Hidden in darkness, silent.
The Night Haunter's most successful tactic is to wait until the prey relaxes or reveals a flaw and then kill it with one blow.
Only a few could escape Curze's sneak attack.
The lion happens to be one of those people.
He reacted immediately.
The activated sword in his hand blocked the claws' attack trajectory, blocking the opponent's attack.
The sharp claws collided with the sword, making a sound of metal.
The arcs of the fission force field intertwined with each other, making a sizzling sound, and then a strong shock wave erupted, raising smoke and dust around it and extinguishing the flames.
Koz's nightmarish face appeared in front of Ryan, looking haggard.
His dry black hair was messy, unkempt, and smelled burnt. It looked like he had suffered a lot in the bombing just now, and even his hair was burnt.
In addition, his pale skin was tightly attached to his muscles and stretched over his protruding frame, with no sense of fullness at all.
The completely dark eyes revealed a unique cruelty and hatred, just like the hatred of the evil spirits in hell for the living.
His thin lips lifted up, revealing a smile that only a madman could have.
The long and thin teeth and dry gums add a sense of horror.
The lizard-like tongue reflects off the yellowed fangs, which is chilling.
"Long time no see, brother." Curze's voice was like that of a ghost, cold and poisonous, coming from the depths of hell, chilling the blood of mortals and filling the Primarch's heart with disgust.
"You are not my brother." Ryan roared like a lion, and with a sudden force of the long sword in his hand, he forced him back. "Now is the time for reckoning, Koz."
"Hahaha, liquidation? Liquidation of the corpse sitting on the throne? Or liquidation of the madness of the past? You want to fight against the gods, and our father is also one of the gods, do you want to kill him? Become the new Horus?" There was a terrible madness hidden in Curze's voice, with mockery and sarcasm.
Koz's attacks were like ghosts, and no one could guess where the next blow would come from.
Ryan blocked one of Curze's blows, but the other side was exposed and a flaw appeared.
It was very insignificant, but for the Primarch, such a flaw was enough.
The Night Haunter strikes without hesitation, biting its foe like a venomous snake.
The right claw, flashing with cold light, pierced into the gap between Ryan's shoulder armor and neck guard, biting into his flesh.
Pain spread from Lai En's shoulder, but his expression did not change at all, as if that was not his own body.
He seized the opportunity and punched Coze in the face.
The Midnight Haunter was knocked back by the huge force, and blood flowed from his nostrils.
Curze screamed, arched his back, and fled into the darkness like a wild animal.
Ryan stared at the damaged shoulder armor.
The built-in nano-repair is restoring the armor to its original state.
The original body's super function can quickly repair the wound, and the high coagulation factor can stop the wound in one breath.
The flesh and blood squirmed, and the wound healed in a moment.
It gives people the illusion that the wound has never occurred.
The armor was also repaired and is as smooth as new.
Ryan smiled.
Guilliman advanced technology to the point where it resembled humanity's former golden age.
This set of armor and the enhanced flesh and blood are the best proof.
With these, he has become invincible.
There was no way Coates could beat him.
"Koz, you are still so pathetic." Ryan stared into the deep darkness, looking for the other person's figure.
He knew that this was the ability of the Midnight Haunter, which allowed Curze to hide in the darkness and reduce his presence.
Such abilities come from that part of the subspace, and even the laws of reality can be deceived by Curze.
Ryan held a long sword in hand, his ears searching for the slightest sound, his eyes scanning the ruins covered in shadows.
The armor was turned on to maximum power, trying to penetrate this unnatural darkness.
Even the slightest heartbeat of the other person could be detected by him.
"How ridiculous the fate you once insisted on was, succumbing to those broken fragments like a weak coward, claiming to have received guidance for the future."
Ryan provoked Midnight Haunter with words, trying to make him reveal his flaws.
Koz's voice came from the darkness.
It is so illusory that it is impossible to confirm his true location.
"You think you have broken free from fate, but have you ever thought that what you do is also controlled by fate? Even your resistance is just a part of a puppet show, dancing on the thread of fate controlled by others. Are the dark gods really the most terrifying? Lion, in the depths of the vast starry sky, at the end of the distant time and space, humans are not worth mentioning, and our resistance is not worth mentioning either."
