Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Chapter 79 If you can't do it, I will! (5/20) Please continue reading.

The original body collapsed limply to the ground.

His face showed unspeakable pain, and even filthy black mud was flowing out of his seven orifices.

The moment Guilliman arrived in this world, his warp nature as the Primarch instantly connected him to the warp power of this world.

Even though Guilliman strongly resisted his subspace nature, that thing existed there and would never disappear.

Previously, he had quietly lurked within Guilliman's soul, but now, with his arrival in this inverted world, countless traces of his warp essence had already been left throughout the universe in this supreme heaven!

Countless images began to flash through Guilliman's mind—a betrayal, a betrayal he never wanted to recall in his life.

Humanity's dreams perished in this rebellion, but what terrified him was that the rebellion unfolding before him now was completely different from the rebellions he remembered.

Because at this moment, the roles in the betrayal that surfaced in his mind had been reversed. His former traitorous brothers were now loyal in these scenes, while the loyal figures in his memory had appeared in the chaotic camp during this rebellion.

The originally noble angels chose to infiltrate the loyal Astartes' ranks for the sake of their offspring, and with the whispers and blessings of the four gods, they engaged in a duel with Horus.

The situation depicted in the image was reversed from what Guilliman perceived.

His once noble angelic wings were now completely covered in blood. He made a deal with the four gods, taking on all the mutations of his army's offspring and concentrating all the legion's curses on himself.

Horus, whose face should have been so ferocious that it would have terrified and killed mortals, was instead filled with pity and heartache.

He then witnessed the end of the battle, where the compassionate Horus was ultimately defeated by the archangel empowered by chaos. At that moment, he also saw the noble archangel reveal a darkness and thirst he had never seen before in his memory.

The angel plunged its sharp fangs into the brother's neck, nearly drinking the blood from the body of the emperor's firstborn son.

Finally, all the Holy Blood Angels stepped forward and protected the Wolf Shepherd God for the Empire.

They blocked their father, and they returned all the blood of the archangel within their bodies to their father. Thus, at the moment when the last offspring died by his own hand, the archangel finally became clear from the whispers of chaos.

With everyone in the legion dead, the sacrifice to the archangel came to an abrupt end. The archangel, who had personally breached Terra's defenses, killed his own brothers, and even murdered all his offspring, finally collapsed and flew alone to the stars.

But the Four Gods' actions did not end there—Guilliman saw the roaring Lord of Fire, and Caliban the Black Lion whose armor was covered in azure runes.

Finally, Guilliman saw himself.

He saw himself sitting on the dark throne.

He saw himself, under the blessing of the four gods, confronting his father head-on.

Robert Guilliman never imagined himself confronting his father—yet the memories that surfaced in his mind felt so real.

"Oh, my dear great traitor—"

"Did that cursed being secretly hoard a war machine? Very well, let's turn the galaxy into a sea of ​​blood!"

"Humanity's greatest traitor, what surprises and pleasures can you bring me now?"

"The heart of an ambitious man can often breed the most astonishing plague in the entire galaxy—I have high hopes for you," Robert Guilliman whispered in his mind within the space-time confines of the galaxy.

Great traitor. War machine, betrayer, ambitious man —

The insulting words were so apt at that moment, even though Guilliman had prepared himself mentally thanks to Lancelot's reminder! He was still tormented to the point of madness by the tearing feeling between his memories and his understanding!

But at that very moment, a voice interrupted the whispers that kept popping into his mind!

"Guilliman! Look around you!"

Lancelot let out a low growl, and at that moment he unleashed his inviolable domain, blocking the power of the subspace.

The sensation that had pierced Guilliman's brain like a needle was momentarily relieved, but even so, it could not completely prevent Guilliman's subspace nature from receiving information from the High Heaven.

"I—I need to calm down—"

Guilliman knelt on the ground like a helpless child. Lancelot looked at him silently, then at the distance, his gaze fixed on the arena, which was shrouded in terrifying thunderclouds and storms, with lightning bolts striking from time to time.

That was the place where he had been ambushed before, Lancelot remembered it vividly, and now that place seemed to be activated again, where a duel that no one else could interfere with was taking place.

In this battlefield that is almost like an apocalypse, what kind of beings are engaged in one-on-one duels?

This is something that's almost obvious without even having to guess.

Lancelot took a deep breath and looked at Guilliman, who was in a slump beside him. Lancelot had thought he had brought a savior, but this savior did not seem to be so helpful.

How long will it take you?

"Nine minutes—no—eight minutes—" Guilliman said weakly. Lancelot looked at Robert, whose mouth and nose were still oozing warp mud, and for some reason, his two hearts began to beat wildly in his chest.

"You should rest first."

Lancelot took a deep breath.

"Wait—I can fight."

Robert forced himself to his feet, but Lancelot abruptly interrupted him: "I said! Robert Guilliman! You rest first! I'll get you 13 minutes of rest!"

Lancelot picked up the Emperor's Sword from the ground and placed it back in Robert Guilliman's hand, then solemnly said, "Hold fast to your heart, Guilliman."

"Remember, Robert Guilliman! You are not fighting for that Emperor guy, you are fighting today for what is right in your heart, for your countrymen, for Ms. Euton, for those who love you and those you love!"

"I think I know what you've seen in this world. You've seen your own rebellion? You've seen your once loyal brothers fall to Chaos, and you've seen your former traitors remain loyal! But if that's all you're confused about, then you're utterly incompetent as Primarch!"

With a wave of his hand, Lancelot summoned the Saturn-shaped Dreadnought, which was bound to his soul, to Robert's side. Without another word, a pair of dazzling and magnificent pale wings unfurled from Lancelot's back!

"The road ahead is long and arduous, but we will start anew and forge ahead!"

Lancelot took a deep breath and turned to Robert Guilliman: "If you can't do it now, then I will. I will go and rescue your sister!"

Robert, who was still vomiting black water, stared in disbelief at Lancelot in front of him, and the Primarch's eyes were also slightly stunned as he looked at the pair of wings on Lancelot's back.

"Sanctus?"

The Primarch opened his mouth in bewilderment, but received no reply, for Lancelot had already soared into the sky at that very moment!

At this moment, the sky was filled with changing fel energy, a color that was covered and corrupted by the warp. But when Lancelot soared into the sky, the warp magic that had enveloped the entire Nussria was like a balloon with a hole punctured by a needle!

The inviolable domain instantly destroyed the barrier of warp energy, and the bright sunlight from the outside universe suddenly shone down!

At that very moment, the Astartes fighting in the Nutheria region, whether from the Chaos faction or the Loyalist faction, all saw the angel wielding a longsword and shield, with a pair of enormous wings on his back!

He shattered the chaos in the sky, bringing endless dawn that spilled across the land of Nuseria! Then, he landed like lightning, instantly killing a group of Chaos Enders that Kahn and his companions were struggling to defeat!