Chapter 25 25, Evelyne

His Highness Guilliman, the Regent of the Second Human Empire, put the gorgeous laurel wreath on his head.

Countless magnificent scenes instantly filled the Primarch's heart.

One after another, the brilliant pictures outlined an extremely bright future for him.

Compared with the unparalleled achievements depicted in the pictures, Guilliman's tiny victory in front of him is not worth mentioning at all.

In the pictures, he commanded an unprecedented vast army and planted the flag of the Human Empire in every corner of the galaxy.

The people loved him so much that being able to die for the hero king was the highest praise for each of them.

Countless worlds he liberated will be named Guilliman.

The brutal and cunning Chaos is nothing more than a broken-back dog in front of him, and the demons are panicked and can only hide in the darkest corners.

Statues praising Guilliman are spread all over every world of the empire, and a supreme throne will be waiting for him.

Just as he was on the road to becoming king, sitting on the supreme throne, overlooking the entire human empire, feeling endless sighs in his heart.

Guilliman saw it.

There was a familiar yet unfamiliar figure, walking slowly towards him.

With a majestic and powerful body, a handsome and resolute face, and bright eyes that seemed to be surging with endless fighting spirit at all times.

This was Guilliman's long-lost brother, the Primarch of the Second Legion, Dukel.

"Hey, isn't this Guilliman?"

The second Primarch looked at Guilliman sitting on the supreme throne, and his tone seemed to be full of confusion and puzzlement.

"I didn't expect you to take the trouble to come to see me in person. Welcome to your arrival, my brother."

Guilliman did not answer the confusion of the second.

Although there is a huge gap between their identities now, he has regained the glory of mankind and established supreme merits.

He still maintained his humility and tried to give the other party a feeling of spring breeze.

But the next sentence of the second made him feel numb.

"Brother, I'm not saying anything about you, what are you daydreaming about?"

Dukel had a strange smile on his face, and then, in Guilliman's unbelievable eyes, a psychic fight came up.

It was hard for others to imagine how much psychological trauma this big fight had caused to the no longer young Regent.

This slap not only brought him back to reality, but also made him feel ashamed.

Guilliman wanted to say a few more words to Dukel, but unfortunately, his fear of the warp was so deep in his bones.

In the moment of sobriety, he subconsciously cut off the psychic connection.

When his consciousness returned to the celebration of Macragge, Guilliman recalled the beautiful pictures just now.

Then he thought of the seemingly humble but complacent attitude he made to No. 2 when he was immersed in the illusion.

At this moment, even the great demigod Primarch, the king of the five hundred worlds, couldn't help blushing and fully experienced the feeling of social death.

But soon this social death of shyness turned into endless anger.

The furious Regent tore the laurel wreath on his head and ordered the arrest of the Chief Consul in front of him.

After venting his anger, Guilliman called Evelyne and ordered,

"I need you and your Death Army to help me do something."

"Help me find my brother, the Primarch of the Second Legion, Dukel."

"Go to Ophelia VII, he should still be there."

In the unpredictable depths of the warp, in a lost world.

From the twisted flesh and blood temple, a roar mixed with endless pain came out.

Fulgrim was in a miserable state at this moment, his evil and huge body gradually shriveled, and the cracks in the flesh and blood splashed with a little fire.

The soul fragments filled with the fire of the soul penetrated into his body and soul without any obstacles, which was tantamount to setting himself on fire.

Although he could not kill him yet, he felt deep pain.

Not only that, at this moment, the world he was in was burning with flames, scorching this world in eternal darkness.

Countless demons were burned to death in the flames, and the screams of pain echoed in every corner of this world.

His carefully prepared conspiracy not only did not have any effect, but also brought disaster upon himself.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!——"

"Number Two, you deserve to die!"

Fulgrim summoned the Chaos Legion under his command, and the rage in his heart could not tolerate any hesitation.

He was going to launch an expedition himself, and this time, he would cut off his brother's head with his own hands.

To wash away the humiliation he had suffered!

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The roar of the sea of ​​souls rolled, and the waves of destruction in the warp seemed to want to sweep and engulf all souls.

Arrogance turned into a turbulent vortex, and rage and evil desire merged into a crazy storm;

Despair gathered into a steep strait, and countless hungry demons wandered on the endless coast.

In the vast bloody plain, this is the battlefield of the four gods.

Countless demons fight here all day long, and a bloodthirsty demon army of Khorne is heading towards the Crystal City.

On the edge of the city, the huge ring scorpion and the guardian of Tzeentch collided head-on.

Like a dense swarm of insects, the two armies surged from all directions, like two bloodthirsty beasts, and they bit each other fiercely the moment they met.

The crazy knights under Slaanesh sneaked into the garden of Nurgle.

This attack was so sudden and just in time, the demon army of the kind father had just set out in full force to attack Khorne's Iron Fire Castle.

Terrible fighting is just the daily routine of these demons. Fierce fighting makes the subspace turbulent every moment.

——Under the intensive and long-term oscillations, it becomes increasingly difficult to navigate through the subspace.

But even such a brutal war could not completely win the favor of the four gods. Their eyes were still aimed at the physical universe at all times.

Khorne put most of his attention on the resurrection of the original body.

The Demon Prince's failure made him laugh wildly.

And the plans conceived by his believers also receive more attention from Him.

Known as the ever-victorious Warmaster, Abaddon roared.

Amidst the roars, countless demons and Chaos believers are preparing to attack, ready to break the barrier between reality and illusion again and sound the horn to hunt for the resurrected Primarch.

Kalos, the Fateweaver under Tzeentch, carefully picked up the scattered fragments of fate and began to weave a large web against the original body.

The demon prince Fulgrim is even more ready to launch an expedition himself. This time he is bound to wash away the humiliation.

For these vicious looks.

Duker knew it all.

He strengthened his own forces as much as possible and made preparations for the Great Expedition.

As the aliens stared at the Primarch with malice, he stared back at them.

The vast expanse of the Milky Way is a huge hunting ground, and no one thinks that he or she will be the prey.

Just a few weeks after the celebration of the Primarch's resurrection.

The peaceful days when Dukel was quietly gathering strength were once again rippled.

According to the message conveyed to him by members of the Heart Network,

The Thirteenth Princess (bushi), the Death Army Everene, led the fleet and appeared near Ophelia Seven.