"That is a manifestation of your weakness and incompetence." Ryan walked on the ruins, his footsteps echoing with the crushed stones. "I learned the truth from those ancient survivors. I know how insignificant humans are, and I also know what the future of civilization holds. That is the meaning of fighting. The brave ones break through obstacles and allow civilization to move forward."
"Words of self-comfort. Humans can't change anything."
Curze was like a monster made of darkness and air.
An empty place with nothing.
In the blink of an eye, he appeared.
The sharp claws grabbed the lion's chest.
The faint light from a distant fire illuminated that perfect yet corrupt face.
Ryan activated the armor's built-in energy shield, deflecting Koz's attack, and stabbed the opponent's chest with the sword in his hand.
Peng!
The sword blade did not give the realistic feeling of piercing flesh.
Koz disappeared again in front of Ryan.
What a loach!
Ryan frowned. How could Koz escape so well
Ryan did not feel lost at all, as Midnight Haunter's ability to escape was the strongest among all the Primarchs.
Lurking and assassination are Koz's most proud methods.
"Activate the cage and start a full-channel search. When he appears again, deprive him of his abilities." Ryan used his neural connected thinking to send information to the battleship, asking the technicians to assist him.
This is never a one-man show.
Ryan wouldn't be that stupid.
His duty was to capture Curze, not to seek any honor duel.
After giving the order, Ryan held his breath, walked among the ruins, and used his keen senses to search for Koz.
This moment was very familiar to Ryan, as if he had returned to the era of Caliban.
Still a knight, he hunts those terrifying creatures in the forest.
Many people do not know how to find the remaining traces of all things.
As a hunter, Lai En is very familiar with this.
Nothing is without a trace.
Just because mortals can't see it doesn't mean it doesn't exist.
The disturbance of time, the mixing of breaths, and the subtle distortion of the structure of space are all traces of the existence of all things.
The universe recorded it and hid it against the backdrop of the starry sky, like a record from ancient times.
In ancient times, human technology was not yet developed.
In order to preserve the sound, they invented an old-fashioned phonograph that used the vibration principle of sound to leave scratches on smooth objects, and then reused the scratches to play the sound.
The universe is like a big record, and everything and everything will leave its mark on it.
If you can master certain methods, you will be able to see what happened in the past.
Ryan's heart moved, and then he picked up the grenade launcher at his waist and shot at the ruins.
The huge power of the bomb caused rubble to fly everywhere, making a mess on the ground.
Koz rushed out in a panic, but fled into the darkness under Ryan's hacking.
"You have no way to escape." Ryan said, "Koz, your little tricks can't fool me."
During the chase and hunting, the two sides entered an abandoned temple.
The collapsed stone pillar hit the altar, breaking a corner of it.
The walls that still stand are painted with terrifying murals of deathly skulls, fanged monsters, and winged demons.
Ryan keenly sensed a hint of the breath of the subspace.
This place was once used to worship evil gods.
“Do you feel it
Breath of the gods, admit it, Lai En, your efforts are useless. When order collapses, when civilization is broken, those guys will immediately throw themselves into the arms of the gods. Humanity is beyond salvation. Darkness lurks in the heart of every individual, just waiting for the right time to break out. "
Ryan tries to locate Coates.
The surging Warp currents interfered with his hunting, making it difficult to find any traces left by Curze.
"The greatest enemy of mankind has never been the gods, but themselves. Guilliman thought he had saved this race, but he soon discovered with dismay that those officials who shouted loyalty were corrupt, and the brave warriors became arrogant and arrogant. The obedient people were no longer satisfied with what he gave, but demanded more. He would find that everything he did was meaningless, and that people were like hungry gluttons who would never be satisfied."
"You talk too much nonsense." Ryan locked onto Coze's location once again. He fired in that direction and rushed over with his sword raised.
The explosive bomb forced Curze out, and the sword blade was as fast as lightning, heading straight for the traitor's vital point.
Koz dodged the attack of the explosive bomb in a panic and used the sharp claws in his hands to block Ryan's attack, but Ryan soon found his weakness and kicked him down.
The Night Haunter tried to escape again, into the darkness.
This time, he failed.
Koz looked surprised. He didn't know why his ability was ineffective.
He looked around and found that since some time ago, several pillars of light had been standing in the area where he and Ryan had fought.
His ability failed and he could no longer hide in the darkness.
"The game of hide-and-seek is over, Koz." Ryan knocked Koz down and stabbed down with the sword in his hand. Under the resistance of Koz's claws, he pressed down inch by inch, and finally pierced his left forearm, nailing him to the ground.
