Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

From then on, Robert Guilliman's life was frozen at the moment of being about to die but not yet dead, until today.

Magnus walked into the church door, looked up, and saw the magnificent statue of the Emperor in the center of the chapel.

The Emperor's cloak spread out like the wings of a double-headed eagle, and his deep and powerful eyes stared at Magnus who stepped into the door, as if they were about to swoop down at any time.

"Long time no see, father." Magnus said softly and walked towards the center of the temple.

Eliwood and the veterans of the Honor Guard followed him in silence, arriving in front of the large stasis device that held the dying Primarch. The burly giant in blue armor sat inside the stasis field, his brows furrowed, as if he was still in endless pain. The wound on his throat cut by Fulgrim was decorated, but still shocking.

Slaanesh's poison coursed through Guilliman's veins, causing wounds that would have killed the Primarch.

"Such an injury couldn't kill you? Haha, what a tough guy Guilliman is." Magnus held up the Helm of Domination, which exuded an ominous aura, in one hand and walked step by step to the dying Primarch.

Guilliman's descendants watched all this in silence, their teeth began to crack from biting too tightly, and their mouths were filled with blood.

They were all conscious, and Magnus's psychic power only took away their control of their bodies and did not interfere with their spirits.

The Chapter Master of the Ultramarines and a group of veterans watched with wide eyes as the legendary Ascended Primarch approached their genetic father with an evil Chaos weapon in hand. Rage ignited their chests, but they were suppressed by absolute power and could not even move a finger.

Magnus climbed the steps and came face to face with Guilliman. He looked down at the Helm of Domination in his hand. The black thorns wrapped around the crimson helmet exuded an aura of nothingness.

"Guilliman, do you like this crown? In the realm of Chaos, it was very 'representative'. Hee hee hee..."

It was not clear what this ominous helmet 'represented', but a strange feeling suddenly emerged, and Eliwood couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body, and cold sweat broke out.

What kind of 'treasure' is this helmet in the hands of the demon primarch?

Seeing Magnus shut down the energy system of the stasis field, the Red Devil stood in front of Guilliman, holding the two long horns on the Helm of Domination with both hands, slightly bent down, and placed the crimson helmet wrapped with black thorns on Guilliman's head.

Perhaps because the stimulation was too strong, Eliwood, who was suppressed by Magnus's psychic power, suddenly escaped for a short time. In the seconds before being suppressed again, he shouted at Magnus at the top of his lungs: "What are you going to do to my father?! You can't do this, you can't, no...!!!"

"Why not?" A joking smile appeared on Magnus's face.

His hands fell gently, and the heavy Blood God's helmet fell as light as a feather and was placed on Guilliman's head.

"Ah - in." Magnus looked cheerful.

Looking at Guilliman now, who was slumped in the life support device, he was wearing sky blue armor and a crimson helmet with black thorns wrapped around it. The red Sword of the Emperor was emitting golden flames beside him.

Chapter 318 Usurping the Throne

At the same time that Magnus put the crown on Guilliman, the Obscura - Eye of Terror - Gate of Cadia.

Russell is worried about the theft of the transcription device.

When he first came to Cardia, he agreed with Lord Primus to leave the transcriber here for a period of time. But now that Russell has come to pick up the goods with the payment, the transcriber has been stolen.

"The defense level of the Imperial Fortress doesn't seem to be very good..." Russell shook his head, feeling helpless: "But if it's Trazin, it's understandable that you can't guard the transcription device. Even if this guy breaks in one day, I wouldn’t be surprised if the Imperial Palace of Terra stole the Emperor’s underwear.”

What a blasphemy this is... Lord Primus used his eyes to signal the Kashejin soldiers beside him not to shoot, and said to Russell with an apologetic smile: "I'm very sorry, Sir Russell, I swear here in the name of Lord Cardia that I will recover the stolen transcriber for you... It's just a matter of time..."

"When you take the transcription device back from Trazin, the emperor can stand up from the golden throne and dance in the square." Russell didn't care about his promise: "I'd better go on my own... After you finish dealing with things here.”

Lord Primus felt humiliated, but he did not dare to get angry and asked: "I wonder what other important matters Sir Russell has when he comes to Cadia?"

"Don't worry, you will know soon..." Russell said mysteriously, "The whole galaxy will know.

Lord Primus was confused.

Just as he was wondering, suddenly, a young girl with long silver-gray hair appeared out of nowhere. She came close to Russell, took his arm, and said softly, "I need to report some urgent information. Can you step aside for a while, Lord?"

Lord Primus tactfully left the room with his entourage, looking at Russell with a strange look.

"What's the hurry?" Russell closed the door, "Don't even leave the door. You scared them."

"It's about artificial intelligence." Grey Wind said, "The numbered artificial intelligence exceeded its authority when it was manipulating the automatic hunting fleet to destroy the tomb world 'Solemunas'. Although it was a reasonable decision based on the war situation at the time, this behavior still aroused PTSD of most people in the Federation about the Iron Man Rebellion. The news has spread among senior officials, and the social impact..."

