Chapter 581: Unspeakable Loyalty, Eternal God’s Choice

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"What do you think you did to Guilliman?! And why are you still alive?! Why are you here?!"

Rage - not a metaphor - the psychic flames spurted out from Malcador's eyes in a real way, and even a well-experienced arena champion like Ifreni could not help but step back and look sideways. ——It seems that the Supreme Prophet has always shown extraordinary tolerance to the strangeness of this young man who is dressed very old, and it is not all because of the prophecy.

But what she was more curious about at the moment was, who was this being that Malcador didn't say his name even in such a furious situation?

First of all, he must not be the same existence as other "monkeys". This is because Malcador's conversation with this powerful individual who suddenly appeared did not avoid others. They all mentioned "what happened to Guilliman", which obviously shows that Robert Guilliman is still in his shrine. Or in the coffin, which made her secretly relieved. After all, there was only one square distance away. If she used her power towards this place and then ran with all her strength... No, there is also the man carrying the important machine. The automatic reliquary and its contents...

As far as Ifreni knows, even among the "monkeys" over the years, some special individuals have been produced that are comparable to the Eldar, such as the human emperor and his children, but he is definitely not - it should be Not the prince they came to save this time - Robert Guilliman should be Still pale and lifeless, he was frozen at the moment when he breathed his last breath before dying. His stasis stance turned his moment of death into an eternally displayed statue of his own moment of death for his heirs and the empire. Mortals have worshiped and paid homage with excitement throughout many generations.

Ifreni could not help but think that if this practice continued in the empire of these monkeys for nine thousand years, the glorification and belief in their own death would spread among humans and corrupt them to some extent. It’s really not surprising that the shape of a corpse is worshiped as the highest living god...

So who is this one in front of me?

She had not yet heard of any Prince of the Imperium of Man - or, as they said, the Primarch's public return.

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After looking at the innocent murals and vines above the marble arch that were scorched by the surge of psychic flames, Malcador gritted his teeth and regained control of his facial muscles. He was holding on to his staff and shaking it - maybe Just control yourself and don't immediately throw a few fireballs onto the forehead of this person's "son" who has always been a headache.

The Primarch opposite him, who had long been confirmed dead in the official history of the empire, shrugged his shoulders needlessly, and even showed concern for the other person for the first time.

"Don't worry...Makado, oh, our father will be surprised to see such a rare appearance of the Prime Minister. I need you to push the anti-gravity wheelchair that just arrived. Is it? It’s your store’s exclusive brand, it’s very easy to use and is very popular in the Ultramar sector.”

The former Imperial Regent glared at the seemingly overjoyed ex-skinner, the most troublesome of the best preys, the one who had perfected ten thousand years ago to drag away the most wretched criminals the Emperor had ever thought he could be entrusted with. The No. 8 Primarch of the First Army obtained the relic technology and other resources.

His civil servant robes were swaying with the rapid rise and fall of his chest and psychic energy - to be honest, if there were some cracks on his skin, then Malcador would look like a man whose psychic powers and blood pressure could rise and fall at any time. Flying and exploding to death, this only seemed to make Konrad Coates more happy.

The long blade on the power gauntlet that tore apart "Sicarius" clicked with these words that would have made all the Night Lords ten thousand years ago feel like they had taken the Emperor's Children hallucinogen. Pointing around, the old man noticed some unusual signs.

"This weapon 'doesn't exist now'?"

"Yes. It doesn't exist." The long blade on the glove changed from being stained with blood to looking horrifyingly stained with smelly and black flesh, and then turned into a phantom of the past, dissipating in the air.

"The existence that you and I both know has added an extra strength to the concept of 'knot' for 'Sicarius', subtly enhancing his original characteristics. None of you are qualified to untie him, The qualified person neither lives nor dies. It is a very subtle knot. However, I do not exist, thanks to your strict maintenance before. Protecting the line you pulled here, according to the fate of this line being laid here, today, Conrad Coates has indeed lost his head. He is too dead to die and cannot appear here. So. It is best for me to break this 'untieable knot' so that no one becomes the next target of this curse and blessing."

