Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Chapter 128 We Will Win (4/5) Requesting Monthly Tickets!

Guilliman's forces entered the Webway, and Eldar Veilwalker Celandre arrived before the Primarch.

The Shadow Prophet advised the Primarch that they had received word that Caul and his men had infiltrated the Webpath, but the Webpath was not yet completely isolated from the Warp.

According to the scouts he had previously sent out, the network has now been invaded by foreign enemies, and Caul's flagship and the accompanying Mechanicus members are still being hunted down.

The soldiers were all fully armed and clad in exquisite armor painted in gold and blue.

Eldar scouts also reported that the enemy exuded a blasphemous aura of Chaos magic, originating from the infallible Tzeentch Mark.

Once this information was gathered, Guilliman understood the identity of the person behind it all.

Magnus.

This shrewd brother had clearly predicted the course of events through some means, and thus sent his cursed offspring to intercept the Empire.

The Crimson Lord had planned everything for the Lords of Alteramar. He sent men to hunt down Caul of the Mechanicus. He had even foreseen that the Eldar would ally with the Primarchs and calculated which region of the Webpath the Primarchs would use to provide support.

I will soon meet that pathetic brother again.

Guilliman's judgment was spot on. The only thing he didn't know was that the Crimson King had summoned his most powerful champion, Ahriman, to carry out this series of plans, and had used the valuable knowledge about the tennis court that Ahriman had stolen.

Thus, Guilliman quickly assembled a group of trusted officers, at which he told them that he would fight his brother to the death and try to reduce unnecessary casualties.

However, many commanders opposed this.

Everyone agreed that Magnus must have set a trap, just waiting for the Primarch to fall into it! In the hearts of the loyal commanders of the Empire, their own lives were completely insignificant compared to the Primarch.

But despite the officers' advice, Guilliman calmly closed his eyes. Among the various readings, both humans and Eldar could sense that Robert Guilliman's energy level was rising sharply.

Having experienced the journey through the Reversed World, Guilliman was arguably the one who most directly felt the so-called subspace essence deep within his soul.

It was a perpetually raging blue hurricane. Guilliman had always been unwilling to accept this power, but now a breach had been made because of a great traitor from another timeline. However, the Son of Vengeance was determined to bring this hurricane under his control!

"We will win!"

A declaration after awakening!

After experiencing the Reversed World, Guilliman fully understood those corrupt individuals who had simply plunged their souls into eternal stagnation, selling their most precious possessions cheaply to the devil!

Therefore, he told everyone that he would surely win.

At this moment, no one would object to the Great Primarch's decision.

And so, the clown troupe raced against time to guide the pilgrims through the former territory of the Eldar Empire.

No one else was more familiar with the structure and distribution of the network than them; even the most secluded corridors could not escape the eyes of the Ida people.

The holographic archway, hidden deep beneath the stone slab, was almost impossible to find, but it was crystal clear to the Eldar.

On the other hand, the other infantry and officers of the expeditionary force were in a state of shock. One second, the Eldar were still walking in front of them, but the next moment, these slender aliens emerged from the back of the column, and the ships were flying around in the net in a geometrically abstract form.

We walked through dreamlike, illusory corridors, ventured into dark and empty tunnels, passed through magnificent crystal pillar halls, and witnessed the eerie, unspeakable living spiral staircase.

If it weren't for the Spirit Clan guiding the way, the expeditionary force would surely have been lost here.

Up to this point, everything is going relatively smoothly.

Until the scouts on jet motorcycles brought back mixed news: the Loyalists' whereabouts had been discovered by the previous intruders, and although the scouts gave chase, they were unable to stop the enemy's spies from escaping with the intelligence. However, they also discovered Caul and his group who had fled into the net tunnel.

They soon met, and Kaul transferred from his flagship to Guilliman's vehicle.

When the Great Sage of the Mechanicus saw Guilliman's figure with his own eyes, he swore allegiance without hesitation. He also reported to Guilliman in public that he had completed the modification and upgrade of the Primarch Space Marines and the corresponding equipment design. He also designed a power armor for the Primarch worthy of his appearance.

Named the "Armor of Fate," it is sturdy enough and equipped with a powerful life support system. Originally, Caul planned to use it to cure the warp poison that the Primarch had suffered, but now the Emperor's power has rejuvenated Guilliman.

Even so, Guilliman accepted the armor.

While the artisans in Terra's palace might be able to develop equally powerful armor, Guilliman's acceptance of this armor from Kaul is also a tribute to and recognition of Kaul's ten thousand years of loyal watch.

But they didn't have much time to catch up. As the fleet regrouped and prepared to leave, a fierce attack slammed into the surface of the void shields of the loyalist ships on the outer perimeter!

The intense light tore through the hulls of several warships almost instantly. In an instant, frantic shouts echoed through the communication channels.

The enraged captains struggled to discern the source of the threat, but the naval scouts and watchtowers quickly ascertained the truth: the warships that ambushed the pilgrims all possessed Baroque-style hull structures, and the insignia on their surfaces revealed the identity of this army of a thousand!

The traitor fleet was arrayed in a formidable and well-prepared formation, maintaining order even within the Eldar's web tunnels. This was a perfectly timed ambush, indicating that the enemy had anticipated the time and location of the loyalists' arrival.

Guilliman, now fully armored, held the Emperor's Sword and glared furiously at the heart of the enemy ranks.

It was an incredibly massive structure, and only Guilliman could discern its true nature! It was once the crystal wonder located in the hometown of the Thousand Sons, the city of Prospero, the Great Pyramid of Tizca!

Now, magnified hundreds or thousands of times, the once-great silver tower has been resurrected from the dust of memory with a brand-new appearance.

Its colossal form resembles a planet, and its towering cannons stand like a dense forest; without a doubt, this is the new flagship of the Thousand Sons Fleet, and also an impregnable planetary fortress.

On every side of the tower, enormous crystalline red eyes were clearly visible, vigilant against potential threats from any direction. Guilliman knew his brother; at this moment, this vast war engine was undoubtedly the embodiment of the Primarch, Crimson Magnus!