With a sickening sound of flesh tearing and armor cracking, Curze dropped his arm.
He used his only remaining claw to stab Ryan's throat.
Lai En dropped the sword in his hand, dodged his attack, controlled his arm, and threw him to the ground.
A dagger appeared in the lion's hand, and he stabbed it into Curze's other hand, pinning him to the ground again.
Then he straddled the other person and punched Midnight Haunter in the face.
One punch, two punches, three punches.
With each punch, Ryan put all his strength into striking that depraved, disgusting face.
They inherited the noble genes of the same person and have perfect, noble faces.
They should be brothers who support each other.
But now, Ryan only felt disgust and pity for Koze.
This pathetic lunatic.
"This is what I've always wanted to do. You betrayed us, screwed up everything, killed Ferrus, and tried to kill Vulkan, me, Guilliman, and Sanguinius."
By the time Koze was reduced to a bloody mass, his fangs lay broken.
Lai En just stood up.
He retrieved his sword and placed the tip of it at Curze's throat.
"You can kill me." Coze said unclearly, "End it all."
Lai En stepped on his breastplate again, causing the thick breastplate to dent.
"I don't need you to teach me what to do. Know who you are, Curze. You are a traitor and a waste. You are destined to spend your life in prison, and you will witness things you thought were impossible become reality. Put away your arrogance. Those mortals have countless weaknesses that the Warp likes, but they also have virtues that the gods hate."
"Arrogance destroyed you, and also destroyed everything we have worked for. Those mortals are the most powerful, they are stronger than us. When this universe fell into darkness and there was no light, even when we were in despair, they still tried to live and chose to fight."
You can mock their ignorance and foolishness, but you cannot deny their strength. They are so resilient that even the gods cannot defeat the resilient of humans with their might. In the face of unimaginable suffering, they will choose to persevere, cling to their companions and loved ones, and bear the unbearable weight of life. They will draw their weapons against the enemy, even if they know they will die, they will never hesitate. "
"You are the most pathetic one, Koze. Those weak men and women are not like you. They have the power of demigods but are so weak that they kneel at the feet of those monsters and succumb to the so-called fate. Koze, you are a tragedy. Your tragedy comes from your cowardice. You are more cowardly than a mortal. You dare not draw your sword against those seemingly powerful enemies. You can only weakly bully those ignorant and weak people, create fear in them, and create a feeling of being powerful."
"You have become sentimental. Emotion is a weakness." Koz opened his bloody eyes filled with hatred. He broke free from the dagger, jumped up, and stabbed the lion's body while enduring the pain.
Ryan grabbed Coz with both hands and smashed him to the ground, shattering the marble with the heavy impact.
Koz climbed up again, like a cockroach, got on all fours, and attacked like a wild beast.
But he could not shake the lion, and was grabbed by the powerful arms again, lifted into the air, and smashed to the ground again like a toy, with gravel flying everywhere and the sound echoing throughout the ruins.
Ryan dragged him again and threw him out, throwing him onto the base of the boulders, breaking them into pieces.
Koz was dying, but he still wanted to stand up.
When Ryan walked up to him, Koz showed an ugly smile, as if he was unwilling to admit his mistake.
This action angered the lion.
He lifted it up again, grasped it by the throat with one hand, and with the other grabbed his foot, then slammed it down on his knee.
The armor cracked like bamboo, and the primarch's spine was broken alive.
The sound of breaking echoed throughout the battlefield.
Koze made a sound of pain and lay on the ground groaning like a wild dog with broken bones.
Lai En looked at his rebellious brother who was almost dying after being beaten by him.
Called the ship's gunboat.
A moment later, the sound of engines echoed through the flaming ruins.
A cage built for the Primarch was brought down by the gunboat.
"You will be sent back to Terra, Curze, to be imprisoned at the feet of your father's statue, but you will never be spared or forgiven."
Koz couldn't say anything.
The pain of his shattered body still made him scream and groan.
Ryan stuffed it into the cage and watched the mechanical priests activate various force fields one by one to bind it tightly.
The cage was transported back to the warship in low Earth orbit.
Ryan asked some imperial troops to stay behind to maintain order after capturing Curze.
The nobles thought the nightmare was over.
However, the subsequent reforms and purges led them into an even more terrifying abyss.
