Warhammer 40k, but I’m really not an angelic father!

It was not Guilliman who responded to Curze, but Sandales.

In his opinion, Guilliman had no concrete knowledge of the true war strength of the Ultramar world.

Because he is too used to it.

Compared to other legions, Guilliman, who once commanded the entire Ultramar world and the largest Ultramarines Legion, could almost kill the enemy with just the number of artillery shells.

But that’s not actually the case at all.

Not to mention the admiration that the real Sanguinius expressed after seeing the huge scale of the entire Ultramar world.

The fact that the two rivals, Lion and Horus, could simultaneously entertain the idea that Guilliman had the power to launch a rebellion, made it easy to imagine how terrifying the world's war power was.

The reason why the Chaos Warmaster wanted to capture the palace as quickly as possible was because he realized the consequences of running the massive and terrifying war factory of Ultramar at full capacity.

If Guilliman had not arrived so late, the Chaos army that launched the Shadow Crusade would have most likely been completely blocked from the outside by the pursuing Ultramarines.

"No matter what means they use, we must take them one by one."

"In the eyes of the people, we are now a shining beacon of light. If there is even a slight possibility that we will retreat, then the people will lose hope."

The three of them chatted with each other, and the cruising train continued to move towards a tall building, from which one could almost overlook the entire administrative area of Macragge.

An undercurrent was surging among the crowd. Among the enthusiastic and cheering mortals, there were always some figures who stared at the three Primarchs on the parade car with greedy and crazy eyes.

They were wondering what effect would occur if Chaos appeared in this grand spectacle, which was enough to be promoted to the entire Ultramar world.

Will the reputation and authority of the three of them in the world of Ultramar plummet to the bottom?

At that time, will those passionate and hopeful fools let their fragile fireflies be extinguished in panic?

The parade bus arrived at its destination amid cheers. Surrounded by the Guard of Honor, Sandiles and his companions came to the high platform overlooking all the cheering people.

A stout representative of the governor and nobles, dressed in various decorations, was standing beside him, and next to him was a servant holding a wooden tray with a gorgeous laurel wreath on it.

Sandales and Curze looked at each other secretly. They both sensed the scent of conspiracy, and Guilliman was just giving them a signal to tell them not to act rashly.

They are now under the watchful eyes of all their people.

If they take any action, it will bring irreversible panic to the entire planet and even the world of Ultramar.

The ideas of these traitors are very reasonable and their plans are perfect. Paying the price of several lives to allow the presence of Chaos to appear throughout the world of Ultramar is a sure-win deal.

But have they ever considered that their actions might become someone else's problem?

"Great Lord of Ultramar, glorious Son of God, true Lord of the Ultramarines, on behalf of all the nobles in the world of Ultramar, I pay you my highest respects!"

The bloated noble representative wanted to bow to Guilliman, but his bloated and obese belly prevented him from even bending properly.

He could even only lower his head slightly.

Guilliman did not dislike the man's physique, because this appearance was considered relatively restrained among the vast majority of nobles in the empire today.

Compared to those people who piled themselves up like mountains of flesh, this guy in front of me is barely acceptable.

When Guilliman shifted his gaze to the laurel crown, he felt a sense of disgust and hatred from the depths of his heart.

He could feel that the gorgeous laurel wreath was emitting a nauseating smell, and the extremely rich musk seemed to have life and was drilling into his nostrils.

He did not understand why he had the ability to see through the disguise of the Warp after waking up, but he could only attribute all this to the gift given to the Primarch by the Emperor.

"The people of Ultramar have long awaited your return. We hope your glory will once again shine upon the entire world of Ultramar."

"You will lead us to a truly lofty pinnacle. When you sit on the throne that symbolizes the highest point of power, people throughout the empire will cheer you."

Guilliman did not make any extra expression in response to the words of the noble representative in front of him. In his eyes, this noble representative was like a clown who kept performing in front of him.

Using all kinds of clumsy and ridiculous shapes to promote the so-called glory of chaos.

Moreover, the other party's words have exposed his true intentions.

What eye was Fulgrim blind of to choose such a loser to try to corrupt him? Moreover, what this guy said almost had the word "sowing discord" written on his face.

In the entire human empire, there is only one person who can sit on the throne of supreme power, and that is the Emperor.

