"Do you know what you are saying? Foolish mortal." Cherubel looked at the Primarch in front of him and refused without hesitation. "You are the son of the Curse, but you are not qualified to command me. You are just the leader of mortals, and I am a noble demon prince."
"I will show some mercy and allow you to make a deal with me. As long as you can prepare enough sacrifices, I can tell you some news."
"Do not think of me as one of those foolish wizards who offer huge sacrifices in exchange for a tiny bit of knowledge and yet are still grateful to you. The only sacrifice I can give you is the chance to live, Cherubel." Guilliman looked at the demon host in front of him, and infinite power surged in the Primarch's body.
As the news of his awakening spread, every citizen who learned about it cheered his name and looked forward to the salvation he would bring.
These beliefs gave him endless strength.
That human will is powerful enough to alter the warp is beyond doubt.
Otherwise the gods would not have chosen those Chaos Cultists to help them interfere with the real universe.
The Eldar once deduced that if humans became extinct, Chaos would soon disappear from the galaxy.
It is conceivable what kind of position humans occupy in the galactic subspace.
And now, Guilliman gathered the power of humanity's faith.
"You are even more arrogant than your father, the son of the Cursed. You can't do anything to me. I am the Demon Prince. I am immortal. Everything in the world will decay with the passage of time, but the demons will not. I am eternal."
Cherubel's arrogant voice sounded.
"I can foresee everything. This is the gift of my race. Do you want to know your future destiny? Cursed Son, do you want to get everything you want? Make a deal with me. I will meet all your demands as long as you can pay enough."
Vincent Horn stood aside and watched all this in silence.
He didn't know whether this was right or wrong.
Guilliman was attempting to walk a dark path, and he wondered if the great Primarch had been corrupted by Chaos during his long slumber.
He hoped that his choice was the right one.
Otherwise, a corrupted Primarch will be the last straw that breaks the camel's back.
Vincent Horn is ready to cast spells at any time, and once Cherubel loses control, he will suppress the opponent again.
"You will pay the price for your stubbornness, demon." Guilliman smiled. "You know, I have a rebellious brother. He is called Midnight Haunter. His legion is known for its cruelty. He likes to search for people's fears and weaknesses, and then magnify them again and again until the enemy is completely collapsed. In the past, I didn't like his approach, but now, I have changed my mind a little."
"When people face an enemy they absolutely hate, any means of revenge are permissible. I was recalling my brother's methods, thinking whether his torture could be applied to you. During this time, I have been guessing what the demons fear. It was not until the last battle that I understood that the demons fear eternal annihilation. You fear that your origin will be completely erased, which will prevent you from being resurrected in the subspace."
"Don't even think about getting any information from me, son of the curse. I have never been afraid of threats. You control my real name, but you can't make me surrender. You don't have the ability to do what you say. The most you can do is expel me back to the warp or imprison me." Cherubel screamed.
Guilliman placed his hand on the hilt of the Emperor's Sword. "I can't destroy you, but there are people who can."
The power of dominance made Guilliman even more powerful.
He also became more adept at using the power of the Emperor's Sword.
Following Guilliman's will, a golden light lit up on the majestic and strong body of the Primarch.
It made him even more dazzling, as if he was enveloped by golden light.
The power of the Emperor is also surging, projecting across the starry sky into this dark dungeon.
Cherubel twisted his body restlessly, fear showing on his twisted face.
The Emperor is the curse of all the evils of the Warp, and he will end it all.
Even the Lord of Chaos could not destroy the Emperor, and the only way he could do was to imprison him on the Golden Throne.
With the dual blessings of Guilliman's power and the Emperor's power, the dungeon has become more sacred than ever before.
The Emperor's shrines glowed with light, causing the Exiled Priests and Manifestations to chant prayers and songs to the Emperor with even greater passion.
The other demon hosts and forbidden objects in the dungeon were all trembling.
The roaring voices fell silent, and the eerie whispers disappeared.
The struggling demon host became quieter than ever before.
Vincent Horn felt a huge and vast will coming.
He knew that the Primarch was harnessing his father's power to try and oppress the Daemon Prince.
"Submit to me, or I will completely crush your essence and send you into eternal oblivion." Guilliman's voice was not loud, but full of majesty.
"Stop." Cherubel struggled hard, resisting that will, but before he could finish his words, an iron fist hit him.
The air was torn apart, and the thick chains were instantly tightened due to the huge impact force.
The demon host that Cherubel was inhabiting was punched into the wall, making a heavy impact.
Guilliman pulled out the Emperor's Sword, golden flames rising from the hilt, the tip of the sword pointed at Cherubel, "You can refuse me once more, and I will let you return to nothingness, demon. There are other demons here, and there will always be one willing to serve me."
"I have foreseen your tragic fate, son of the cursed. You will fall into depravity like us." Cherubel looked at the tip of the sword and did not dare to continue challenging the Primarch's patience.
"Are you confident in your ability to predict the future?" Guilliman said with a mocking look on his face.
"You are just a bunch of despicable monkeys. You will never be able to comprehend the exquisiteness and perfection of the thread of fate, and I have already predicted everything." Cherubel said.
"How about this, guess which part of your body I will attack first?"
"This was a botched game. You didn't intend for me to win."
"I just want to know how perfect your perfect foresight is. Can you imagine what will happen next?" Guilliman cut off the ear of the demon host.
The golden flames burned the essence of the demon, causing Cherubel to let out a shrill cry.
"It seems that as long as the origin is damaged, the devil will also suffer."
Guilliman cut off the other ear of the demon host. This time the movement was very slow. The golden flame was spreading, but it did not burn along the demon host. It just burned the wound.
Cherubel's scream became even sharper.
Guilliman was very patient, cutting the body of the demon host bit by bit.
The body's original soul had long since perished, leaving only the will of the Demon Prince inside.
The only one who suffered was the Demon Prince.
"You win, Curse-born, what do you want to know?"
Cherubel finally chose to surrender.
Demons are difficult to be harmed by real weapons, and the destruction of their physical bodies cannot harm their essence.
But the golden sword in Guilliman's hand can.
The sword contains the power of the curser.
With every cut made by Guilliman, damage was done to Cherubel's demonic essence.
That is still incomparable pain.
Even if Cherubel escapes back to the Warp in the future, the scar left by the sword will never heal, and will bring Cherubel burning pain every moment.
"I want to know the news about my rebellious brothers and what they are doing now?" Guilliman put away the Emperor's Sword and asked.
"I am not active in the subspace. I have been trapped in the real universe for hundreds of years." Cherubel said.
"Is there any demon that knows? How should I summon it?" Guilliman looked at Cherubel.
"You let one demon betray another demon??"