Ryan didn't care about this. He summoned a fleet and prepared to return to Terra with the traitor Curze.
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Prospero's Crystal Palace.
The wizard and the summoned demons stood in front of the huge throne.
The huge machines built by the Dark Mechanicus made a rumbling sound, shaking the wasteland of Prospero.
It runs smoothly under the maintenance of dark mechanical believers who are immersed in dark knowledge.
Extracting the souls of those psychics and converting them into the energy needed for the Nine-Layered Pagoda Ritual.
A powerful pulse of psychic energy emanated from the entire Prospero system, shocking the entire galaxy.
The soul projection of human beings in the warp is ignited by the psychic pulse like a torch, emitting bright light.
Countless demons howled, looking forward to the climax of the ceremony.
Humanity will truly be integrated into the warp.
It will be an unimaginable feast.
But at this moment, Magnus in front of the throne did not have a good expression.
He stared at the many wizards and demons in front of him and let out a series of roars.
The angry voice shook the whole Prospero, and the magical torrents became chaotic. All kinds of witchcraft were suppressed by his will and could not be performed.
Magnus's rage made the wizards and demons tremble.
No one dared to offend the Scarlet King.
I dare not refute anything the other party says at this time.
Otherwise, they will see what the resistance of ants looks like.
Magnus could destroy them easily, and it wouldn't take much more effort than destroying an ant.
Even if one possesses powerful psychic powers, it is useless in front of Magnus.
"Ahriman, you waste." Magnus moved his huge body, his blue wings waving behind him, his voice filled with extreme anger, and every word shook the ears of wizards and demons like thunder, making them look painful.
Ahriman, who was resurrected by Magnus' power, looked even paler.
The powerful wizard knelt on one knee before the throne, not daring to defend himself, allowing the Scarlet King to vent his anger.
He was beheaded by Dante.
Souls were also banished to the Warp.
Carlos, the fate weaver, was more unlucky.
He is dead.
He is truly dead and cannot be resurrected with the help of the subspace.
Sanguinius's arcane spear destroyed his demonic nature.
Unless the Lord of Change pays the price, Carlos will never return.
Ahriman did not recognize himself as a subordinate of Tzeentch, and believed that he was independent and free.
However, this did not prevent him from being chosen by Tzeentch.
As long as the pure essence is not shattered, you can come back to life.
After venting his anger, Magnus sat back heavily on the throne, his expression gloomy and his eyes extremely cold.
"How can you justify yourself, Ahriman? You have committed such terrible crimes, yet you have achieved nothing."
A bitter feeling emerged in Ahriman's heart.
He lowered his head, not daring to look the one-eyed giant in the eye.
"Everything was under control. Dante was tied up and lost his weapon. He was only one step away from being executed. But at that time, Sanguinius appeared."
"This reason cannot clear you of your incompetence, Ahriman. You have betrayed my trust." The Daemon Primarch said in the ancient language of Prospero. "You should have stopped the powerful enemy for me, but now, you want me to waste my strength to save you."
Magnus had not wanted to waste his strength saving Ahriman.
He hasn’t forgiven Ahriman for the Scarlet Letter incident yet!
Now you are doing things so poorly.
This chief think tank is really out of sight, out of mind.
But facing the siege of the three armies of the empire, Magnus also knew that he needed to unite every force to have a chance to fight back.
“I beg your forgiveness, my lord,” Ahriman said respectfully, bowing his head.
"There is no forgiveness. You must take responsibility for your mistakes. Ahriman, you have one last chance. If you fail to perform to my satisfaction in the next war, you will suffer. This psychic siphoning machine may need an individual with powerful psychic energy to satisfy its hunger."
Magnus' words sent a tinge of fear into Ahriman's heart.
The psionic siphon used in the Nine-Layered Pagoda ritual can extract the soul from a living organism and use it as the equivalent of leveraging the power of the Warp.
It's just that this process is not a good thing for those who are chosen to become fuel.
It can be seen from those unfortunate guys whose faces are distorted with pain and who are screaming all the time.
The more powerful you are, the more terrible the suffering you will endure from this soul siphon.
Ahriman must fight for himself.
He didn't doubt that Magnus would actually do that.
To be honest, he couldn't afford the consequences.
After teaching his failed offspring a lesson, Magnus turned his attention to the current predicament.
