This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 555 Guilliman is the first to be eliminated!

"You don't have to force yourself into that harsh environment."

It reminded me of how Fugrim looked during the Cardia War.

Arthur glanced at the unfortunate man in front of him, who was carrying the burden of another person's life, and his eyes were calm.

“You don’t need to prove anything. Fugrim’s past experiences have given you ample experience, and your current positive personality allows you to quickly adapt to this era. By the standard of perfection, you have already done a perfect job.”

Arthur took out Fugrim's learning records from this period of time.

After Talathim's complete surrender, Forgrim, as his most prized possession, naturally fell into the hands of Dawnwing.

However, the early Dawnwings didn't have much confidence before officially confronting the gods. In addition, Huang Laohan was unreliable due to his unstable condition. So, like most of the original Space Marines of the rebel legions, they were put into storage to prevent any bigger trouble from arising.

Having absorbed the Eldar's psionic knowledge, the victory in the Battle of Qardia officially laid the foundation for the Dawnwings' faith, completed the construction of various warp realms, and forcibly separated the Emperor from his dementia.

Only after ensuring the safety of these special members did Dawnwing gradually release them from the cold storage sequence.

The original Space Marines followed the normal procedure, as they were incorporated into the Dawnwing's direct command system due to the Legion Primarch's defection, and some were also handed over to the Broken Legion.

Secondly, there were some veterans of the Great Expedition who were collected by Tarachin and did not experience the Great Rebellion.

The Wings of Dawn first gave them a concentrated history education. Those who were willing to go to the Broken Legion to continue fulfilling their duties on the Astartes were allowed to go, while those who were unwilling were settled on some ordinary administrative planets to retire or to engage in some routine scientific research. Any act of defecting to Chaos was not allowed.

Of course, it is necessary to maintain necessary control over their real-time information, after all, this is for their sake and for the sake of those who live with them.

Next up is Forgrim.

During this period, Dawnwing mainly took him to familiarize himself with history, then to various planets for research, and then some necessary learning. He did not restrict the veterans of the Emperor's Son from contacting him, so he was not alone.

Of course, the details of how the Primarch disguised his identity and studied with ordinary people are not important.

For a long time, everyone has been very cautious about the Primarch of Fulgrim, who lacks nothing except a minor god-level warp projection and is considered a miracle.

To be honest, although Forgrim is limited by the contemporary galactic environment and is rather stubborn, Fabius Bayer's educational level is worthy of his authority in medicine.

Forgrim, along with the Alpha Reports he researched that had been controlled by the Wings of Broken Steel, and now being recycled by the Wings of Dawn and formally integrated into human society, these bio-creations raised by Fabius are all highly educated individuals with ridiculously high moral standards.

Despite being completely unaware that a Primarch was sitting next to him, those around him held Forgrim in extremely high regard.

In life, he is a reliable elder with a rigorous attitude towards life and a good lifestyle. He is able to provide generous help to everyone and never focuses on how to solve problems, but rather on how to solve similar problems in the future.

At work, he is an excellent leader, a keen safety officer, and a knowledgeable technician. He can improve the factory's work efficiency on a material level, enhance workers' enthusiasm on a spiritual level, and further optimize the overall operation mode from a technical level.

In his studies, he was a humble learner who would not deny the knowledge of others because of his own erudition, would not turn an academic debate into an attack on each other, and would not despise survival experiences that were too naive and completely useless to the Primarch.

It can be said that, as a member of humanity, a learner, and a worker, Fugrim has done his best.

"But just like the ordinary people around you who are always powerless and need to help each other, the Primarch always has things he is not good at."

Arthur looked at Fogrim, who could almost always get full marks when faced with difficulties that ordinary people would find hard to handle.

But if the Primarch cannot be perfect in every aspect, is he still the Primarch?

Fugrim opened his mouth, somewhat disagreeing with the statement.

But remembering that Arthur hadn't interrupted him before, he held back.

Arthur nodded to himself.

The Primarch is too powerful.

This led them to always try to solve problems themselves rather than seek help when faced with them in the past.

