In an instant, Guilliman's mind was filled with countless thoughts, and various scenes flashed quickly.
Each fragment of the picture showed him a bright and brilliant picture of the future.
In front of those who are about to achieve those unprecedented achievements.
The tiny victory at hand is not worth mentioning at all.
He will have hundreds of giant structures like the Colossus of Heavenly Punishment.
Commanding an unprecedentedly powerful army.
Complete the Indomitable Crusade with ease.
Let the flags of victory fill every corner of the galaxy.
His sculptures stand in every world.
Every citizen was talking about his achievements.
The soldiers loved him so deeply.
To die for the great Lord of Ultramar would be the highest honor for each of them.
Countless worlds, galaxies, and even star regions liberated by him were renamed after him.
The self-proclaimed noble ancient elves became his vassals, relying on humans to survive in the universe.
Many noble elves even became his servants.
Even Evelyn, the leader of the Death Army, is like this.
The arrogant undead are like wild dogs with their spines broken in front of humans.
There is no other choice but to hide here and there in a panic.
Even the Tyranids, the all-devouring Zerg, were like toys in front of him and were destroyed with ease.
Even the Hive Mind, which was powerful enough to threaten the Chaos Gods, was in a state of panic, fleeing from the glory of the great Primarch.
The mysterious subspace has become the back garden of mankind.
The powerful Chaos Gods, who claimed to be eternal, were hiding from place to place like stray dogs, in constant fear.
The soldiers' love for him was so deep that being able to die for him became the highest honor for everyone.
Countless worlds, galaxies and even star regions liberated by him will be renamed after him.
Sculptures in Guilliman's honor can be seen throughout the Imperium.
Even the Golden Throne of Terra will be vacant for him.
His father's legacy will not be enough to reward this great and wise Holy Primarch.
In the end, Guilliman looked beyond the galaxy.
He mobilized his unrivaled legion, conquered everywhere, and gained more galaxies.
Even through the veil of subspace, set your sights on other universes.
All things will bow down at his feet.
Whether it is the universe or the Creator, they will all submit to the feet of the true Lord of mankind.
Even immortal gods, eternal creatures, or indescribable ancient gods must kneel and swear allegiance to the Lord of Mankind.
He will overcome everything and achieve something greater than anyone could imagine.
Anna smiled at the sight of Guilliman.
It didn't look like her smile at all.
It was more like a more powerful will had taken control of this woman's body, and could see Guilliman's appearance through her eyes.
At the same time, excited shouts came from the depths of the warp.
"My brother, you are so arrogant, trying to be above everything. Unfortunately, you will never be able to do those things. From now on, you will become the plaything of the God of Pleasure and exist for his will."
As the laughter in the subspace became more and more triumphant, the smile on Anna's face became brighter and brighter.
But suddenly, the laughter in the subspace disappeared.
The smile on Anna's face froze.
There was a look of disbelief in her eyes.
Guilliman reached out and took off the Wreath of Glory, his eyes becoming clear.
"The stuff is well done, but it's a pity that it can't sway me. This is the result I will inevitably achieve, just like 1+1=2. It's inevitable. What kind of temptation is this?"
Guilliman slightly channeled the power in his body, and golden flames rose up, burning the wreath to ashes.
"How is this possible?!" Anna looked incredulous at this scene. She staggered back two steps, her eyes filled with fear.
"Demon?" Grand Master Wodais finally confirmed the confusion in his heart.
The Planetary Governor of Vitria has been corrupted by the Warp.
She became a beacon for demons and a beacon for those beings in the warp to enter the real universe.
He walked up and grabbed the other person.
When the Grey Knight's blessed gloves touched the opponent's body, a hissing sound was heard.
Anna, dressed in her luxurious robe, began to twist and deform.
The illusion that clouded perception was dispelled,
Anna's true self was revealed.
The original noble and graceful appearance has disappeared.
The inhuman appearance was chilling.
It was a hideous body covered with tentacles, scales, fangs and a tail.
Guilliman stared at the disgusting creature of Chaos, and a familiar whisper echoed in his mind.
The hissing sound was like the language of snakes and was only heard during the Battle of Thessara.
"Fulgrim," said Guilliman. "You have taken possession of this traitor's body?"
"Guilliman, I haven't seen you for ten thousand years. You have become more eloquent than ever before." Anna stuck out her long tongue and made a hissing sound. "It is easy to deceive these mortal bodies. As long as they have desires and pursuits in their hearts, they can be easily deceived and become puppet toys at my fingertips."
"However, I am surprised that you can get rid of the vanity brought by the Crown of Vanity."
Guilliman said expressionlessly, "Nothing is impossible. Your vision is too low. You are totally unable to think from the level of a top person like me."