Sanguinius's appearance caught him by surprise.
Considering the opponent's performance in the Battle of Terra, Magnus rarely put away his arrogance.
He knew very well that he had no guarantee of victory.
The Ever-changing Realm was also invaded by the Emperor at this time.
A large number of cursed warriors, led by living saints, invaded the Crystal Plains.
The battle between the two sides was extremely fierce.
Now that he has lost Carlos, the Fate Weaver, the support he can get from the Ever-changing Realm is much less.
Some demons expressed their willingness to continue supporting Magnus' plan.
If the Nine-Layered Pagoda ritual is successful, all humans will be transformed into psychics.
Just think about how grand this is.
Humans will become a race controlled by the Lord of Change.
Make the ever-changing field far surpass the other three fields.
Such fruitful results are enough to allow the demons involved to be promoted and appreciated.
The huge benefits are the key to their persistence.
Magnus was quite proud of this, as he had been planning this for a long time.
It took a lot of effort to build the nine-layer crystal tower in the warp and attract enough psykers to Prospero to feed the huge psionic siphon machine.
The nine-story pagoda has been arranged at each node.
It can be said that we are only one step away from final success.
Only now, the Empire's offensive was more aggressive, adding countless variables.
Be prepared to evacuate in advance.
If the Nine-story Tower plan failed, Magnus would definitely abandon the plan without hesitation and choose to leave.
He knew well what Sanguinius was here for.
It was definitely under the instruction of that bastard Guilliman that he wanted to capture him and bring him back to Terra.
Magnus's face darkened as he thought of Guilliman.
The name reminded him of the humiliation he had suffered on Pharos.
The scars caused by that incident have not been repaired until now, but have been covered up by him using illusions and armor.
If you peel off his armor, you can see the shocking charred wounds.
The power of the Emperor was contained in it, and those charred wounds gave him a burning pain at all times.
No matter how powerful his witchcraft was, it was of no avail.
Those wounds were like a blessing from the gods, and would not fade away unless the gods died.
There is only one way to heal these wounds, and that is the death of the Emperor, otherwise there will be no relief.
Magnus pondered for a long time before looking up at his men.
"The Empire's offensive is fierce, and the Dark Angels are marching directly to Prospero. They will arrive soon. But the Nine-Layered Tower Ceremony will take more time to complete." The one-eyed man scanned the crowd, and his majesty made everyone bow their heads, not daring to look directly at him. "You must hold on long enough, otherwise we will fail."
"But the Empire is too powerful. How can we stop it?" Wizard Sharo stood up. "Their orbital bombardment alone is enough to drag us into the abyss of destruction."
Magnus nodded. This was indeed a problem.
"The only solution now is to temporarily send Prospero and the Wizard Star into the rift between the subspace and the real universe. The rift is between reality and nothingness, and their warships will be useless. You can set up mazes and illusions on each crystal tower to delay them. What we pursue is not victory, nor expelling them, but the success of the Nine-Layered Tower Ritual."
"As long as the ritual succeeds, it won't matter even if Wizard Star and Prospero fall into the hands of the Empire, because everything has been predetermined. They have achieved a temporary victory, but we have achieved eternal fruit."
Many wizards looked at each other, and the demons surrounded by elemental forces all nodded.
In order for the Lord of Change to control the entire galaxy.
They have only one way to go: success.
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The Stone Fortress.
Azriel, Boris, Ezekiel and others gathered in the strategic meeting room.
There is no furniture of any kind, and the walls, floors, and ceilings are made of black bedrock.
The only exception may be the gate made of steel pine wood.
It was the tallest tree that grew on ancient Caliban, and it was as hard as steel.
After the destruction of Caliban, these trees were gone, and even the species had long been destroyed in the war of the past.
Faint light was scattered from the brazier placed in the strategic meeting room.
The dim light of the holocron flickered in the center of the hall.
The virtual world is suspended on a cold track.
The data of Prospero and Wizard Star flows within their respective areas.
The Dark Angels gathered the existing data together to analyze and judge the entire battle situation.
"We were deceived." Azrael spoke first, "Another deception. The fallen angels used false information to lure us here."
"They are very cunning, otherwise they would have been annihilated by us long ago." Boris said, "But no matter what, we have to complete this mission. Magnus's conspiracy has been exposed. This damn madman wants to sacrifice all of humanity to his master."