Magnus, in his overconfidence, made a deal with Tzeentch, exchanging one of his eyes for a blessing that would solve the problem of the Thousand Sons' physical mutation. Little did he know that this would become the prelude to him sending a message that would destroy the entire network.

Forgrim, in his overconfidence, researched the Thornman genes in an attempt to cure the Blight that had plagued the Imperial Sons' Legion for so long. However, he did not expect that the Thorns were actually a race that worshipped Slaanesh, and because they strictly adhered to the psionic prohibition, they had no knowledge of this aspect. In the end, the Legion was almost genetically corrupted by Slaanesh, and he himself fell victim to Slaanesh's schemes.

Other groups, like the Council of Four Kings, believed that the local witch doctors did not believe in the Emperor, the most authoritative sorcerer in the entire universe, and simply threw Horus into the altar.

What kind of comedic crosstalk about the Second Empire?

Petulabo tricked the general out of his cannon with just two sentences.

Guilliman is still thinking about a one-on-one fight with the corrupt Fugen.
There are countless similar examples.

These tragedies all stemmed from the original entity's almost pathological self-confidence.

Just like Fogrim now.

He thought that if he were in the same situation as that fallen demon prince, he would definitely be able to resist the temptation.

Yes, if you are alone, it is indeed difficult to avoid the gods' insidious schemes, so your assumption is always that you will overcome temptation, just as Guilliman assumed that he would be able to defeat the enemy Primarch when faced with a trap.

But are you really all alone?
As Fogrem listened to Arthur's assessment, he was moved, but also filled with more doubts.

Do you remember what I asked of you?

Arthur asked.

"Defeat you."

Fugrim replied without hesitation.

"Yes."

Arthur nodded, resting one hand on the blade, and repeated.

"Defeat me."

He looked around at the Astartes who were watching, most of whom were sons of the Emperor from the Broken Legion.

The Glory Queen, now the flagship of Peturabo, still roams the stars. The veterans who lead everything are moved by the power that the Wings of Dawn have given them, and they also hope that there will be a figure of sufficient stature to lead them.

However, the probability of this happening is actually very slim.

Let the Wings of Dawn lead them directly.

This is inappropriate, and even if the Dawnwings and other loyal Primarchs were willing, the Broken Legion would consider it a desecration of the other loyalists.

It's even more impossible for them to betray the Primarch.

Hal, Rellano, Taviz, and others all wished they could kill that corrupt Primarch and wash away the Legion's shame.

This clone of Forgrim is truly special.

"Defeat me, and you will gain the right to lead the Legion once more; defeat me, and you will be able to join the construction of humanity as a loyal Primarch."

This was something we agreed on from the beginning.

Many people are looking forward to this.

The Emperor's Sons long for the Primarch, still possessing the perfect radiance of the past, to lead them once more; humanity longs for more Primarchs to return; and the Wings of Dawn also hope that more people native to this universe will take up arms and choose self-preservation, and that Primarchs will join their cause.

"But do you think that's possible now?"

Arthur stared at Fogrim, his tone carrying a hint of accusation.

"to be honest."

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Fugrim wanted to say that he hadn't performed well before, and that given some time he would definitely be able to find Arthur's weaknesses and defeat him.

But then I thought of Guilliman's miserable state, and to prevent the lion from having another target of ridicule, I sincerely felt that being stubborn was not a good thing.

He hesitated for a while, calculated the numerical differences between the two sides, and finally honestly said:

"No."

"Yes, no."

Arthur nodded again.

After all, he wasn't the pure Primarch. With the Star God fragments, the Primarch's body, and his own transcendental characteristics, the problem was that he couldn't surpass Vograim in terms of numerical strength.

Especially after heading to the Pharos Lighthouse to retrieve the largest fragment of the WorldShaper.

However, compared to the grand-scale legion battles and the mutual scheming between the Star God Fragments and the Empire, the process and outcome of the Pharos Beacon were somewhat disproportionate.

There's really not much to say about the Pharos Lighthouse.

