Without the slightest hesitation.
The speed at which Guilliman drew his sword and stabbed the opponent could be described as decisive and ruthless.
It was as if the face before him was not that of the Emperor, but that of a vile demon.
The Emperor's Sword burst into light and pierced into the opponent's body with one sword.
The figure didn't even have time to react.
He just watched helplessly as he was stabbed with a sword.
"I am your father." The figure made a painful sound and twisted his body. "Why are you doing this?"
"There's no sin in trying it, right?"
Guilliman smiled, and the Emperor's sword in his hand began to burst into flames.
The figure screamed.
The surrounding scene changed with the figure's cry.
The earth was shaking and the sky was rumbling.
The surrounding scene was also shaking, as if a 9.9-magnitude earthquake had occurred in the subspace.
Amidst the shrill and painful screams, the figure revealed its original appearance.
In the golden flames, it transformed into an ugly and ferocious creature with red and enchanting lines all over its huge body, like a monster made up of ashes.
The monster was covered in cracks, and it emitted a bright red glow.
The thin man with deformed horns was wearing an ancient and fragmentary alien armor.
His face looked as if it was burnt, just like the most painful nightmare for those ignorant people.
The eyes that stared directly at Guilliman were lifeless, filled with extreme malice and hatred.
Its hands and feet are covered with gray scales, and it has a pair of huge gray wings behind it. Red lines are spread all over the surface of the wings, making them look like they were pieced together.
On that charred face, there was a huge and complex branding rune, like lava lines emitting a red glow, and the rune almost covered the entire face.
"It seems that I guessed right." Guilliman smiled, and the Emperor's Sword in his hand moved forward a little further, completely piercing the opponent's body.
The devil looked painful, with a look of disbelief in his eyes.
It is good at disguise and deception.
Deceived countless self-righteous wizards and kings.
But it turned out to be a failure here.
It had never imagined that Guilliman was so cruel that he would stab it with a sword as soon as they met.
Is this what is called a loyal primarch
The Emperor is your father after all
You should at least ask a few questions, or I'll kill you with a sword right away.
Do you and your son have any grudge against each other
Otherwise, how could the sword stab so smoothly
I'm afraid Horus couldn't stab as fast as you.
The demon screamed in pain, but Guilliman did not kill it outright.
What a waste of good supplies.
Guilliman withdrew the Emperor's Sword and placed it at the opponent's neck.
"Tell me your true name, demon, and swear to be my servant forever."
"Don't dream." The demon shouted, "Let me go, and you will gain the friendship of my people. Otherwise, you will be torn to pieces by my countless companions."
"Wrong answer." Guilliman reached out and grabbed one of the demon's horns, snapping it off with great force, causing it to scream in pain again. "I am not asking for your opinion, Unliving One. Submit to me, or die."
"You're dreaming." The devil was very stubborn.
Guilliman threw away the opponent's horn and reached out to grab the demon by the throat.
The servos of the Armor of Fate hummed continuously, allowing Guilliman to easily grasp the emaciated demon's scaly throat and slowly squeeze.
The demon was lifted up by his feet from the ground and vomited foul-smelling blood that emitted a black smell.
"No, demons are eternal. We will never die, and we will never submit to humans..."
The demon that was brought up spoke word for word, trying to resist Guilliman's enslavement.
Guilliman thrust his sword in, the Emperor's sword sinking into the demon's body.
This time, he poured in his own strength.
The golden sword made the demon look terrified, and it could feel unprecedented terror.
There is an extremely terrifying power contained in the sword.
Once that power is released, its demonic nature will be directly wiped out.
"Kneel down," said Guilliman, "or you will never live again in this world."
He felt the threat in Guilliman's tone, and the golden sword pierced into his body again.
"Respectful master."
It surrendered. The threat of death forced it to kneel before a human and beg for a chance to live.
Hearing this, Guilliman threw the man to the ground.
"May I have your name?"
"Malkid, sir, your humble servant asks for your forgiveness."
The demon crouched on the ground with its huge grey wings folded together.