A certain combination of words touched the sensitive nerves of the former Imperial Regent, and he looked at him sternly.

"Goldius? This is not something you should break!"

A smile almost reached the corners of his mouth on Coze's pale face - even so, he still carried a beauty that was grotesque and dangerous to ordinary people, but sharp enough to cut open people's hearts - Neos! Look what kind of monster you have become as a result of not listening to advice!

"Yes." The pure black eyes unique to the Nostramos were full of joyful emotions, "But don't worry, I have no interest in becoming any king. I think even my current job is enough. , enough - well, now that the 'knot' has been resolved, you should hurry up and don't let me down, everyone."

The pale young man wearing a dark blue toga gave an exaggerated salute. His figure returned to a mortal figure at some point. With the fragmentation of "Sicarius" and the recovery of his figure, suddenly Suddenly, from the solemn temple at the other end of the square, there were fierce explosions, the sound of weapons cutting into flesh and armor, the sound of chainsword motors, war cries and roars, all the noisy movements suddenly seemed to come to life. It flooded the senses of everyone here.

They were awakened by the sharp whine of a second wave of Terrorclaws overhead that began to plunge into the atmosphere.

Everyone started running with all their might.

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Varro Diglis panted like a man who had just pulled out his face from a basin of water that he had been holding in for a long time before drowning. Then he blinked and became wet for some reason. His sore eyes had cold frost that had just turned into dew on his eyelashes, but the exposed skin of his face told him that the temperature around him was not that low.

Someone vaguely whispered an apology in his ear, but the end of the sound was like the tip of a butterfly's wing flashing over the edge of his psychic hood, as light and thin as a soap bubble in the sun, and with the breeze of reason It began to blow through the minds of great minds, and the impression of it disappeared without a trace.

He tightened his palms, and the staff in his palm felt as warm as jade through the power armor gloves. The ancient psychic circuit quickly guided his thoughts and power to flow together.

This is - how - what situation -

Yes, the architecture and decoration here are in the Suzheng Temple, close to the original shrine - the original shrine - what original? - He received a mission - what was his mission? Why is he here? What was he going to do just now?

A familiar roar brought the Chief Librarian's thoughts out of the chaos in his mind. He immediately realized that it was Calgar, his Chapter Master, his master, and his old friend, shouting during the battle.

Diglis looked up and was immediately deeply shocked by the blood, evil and chaos that filled the Sovereign Temple at this moment.

Just two steps away from him, the chapter leader's power fist was smashing the skull and mandible of a terminator in black armor and gold rim with an uppercut with more than ten tons of power. He was hit into the air along with his cervical vertebrae, and bits and pieces of black and red blood sprinkled down from all directions, forming a new source of the smell of blood.

"Don't be stunned, Diglis!" The shout was followed by the continuous blast of explosives in Calgar's hand, "Watch what's behind you!"

The chief think tank subconsciously raised his staff, and his psychic protection stance allowed an ancient power hammer that hit him to "slip" away from his armor. Then Calgar stumbled forward, his power gloves crackling, With another punch, the attacker behind him was blasted several feet away and embedded in the marble pedestal filled with the names of the deceased, smashing all the memorials into pieces.

Now was not the time to ask Calgar what was going on. Diglis realized that he waved his staff, and blazing psionic burst fireballs were launched with the wave of the staff, attacking Chaos in all its paths. The wizards and warriors were ablated into blank spaces filled with steaming ceramite and flesh.

When he turned half of his body, Diglis's eyes saw the familiar stasis shrine of the Gene Father and the marble throne supporting it.

The original body was sitting there, on the throne where he had sat for nine thousand years, with his eyes lowered, like a physical icon. Except for a handful of blood from an unknown person splashed on the corner of his pale mouth, which looked shocking and unexpected. Sitting there as always.

as always.

The mission goals left in Diglis' mind gradually overlapped with the scene in front of him. He suddenly had a premonition of what happened and what was about to happen. A chill and trembling climbed up his back, making him feel slightly confused. My mind immediately became clear as if soaked in ice water.

"Yes..." he murmured as he continued to stand guard under the throne, using his powers to clear the way for the group rushing through the gate.

