[Calm down!!! Guilliman!]
Angron roared, and without hesitation, he swung his fist and smashed it into Guilliman's face.
Robert Guilliman had never fought Angron, nor had he experienced a fighting style as explosive as Angron's.
Guilliman took a sudden step back as Angron's fist passed in front of him.
Seeing that his attack was ineffective, Angron immediately turned sideways and picked up the bloody battle axe he had just thrown. The chainsaw axe made a deafening roar.
[Retreat! Rock, lead everyone to retreat, but don't get too far away from me! ]
Angron roared, his eyes fixed on Guilliman.
He was sure that he was his brother. In fact, the Lord of Red Sand, who possessed the ability to recognize other people's emotions, could distinguish between illusion and reality from beginning to end.
Roboute Guilliman was in terrible shape.
Angron saw the sticky blood dripping from his armor, mixed with some blue fragments - Guilliman had killed the Ultramarines, or rather, something in the skin of an Ultramarines.
He looked much older and more tired, with layers of dried blood on his ears. The years had worn away Guilliman.
Robouti Guilliman fell into an irritable rage, but there was still a firm clarity in his blue eyes.
[Guilliman! It's me! Angron!]
Angron shouted, dodging Guilliman's sword swings, he was sure Guilliman heard him, but he did not believe him.
Robert Guilliman had been trapped in the illusion for too long, and he might have fought with Angron countless times in the illusion.
Angron had to make Guilliman realize that it was the real Angron who stood before him.
Angron dodged Guilliman's dagger again by leaning to the side, but Guilliman swung forward and Angron blocked the blow with his axe.
There was a loud noise of metal colliding, and the two primarchs stared at each other.
Normally, Angron would have felt his blood boiling with excitement at the prospect of fighting.
But now he didn't. The fighting among the primarchs did not arouse any fighting spirit in him. He was now exceptionally sober, with a certain ease.
Perhaps he was still savoring the taste of the strategic retreat just now.
Angron looked Guilliman in the eye.
[Guilliman - Think of Mortarion, he is still waiting for you in Macragge! ]
Angron shouted,
[Also, how did Hades teach you to identify chaos?! ]
Guilliman's eye twitched.
He briefly broke away from the inertia of a certain battle, fighting, observing, analyzing, fighting, and changing. He had repeated this set of behaviors for so long that he did not put too much effort into it.
It's like a machine on an assembly line.
And this was the best way Guilliman had found to reduce his anger and his will to fight.
At the beginning, thousands of demon armies emerged from the blood mist, and Robert Guilliman fought against them. He became extremely belligerent and angry, but he always controlled his emotions before the red line he set for him.
Time became extremely long, and perhaps after the opponent realized that they would never be able to defeat Guilliman in this way, the illusion that Guilliman faced changed.
He saw the Emperor, he saw Horus, he saw Corax, he saw his Lady Jotun, he saw the bastard who had killed his adopted father...
He saw everything, the logical, the absurd, everyone he knew and everyone he didn't know, and he fell into one illusion after another, which tried to defeat Guilliman with words.
Usually there was a hard-to-remember scene, followed by an argument, throwing out the hard truths, and then a fight, yelling at Guilliman while fighting, breaking down his cognition step by step.
Guilliman has already come up with a template for this.
At first, he knew it was an illusion, and he tried to argue with the other side. Robert Guilliman shouted all kinds of words full of logic and thinking.
Guilliman thought and argued.
He proved to the other side that creatures and races do not depend on war for survival. Once certain conditions are met, the probability of war outbreak in this world will be reduced to an extremely low probability.
But his enemies did not respond with a direct confrontation. They avoided this and instead attacked Robouti Guilliman himself, rather than the ideas he stood for.
They simply wish to provoke Roboute Guilliman's wrath and drive him insane.
Guilliman could feel his energy being helplessly drained. Perhaps he could still stand and fight for another thousand years, but would this illusion last for a thousand years
In those illusions, Robert Guilliman almost fell into the abyss. He hugged Euden's body in vain, and heard Curze's broken and sharp laughter and mockery in his ears.
Finally, after countless times of persuasion from "Angron", Robert Guilliman remained expressionless. He stretched out his hands and slapped his ears hard!
His whole world began to buzz.
Guilliman raised his sword and took the initiative to attack the illusion!
As long as he doesn't listen, he will never be corrupted.
Robert Guilliman's battle returned to the beginning, fighting, observing, analyzing, fighting, changing, and every time the blood in his ears dried up, Guilliman would do the same to destroy his hearing.
According to common sense, since he has lost his hearing, he cannot hear any sound, so all the words of persuasion are useless. However, when his mind is not disturbed by the outside world, Guilliman believes that he will not waver.
If Guilliman "heard" those voices, then he was in an illusion, and Robert Guilliman would not be shaken.
He closed his mind and fought with all his Primarch instincts. He saw the slowly rising sea of blood, the crimson waves lapping against him -
But Roboute Guilliman would only follow the process he had originally set for himself, fight, observe, analyze, fight, change, he executed, and as much as possible avoided accumulating anger as the cycle went on.
In the end, he only remembered that he had to fight, observe, analyze, fight, and change - those distant, beautiful memories that had been distorted and exploited countless times were gone.
[Guilliman!]
Angron's roar exploded countless times, and Guilliman knew that his hearing had returned. He quickly stepped back, trying to destroy his hearing again.
A hand suddenly reached out and grasped Guilliman's hand.
Guilliman looked at Angron sharply—something was wrong?! In his calculations, 0.003 milliseconds was not enough for Angron to get close?!
There was a sound of broken bones in his hand, and Guilliman swung his sword quickly, but the sword flashed into nothingness. Angron stared at him and roared again.
[Guilliman, how did Hades teach you to identify Chaos? ! ]
Hades.
Guilliman's long-forgotten thoughts began to become active. He retrieved his memories and suddenly realized that there was only one person he knew who had never appeared in Guilliman's angry memories.
It's Hades.
Angron watched as Guilliman's attack slowed and grinned. He was right.
Hades is someone who will never appear in the illusion.
Those cowards are afraid to mention him, afraid to let people remember him, they hope that they, hope that humans will forget him.
But for those who knew Hades, it was too difficult to forget such a memorable person.
[…Who is Hades? ]
Guilliman spoke in a hoarse voice, staring at Angron in disbelief, slowing down his attacks.
Angron put down his axe and opened his hands as if trying something.
[You know him, Guilliman.]
There were flickering flames in his eyes, and Angron could feel the stabbing pain in his brain without leaving any trace. It seemed that he had not yet reached the "casual use of brain" period as Hades had instructed.
Angron wanted to try something, just as he had tried a tactical retreat.
He breathed deeply, sensing Robouti Guilliman's emotions.
Robert started thinking again. This was the instinct of the Lord of Macragge. His multi-threaded, complex thinking mode started up, and he began to recall the past in confusion. Who was Hades
Robert's instincts saved him.
As Guilliman focused on his memories instead of resisting his anger, Angron sensed Guilliman's emotions and began to pull him away from the sea of blood.
He succeeded.
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