"Take an oath, no survivor. Otherwise you will not survive this day." Guilliman put one foot on the other's head and said condescendingly.
March Kidd felt anger burning in his chest. He had been a demon for so long, but he had never been humiliated like this.
But when you live under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.
"I, your humble servant, Mark Kidd, will forever swear allegiance to the great Regent of the Imperium of Man, Lord Roboute Guilliman. If you violate this oath, you will forever fall into the abyss of evil and never be able to escape."
“Not a bad attitude.”
Guilliman smiled.
He removed his foot from the opponent's head and kicked him aside with an extremely bad attitude.
The Marche base was kicked into a daze, and then crawled back numbly.
“It’s a good performance.”
This time, Guilliman did not kick the opponent, but instead gave him a rare compliment.
Marche Kidd: ┭┮﹏┭┮.
Did I get the wrong script
Are all humans so cruel nowadays
He forced people to become slaves without saying a word, and beat the devil so arrogantly.
“I ask you, where does this road end?”
Guilliman turned and looked towards the end of the road.
At this time, countless barbed wire fences appeared in the wasteland on both sides of the road.
The barbed wire fence covered with iron hooks was filled with loyal followers.
Calgar, Azrael, Kawl, Penny and many more.
They twisted their blood-stained bodies and kept reaching out their hands, begging their master to save them.
Guilliman knew that these were illusions, meant to lure him off the path he was on.
Once you deviate from the path, the consequences will be unimaginable.
"It has no end." The demon whispered, "This road does not exist in reality, but is something metaphorical."
"So where does it lead to?"
"There are many places, such as the Pantheon, the battlefield of the gods, and those lost ancient divine realms, etc. There are countless places. You can even go to different worlds of the heavens."
Marche Kidd said respectfully.
Guilliman was silent for a moment, his brows slightly furrowed.
When talking with those black-robed men in the Stone Fortress, he learned that this universe has a road leading to other universes, of course, a small road.
The real roads, which were gateways for the migration of entire civilized races, have been closed or have lost maintenance, and have lost their original functions over a long period of time.
The only one that was still in working order was located on the eternal battlefield where the four gods fought each other to a bloody pulp.
As long as they control that place, they can expand their power unscrupulously and invade other worlds.
This portal on Mordor is very old. A race built this road before the planet was formed.
Guilliman guessed that it was a road built by the ancient races before the War of Civilizations.
Any civilization that is able to grow must have a sense of crisis.
After realizing that something was wrong, some of them chose to migrate, while others joined the battlefield.
When the war of civilizations ended, the remaining ancient saints began to clean up the mess, trying to use the webway to restore prosperity to the universe.
The ending is obvious, they failed in the end.
The ancient saints of this universe may have been exterminated.
I just don’t know if there are any ancient saints who have migrated to other universes.
"Why did the Emperor let me come here?"
Guilliman pondered what the Emperor had in mind for his visit.
To be honest, he was a little confused.
There is nothing here, only entities that are the embodiment of eternal malevolence.
Where is the secret of the Primarch hidden
I have no clue what to do and feel like it would be a waste of time to continue.
As for going to other universes, Guilliman is not in a hurry now.
After all, the reform has been promoted and the second phase of the knowledge base has been activated.
The secondary Primaris upgrade has also begun.
The advantage is on my side, and if anyone is to run away, it should be Abaddon.
"Confusion is the norm. The truth is not that easy to find."
Another voice sounded.
A man with bare, scarred feet and a skinny, old body wearing a robe that looked very tattered.
In his hand he held a nearly broken scepter.
The old man standing here looked like a candle burning in the wind.
His hair is gray and sparse, and age spots are clearly visible on his face.
He was gasping for breath every time he spoke, and people were worried that he would suddenly die while speaking.
There was no trace of childhood in the old man's eyes when he looked at Guilliman, but they radiated golden light.
"Who are you?" Guilliman looked the old man up and down, raised the Emperor's Sword in his hand, and asked as he walked towards him.
"You have seen me before, and I asked you to come here."
The old man also staggered towards Guilliman, stopping after each step and needing the help of the cane in his hand to move.