"Wait." Russell suddenly cut off Gray Feng's report.

"Hmm?" Grey Wind looked at Russell in confusion. She knew that Russell seldom interrupted others.

"You just said that the automatic hunting fleet destroyed a tomb world? A tomb world called 'Solemenus'?" Russell looked solemn.

Gray Wind blinked: "Yes, Solemnus, what's wrong?"

"That's where the museum of Endless Trazyn is located. The transcript that was stolen by him a few years ago may be inside..." Russell put his hand on his forehead: "The transcript might have been blown to pieces by the Earth Explosion Star."

"No, the weapon used by the numbered artificial intelligence to destroy Sollemnas was not the Earth-shattering Star, but the Angel of Joy." Gray Wind tapped his lips and said, "The transcriber should still be inside. We can find time to open the Angel of Joy and take it out later."

Angel of Peace... That's okay.

Russell breathed a sigh of relief. The significance of the transcriber was of no small importance, and it unexplainably ruined his ability to be depressed for a long time.

There are many powerful ancient technologies in the human federation's technology tree, but they all require the consumption of corresponding ancient artifacts to reverse research and development. But in this galaxy, where can he dig up ancient artifacts from another universe? At this time, the transcriber is the only choice.

A transcriber, as the name implies, is an exceptionally powerful material duplication machine.

The transcriber has a vast database that records the molecular composition of all the precious objects in the universe from ancient times to the present. When the transcriber is activated, it consumes energy to reproduce ancient artifacts, which are exactly the same as the original objects in history. It can be said that it is living history itself.

This must be why Trazin became obsessed with the transcriber and stole it.

"Then I will arrange the itinerary for you now. The Solemnath galaxy is still far away from Cadia. On the way there, we can pass by Badab and the Maelstrom..." When Russell was relieved, Gray Wind Already starting to prepare for the trip.

Russell quickly stopped her: "No rush, I still need to stay in Cardia for a while."

"I understand, I'm canceling the trip now... So my dear, what are you doing here?" Gray Wind asked.

"I'm waiting for something to happen," Russell said.

He looked out the window. The night sky of Cadia was a brilliant purple, the color of the Eye of Terror. Russell continued, "Magnus has arrived at Konor. If nothing unexpected happens, he will put on Khorne's Helm of Domination for Guilliman in the next few days. After that, something will happen."

Gray Wind knew only a little about subspace. She frowned and said in distress: "I don't understand. Why did you let Guilliman wear Khorne's helmet? You also spent a lot of effort to seal that helmet."

During that time, Russell had been studying the Eldar classics translated by Magnus without sleep and food. He stayed up late every day and had dark circles under his eyes. Gray Feng was so distressed that he couldn't even speak.

"Because Guilliman is the most suitable candidate." Russell said: "He is the Emperor's war son and the most powerful candidate for the 'Lord of War'."

Gray Feng was confused and didn't understand it very well, but fortunately, Russell explained the meaning of this sentence next.

"The master of the Brass Fortress, Khorne, is the 'God of Blood and War'. He is in charge of anger, killing, blood, war, courage, and glory... In the previous battle in the Flare Galaxy, Khorne was defeated by me. As the victor I took off the loser’s helmet as a trophy.”

"When the God of War was defeated in an honest war, His personality and power as the God of War were shaken, and the blood and glory began to dim... The shaking of the power of the true God is a very abstract thing It was as if a crack had been blown out of an impenetrable wall, and the smell of power seeped out."

"The God of War cannot win the war, which makes Khorne's position as God of War no longer stable and makes some impossible things possible... In short, Khorne's weakness provides an opportunity for the rise of new gods."

Russell said, staring at the sky with a deeper look in his eyes: "The throne of the God of War has been loosened. At this time, if someone can wear the trophy helmet that symbolizes the concept of 'Khorne's defeat', he will be qualified to compete with Khorne for the throne of the God of War."

Russell had been waiting for this moment, waiting for Magnus to place the Helm of Domination on Guilliman.

Once Guilliman successfully usurped the throne, he had to hold down Khorne who broke the defense in time.

Chapter 319 Born out of battle

When the power supply cable of the stasis field under the throne of the Primarch was cut off, the eyes of the Ultramarines veterans in the church went dark, and a desperate sadness rose from the depths of every Ultramarine's heart. , as if the starlight of the entire galaxy was extinguished.

Eliwood couldn't bear to think about what the evil Ascended Primarch had done to his Gene-Father, and his mind refused to accept the fact that Robouti Guilliman had died before him.

This desperate sorrow spread throughout Ultramar, with the cathedral where the Emperor's statue stood as its center. Even the Ultramarines instructors who were recruiting new soldiers in Parmenio felt the bitterness at this moment and could not help but shed tears.

There was a dead silence in the splendid church, as if even the imperial epics engraved on the walls were mourning the passing of the Emperor's Son.