"Your temptation is like a peasant imagining that giving the emperor a golden hoe would make him greedy and insane. After ten thousand years, your imagination is incredibly poor. Go find Angron and learn from him."
"No!! You just got lucky." Fulgrim shouted through Anna's body. Guilliman's arrogant attitude made him very unhappy. How could a defeated general dare to be so arrogant
He even mocked that his imagination was not as good as Angron's!!
It was too humiliating for him.
"This is just a small part of my countless plans. Unless you never enjoy the joy of victory, you will be eroded one day. I have countless time to wait and plan. I am immortal, but you are just a mortal after all."
"To be honest, I suggest you take the initiative. Otherwise, when I am strong enough to enter the warp, I will definitely go find your Fulgrim." Guilliman said with a smile, "I will chop off your head, step on your headless corpse, and then let the artist carve this scene and display it on Terra and your home planet, Chemos. Then everyone will appreciate my perfect fighting posture and your embarrassment and ugliness."
"As for your so-called glory erosion, it is so ridiculous in my eyes. As the most perfect existence in the empire and the next Lord of Humanity, the scenes I constructed are just things that are bound to happen. What kind of glory is this?"
"Only an incompetent person like you, a small character who craves attention, would care about glory to cover up his own incompetence. A truly strong person will only give glory to others."
Fulgrim was stunned by what Guilliman said.
What an arrogant statement.
How dare you claim that you are the most perfect being.
Describe yourself as a minor character.
"Who are you to call yourself perfect?" Fulgrim angrily accused.
"Because I am the only Primarch, I am the Emperor's most intelligent, most perfect and most outstanding Primarch," Guilliman said with a smile.
"Don't forget what happened in the Battle of Thessara. You were almost killed. Guilliman, you are the truly incompetent one."
Fulgrim's voice came from Anna's mouth.
Taunting Guilliman with something that happened ten thousand years ago.
Guilliman didn't care about it at all. He smiled and said, "I have deleted and revised that historical record."
"I can tell you how the new history records the Battle of Thessala. The despicable Fulgrim was knocked to the ground by Guilliman and was about to be executed. Fulgrim cried and begged for mercy, claiming that he was bewitched by the Chaos Gods and was jealous of Guilliman's perfection and nobility, so he committed a heinous crime."
"Guilliman was kindhearted. When he heard his former brother crying and begging, his anger disappeared and his heart softened. However, he did not expect that the other party was cheating. When Guilliman bent down to support him, he stabbed Guilliman with a sword and then fled in panic."
"Well, the new historical record is fairly close to the facts, right? I am the most perfect and outstanding Primarch of the Empire, and you, Fulgrim, are just a villain who was jealous of my perfection. You eventually defected from the Empire and I hunted you down all the way."
Guilliman looked at Fulgrim with a half-smile and said calmly.
Fulgrim looked into Anna's eyes and saw a hint of shock.
Can you still play like this?
Such blatant distortion of facts, praising oneself and devaluing others?
"No one will believe you," said Fulgrim.
"Who wouldn't believe me? I am the Primarch of the Empire, the most perfect son of the Emperor, and the most strategic being in the universe. The Empire is under my control, and I can do whatever I want. What I want is the truth of history. Who would object?"
Guilliman looked at Fulgrim. "Look at you. You have put in so much effort, but in the end you are neither human nor ghost, while I have become the most orthodox ruler of the Empire, holding the sole power of the galaxy."
Fulgrim wanted to mock Guilliman, but he was so angry that he trembled all over.
"After sleeping for ten thousand years, you have become so arrogant, Guilliman. Just wait, I will find you, and then the whole empire will see your true face." said Fulgrim.
"You should take a break." Guilliman said sarcastically, "You are no longer worthy of fighting me. The only one who can fight me is your master. This is a duel between masters. You are just a slave. What qualifications do you have to interfere?"
"You are looking for death!!" Fulgrim roared. How could a guy who was defeated by him and slept for ten thousand years have the right to say that he was a slave.
"Yes, I am seeking death. Unfortunately, you cannot kill me. Stay in your lair and wait for me to kill you, Fulgrim. I will summon the best sculptors in the empire to create a sculpture of you being killed by me on your home planet, Chemos, and then publicize my achievements. You are despicable."
"I will also post big-character posters and spread propaganda throughout the subspace and the real universe. When the time comes, I will label you as a despicable, cowardly and incompetent clown, and you will never be able to wash yourself clean."
Guilliman drew the Emperor's sword and smiled tauntingly.
When it comes to scolding people and getting angry, how can Guilliman, as the king of keyboards, be weaker than Fulgrim, the scumbag Primarch
Fulgrim had only brought disgrace upon himself.
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