Mark Kidd, who was standing by, showed a look of horror when he saw the old man appear.
It lay on the ground, not daring to make a sound.
The breath of the curser is extremely terrifying.
One look at it makes me feel like I've swallowed it.
Guilliman thrust his sword.
The subspace is extremely strange and letting down your guard is tantamount to seeking death.
Being cautious is the only way to survive.
Marchajid's dark eyes widened at the sight of Guilliman's actions.
This guy is indeed a cruel and ruthless person.
He stabs everyone he sees first.
The Emperor's Sword pierced into the old man's body, but there was no reaction at all. Instead, it merged into one with him.
This was true even when Guilliman activated the force field on the sword.
It was as if the Emperor's Sword and this old man were originally one.
"Now, you have confirmed my identity," said the old man.
Guilliman looked him up and down. "I believe it a little. You asked me to come here to find the origin of the Primarch, but there is nothing here. The only thing I got was a demon servant."
As he spoke, Guilliman kicked Markkid, who was lying on the ground, without any regard for the other's dignity as a demon.
March Kidd was furious, and the bullying was too much.
Relying on having a good father, he does evil things in the subspace. What a shameless and despicable second generation.
"Come with me, and you will learn about the origin of the Primarch." The old man turned and continued to move forward, and Guilliman could only follow him.
"How much do you know about your own existence?" the old man asked as he hurried on his way.
"It is a mixture of the warp and real matter, with the characteristics of both reality and illusion. Those traitors said that you found the portal to the realm of the immortal gods in Morro, made various promises to them, and obtained the power of the gods. And you used this power and genetic technology to create the Primarch."
The old man's facial muscles twitched and he revealed an ugly smile.
"So what do you think it's like?"
"I don't know. I want to hear your story. Of course, I may not believe it. I'm just using it as another reference."
Guilliman was calm.
He only believes in himself.
There are so many lies in this world, and unconditionally trusting another party is undoubtedly the stupidest thing.
"They are not wrong. I made a promise and deceived them of their strength and knowledge." The old man admitted frankly.
"And you broke your promise?"
"I had no intention of complying. Horus knew part of the truth, but he did not tell him the whole truth. And I could not tell him the truth, otherwise the entire empire would collapse, and even the Primarch would give up in despair that was difficult to resist."
"What truth is there other than the truth you lied to the gods about? You can tell it all now, I don't care."
Guilliman looked at the old man and spoke in a light tone.
We are both time travelers, how can your truth still scare me?
My truth is the scariest one.
If I tell you that I’m a time traveler, it will probably scare you and the four vendors.
The old man who was walking forward turned his head and looked at Guilliman before continuing.
His voice was very weak, as if saying a word would cost a heavy price.
"Each Primarch possesses certain characteristics of human mythology. The Wolf of Fenris, the Silent Black Angel, you all have your own Warp essences. These essences are very special. Why do you think the gods have these things that are completely inconsistent with their characteristics?"
"How did it come from?" Guilliman asked puzzledly, "Is it the Warp? Or Chaos?"
"Nothing can be created out of nothing. Even the Warp needs the emotions of living things to form everything that is now. Not all forces are suitable for being shaped into Primarchs. Those Warp entities formed with the help of alien races cannot be used. Even if they can, the power they can exert will not be very great. For example, Valdor is the incarnation of the Yellow King. His Warp entity is more powerful than yours, but his power is far less powerful than yours. Only those beings who are bound to humans can use human genes to shape themselves and exert the strongest power."
"That is to say, the materials that created us originally belonged to humans themselves." Guilliman asked a key question, "You just took it back?"
"Yes, in the Warp, every race with a soul will form its own area. The gods of the Eldar, the gods of the Orcs, and so on. Before the Chaos Powers appeared in the Warp, every race had its own heaven and hell. They would form entities in the Warp to accommodate souls, constantly expanding the Warp realm, thus giving back to the race, allowing the race to slowly achieve spiritual evolution, transform into psykers, and constantly evolve into a more advanced race."