"We can all feel the great darkness shrouding Prospero. Human souls are being lit up, and they will pave the way for the invasion of demons. If we can't get rid of him in time, then humanity may face an unprecedented disaster." Ezekiel also said: "Those demons will follow those souls into every human world, causing endless killings, and allowing the subspace to further erode the galaxy."
As Ezekiel spoke, Azriel’s expression became serious.
The main purpose of his trip was to capture the Fallen Angels and Lord Cypher who was rumored to appear here.
But now, based on the information he had learned, Azriel knew very well that his oath would have to be postponed.
They have to deal with Magnus first.
Otherwise, Magnus will poison all of humanity.
This fool created Magnus's folly ten thousand years ago, destroying the salvation of mankind.
Now, he has created the same crisis.
"They hid the Wizard Star and Prospero in the rift space." Azrael slid his finger, and the holographic projection in front of him zoomed in on Prospero and the Wizard Star. "We have no way to use teleportation technology to enter the rift, nor do we have any way to conduct orbital bombardment on it."
"We can first conduct an airborne operation, using a drop capsule to drop to the surface, destroy their ritual tower, and pull it back to the real universe." Boris suggested, "In that case, there is no need to worry about this problem. Without the help of the power of the subspace, the planet Prospero will be corrected by the laws of the real universe and dragged back to the real realm."
Azrael nodded. "That's what I meant. The power that allowed the two planets to enter the rift space came from the Wizard Star. We must first enter the Wizard Star and destroy those ritual towers to return the two planets to the real universe. Then we can launch a full-scale attack on Prospero and completely crush the enemy."
"The Blood Angels and Space Wolves have gathered enough power that the enemies along their way are no longer a threat to them. Their strategy to retake the lost planets will also reduce the blood sacrifice rituals of those cultists and indirectly weaken the influence of the warp."
"Now, the Dark Angels' mission is to attack the Wizard Star and pave the way for a full-scale attack on Prospero. As long as Magnus is forced into the real realm, we have a chance of victory."
Many high-ranking Dark Angels officials all kept silent.
They were all ready to sacrifice themselves when entering the rift space to fight.
Azriel did not reveal the danger of this trip. Those who could participate in the meeting were all battle-hardened people, and it was not their first time to fight against the evil demon Magnus.
In the following time, Azriel arranged the airborne tactics and analyzed the existing intelligence to find out where the key points that needed to be occupied and where the ceremony would be held were.
After the arrangements were completed, everyone left one by one and returned to their respective companies to prepare for battle.
Azrael traveled deep into the Blackstone Fortress to see if he could obtain any help from the Dark Watchers in order to defeat Magnus.
If the Lion had stayed in the Stone Fortress, it would have been much easier to face the Demon Primarch.
But after the Lion received the news about the Primarch of the Night Lords, he immediately left with his elite team and there has been no news of him since then.
Azrael knew that only the Primarch could defeat the Antigen.
Especially in places like space-time rifts, there is no way to rely on orbital bombardment and Titan siege tactics.
If they were to face Magnus, the outcome would basically be total annihilation.
For a long time, the Dark Watchers rarely communicated with the Dark Angels, and only reminded them or took action at some critical moments.
This situation improved after Guilliman's arrival.
In order to fight against the common enemy and quell the chaos in the warp, the Dark Watchers reached an agreement with the Imperial Regent and established an alliance.
Azrael knew that this mysterious race that had remained in Blackstone Fortress was guarding the seal of a powerful evil god, ensuring that the other party could not escape.
They must have the means to fight Magnus.
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The news of Guilliman's imminent return to the throne world of Terra spread to every corner as if it had wings.
Countless people were so excited about this that it was difficult for them to remain calm.
A grand welcoming ceremony is being prepared in full swing.
The traitors mixed in with the royalists instigated the royalists.
Let them be indignant about this and wonder how a traitor could be qualified to enjoy such a grand ceremony.
However, the Custodes publicly stated that they would undergo the Primaris surgery upgrade to welcome a new era of changes.
These words caused the traitors' plot to fall behind, and the faction supporting Guilliman won an all-out victory.
The Custodians serve as the Emperor's personal guards and executors of his will.
It has been faithfully performing its duties for ten thousand years.
Their attitude is of decisive importance.
Most royalists have always believed that they are fighting for the emperor and that fighting for their own interests is just a side effect.
