Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Chapter 129 Original Body Showdown (5/5) Please subscribe!

"Tizka's Revenge"—this is the new name Magnus gave to his flagship. In order to build this war engine, the Crimson Lord plundered an entire Imperium and extracted unknown energy from the Warp.

Guilliman was certain that his brother was among them, and now, looking at the terrifying war engine before him, Guilliman had made a resolute decision.

Unless he had brought the Imperial Fist Mountain Formation into the Internet Path beforehand, the expeditionary force would have no chance of winning if it faced the war creation in front of it.

Even so, the Primarch showed no fear whatsoever. He could sense that Magnus was watching the battle with a pleasant expression, calmly observing through the wide crystal corridor inside the pyramid. But Guilliman was about to give his brother a huge surprise!

"I will board the flagship of those fallen ones, and I will buy you time!"

Robert Guilliman announced the decision to all commanders. Countless people gasped and even begged the Primarch not to make such an impulsive move, but the Primarch was determined to leave!

"This will be a journey of facing death and living, but I will walk it with you."

At this moment, no one expected that Evelynn, the leader of the Death Army of the Eldar, would be the first to choose to go with Guilliman to this boarding operation.

In response, the mortal warriors of the Empire and the company champions of the Imperial Fist also spontaneously wanted to join this boarding operation.

Guilliman did not refuse.

His original plan was to go to that place alone to face his demonic brother—but he couldn't refuse help from others! Because indeed, every additional person could increase his chances of winning!

However, Guilliman still had some trump cards up his sleeve. For the Eldar, the Web was their home turf, but for the mortal soldiers and Astartes, it was nothing short of a certain death journey.

But no one was intimidated. In fact, there were so many people who wanted to board that the ships couldn't accommodate them all. At the last moment, Guilliman gave his final order.

"Caul, if I do not return immediately, please convey my request to Lancelot to assume the position of the new regent of the empire."

The Great Sage agreed, and the Guards stood guard around him. They did not accompany the Primarch on this boarding operation. The Primarch himself ordered them to take the Great Sage back to Mars, the Forgeworld, where Caul would awaken the sleeping and powerful Primarch warriors.

When this final order was given, Guilliman boarded the ship used for boarding. Amidst the blinding light and the bombardment of evil magic, only 999 people, including the Primarch, successfully boarded the flagship of the Fallen Thousand Sons.

Magnus naturally sensed that Guilliman hadn't chosen to run away, but instead was facing him head-on! This angered him, and also made him despise and mock his brother who had just woken up even more.

Originally, he wanted to spend more time with his brother and make him feel more desperate.

But now that he has been foolish enough to jump out and die at the very beginning, the Red Devils are prepared to obey their brother and personally crush his ideals and glory from the start!

At that moment, the communication channels for the boarding operation resounded with the shouts of commanders at all levels. The Primarch took the lead, and the blazing Imperial Sword tore apart everything in its path, tearing the traitors to pieces one after another.

Casualties were rising steadily, and the bodies of the thousand soldiers were piling up. The flagship seemed to contain countless changes. The stinking corpses that had been blocking the way would suddenly disappear or be replaced by a new batch of traitors.

In this unpredictable place, you must be careful of every corner. Human warriors still need to adapt, but for the Eldar clowns, this is the grandest stage.

The giant star dart and the monomolecular cutting line shattered several wizards and the demonic discs beneath their feet into pieces.

Under the Primarch's command, the Imperial Flame burned fiercely, and slaughtering a thousand men became as easy as it seemed. Although the traitors' counterattacks caused sporadic casualties among the defenders, the battle was indeed trending toward a one-sided massacre.

This was clearly an extremely unusual thing. The loyalists knew that a trap seemed to be opening right in front of them, but Guilliman walked into it without hesitation.

They passed through the libraries, through the ever-changing mirror tunnels, until they arrived at a plaza, until a pure pulse of fel energy broke through the portal!

Dark energy gathered at an alarming speed, coalescing into a terrifying vortex of fire. Suddenly, even the loyal Space Marines felt an unparalleled fear.

With an overwhelming sense of supernatural oppression, a colossal beast stepped onto the stage.

With two horns on its head and giant wings on its back, the crimson Magnus looked up and met Guilliman's gaze.

The corrupted Thousand Sons Primarch revealed a sinister smile.

"Magnus!"

The Son of Vengeance raised his sword and roared, and at that moment, all the loyalists reacted and opened fire on the behemoth before them!

As he watched his brother fall into the trap, the Primarch lazily straightened up, raised his staff, and Magnus casually cast a spell that was enough to distort the most solid physical laws.

The Thousand Warriors appeared, a flash of purple flame, and the Thousand Warriors were instantly protected in a light shield capable of absorbing any damage.

The scarabs and red letters, which had just been routed by the loyalists' firepower, suddenly became fearless of all artillery fire, while the expeditionary force's explosive shells could only create ripples on the shields.

The invulnerable Thousand Sons instantly turned the tide, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of Imperial warriors were killed and their bodies disintegrated. Magnus, with great leisure, recorded the scene of their deaths, conjured up countless mirrors with a wave of his hand, and continuously replayed their tragic deaths in the mirrors.

With a flick of his finger, the Crimson King sent a Land Raider soaring into the air, skimming the ground like a cannonball and carving a bloody path through the ranks of the Guardians of the Church.

Even so, the Ultramariner still charged towards his former comrades without hesitation.

With a battle cry, Guilliman charged into the sea of ​​red-letter enemies. No one could stand against him. His charge was like a blue hurricane roaring forward. The Primarch suddenly exerted his strength and leaped into the air, his flaming sword slashing down at Magnus with immense force.

At that moment, Magnus's eyes narrowed slightly, his pupils constricting as he stared intently at his brother. He had intended to cast a curse, but Guilliman's speed was far greater than he had anticipated! Before the spell could be completed, a thunderous strike had already arrived!

Magnus raised his hand and barely managed to block the flaming sword's slash with his blade staff, but he couldn't withstand the terrifying momentum impact of Guilliman's charge. Both Primarchs fell to the ground, rolling and writhing as they crashed into what seemed to be an endless pile of books!

The final result was that with a piercing laugh echoing across the battlefield, evil magic surged, and Guilliman was elbowed away, but he managed to stabilize himself in mid-air. The flames of the Imperial Sword in his hand seemed to dance wildly in the wind with Guilliman's breath! A roaring breath came from the Primarch's mouth.

"No wonder you dared to face me head-on, Robert!"

But Magnus seemed even more enraged at this moment. Countless books floated up, and a large number of heretical runes crawled out of the books like earthworms!

"Just because you escaped death once and grasped the method of using great psychic energy on the brink of death, you're just a clueless beginner?! You dare to challenge me?!"

"Answer me, Robert!"

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