"When the Chaos Powers appeared, the balance was broken. They preyed on those Warp entities that were far less powerful than them and took the Warp realm into their own pockets. Those races also became their food and were constantly being preyed upon. In order to obtain more food, they even used wars and disasters to stimulate those races, making them even more radical and crazy, providing them with more food."
"Originally orderly evolution has turned into barbaric growth, which has brought endless chaos and disaster. The same is true for the fate of mankind. Any prayers and wars will ultimately point to those chaotic powers. The same is true for humans. Our universe is plagued by chaos, but we are not the first human civilization to encounter disasters. Many civilizations have been destroyed before us."
"Those traits were collected by the gods. They tried to use the things they looted from other human civilizations to negotiate a deal with me, but I agreed to their request and left, then they turned against me. Should I fulfill those deals? What they need is an agent to start a war in the universe so that our universe can be included in the realm of chaos as soon as possible. You are the best candidate, smart enough and powerful enough."
"Twenty primarchs are just twenty pawns. They acted very generously and said I can take half. They don't care about it. All they need is eternal war. The primarchs are a means, not their end."
When Guilliman heard this, he suddenly felt something familiar.
Isn't this just like globalization in the economic field, where the strong plunder the markets and resources of the weak, and leave a mess for the other side, while accusing the other side of the chaos caused by a lack of democracy and freedom, and vigorously advocating greater freedom, zero tariffs, breaking down national barriers, and allowing goods to be exchanged.
Without mentioning at all that he is full of fat, he should take on more responsibilities, transfer wealth and use it to improve the bottom class, further increase consumption and promote development.
The only thing they do is hope that there will be more freedom between countries, and preferably no restrictions at all.
Let the weak have more children to supplement cheap labor and provide market dumping grounds.
The Chaos Powers used their strength to open up the subspace realms of those weaker races, devour their shares, and keep that race in captivity, making them their cheap food and servants.
Just like capital, it keeps getting bigger and bigger. They don't care about the long-term development of those races.
"Mankind's ancient religions all have traces of my dominance. I tried to use the kindness of religion to guide mankind, but it always turned into war and killing. The fate of mankind was determined at the moment of birth. Either we don't rise, or we become cheap food and servants of the gods."
"I tried to change things, even planning the Great Crusade in the Middle Ages, hoping to use my prophetic ability to help humans escape this tragic future and dominate their own destiny. From your perspective, you might think that I shouldn't rush into the Webway project, thus giving Horus an opportunity to rebel. I could wait until the Great Crusade was over, conduct a comprehensive reform of the Empire, and then manage the Webway."
"But among the countless futures I can see, this is the only chance, the only chance for humanity to escape its fate of destruction. When the Chaos Powers were suppressed by the Warp Scream caused by the fall of the Eldar Empire, the Warp fell into peace. During this period, their control over humanity also plummeted. This is the only chance for humanity to be saved, and it is also the best time to build the Webway. Once they are allowed to recover, they will once again strengthen their control over humanity, and by then, there will be no chance of success. Originally, as long as humanity's plan succeeded and cut off humanity's connection with the Warp, the gods would no longer be able to be fed. When humans are strong enough, they will no longer have to worry about the threat of the Warp. They can control the Warp like that ancient race, expel those malicious Warp entities, and restore peace to all things in the Warp."
"When the Webway Project failed, it was inevitable that I would sit on the Golden Throne. It was not just about sealing the entrance to the Webway. If it was just about sealing the entrance, I could have led the Ten Thousand to kill the Webway demons. For me to sit on the Golden Throne, I needed someone to lead the human will to compete with the Chaos Powers in the Warp and prevent them from eating up the human domain in the Warp."
The old man's tone was full of helplessness and pain. His past failures put him under great pressure. Even talking to Guilliman would cost him a heavy price.
"The state religion is the backup plan for Malcador and I. When humans can no longer isolate themselves from Chaos, they must be prepared to compete with those guys. Facing the oppression of a powerful foreign enemy, even if it means that the people are plunged into ignorance, we must do everything we can to unite and face the outside world together. Just like those disgusting green-skinned orcs, giving up everything except war and fanatically launching an eternal war with their own gods is the last way to save their own race. Otherwise, everything will be assimilated by Chaos, and the chapter of humanity will end here."
