Chapter 75 75, Do You Want to Die Too?

The demigods dueled in the Sea of ​​Souls, and the turbulent waves they set off made the entire subspace turbulent. As a result, countless powerful psychics in the physical universe were affected by this, and their eyes showed a look of panic.

At the edge of the Ultramarine, the Indomitable Expedition Fleet of the Five Hundred Worlds was advancing in a mighty manner. Now Guilliman was in high spirits.

Countless dark worlds were saved by him, and countless people in the Empire regarded him as the savior. One after another, interstellar war groups took the initiative to join his expedition. So that in the war that never stopped, the scale of the Indomitable Expedition Fleet not only did not shrink, but it became stronger and stronger.

Under Guilliman's leadership, another world was easily rescued, and the cheers of mankind spread to every corner of the planet. The huge Primarch sculpture was being rushed day and night.

The love of the people of the Empire made No. 13 smile.

At this moment, a slender and artistic fighter suddenly appeared in this world.

Seeing this alien spaceship suddenly appearing, the Indomitable Expedition Fleet suspended in the outer orbit not only did not launch an attack, but let it pass - Evelyne of the Death Army came to visit again.

"How have you been recently, big boy?" After seeing Guilliman, the Eldar teased like an old friend.

After hearing this, the Ultramarines responsible for guarding the Primarch around them consciously shifted their sights.

How to say it, this is indeed a bit blasphemous, but well, as long as my father is happy.

"Not bad, the throne is on it, and victory has never been far away from me." Sure enough, Guilliman was not angry, but also smiled - even boasting, telling Evelyne about his recent great deeds.

But he was ruthlessly interrupted by Evelyne.

"There is no time to talk about this now, Regent, we should set off." Evelyne's expression gradually became serious.

"Set off? Where to?" Guilliman asked in surprise.

"You didn't know?" Eveleene was even more surprised than the Primarch, and then continued, "Yes, you are so afraid of the energy of the Supreme Heaven that you naturally won't feel it."

"In short, your two brothers had a fierce fight in the Sea of ​​Souls."

"Fight. Dukel? Who is he fighting with?" Guilliman asked suddenly after hearing it.

"Magnus, your fallen brother, was beaten up by His Highness Dukel, but" Eveleene's expression became completely serious,

"But this is probably his last victory. The prophet gave a prophecy that your brother has already stepped into the trap of the gods."

"This" Guilliman digested the information.

"Think about it on the way, Regent, or do you not want to save your brother?" Eveleene asked mischievously.

"How is that possible!" Guilliman immediately retorted, "Ten thousand years ago, when the statue of No. 2 was removed, I made a big fuss for him! If Dukor knew about this, he would definitely be grateful to me!"

"But you are right, Evelyne, there is no time to think."

After Guilliman finished speaking, he directly contacted the Grand Magus of the Mechanicus Cawl to inquire about the maintenance of the expedition fleet.

After receiving a positive answer, the Regent's tone revealed a strong confidence.

"Let's go together, Evelyne!"

"Whether it is the tricks of the gods or those betrayed brothers, we will all be defeated. I can't wait to see the expression of my brothers after being saved by me!"

"That must be very exciting!" Evelyne responded with a smile.

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On the other side, a completely fallen dark place, this is the paradise of chaos, and also the trap set by the gods for the Primarch.

Fulgrim led his Slaanesh Legion to wait here early, like a venomous snake entrenched in a trap.

When he noticed Magnus's defeat, his lips pursed slightly, revealing a contemptuous smile.

In Fulgrim's view, Fifteen's defeat was doomed.

His ignorant brother had no idea how weak he was, let alone how powerful Two was.

But he was different.

Fulgrim had defeated and even killed more than one Primarch himself. If Guilliman had not been resurrected.

But even so, his record was remarkable.

More importantly, Fulgrim knew how powerful Two was. In the previous brief confrontation, Dukor had left him with scars that would never heal.

The Daemon Prince stroked the cracks on his body, and from time to time, illusory flames would emanate from these cracks.

Whenever the flames burned, Fulgrim's face would reveal a twisted and painful expression.

Ordinary injuries could not make him feel pain.

As a Daemon Prince of Slaanesh, the inhumane torture instruments in the Imperial Inquisition could only make him feel a little better.

But the pain left by the flames was completely different. Fulgrim only tasted the torture deep into his bones, but could not get any pleasure from the torture.

This was the most unbearable thing for him.

A hissing sound like snake language echoed in the darkness, and Fulgrim's scaly, deformed, weird, yet beautiful and abominable body twisted together in pain.

"Number Two! I swear to pay this pain a hundredfold!"

Fulgrim's voice was filled with unimaginable resentment.

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In the warp, on the huge Tizca pyramid.

Duker was unaware of what was happening in the outside world. At this moment, he just raised the steel boots that were on Magnus' head.

But even so, there was still no mercy on his face. The reason why he did this was just to see if his brother could still get up and have a good fight with him again.

After waiting for a moment, he felt bored - the Crimson King seemed to have completely lied down after being defeated by him. He was just panting heavily but had no intention of fighting back.

"Are you completely convinced? This doesn't look like you, Magnus."

"Haha." No. 15 just smiled miserably, with various colors flowing in the remaining one eye, "No. 2, my brother, must be very painful to be tortured by human malice."

Buzz! ——

Duker put the chain sword directly on his neck.

"Give up your little tricks, Magnus." Duker's expression was cold. "Shut up now. You can still survive until I return to Terra with me. If you continue to try to talk nonsense, you will die!"

"Then you should kill me, brother. Even if it is real death." Magnus showed the calmness and open-mindedness of a wise man at this moment,

"As I said, I understand you; just like Sanguinius, your enemy has never been others, but your own strength, so I ask you - how does it feel to be tortured by human evil thoughts? brother"

"It seems you really want to die." Dukel raised his chain sword high.

"Then as you wish!"

As he spoke, his murderous intent reached its peak, and he no longer hesitated to grant Magnus the final execution.

suddenly,

boom! ——

A fallen warrior of the Thousand Sons opened fire.

The bolter hit Dukel directly in the forehead, and a series of explosions caused his head to tilt slightly.

"Do you also want to die?"

"Children of the Thousand Sons!"