Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Chapter 124 The Wrath of the Demons

In today's 40K, the four gods, just as before, remain behind the scenes, manipulating their pieces on the grand chessboard, but they are now clearly more cautious.

The damage the Emperor inflicted on them was immense, but ten thousand years later, with the faith of all humanity, the Emperor's power has inevitably expanded, to the point that even the Four Gods are wary of him and dare not intervene personally.

Thus, the Primarch, which they had taken from this cursed being ten thousand years ago, became the best representative of their will.

"Guilliman! The Unyielding Expedition! Guilliman! The Unyielding Expedition!"

Deep within the Garden of Negrubs, in the filthy swamp of plague, messenger flies chattered incessantly about the news, while the Great Impure Ones of the Father listened with smug smiles, their mouths dripping with foul pus.

After hearing this, they laughed loudly, their maggot-infested, rotting jaws spraying foul-smelling bile everywhere with their laughter.

A Primarch!

Pure and untouched by the other three! Such a gift would undoubtedly delight the Plague Lord himself, and perhaps even bring about a reconciliation between poor little Mortarion and his brother!

In the merciful Nurghul Garden, like a loving family, the bloated and憨厚 creatures became even more joyful with their murky laughter. Such an encounter was a once-in-a-millennium event, and the Great Impure Ones hummed little tunes as they concocted a gift worthy of a demigod.

But at this moment, in the hellish world, Mortarion, whose breath was filled with poisonous gas, was extremely enraged.

He had concluded that Guilliman would not be able to withstand the corrosive effects of the toxins and would inevitably decay.

But now Guilliman has returned like lightning, and before the Great Rift has opened, he can only watch angrily from the Warp as his brother regains power!

However, Mortari's long-planned scheme was at a crucial juncture, about to bear fruit, and the Lord of the Deathguard was too preoccupied to lead his army into battle! But he vowed that once he returned to the real world, he would personally deliver Guilliman to the god Nurgle!

On the other side...

Tzeentch's Primarch, the Scarlet Devil, was also gritting his teeth as he gripped his scepter!

He was furious, just like Carlos before him, because he had originally thought he could see the future. In his eyes, fate was originally a clear path, but now it was in complete chaos, which made him extremely frustrated and angry!

And all of this started with Lancelot!

Magnus the Red, Tzeentch's Primarch, arrogant and wise, never imagined such a person would appear. This being was completely unpredictable! It was as if he didn't exist in this universe!

As one of the most learned beings in the entire universe, Magnus discovered in some extremely ancient legends that this name represented the most perfect knight, and the word knight also reminded him of another guy, which made him even angrier!

Why? Why was Robert Guilliman able to suddenly break free from the shackles of fate?

Enraged, Red Devil vowed to find out why Guilliman was able to suddenly awaken and to prove to the Lord of Change that only he was capable of bringing about changes that would impact the universe. So, he immediately began issuing orders.

The words that flowed from his lips transformed into crystalline insects, flapping their wings as they headed to summon the Thousand Sons Legion, once the Primarch was proud of but now reduced to a slave warband.

He himself had already abandoned everything he had to prepare to personally send his stubborn brother to his grave. The Fenris system was already burning fiercely in the flames of retribution; and now, he saw another opportunity to punish another nemesis!

The evil forces of the warp are stirring.

The twisted and tangled undercurrents converged like a swarm of pythons.

As the whispers of the demon page reached his ears, Fogrim, who was lazily reclining on his velvet throne and indulging in an endless feast of souls, was writhing his disgusting body out of boredom.

Upon hearing this news, the Emperor's Son's Primarch leaped up excitedly.

He swore to the divine that this time he would strip Guilliman of his noble veil and ensure his eternal downfall.

Nurgle, Slaanesh, and Tzeentch all expressed their opinions, clearly hoping to get Robert Guilliman to their side. But for Blood God, he had no need for Guilliman's loyalty at all!

With Guilliman's return, the god's furious roars echoed like thunder throughout the dying worlds. Perhaps the servants of other dark gods would devote their energy to tempting, misleading, or intimidating the Primarch, but the followers of the Blood God knew that their master had no such leisure!

The warriors of Khorne began to kill each other in a frenzy, and the last victor among them would win the honor of hunting down a reborn Primarch and possessing its skull!

Within the mist, a cloaked hermit sensed all of this.

He could sense that the warp was stirring in anticipation of Guilliman's return.

But the hermit in the mist understood that, apart from the time they faced their father, the Emperor, the Dark Gods would never put aside their differences. On the contrary, their evil eyes were fixed on their respective rivals.

If either party is even slightly distracted by the matter of the original body, they will inevitably suffer a fatal blow that will lead to utter ruin.

Khorne's bloodthirsty demon army was advancing towards the Crystal City. At the same time, Slaanesh's Lust Knights invaded Nurgle Gardens. The timing of this raid was perfect: the Plague God's sloth demons had just launched a large-scale attack on Khorne's Ironfire Keep.

The gods of chaos are not united.

"Robert still has time."

The cloaked hermit spoke these words, while the group of black-armored warriors hidden in the mist beside him asked, "Sir, should we go and help him?"

"No, it's not time yet. I believe Guilliman will not repeat the same mistake."

The Lion King slightly lifted his cloak, took a step forward, and the mist swirled as he and the black-armored warriors beside him quietly appeared on the surface of Mars. He turned his head and gazed at Terra, the home planet of humanity, before looking at the mysterious tunnel in front of him.

This is the holy site of the Mechanicus, where the Emperor of Man once made an agreement with the Mechanicus, thus forming an alliance. One of the Empire's two-headed eagles is the Steel Eagle.

However, it was impossible for the Emperor not to leave a contingency plan for such a powerful organization as the Mechanicus. The Dark Angels of the First Legion were ordered to leave behind those terrifying armed forces from the Old Night era so that if the Mechanicus ever betrayed the Empire, the First Legion could carry out a precise purge against them.

As the leader of the First Legion, Ryan was well aware of how outrageous the existence of the Mechanicus was. Therefore, he was currently conducting a secret inspection and gathering strength to ensure that the Mechanicus on Mars remained loyal.

However, after the investigation, the Lion King also received some bad news for Guilliman.

Guilliman's loyal ally, Belisarius Caul, the Mechanicus archsage almost considered heretical on Mars, encountered an accident on his way to Alteramar.

Meanwhile, atop Terra, Guilliman received a distress signal from Belisarius Caul.

But just as he was preparing to summon his fleet to provide support, a group of unexpected entities appeared before him and extended an invitation to an alliance.

But Guilliman remained indifferent: "The Adarin, you who think so highly of yourselves, what brings you here?!"

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