"Were you also secretly promoting the madness and barbarity of the State Church?" asked Guilliman.
"Once some things are released, you can no longer control them. Faith is one of them." The old man said with a hint of frustration. He did not expect the state religion to be out of control.
He only wanted to use the state religion to unite the faith of mankind and use it as a force to fight against the gods.
However, no one would have expected that after thousands of years of development, the state religion's actions would become so crazy that it was about to turn the empire into hell.
"You may think that I should not have acquiesced to the rise of the state religion. In that case, mankind could continue to maintain rationality and science and keep developing. Perhaps after ten thousand years, mankind has developed to a level of technology that can solve chaos. That is just a dream. I will show you an example next. If the influence of chaos is not eradicated, civilization cannot develop and can only choose between destruction and madness."
The old man tapped the void in front of him with the scepter in his hand, and the endless road was condensed.
The incomparable darkness condensed again, submerging Guilliman.
When the light broke through the darkness again, he stood in the void.
There was a faint light in front of him.
When he leaned his mind into the dim light, he saw a horrifying scene.
The light of the galaxy became dim, as if shrouded in a layer of fog.
The rotten stars hung in the cold void, like hollowed-out apples, with their tentacles dancing wildly in the hollows.
The scorching stars also underwent strange changes, becoming extremely scarlet and emitting light as if they were bleeding.
Ships covered in flesh and scavengers floated in the void, drifting aimlessly.
There were a lot of starships, and they were densely packed together.
It can be seen that this is the ruins of a highly developed civilization that has reached the interstellar age.
The ships looked identical to those of the Empire.
The souls within them howl in endless pain.
The stars are decaying, everything is twisted, and everything exudes a horrible aura of despair and death.
"Where is this place?" Guilliman asked subconsciously.
"Another universe." The old man and Guilliman stood side by side in the void. "I pulled you into this universe that has long been polluted by Chaos and has been taken into the amusement park of the gods. Don't think that it has nothing to do with you. If you fail, this is our future, the tip of the iceberg of the doomsday scene of the Empire. The galaxy will be swallowed by the warp, and everything will be distorted under the gaze of the gods and become their playthings. I have seen everything before, and at that time, the fear in my heart almost overwhelmed me."
"I will never allow the world I protect to become like this, even if it costs me the heaviest price. Keep watching, and you will see more, Guilliman. You will understand why you must succeed. If you fail, the fate of mankind will be extremely terrible."
The scene in front of him continued to change, and Guilliman was brought to the surface of a planet.
Everything here made him feel cold.
A decaying city, overgrown with rotting moss and fleshy vines, appeared on the horizon.
The city reeked of stench, was full of potholes of green slime, and was filled with wriggling mud and all kinds of worms.
The air was thick with smoke and filled with the buzzing of flies.
The swollen plants oozed a disgusting, smelly pus.
This is a world that has been thoroughly corrupted, much like the demon planet in the Eye of Terror.
"The entire universe has become like this?" Guilliman looked at the old man beside him.
"No, this universe is divided up, and the gods have different territories. Some are full of wars, some are full of plagues, and so on. The only thing they have in common is that these worlds have turned into hell. Keep watching, and you will see those guys who once shouted for freedom and reason until their death, and you will understand that everything I have done has been quite restrained."
Scene change.
Guilliman stood in a square covered with flesh thorns and filled with dense, dark green flies.
The remaining metal signboards have been corroded, and the broken sculptures in the square are all covered with fungi.
The buzzing sound of the flies swarming together was deafening.
In the square, the residents were covered with pus-filled sores and rotting flesh, and maggots were crawling in their rotten and festering wounds.
An old man with swollen glands and a disgusting fungus growing on his head was standing on a high platform, howling prayers to God.
Others also raised their hands and made howling sounds.
When they shouted, some green flies would drop down and crawl into their open mouths.