No one but the Emperor could sit on the throne, and that throne was no good.

I will never forget the painful and hideous roar of the Emperor after he sat on the throne.

Even the worst wounds he had suffered during the Great Crusade had never caused the Emperor such pain, but the Golden Throne revealed the Emperor's face as if he were in terrible torture.

"I beg you to allow me to personally place this magnificent laurel crown, a symbol of the love of the people of Ultramar, on your head. This is the cheers and blessings of the entire Ultramar for your return."

"Of course, I'll gladly accept."

Carrying hatred and disgust for the evil god, Guilliman allowed the nobleman in front of him to put the crown, which obviously had ill intentions, on his head.

And at this moment, the murmured whispers and various temptations surged towards him like a tide, wrapping him up in the surging ocean of luxury.

But the golden power made him feel like he was on a big ship, and no matter how strong the waves were, they could not affect him in the slightest.

Wealth, vanity, gluttony, indulgence, domination, renunciation.

The six influences symbolized by the Lord of Joy are constantly surrounding you.

Fulgrim had already been writhing in the ocean like a sea serpent, but he himself remained motionless on the ship.

"It shouldn't be like this, you shouldn't be able to resist!"

"It was that freshman brother. What did he give you?! I should have fought to the death and stabbed him to death!"

Guilliman was standing by the ship, looking down at Fulgrim's face in the ocean. His originally handsome and smooth face had now turned into a dark purple and disgusting appearance.

"He gave me nothing, Fulgrim. What I now use was mine from the beginning, the most precious gift the Emperor has ever given to any of his brothers."

"And you, one of my most hopeless brothers, you yourself handed over the treasures the Emperor had prepared for you to the Lord of Pleasure, and let Him throw you some worthless garbage as a gift."

"You've lost your most precious treasure, yet you're overjoyed there, thinking you've gained something you've always dreamed of."

Guilliman's expression was very calm, and what he said was exactly the truth.

Although he tried his best to deny it, there were many things he had to accept, such as the fact that this power could never belong to the real universe.

In awakening himself, Sandales also activated the gift given by the Emperor within him.

His relationship with the Warp was getting closer and closer, so much so that he could clearly see any creation that was tainted by the breath of the Warp.

"Guilliman! Your veil of hypocrisy must be removed!"

"Your body also contains things from the subspace, but you refuse to admit it!"

"Whether it's there or not is its business, whether I recognize it or not is my business. It's in my body, so I'll use it, but don't expect me to acknowledge it."

"Guilliman!!"

Amid Fulgrim's roar, Guilliman's thoughts returned to reality, and he raised his hand and gently took off the laurel wreath on his head.

Guilliman's actions stunned all the people of Ultramar who were watching him. Macragge, which had been echoing with cheers, was completely silent at this moment.

They didn't understand why the Lord of Ultramar would take away the laurel wreath that symbolized the love of the people of Ultramar. Didn't the Son of God love them anymore?

Is it that what I have done over the years has not been recognized by the Son of God?

Everyone fell into self-doubt, and even some fanatical believers of the state religion wanted to start whipping themselves to pay for the mistakes that made the Son of God sad and denied.

At the moment when everyone was in different emotions, Guilliman whispered something that made the entire Macragge fall into a little panic.

"Are you still unwilling to show yourself, you hopeless brother?"

Hopeless brothers?

Could it be another Son of God who has lost his way?

Everyone equated the next possible figure with Koz.

But they soon realize that the person who showed up is not what they imagined at all.

This guy is twisted and terrifying, and he doesn't even have the most basic limbs of a human being.

He has four arms and his skin is dark purple, clearly not human.

The perfect action that revealed evil intentions cast a shadow over the hearts of all the people of Macragge, the entire world of Ultramar, and even everyone watching the parade.

"See? Now the entire world of Ultramar knows of my existence. How can you prevent the power of Chaos from reaching this world?"

"my brother."

The snake-like grinding sound of Fulgrim made everyone feel numb all over. This terrifying figure had aroused all the dark desires in the deepest part of their hearts.

Reason and their final faith in the Emperor are suppressing them tightly, refusing them to do anything that would betray their human identity.

Just when everyone was shrouded in fear and terror, a voice as warm as the sun drew their thoughts back to the scene they saw.