But the attitude of the imperial guards undoubtedly gave them a slap in the face.
She has agreed to it, but you guys are still harboring evil intentions, and keep saying that the laws of our ancestors cannot be abolished.
He wanted to take back his power in the name of the emperor.
The public statement made by Marshal of the Imperial Guards Valanor caused the previously rampant royalists to collapse directly.
When the fooled civilians saw that the Emperor's guards chose to stand on Guilliman's side, they naturally gave up their previous stupid remarks.
The attitude of the imperial guards was unclear before, and those people were filled with righteous indignation. They were willing to sacrifice their lives to support the empire and expel the traitors.
In addition, the belief in the Emperor is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
Hearing that Guilliman was such a beast in human form and wanted to seize the throne and drive the Emperor out of office, it was natural that he would get excited.
But when people calmed down, they came to their senses.
In fact, the emperor has long existed as a belief.
Sitting on the throne, she was unable to rule the entire empire.
It has always been someone else's spokesperson.
In this situation, it doesn't really matter whether he steps down or not.
Guilliman did not deny the Emperor's faith, but instead redoubled his support.
After all, it seems that they have no reason to oppose Guilliman.
The royalists who were so powerful that they were about to riot and capture the Terra Administrative Council were gone just like that.
It's like a castle built of sand on the beach, which will be wiped out by the waves.
Theresa, hiding in the dark, gnashed her teeth in hatred, because her great cause was stillborn.
The Imperial Chancellor issued several orders to law enforcement agencies, demanding that they find the traitors who fanned the flames this time.
Theresa and other former behind-the-scenes masters have been targeted.
Law enforcement officers are searching for them with the assistance of the Black Organization.
Theresa has now become a rat crossing the street. Those subordinates who once vowed to follow her to change the world and smash the evil dictatorship for the people of the empire have become a nobody.
Either he ran away or he decisively surrendered to the empire and sold her out.
Fortunately, the forces of the Justice League who rebelled against Guilliman were strong enough.
This allowed her to escape Terra and the solar system on a stowaway ship.
Away from Terra, after entering the Warp.
Theresa, her followers, and the man who helped them escape gathered on the bridge, trying to summarize this failure and gain experience for the next time.
"It's a pity that we failed this time. If the Imperial Guards had not betrayed their emperor, we would not have failed." The man said in a regretful tone.
Theresa had a hateful expression on her face, which looked a little twisted and scary.
"Those ignorant fools, who know nothing of Guilliman's ambitions, will one day regret their actions. Their Imperial Regent is creating enemies and using the fear of the so-called evil gods to fool his people."
"Victory will definitely belong to us." said a man as young as Theresa.
"They know nothing about the real gods. All things will be destroyed, and only under the protection of the gods can they escape the final destruction. Humans are the most valued by the gods. This is an honor. As long as humans throw themselves into the arms of the gods, they will be able to transcend and get rid of the sufferings of the world." The man said like a devout believer. He looked at Theresa and said, "Although you failed, your piety to the gods has touched them. You are qualified to become a part of the gods, Theresa. This is an honor. The messenger of God wants to see you. Perhaps you can get eternal life from him."
"In that case, it would be my honor," said Theresa.
The man led Theresa and the others to a magnificent prayer room on the ship, with countless snake-shaped runes carved on the door.
Theresa smiled. She couldn't wait to meet the messenger of God who had always supported her ideas. She also valued eternal life.
Let those fools cry, she will live to see the destruction of the Empire, and stand on the ruins to laugh at those who followed Guilliman.
When the door of the prayer room slowly opened with the sound of mechanical humming, the smiles on Theresa and her followers' faces froze.
They were born in the era after Guilliman's reforms.
The powerful Imperial forces kept all enemies out of Terra and out of their lives.
The cruelty and horror of Chaos and Alien are just a few words in the textbooks.
And now, Theresa finally faced the most horrifying truth in the universe.
In the face of this truth that is so dark that it covers everything, the social darkness and the horror of dictatorship that she had previously believed in are just shadows under the sun and are not worth mentioning.
Guilliman protected them from the threats and poisons of Chaos, allowing them to live in a safe environment away from these horrors.
At this moment, Theresa was filled with countless regrets.
Watching the messenger of God in the prayer room walking towards them, Theresa screamed in despair.
At this moment, she wished that there was an Imperial army next to her that she once hated and that supported Guilliman's dictatorship.