Those who climbed in were extremely excited, as if they had received some kind of grace.
Guilliman felt sick and nauseous as he watched these people's actions.
Compared with these, the madness of the state religion is still understandable.
"They were once a very powerful civilization, with science and technology at the peak of their development, and they advocated democracy and freedom. Even when the crisis broke out, their leaders still shouted that freedom was inviolable, and without freedom, there would be no meaning in survival. So they became like this, forever enslaved, becoming the cheapest food, the embryos of those demons."
The old man standing next to Guilliman said in a sad tone.
"In the face of the gods' endless malice, humanity's kindness, bravery, justice, and freedom are meaningless. The only goal is survival. If you fail, the scene before your eyes will be played out in the future. Humanity will fall into an abyss of no return, and the Milky Way will become a paradise for the gods. You cannot fail, Thirteen."
"No one can guarantee success," Guilliman whispered. "The Powers of Chaos are so powerful that I cannot make any promises."
The old man became even more distressed at hearing Guilliman's reply, and he knew it was true.
He possesses the power of prophecy and immortality, can see the future, and can be resurrected infinitely.
He also possesses power that is unimaginable to the ordinary people, and can easily enter and exit the warp and negotiate with the gods.
Even if it were placed in a novel, this would be a naked template for the protagonist.
But in his fight against the gods, he suffered disastrous defeats all the way.
Even forced to sit on the Golden Throne.
What hope did Guilliman have of defeating these Chaos Powers
"I want to know how to awaken Number One, the Lord of the First Legion, Ryan." Guilliman looked at the old man and asked the question he wanted to know the most. "With only a small force, there is no way to win the final victory of this war."
"Because of the time tunnel, someone brought him from ten thousand years ago to this time. The correction power of time and space would cause him to collapse. For this reason, he has been sleeping in a stasis field and protected by those so-called watchers."
"The flesh and blood body cannot withstand the power of time and space correction, and the genetic sequence will collapse as a result. However, the subspace does not follow the time laws of reality. Send him to the subspace, wake him up, and then summon him into the real universe like a demon. That's all."
As the creator of the Primarch, the Emperor obviously had anticipated Ryan's situation.
He offered Guilliman a solution.
"What about the other Primarchs? How can I call them back?"
"You can only come one by one. Their situations are different. I will give you appropriate hints. In the real universe, many things can only be done by yourself. There is not much I can do. Human emotions and beliefs are like a mountain oppressing me. My consciousness is exhausted just by restraining this power."
The old man walked closer to Guilliman, and the scene around them slowly disappeared.
Those believers who were madly worshipping the God of Plague disappeared in an instant.
They were back on that endless road.
The demon Mark Kidd was still lying prone on the ground.
It seemed as if they had never left.
"Can you travel across different universes?" Guilliman was a little curious. How terrifying must the Emperor's power be to be able to carry him through those strange roads in the Warp so easily to here!
In novels, they are always regarded as the emperors and god kings who can collapse the world with a flick of their fingers and suppress the galaxies with their fists.
It just looks a bit lame.
At this point, it seemed awkward to hold up the body of an old man who was about to die.
"No, crossing different universes will encounter greater resistance than you think. Just like when those demons enter the real universe, they can be easily expelled from the real universe. The reason why I can bring you into this universe is because this universe has been completely corrupted by the power of chaos. Just like the appearance of the Great Rift, which allows demons to easily appear in the real universe. My power can be easily projected into this universe, and I can easily bring you in."
"The Four Gods and I can only continue to use our influence to encourage believers to continuously strengthen their sacrifices, so that we will have the opportunity to descend to other real universes."
"Your mission has come to an end, Thirteen. Go back. Remember your mission. No matter what the cost, you must not fail. Otherwise, humanity will be doomed. The disasters you have seen are only a small part of the corrupted universe. There are more crises."
The golden light in the old man's eyes became brighter and brighter, and his aura became more sacred and powerful.
Obviously, the old man can no longer maintain this image.
The power of human faith is a double-edged sword. While it allows her to be powerful enough to protect humanity, it also makes her unable to control this extremely terrifying power.