However, there was not even a moment to mourn the death of the Lord of the Ultramarines. A powerful heartbeat sounded in the lifeless church.

Dongdong——dongdong——

It seemed as if a strong arm clenched into a fist in the dark, knocking on the window that separated life and death.

Magnus straightened up with satisfaction, stood in front of Guilliman's throne and looked lazily at the changes that had taken place in his brother.

The crimson Helm of Domination was already on Guilliman's head. This war crown that once belonged to the Blood God Khorne seemed a little too big when it was first worn on Guilliman, but after a few seconds, the size of the helmet became perfectly suitable.

The metal engraved with blood runes fit the cheekbones of the father of the Extreme Warriors, and the two twisted long horns on the helmet also became restrained.

The dark thorns wrapped around the helmet of the Star-Bomber began to grow and spread, like deadly poisonous snakes, crawling along Guilliman's neck, into the gaps in his armor, and piercing into the hideous wound on his throat cut by the sword of Slaanesh.

The elite veteran Ultramarines led by Eliwood witnessed this scene with a clear mind. They clearly saw that their sacred and noble father was covered with the unclean breath from Chaos. Thorns carrying the empty and dead air climbed on the Primarch's body, dimming the sky blue paint on his armor.

Hot tears fell from the eyes of every Ultramarine. Today is the most humiliating day since the establishment of the glorious 13th Legion. It is even more shameful and humiliating than the day when Macragge fell.

Because today, in front of the most elite Honor Guard of the Ultramarines, the Daemon Primarch Magnus killed their father and defiled Guilliman's body with a blasphemous Chaos Artifact. His skills transformed the majestic King of Ultramar into strange shapes.

The genetic ancestor of the Ultramarines was no longer pure.

Eliwood shed tears of humiliation in pain, and he swore in his heart that as long as his heart was still beating for even one second, he would not give up his hatred of Chaos and all possibilities of revenge.

However, the reality is cruel. Under the absolute pressure of the demon primarch, it is very difficult for him to even breathe.

However, even as the Extreme Marines were heartbroken and crying bitterly, the heavy and powerful heartbeat became clearer as time passed.

"You finally woke up..."

Magnus' instinct for danger made him subconsciously take a few steps back. He came directly behind Eliwood and separated the Honor Guard of the Ultramarines, who was standing motionless, between him and Guilliman, who was wearing the Blood God's Crown. between.

When accepting Russell's commission, Magnus once thought about a question: Why Guilliman?

Guilliman, Guilliman who keeps writing with his quill pen, every time I see him he is always working, working, working endlessly... like a machine that can never be idle.

He governed the vast Five Hundred Worlds in an orderly manner and was a wise king deeply loved by the people of Ultramar. He was the embodiment of reason and the most outstanding politician and military strategist in the empire.

The figure known as the model of the Primarch, 'Robert Guilliman'... Why is such a Primarch known for his rationality and wisdom related to a reckless man who worships blood and skulls in the eyes of the Star Bomber?

Magnus couldn't understand the motives of the Star-Buster. If he just wanted a powerful demonic primarch to fight for him on the front line of the war, then he, the Wizard King, who had already fallen into his hands, was obviously more important. Good choice.

In terms of combat prowess, Magnus considered himself to be at the forefront even among all the Primarch brothers. Only the deceased Sanguinius and Horus could hold him back.

When it comes to resourcefulness, Magnus, who has an empty chest of words and ink, even claims to be the best among the Primarchs. Guilliman and his like, who have rigid ideas and only know how to follow the rules, are not even qualified to be compared with the King of Wizards.

So why Guilliman? Why did the Star-Buster give Guilliman the Helm of Domination that once belonged to Khorne? In Magnus's view, even the Dark Angel's original body, Lion, was undoubtedly a better candidate than Guilliman. He really couldn't understand Russell's decision.

However, the question in Magnus's mind now found the answer.

In the center of the church, the heartbeat of the original body was getting stronger and stronger, just like the war drums in front of the battle array arousing the fighting spirit of humans as warriors. Magnus could feel that the Ultramarines who were protected by him were becoming excited. Even the wizard king's psychic suppression became powerless.

The next moment, Eliwood broke free from Magnus' control and rushed towards the Primarch's throne in the center of the church.

Dozens of other Honor Guards and Ever-Victorious Sword Guards also escaped one after another. They all knelt down in front of their genetic father, their hands on the scabbards at their waists.

The armored giant sitting on the throne stood up trembling, his eyes obscured by the shadow under the Helm of Domination. His body trembled not because of the old injuries left by Fulgrim, but because of... anger.

Endless anger.

For a moment, Magnus couldn't even recognize that it was Guilliman standing in front of him. The church reliefs around him seemed to turn into skulls on the ground, and blood flowed into a gurgling stream under his feet. Khorne himself sat upright. On top of the mountain of skulls...

"I would actually mistake him for the Blood God?" Magnus felt incredible about this.