Inspect the structure of the Pharos Lighthouse, have Tarasin investigate whether it can be repaired, enter the internal structure to examine the infinite labyrinth, then open the coffins, and before these crazy star gods can react, chop them into corpses, and then you're done.

To put it bluntly, he's not a complete Star God. Arthur, with the strength of the World Shaper, can kill him with a single strike once he gets close.

Therefore, Arthur's current stats are still quite good, and with the skills he has honed through long-term practice against various heroes, the Primarch is generally no match for him.

"So your demand is completely invalid, because you alone cannot get past me."

Arthur said to the other party.

"Just like that person was simply unable to resist temptation."

This is not an implication.

This is all explicit. Yes, history has proven that you do indeed have a very low resistance to the temptation of chaos, and proving that the new generation of clones surpasses the old generation is even more risky.

Let alone a miracle like cloning the Primarch, which is extremely rare, Dawnwing would never even consider it given their bottom line.

But nobody's asking you to quit after you've started using it.

All you need to do is prove that you've been taking drugs and can't handle it, but you can at least get your mouth open and call your brothers to beat up the thing that got you hooked up to you, right?
If one person can't do it, then bring in more people.

When faced with difficulties, does someone sew your mouth shut so you can't call for outside help?
Or are you so powerful that you've completely transcended the realm of human society and no longer need mutual supervision?

Having thought he would be imprisoned for a long time, and having roughly understood that Dawnwing's requirement for him was not actually to resist the temptation of chaos, Forgrim, who couldn't figure out what Dawnwing's requirement for him was, suddenly raised his head.

The emperor's sons around him all tensed up.

Taviz, who once led countless loyalists to fight against overwhelming odds on Istvan III, had his expression written all over his face at this moment. He felt more nervous than when he was being attacked by the orbital system in the underground facility.

The ancient sage Rellano also clenched his fists.

Open your mouth, Primarch.

Open your mouth.

All eyes were on Fogrim's lips, which were perfect by both male and female standards.

The purpose of having a mouth is to use it at times like this!
Fugrim immediately looked at Ramses.

'Say it.'

Ramses returned a guiding look.

"that--"

He hesitated for a moment, quietly savoring the words that were about to come out.

Forgrim and Ramses had a good relationship.

First of all, these two are aesthetically very compatible.

Romulus prefers a 21st-century office style, Arthur likes a somber black and red atmosphere, Karna is a completely easygoing guy, while Ramses and Forgrim are full of jewels.

Secondly, we had a lot of dealings with each other.

After all, the son of the Emperor in history suffered a great loss because of insufficient psionic energy reserves. The tutoring that Guilliman received was not neglected in Vogrim as well. In addition, Ramses' playful nature brought a lot of new things to Vogrim, whose range of activities was limited. The two sides got along quite well.

As for Forgrim's shortcomings...

She likes to pretend, she's a bit pretentious.

What's wrong with that?

Ramses also loved to pretend.

To put it bluntly, it's all about emotional value. When a few good buddies get together, they can brag about anything. Fugrim is definitely the kind of guy with real skills, so what's wrong with him showing off a little?

"The Ramses brothers."

After a long silence, Forgrim spoke.

He spoke in his most standard tone, with the most impeccable manners of an emperor's son, and requested of Ramses:
"I need your help."

oh!!!!

The surrounding crowd showed slight fluctuations.

I said it!

The emperor's sons secretly cheered.

Taviz and Rellano immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Their shoulder armors collided as they relaxed at the same moment, causing them to exchange a reserved glance.

Ramses quickly shook his head.

Forgrim's face immediately showed disappointment.

"What I mean is, even if you drag me into it, we still won't win."

Ramses stopped teasing and answered honestly.

Another rustling of laughter erupted around them.

How come anything related to Lord Ramses only puts one's facial muscles to an unprecedented challenge?

"Master Ya and I are incompatible; I simply can't beat him."

Ramses offered an explanation.

He plays with psionic abilities, but he doesn't have Karna's numerical monster-level faith capacity. If he gets silenced, he'll be hammered and torn apart. In that case, Forgrim will have to carry both of them, right?