"Is there any way to travel to another universe?" Guilliman asked at the last chance.
Seeing the golden old man staring at him, Guilliman added awkwardly, "The Four Gods are so powerful, we must be prepared to escape, no, be prepared to make a strategic shift."
"This road leads to other universes. It is the road used by ancient races for refuge. But I want to warn you, this road is full of dangers. More importantly, the universe you can enter may have been torn apart by the gods, and it is as dangerous as the universe we are in."
The old man pointed a finger emitting golden light on Guilliman's forehead, and a mysterious and strange picture appeared in his mind.
"This is a coordinate. I got this coordinate when I tried to exert my influence on other universes. If you really want to know more about other universes, you can use this coordinate to go to that universe. The gods have already torn a hole there, and their slaves and mortal legions are fighting to plunder more food for them, preparing to turn it into another paradise of suffering."
"When you witness the chaos of that universe yourself, you will find that everything I said is not a lie. The influence of chaos is much more terrible than you can imagine."
Guilliman marked the coordinates.
He would send someone to check that cosmic coordinate to see if the situation was really as the Emperor said.
The more he understood, the more fearful Guilliman became of the threat of Chaos.
It feels like the roots of chaos have penetrated into the world of the universe, and their universe is definitely not the only world plagued by chaos.
The situation in many universes is probably worse than that of the human empire.
Answered the last question.
The old man turned into golden light and dissipated in front of Guilliman.
Being able to talk to him for such a long time is already the emperor's limit.
But Guilliman knew most of what he wanted to know.
He looked out at the end of the road for the last time. If he kept moving forward, he might encounter another universe.
Migrate to other planets, other countries have fallen behind.
What is popular now is to migrate to other universes.
Guilliman withdrew his gaze and kicked Mark Kidd away again.
"Go collect more intelligence for me, and search for roads that lead to other universes. Don't play any tricks. If you don't have any information or intelligence when I summon you, don't blame me for being rude."
Guilliman told Marchajid that he knew his true name and forced him to swear an oath using his demonic essence.
Such an oath carries a mysterious power that allows Guilliman to use rituals to summon the unfortunate creature at will in the real universe.
After teaching Mark Kidd a lesson, Guilliman turned around and walked back.
He has got what he wanted, it's time to leave here and return to the real universe.
Mark Kidd lay on the ground, confirmed that Guilliman's figure disappeared at the end of the road, and immediately ran in the opposite direction.
If you still want to enslave it, you’re dreaming.
So what if I know your real name!
The vastness of the subspace is unimaginable.
The role of rituals is limited.
As long as you run far enough, the opponent won't be able to catch you even if they use the ritual.
"One day, I will eat your soul into my stomach."
Mark Kidd cursed angrily as he fled deeper into the warp.
Dive headfirst into the end of that road, escape from this area, and escape to other universes.
That damn human regent will never be able to enslave it in his lifetime.
Guilliman was unaware of this and was walking back.
The sounds in his ears became louder and louder, with noisy howling and roaring laughter echoing in his ears.
Those branches frequently appeared in front of him, trying to seduce him into taking a different path.
In particular, the four branch roads leading to the Brass Fortress, the Crystal Labyrinth, the Rotten Garden, and the Castle of Pleasure once encroached on Guilliman's main road, forcing him to stop and look at the road carefully before moving forward.
After walking for a long time, Guilliman felt the darkness enveloping him again.
This is a unique manifestation of the portal, a special black fog formed at the junction of the virtual and the real.
Guilliman walked to where he had started from, just as he was about to pass through the invisible portal.
He turned his back to the black fog and raised his middle finger.
"One day, I will come back here, but I will bring troops and warships to destroy your disgusting nest. Remember my words, this is a prophecy and a declaration. One day, the Thirteenth Son will kill God."
Having said this, Guilliman stepped inside and disappeared.
The Warp echoes with the endless angry howls of the gods.
A despicable mortal, a small ant like a sand, could be so arrogant.
Even more so than his father.
Since you dare to talk about killing gods.