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Chapter 349: Mortarion comes to be beaten...

Guilliman's army was advancing, and he saw no obstacles along the way except for plague walkers and small-scale Nurgling forces.

This was not in line with his brother's character. The Death Guard's strategy of a protracted war of attrition obviously wouldn't allow him to do so, using only such a basic force in his own attack.

Guilliman could smell something wrong behind this, it was clearly a trap, but he had to take this world back.

The starport at the equator of this world is the key area, and it is obvious that his brother should be there ready to meet him.

However, there was still one thing Guilliman didn't understand. That was why the opponent didn't choose his accustomed fighting style when he had so many troops, but chose to wait for him to be trapped.

He didn't understand where his brother's inexplicable self-confidence came from...

Guilliman didn't know, but if Ku'gath were here, the great daemon would certainly answer.

That's 7, that's that damn numerology, that thing that doesn't make sense!

Obviously, Guilliman would not believe that the intersection of several planets would lead to his failure, so he couldn't understand it no matter how hard he tried.

He had so many more Primaris Space Marines and veterans under his command than the Death Guard, and he also had the Sisters of Silence and the Custodes to help him. How could that kid Mortarion dare to provoke him?
Does betrayal reduce the activity of brain cells?

Guilliman had reason to believe that the belief in Chaos had made a fool of the greatest strategist in the universe.

This incident is enough to prove that chaos is harmful to people.

As Guilliman's army quickly entered the huge city of Aix First Transfer Station attached to the starport.

They saw the empire's residents who still retained their sane nature living hard. Even though the water and food had been polluted, they still relied on their firm beliefs to stay in their homeland.

Guilliman arranged for the evacuation of the city, realizing that this city was the stage deliberately left for him by his brother.

The simple question then is when will Mortarion attack?

Ten knight mechas and one warhound-class Titan were deployed near the city for defense and reconnaissance.

Guilliman walked to the side of the Governor's Palace and saw that the place had been painted with many grotesque symbols by crazy cultists, as well as a large number of traces of war. It was obvious that after the Governor's authority was overthrown, those people still persisted until now.

Sicarius spoke now. "Father, there is no need to mourn for the loyal. Loyalty itself is its reward."

Guilliman replied. "Just like something the Lion would say."

"And I know that my brother is irritating me, getting on my nerves, hoping I'll lose my mind."

"He wanted the tragedy to happen again, and wanted me to act like a wild animal or a madman."

"But this time is different. I won't act rashly until Taylor's plan is complete."

Guilliman said calmly, "I am not running away, but waiting for the final word."

"I've spent ten thousand years on this, and I won't lose these few months."

Having said that, Guilliman quickly walked out of the ruins, as if he had put aside all the gloom.

But at this moment, the Warhound Titan reported that Mortarion's army appeared near the city.

Guilliman began giving orders methodically.

"Prepare for artillery fire, rely on the city's defenses to counterattack, and all troops will follow my orders from now on!"

He now looks like a true king. Whether he likes it or not, Guilliman is now more than just the Primarch, the Regent.

It is also... the hope of the empire today, or so to speak.

He is becoming more and more like his father.

He became silent and cold, revealing his humanity only in front of his confidants, at least after the purge of Terra's officials and the control of the High Lords' Council.

Guilliman has already committed a bloody crime, but compared with the future of mankind and the cruel situation in the universe today, Guilliman's actions are not worth mentioning.

Like his brother Fulgrim's curse, he could no longer enjoy the honor, splendor, and beauty of the crown. All that was left was the heaviness that could crush a person to death.

Fortunately, the Primarch's body was far superior to that of ordinary people, so he was able to endure it.

Until his will becomes divinity, he will always be Roboute Guilliman!
"But how long can he hold on?" Mortarion muttered to himself, his dark green, turbid eyes looking at the huge city in the distance.

In the eyes, countless artillery fires burst out at this moment.

He was not afraid and sent his sons to attack the city and make fearless sacrifices, just to wait.

He was going to fish Guilliman out here, and his brother was already trapped in the crab pot he had prepared for him.

The bait is those living humans, and the responsibility will make Guilliman unwilling to leave until those people are evacuated.

At the same time, Mortarion's presence will make Guilliman unbearable, and he will long to fight his brother to end the suffering of the Five Hundred Worlds and the chaos of the Plague War!

He had already seen his brother coming towards him, clamoring with the Emperor's Sword held high. When the seven stars returned, he would subdue his brother and complete his ultimate blasphemy against his father and the Empire...

The opportunity had arrived, fate had quietly approached, he waited for Guilliman's scolding, but one day passed, two days passed, and as the time of the first star was approaching, Mortarion asked himself again.

"Can he still... hold on?"

The first time was a joke, the second time was suspicion.

He watched the Titans moving through the city, witnessed the Ultramarines fighting, but saw no Guilliman.

And as time went on, Kugath's divine plague did not arrive.

Obviously something was not right, but Mortarion had been calculating every day for today.

Review and calculate again and again, using the most complex formulas and the most mysterious techniques to ensure that there are no mistakes.

The number of destiny is seven, and during this period, the next three days are the most suitable time for their duel destiny.

Guilliman would die before him.

But what is wrong?

There are variables, variables that he doesn't know about.

Emperor?

Or the Eldar?

Mortarion's mind was so distracted that he didn't even notice a young Ultramarines swinging their blades on the battlefield. In this chaotic battle, he was actually cut on the arm by a Primaris wearing a red helmet.

Even though he was very patient, he also had a temper. Just when he was about to kill the Space Marine, several golden-armored Custodes suddenly appeared and pushed him back with spears.

Mortarion laughed now. "As expected! Guilliman, you still can't help yourself!"

But when he looked carefully, he found that there were only the silent guards and the Space Marines from Macragge.

Mortarion asked, not understanding. "Where is my brother?"

The only answer he got was the sharp blades of the imperial guards, which beat him into a miserable state.

Now Mortarion was in a state of confusion and was beaten back repeatedly.

In any case, he was only thinking now that at least when Ku'gath's plague arrived, he could rush to Guilliman and take his life when the time came!
But when a Custodian bomb exploded in his face, he could only declare tiredly.

"retreat!"

At the same time, Mortarion realized that his brother was truly shameless this time...

He refused to duel between brothers, and I don’t know who taught him!
(End of this chapter)