"My answer is, we don't need to stop it."

"Every truly noble human being will reject uncontrolled indulgence from the bottom of their heart. They will restrain their behavior with reason and faith. More importantly, they will cherish their identity as a human being."

"They have families, things they love, and homes they live in."

The golden figure of Sandales passed Guilliman, and the armor of hope on his body that reflected the sunlight brought light back into the hearts of all his people.

The slightly swaying white wings were like the most essential and pure soul of human beings. In the eyes of all the people, they saw that these three pairs of wings isolated themselves from the terrifying things.

Sandales stood between them and danger like a father.

Behind him is tranquility and security, while in front of him is terror and danger.

"You can't protect them forever. One day, they will have to face the chaos alone!"

"They have been facing it for a long time. From the moment they were born into this world and opened their eyes, they have been facing horror."

The people of the entire Ultramar world watched as Sandales talked with this twisted figure.

They had remembered the terrifying twisted figure, but they remembered even more the three Primarchs who were protecting them at that moment.

"One day or another, I'm going to tear off the hypocrisy of you guys!"

"We don't wear the so-called veil. You are just jealous of us. You have given up the beauty of being human and fallen into darkness forever. You are not even as good as those mortals who dare to face the darkness."

Curze used words to belittle Fulgrim. He despised this self-abandoned brother. Even among all the fallen brothers, he hated Fulgrim the most because he was unreasonably narcissistic and self-degrading.

After his return, it was the former Fulgrim who first taught him what the Imperial Truth was, but now the person who betrayed the Imperial Truth the most is also Fulgrim!

Koze's voice stirred up a different kind of waves in the hearts of mortals. The sons of God could all fall into darkness, but they still chose to face it bravely.

"Don't blame me for reminding you, you were on the same side as me back then."

"Really? I didn't serve any evil god like a dog back then, and now I'm standing against you. I've returned to the empire to atone for my past sins by protecting its people. Do you dare to come back?"

"you!"

Curze stabbed Fulgrim in the most painful spot, almost drawing blood.

In the eyes of the people of Macragge, the reason Curze was able to return to the Empire and be accepted was because he only betrayed the Empire's path but did not give up his identity as a human being.

And if he is willing to atone for his sins, then the Emperor may forgive this lost child.

Moreover, the value of every powerful son of God in this dark age is invaluable. No matter whether it is the Emperor or the mortals who are sinking in the darkness, they will not reject such a powerful existence who can protect mankind from the destruction of darkness.

But that inhuman, horrifying figure was different.

He had not only betrayed the ways of the Imperium, he had also betrayed the will of the Emperor himself, and his own very nature as the Son of God.

Now he is the darkness itself that destroys humanity!

That inhuman being is hopeless; he cannot be compared with the Son of God who has just come to his senses!

"Do you hear, my brother, the endless cries that exist in the hearts of precious mortals? They are spitting on you."

"Now it's time for you to be banished from this world. The next time we truly meet again, I will personally chop off your head and avenge the humans you've tortured!"

At this moment, Sandiles gave up his position so that the people of the entire Ultramar world could see what was happening next.

The Emperor's Sword, burning with blazing flames, was raised high in Guilliman's hand, and the gorgeous Armor of Destiny on his body, reflecting golden light, reflected the glory. The Lord of Ultramar declared to his people with his actions that there is still hope.

The sharp blade on the back of Koz's hand has been ejected. The blade reflecting the cold light represents the will of mankind and their own repentance, and it will bring terrible punishment to the enemies who tortured them.

The holy figure of Sandales has already brandished the Sword of Hope in his hand, which is bursting with golden light. His glorious figure is almost the will of the Emperor himself, coming here just to bring destruction to this traitor who has betrayed humanity.

All the people of Ultramar saw the horrific figure being torn into pieces by the three Primarchs. They knew that this could not be the real body of the fallen being, but this still brought them new hope.

Because in the past, they could only hide in fear and did not dare to face such an existence at all.

But today is different. The three returning Primarchs have proved to them with their actions the glory and power of human will.

Even if they still need to face terrifying enemies in the future, the human will will continue to support them to stand firm.

The light of the Emperor will ignite courage within them, watching and aiding them as they continue to face the hateful enemies who would destroy those they love.