Chapter 436 216 In the Illusion

Chapter 436 2.16 In the Illusion

One day, people will realize that war and killing are inevitable.

The killing itself gives Him strength.

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"Illusion is a special dessert that must be tasted when facing subspace."

Hades said, naturally reaching for the Macragge cake Guilliman had given him,

[So what hallucinations do people generally see? 】

Robert Guilliman asked, the Lord of Macragge wishing to know more about psychic knowledge.

Hades' hand paused,

"I should answer you, I don't know."

The commander of the Death Guard said,

"I'm a Soulless One, and I've never experienced immersive hallucinations - but I guess you could ask Mortarion,"

Then Hades added the next sentence, as if he was afraid that Guilliman would go directly to Mortarion.

"The premise is that Mortarion is willing to share those hallucinations with you. Generally speaking, no one likes to take the initiative to mention those hallucinations."

【……】

[Given the Primarch's willpower, I don't think these hallucinations will be an insurmountable problem. 】

Robert Guilliman said seriously,

Hades, who was munching on cakes, raised his eyes and glanced meaningfully at Guilliman.

"I hope so, and may you always maintain your determination."

Hades paused;

"Perhaps for some people, belief is also a kind of strength."

Now Robert Guilliman realized what Hades was talking about.

He and the Ultramarines walked forward in the blood mist, and the mist obscured everything.

There were no enemies, only corpses leaning against the bulkhead in people's sight after a long walk.

Guilliman initially believed that the Ultramarines might attack him, and therefore he kept a watchful eye on them.

But when the first screams broke out, Robert Guilliman realized that he was wrong.

Screams came from the end of the makeshift team. When the primarch turned his head sharply, Guilliman only saw one person at the end of the team who had disappeared.

【Respond to me! My warrior! 】

Guilliman drank, and the Primarch gestured for his warriors to follow him, while he turned and ran in the direction from which the man had disappeared in the mist.

After running eighty-eight steps, Guilliman saw the headless corpse kneeling on the spot, holding the head in his hands.

The corpse was kneeling on the ground in a circle drawn with blood, and eight mortal heads were piled beside the corpse.

It belonged to the Ultramarine who had just disappeared. His head in his hand was facing Guilliman, as if he was mocking the Lord Macragge's naivety.

Guilliman tightened his grip on the sword, but then he noticed something. Guilliman turned around and realized that there were a few fewer people in his team.

Distant screams came from the fog, and the corridor distorted the screams. Vaguely, Guilliman felt as if they were laughing.

Including the corpse kneeling in front of him, there are currently eight people missing from this team.

There was a clanging sound of armor, and Guilliman turned around suddenly. He saw the cloak of Leon the Lion flashing past in the fog.

[Leon Jonson? ! 】

Guilliman shouted, his voice lost in the mist, and his remaining heirs gathered around him, looking terrified.

Guilliman shouted several times in vain, his voice like stones falling into the abyss, leaving nothing behind.

For a moment, Guilliman felt the stupidity of his actions, which made him feel impotently annoyed.

The Primarch immediately regrouped, not wanting the situation to happen again.

But with a single movement, eight more Ultramarines disappeared from Guilliman's sight.

They disappeared without a sound.

Eighty-eight steps later, Guilliman found the bodies of those people again.

Did they struggle in the moments before death?

Cold sweat broke out on Guilliman's head. Were they forced or did they take the initiative?

If they were forced, why did they disappear so smoothly, but if they were active... would this really happen?

This time, a hoarse chuckle came from the darkness on the ceiling. Guilliman looked up and saw a pair of pure black eyes, staring at him crazily.

The next moment, Konrad Coates rushed towards him and disappeared into the fog in an instant.

? !

Guilliman lowered his head and saw clear blood marks on his blue helmet. The blood marks were like the scars made by Curze's power claw, with sharp ends.

Robert Guilliman took a deep breath, this was an illusion, the Lord of Macragge told himself firmly.

Leon Jonson, and Konrad Curze could not be here, on Macragge.

His first priority now is to get out of here, and at the same time try to prevent any more sacrificial deaths in his team.

Guilliman realized that these deaths were accelerating the hallucinations.

Immediately afterwards, the Ultramarines at the head of his team let out a cry of surprise, but this time it was not a reduction in numbers. Guilliman looked and saw the Fire Dragon Lord's naked body lying on the ground, scorched by fire.

? !

Guilliman let out an exclamation.

【Vulcan? ! 】

But this time his brother did not immediately disappear into the fog. Guilliman ran over to him. He crouched down and tried to examine Vulkan's body.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, blood gushed out from the floor. The blood surged up quickly and swallowed Vulkan in an instant.

【Vulkan! ! ! 】

Guilliman's hands fished in vain in the blood, but then he stood up, the blood stained his gauntlets red, and dots of bright red dripped from the top.

It's all an illusion.

Guilliman once again strengthened his heart. He could no longer mess up his position.

These are lies, designed to distract you, Guilliman, and you should know this.

Even he was still shocked and puzzled by the appearance of the Primarch in the vision.

"My lord, please stay sensible."

The Ultramarine Boris beside him suddenly spoke, reminding Guilliman. Guilliman calmed down, and the light of reason was burning in his eyes.

[Be vigilant, these are all hallucinations,]

Guilliman paused.

[We cannot accept any further reductions in staff. 】

Is this an illusion?

Guilliman thought, feeling the rage of being fooled, of his enemies provoking him with invisible hallucinations, and that he could do nothing but be trapped here.

A scoff sounded, clearly reaching Guilliman's ears.

Guilliman immediately recognized that it came from an Ultramarine who was still alive!

Without hesitation, the Ultramarine thrust the power sword in his hand into his own chest——

"ah!!!!"

The moment the blood spattered, Guilliman heard the clear, clear scream of a voice he was familiar with,

It's Yodon.

【Stop! ! ! 】

Guilliman roared angrily, and the original body rushed towards the Ultramarine who was trying to commit suicide. He pulled the traitor's hand away with his hand, and the sound of the Space Marine's arm breaking could be heard clearly.

But it was too late. The Primarch realized that the traitor he had suppressed had long since lost his breath.

Beside him, the last eight traitors also drew their guns.

[You think fooling a Primarch is a feat? ! 】

Yoden's deathly sobs sounded in the fog, and at the same time, the blood of the Ultramarines splattered around Guilliman. They didn't even have time to pull the trigger of their boltguns.

The traitors fell, and Guilliman pressed Boris's neck with one hand, pressing him against the bulkhead.

【traitor,】

Robert Guilliman said expressionlessly,

[Do you think an illusion can try to defeat a primarch? 】

He exerted force, and there was a sound of bones breaking in his neck.

Guilliman let go, and the body fell limply to the ground.

To the Lord Macragge's relief, Jotun's wails in the illusion stopped.

The flames of confusion, confusion, betrayal, and fooling were burning in his heart.

Now it was time for him to try to escape the illusion and find Angron.

Robert Guilliman killed the final eight men.

A red light flashed in his pupils,

Robert Guilliman saw Angron charging towards him and raised his axe.

Great!