Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Chapter 130 means Guilliman won...?

As the Primarch raged, thousands of blue fireballs surged forth, crashing down terrifyingly towards Guilliman.

His attack was so swift that it defied Guilliman's belief, carrying an unparalleled force capable of tearing the Primarch apart. Guilliman dodged backward with all his might, traversing the ever-changing library at breakneck speed.

Seeing this, the Primarch looked down at him and laughed mockingly, "Guilliman, you scurried around my library like a rat. Is your psychic power only used for running away? I don't recall you being this—short."

After a period of fighting, the Primarch figured out the level of power Guilliman possessed, and thus reappeared to mock him.

Even after ten thousand years, you still haven't learned to control your arrogance.

As Guilliman gazed upon the Crimson King's twisted and corrupt form, another being flashed through his mind—the Twilight King he had encountered in the Great Traitor's memories, the true sage. The being before him—

"Looks like you haven't been doing so well these past few years."

Guilliman calmly twirled his sword.

The Crimson King frowned. He felt the man before him was handling him with surprising ease, which fueled his anger: "Guilliman, I'd like to know the source of your ease. That guy named Lancelot? He awakened you, and you think he's humanity's hope? Don't be ridiculous!"

Primarch slightly raised his hand, showing Guilliman the aetheric energy wrapped around the blade.

"Your psychic powers have awakened, but so what? You should now understand the extent of power I possess. Look! This is precisely why you will never be able to match me! This is true power!"

"You call this strength?"

Guilliman shook his head sadly. "In you, I see only corruption and enslavement. You are so arrogant and haughty. You could have been your father's right-hand man. What made you degenerate and shamelessly kneel before those self-proclaimed gods and monsters?"

Magnus laughed again: "Well said, Robert."

It glanced at the loyalists who were fighting, "In this respect, it is one of the few things we can agree on. Why do you want to become a tool of our father?"

"Have you ever seen that golden throne? Do you know what kind of torture device it is for psionicists?"

Whether our father wins or succeeds, someone will eventually sit on that damned throne.

Guilliman's gaze was calm, which only added to the mockery in the smile on his lips: "Oh, poor Guilliman, what a miserable end awaits you as your psionic powers gradually awaken? Still want to continue this conversation? If you're hoping to stall for time until your crumbling empire sends reinforcements, you'd better give up on that idea."

The Crimson King gathered his ethereal energy and swore an oath: "This is the Eldar's web. Whoever the Empire sends will only find your dead bodies. Heh, though it was a waste of effort, that alone is enough to comfort me."

With this statement as a prelude, Magnus launched his attack.

Various evil spells surged forth, and then the Emperor's Sword in his hand slammed down, but in an instant, Guilliman's sword missed its mark, because the Primarch had already transformed into a spirit form and disappeared.

Guilliman quickly stood up, but at that very moment, countless crimson chains flew out of the book, binding Guilliman instantly, and countless illusions flashed through Guilliman's mind.

Guilliman saw the trap: his own Alteramar was reduced to ashes, his expeditionary fleet was almost wiped out, and the human fortresses were reduced to nothing by the aliens like tiny specks of dust in a downpour of blood. The Eldar enslaved the remaining humans.

He saw Mars shatter into thousands of pieces, from which monsters broke free, and the planet's remains transformed into a meteor shower that crashed down on the devastated Terra.

Even more blasphemous, he saw the golden throne transformed into a burning pyre, with the emperor's charred corpse bound to it, burning fiercely and being spat upon by the traitors.

These demonic whispers echoed in the Primarch's mind, those treacherous and repetitive voices claiming that all of this was nothing more than fragments of the future.

They told him that all these tragedies were merely fleeting moments of fate, and that they would not have happened if he had stubbornly tried to complete the expedition.

They gently persuaded him, urging him to give up the struggle and accept this eternal confinement.

They promised him that the Primarch must sacrifice himself to madness and despair in order to save the Empire from its horrific end.

In the past, Guilliman would have simply endured such psychic whispers.

But now, after experiencing the world-reversal incident, Guilliman has seen even more desperate situations, seen his own betrayal, but at the same time, he has also seen hope.

In this way, Guilliman's evil trick of betraying his brother was actually child's play!

But Guilliman was also well aware of his brother's arrogance, and that there was indeed a slight gap between him and his brother in terms of psionic power. However, his brother lacked the warp essence that their father had given them.

If he wants to win, he might have to learn from Lancelot's approach when facing the Black Lion and feign weakness.

With this thought in mind, Guilliman focused his mind on his essence, shielding himself from external interference in the eye of the hurricane, and continued to dodge and weave, but his posture began to become more and more disheveled, and he was eventually bound by chains.

Just as Magnus was about to reap his brother's head, Guilliman unleashed a Titan-like power, breaking free from his restraints at the last second. He then dodged a downward slash from Magnus and, with incredible agility, slid his fist into the Primarch's defensive blind spot.

If there's anything on the battlefield with power comparable to thunder, it must be the next uppercut from the Ultra Warrior Master.

Boom!

The punch sent Magnus flying off the ground, his Primarch spinning in the air. Scalding demonic blood gushed from the Crimson King's shattered jaw, and in an instant, clusters of strangely shaped mushrooms sprouted from the pool of blood.

A disheveled Magnus summoned the fel energy of the warp to envelop himself, both to hinder Guilliman's pursuit and to heal himself.

The Primarch roared furiously, its single eye radiating boundless hatred.

But Guilliman only felt sadness.

"arrogant!"

Guilliman roared, "Arrogance has ruined you, brother! You were smug about your newfound power, thinking it would be an easy battle, believing I was no match for the gods you serve. But I say you overestimated them."

"Damn Guilliman!"

"Magnus!"

Guilliman responded to his enraged brother, raising his Imperial Sword. Looking at his brother's fallen state, he said with deep sorrow, "You have no idea! The god you serve sees you as nothing more than a puppet! You surrendered to Chaos, selling your soul and everything to those demons!"

Guilliman stretched out his hand slightly, and a blue hurricane gathered in his palm. Then he gently brushed the Emperor's Sword, and the flames on the entire longsword burned fiercely, turning it into a crimson sword that almost pierced the dome!

"Our father left us a gift long ago! This gift is the source of our strength. Magnus, look how pathetic you are now!"

"The real you possesses greater potential and greater power! But you have offered that power to evil gods in exchange for groveling before them!"

Guilliman roared and swung his sword. The crimson flames of this sword were so terrifying that even the fleeing Imperial fleet could see it. A beam of fire shot into the net and tore a deep wound on the Demon Prince's flagship!

The flames instantly illuminated the net track!

At this moment, all loyalists and traitors were captivated by the roaring sword light.

So, does that mean Guilliman won?

Tizka's Revenge, this flagship built from geometry, answers that question.

It began to spin rapidly in a bizarre manner and started to change! Millions of cannon barrels began to appear!

Those desperate, chilling cannon fires were locked onto every loyal ship!

"Damn Robert!"