traitor's chest was torn open.

But all of this combined is not as great as the wrath of a legend, the Imperial Regent wearing the Armor of Destiny, the Primarch holding a burning sword, Roboute Guilliman.

The most powerful Unclean One is but a move of Guilliman, and the most experienced veteran warrior dares not face the Primarch for a single moment.

Guilliman gripped the trigger of the blue-gold storm bolter with his left hand, firing every shot accurately, while he held high the Emperor's sword with his right hand, slaying demons and monsters.

The demons were terrified, because the Emperor's power was like a blazing flame that would burn away their rotten flesh and souls, leaving nothing behind.
It was more painful than being tortured to death, worse than being doomed to eternal damnation, and even far exceeded the concept of death itself, so that those demons who were not afraid of death fled from Guilliman like crazy.

It was as if the Imperial Regent was the natural enemy of demons. Wherever he stepped on, the filthy soil became fertile and usable, and wherever he reached, demons turned into ridiculous ashes.

The Emperor's power flowed through Guilliman's hands, granting him immense strength, so great that even his brother Mortarion dared not attack him.

But the further Guilliman advanced, the angrier he grew. He could smell the stench of his brother's body, he could taste the traitor's sarcasm whispered in the shadows.

Guilliman, who was usually calm, yelled, cursed, and spoke angrily.

"Come out!"

"Mortarion!"

"You dared to betray your brothers, you dared to join the Chaos Embrace, and now you dare not face me?"

"I, Roboute Guilliman, Lord of Macragge?"

The Primarch's voice was high-pitched and could be heard clearly without any equipment. Now his throat resonated and his blood churned with the anger in his ventricles.

The beautiful face of the Imperial Regent is now filled with resentment, and this emotion resonates, making every warrior who inherits his bloodline restless.

A large number of Death Guards and demons had to step up their defenses. To be precise, the Empire had not seen Chaos in such a mess for thousands of years, and the last time was the expedition of the Sun Lord Macharius.

And now, this time, Chaos was in even greater trouble than before, for they were facing the wrath of the Primarch.

At this moment, a great demon watched Guilliman kill his brothers with ease. Although he thought he was much stronger than those small fragments, facing a Primarch?
A Primarch wielding the Emperor's Sword?
He has no confidence.

Until his brother Kugath's voice came. "Seventh brother, Black Death, for us, for our father's great plan, you must do it."

"I will remember you..."

Kugath stirred the crucible, speaking of something that had nothing to do with him. The great demon known as the Black Death trembled in response. "Brother, even if it's my father's words, I..."

"That's Carrot, Motivational Man..." The devil's accent began to distort because of fear. After all, the sword in that guy's hand could really kill him!
The famous plague demon, the Black Death, was a deadly plague that swept across human civilization. Now, facing the Emperor's son, it was shaking like a sieve.

Although his bloated, dark green body looked like it could withstand a beating, Black Death himself wasn't sure if he could actually...

Although Kugath tried to persuade him kindly, he could not take action because he needed to brew the complicated divine plague, and his kind father would reward him generously after the task was completed.

It was no use coaxing or cajoling for a long time, until a pale, tall and thin giant walked in and clamped the fat neck of the Black Death with a huge plague sickle.

His hoarse voice came out from the heavy respirator. His dark green armor and rotten yellow cloak complemented his pale skin, and he looked like a big lump.

His voice was hoarse. "Go or die, by Guilliman's hand or by my blade. Either way."

The demon said in fear. "Mortarion... you evil creature."

He quickly pushed away the scythe and walked out of the position in pain, holding his rotten sword. When Guilliman saw him, the Black Death immediately cried out in fear.

"It still doesn't work!"

In his eyes, Guilliman holding the Emperor's Sword looked far more terrifying than the so-called Mortarion.

After all, being killed by Mortarion would only hurt for a while, but being killed by the Emperor's Sword would be the end of your life!

But his huge body is indeed no match for Guilliman. Although Guilliman is much smaller than the Great Demon, he has the exaggerated physical performance of the Primarch.

At the same time, several silent nuns quickly surrounded him and blocked the big demon's retreat route in an instant.

Now Black Death painfully pulled the long sword out of his abdomen. The blade stained with foul-smelling liquid was curled and dilapidated, as if it had been soaked in a cesspool for a hundred years!
But Guilliman was not afraid at all. He just twisted and turned, cleverly avoiding those things.

He had fought against Lion before, and even the Lion King had commented that Guilliman's swordsmanship was steady and sharp. It was inherited from the Macragge swordsmanship that worshipped force, but it was more rational and calculated.

That was perfect swordsmanship.

The only flaw is Guilliman himself...

He loves to daydream too much, and his powerful mind allows him to analyze and learn about his enemies. In theory, as long as Guilliman is given enough combat information, he can defeat any opponent.

Even Lion would find it difficult to deal with Guilliman after 20 virtual simulations.

But the problem is that the most useless thing on the battlefield is thinking, and the most useful thing is instinct.

Guilliman's brain is so good that he has all sorts of random thoughts every day!
With Black Death's attacks now useless, Guilliman realized he would have to retreat, but Black Death had not come to kill Guilliman or escape in the first place.

He made a desperate move at this moment and hit the Primarch's chest with his elbow, catching Guilliman off guard!

A drop of golden-red blood dripped from the joint of Kai of Fate. Although the original body's powerful healing ability had healed it, the drop of blood still fell squarely...

　Good news: The Black Death has been completely overcome by humans.

　　The bad news is that we are now in the 40th millennium of human civilization.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)