"I suggest we summon Karna."

He suggested, "Or we could call in more people."

"Remote proxy gaming, huh?"

On the other end of the communication, Karna, who was just giving up, immediately replied, "I'll come if you ask me."

"Brother Karna, I beg you for help."

Upon hearing the sound of the psionic projection, Fugrim immediately seized the opportunity and hurriedly made his request.

"Okay."

Karna propped himself up from the rocking chair next to the desk.

"Have Master Rahman activate the summoning circle, and I'll project the warp projection over here."

Great, that makes three.

Fugrim then looked at Guilliman, who was gradually emerging from the gray and white color.

"I can absolutely do it."

Guilliman rubbed his face, and before Forgrim could even speak, he immediately gave a polite smile, clearly eager to hear it.

As he pondered the personnel arrangements for Nigel the Windcaller, the Space Wolf Rune Priest, he also simulated the re-coordination with the old general regarding the Comoros military operation plan thirteen days later, as well as the implementation of the agreements reached with the various papal emperors—those policies that were already in motion.

Then there's the defense of Ultramar. There are a lot of crypt worlds within Greater Ultramar, which will all be relocated according to the agreement. Then there's the construction of the defense line. To a certain extent, we can focus more on the Tyranid region and continue to block the vanguard of the Tyranid swarm outside the galaxy.

There's also the issue of trade routes, which needs coordination. The planetary government also needs to take preventative measures to avoid unnecessary conflicts.

Oh, and also, we can't just consider Altera's dominance. Hades, Dawn, Altera, and the three major divisions of the Extreme Starfield (upper, middle, and lower) must be treated fairly. We also need to communicate with our brothers about this.

Finally, he focused most of his energy on preparing for this match.

Since the Emperor's sword had already been given to Karna by the Emperor, Guilliman picked out a Roman short sword from the neatly arranged weapons rack beside him.

To be honest, Guilliman was really looking forward to this opportunity.

Noticing that Guilliman had taken a common weapon, the others also casually grabbed one from the weapon rack and stood beside him. Relying on their innate and keen sense of combat, the Primarchs formed a naturally beautiful formation around him.

Because all along.

As the atmosphere of battle intensified, Lord Otlamar, gripping his weapon and leading his companions to adjust to the optimal formation, while also contemplating whether to optimize the conventional weapon-making process, flexed his wrist and twirled his sword.

Guilliman also had a slight doubt as to whether his brothers were truly stronger than him.
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clang!
With the venerable and respected son of the emperor, the ancient sage, Rellano pushed the bell to strike.

The battle has officially begun.

call!
The knight knew the principle of defeating them one by one. Even though the odds of winning were slim, he unleashed his strongest power almost without warning and charged directly into the formation of four.

Wow!
The formation changed instantly.

Karna pressed forward head-on, while Forgrim and Ramses kept their distance, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

As the team with a numerical advantage, the safest approach is to have a teammate with equally high stats restrain the opponent, while the rest of the team restricts the opponent's movement, reduces overly aggressive contact, and gradually gains the upper hand.

Everyone believed in Guilliman's tactical arrangements!
boom!
A clear, resounding impact rang out.

Arthur and Karna separated themselves, and swiftly used their speed advantage to rush towards the three people behind him.

Karna followed at a leisurely pace.

Boom!
As the formation shifted, a blue figure was a beat behind.

Guilliman neither assisted Karna in his attack nor distanced himself from the other two. He never expected Arthur to actually get right in front of him. Guilliman, who hadn't had time to mobilize his computing power to react, was caught off guard in the chaos of battle.

The Lord of Altrama initially parried two attacks with considerable ease, but then, for some unknown reason, his stance crumbled. He was utterly powerless against the Knight Lord's sudden burst of terrifying power, and was slashed across the waist by a sword. He vanished in a flash amidst the group that had just begun to shift their formation, crashing into the wall at the edge of the arena.

Guilliman is the first to be eliminated!

(End of this chapter)