"What's going on?! Who are they?!" Maneus Calgar was seriously injured. He was covered in blood. There were several deep cracks on the vital parts of the power armor, as if he had been struck by some giant monster. The beast almost disemboweled him. Diglis gave him a complicated look and guessed who had seriously injured him. However, considering the old grudges and that person's reputation, he actually spared the chapter leader's life. It seemed that There is still a place for him in the future, and that one is more sensible in his actions. As for why I have been feeling anxious, uneasy, and seeing strange prophecies repeatedly... well, there is an explanation for this. I hope that after today everything can return to... normalcy.

He didn't like having the memories in his mind blocked at will, but this time because it was related to the father of the gene, he didn't pursue it for the time being.

"They are... the people who will resurrect our father, Calgar." The chief think tank raised his staff and fired out sharp energy shocks one after another, opening the way for the group of uninvited guests who were besieged and dragging the automatic holy box. However, A ball of nova-like energy immediately erupted among them, vaporizing all the surrounding attackers into blue smoke before exploding.

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"What? Diglis! What's going on?! Hasn't our father already..." Calga's eyes were stuck for a moment when he glanced at the empty throne, "How...I...how What's going on? In the name of the emperor! What kind of conspiracy is this?

"Not at all." The chief think tank sighed, supported Calgar's body, and drove away all the Chaos cousins ​​who were attacking and trying to obtain the power of the Chapter Master's skull like flames driving away shadows. "I understand everything. Although this is a desperate move - but I swear there will be someone responsible for all the chaos caused by this incident!"

As he spoke, the Great Sage, the Living Saint, and Ifreni, who were carrying the mechanical automatic sacred box, had already rushed to Guilliman's throne. The holy box was pushed into stasis by the mechanical tentacles of the great sage in a hurry but accurately. stance, mechanical sound, bone drill The sound of the machine, the hum of the motor, and other sounds reached everyone's ears. The mechanical structure was like a giant carnivorous flower devouring a hamster, swallowing the stationary original body on the throne entirely into the layers of spreading metal cables. Lines and limbs deep.

A sigh came out when the blond hair and laurel wreath were swallowed up by the ruthless and cold machinery, floating under the throne.

Ten terrifying claws smashed into the dilapidated hall floor, and what emerged from them were a hundred Chaos Terminators with the most combat experience and the most powerful blessings from the Four Gods. They are the embodiment of violence and chaos. At this moment and here, the gaze of the gods has never been so focused. Every Chaos warrior is full of unprecedented power, driving them to kill, destroy, and destroy any order, hope, and order they see in front of them. The embodiment of civilization.

Their overwhelming attacks were so violent that they were like celestial punishment. The attacks of bombs, melt, plasma and even whirlpools tried to engulf the defenders in the temple. The spells released by the former imperial regents mixed in the team were blocked by various Dissolved by a halo of colors.

"Damn! They took advantage of this opportunity...!" The old man frowned, and the brilliance of spiritual energy began to shine on every friendly soldier present. Each warrior felt their end approaching and fought bravely, determined to take away as many of their former cousins ​​who had fallen to Chaos before they faded away.

With a shout of joy from the ruling great sage, the mechanical device of the automatic holy box began to fade away automatically, and in the hissing mist, a brilliant object began to appear in front of everyone.

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His human presence is unparalleled.

His human glory is glorified by the gods.

The new demigod body that appeared on the throne seemed to have an eight-ray platinum halo shining on the back of his head, and a laurel wreath of psychic thorns appeared on his forehead. He was wearing the magnificent mysterious armor forged on Mars by Belisarius Caul. , holding the Book of Holy Words high in one hand, and holding a divine sword burning with eternal platinum flame in the other hand.

He opened his eyes, and his molten eyes seemed to shine through his eyes into the depths of everyone's soul.

Everyone present fell into a cursed silence.

Until a scream of joy broke the silence.

"The Chosen Son of God is born!"

The wizard of chaos screamed, laughed wildly and began to offer his blood from his neck to the lips of the chosen god of the new birth.

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Outside the temple door, the Midnight King showed a real smile.