Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

"There is no problem." Diglis said firmly to Calga, which also made the latter feel more hopeful.

There were not only a few people in the hall. When Dorn was getting closer and closer to the throne with the container, the Ultramarines were also standing behind them.

This is not only the son's ardent expectation for his father, but also a warning to Dorn and others.

The ritual to resurrect Guilliman was much simpler than Calgar thought. Dorn just opened the sacred coffin, and then stood facing the Ultramarines with his hands on the chain sword.

This looks more like a defense of distrust.

Calga had some bad thoughts because of Dorn's actions. When he was about to ask, he saw two more giants crawling out of the sacred coffin.

Not only that, but the Eldar witch named Ifreni didn't know when she appeared around Guilliman's throne.

Fulgrim was not as well-dressed as Dorn because of the ritual requirements for summoning Slaanesh. He needed to expose the skin to the air and stab the runes with a Chaos Dagger.

Not even the great demons of Slaanesh knew about this forbidden rune. It was a gift given by Slaanesh when Fulgrim became popular with her.

Fulgrim looked back at Calgar and the Ultramarines, with apology and determination in his eyes.

Everything that happened suddenly made Calgar a little dazed, but when he saw Fulgrim's face clearly, the hope he originally had was replaced by despair.

To them, the emotion conveyed in Fulgrim's eyes mocked their ignorance.

Why am I so careless? Calga asked himself.

He didn't know that the reason why he trusted Dorne credulously was because of Dorne's primordial affinity. He only felt that his actions were all the result of being bewitched by demons.

Under the black armor is by no means a loyal hero, but a powerful devil who plays with people's hearts and can make people drop their guard in a few words.

The help of the aliens was just a deal between them and the Chaos Demons. They tried to use the blood of Macragge and the corruption of the original body Guilliman in exchange for a glimmer of hope of surviving under the hands of the Chaos Gods.

Calgar figured everything out the moment Fulgrim stabbed his skin for the first time.

He suppressed his fear and roared, "In the name of the Emperor, save our Primarch!"

This roar woke up the Ultramarines, and they charged at Dorn and Perturabo.

"Tsk...that's really troublesome." Perturabo and Dorn stood side by side. The two of them were enough to block all attacks, even leaving no one alive in the hall in just a few dozen seconds, but they didn't come here. A killing spree.

"Fulgrim, do it quickly." Dorn said slowly. He turned the chain sword over, preparing to use the non-serrated side to block the Ultramarines' fierce attack.

Eldar witches, unknown mechanical creations...

Think tank director Diglis was confused. He did vaguely know about Guilliman's resurrection from the prophecy, but he was confused about the time and some details.

After struggling for a long time, Diglis chose to believe in the revelation brought to him by the prophecy.

The Librarian flashed behind Dorn and Perturabo with psionic magic, constructed a strong psychic shield, and blasted his brother away with a roar of lightning.

"Diglis! What are you doing!" Calgar roared, thinking that Diglis's behavior was an intolerable betrayal.

But Diglis just sighed and did not explain anything to Calgado.

The Ultramarines closed in on Dorn and Perturabo's defenses, looking like undeveloped children before the two Primarchs.

Chapter Captain Calgar, First Company Captain Agaman, and Second Company Captain Cato Sikarius rushed to the front of the team and launched an attack on Dorn and Perturabo without hesitation.

One second they were still watching the movements of the original body, and the next second they were flying in the air, with nothing in front of them but the spinning screen.

They fell heavily to the ground, and the severe pain in their chests made it difficult for them to stand up.

too fast! So powerful!

Although the warriors had witnessed Dorn's heroic act of slashing insects many times, when they actually faced the original body, the powerful sense of oppression made it difficult for them to breathe.

This is simply not a level battle.

"Father!" Kalga roared angrily. He rushed forward again, and was beaten back again.

This behavior of only injuring but not killing was considered a trick by the Ultramarines. They increasingly believed that the two giants in front of them, like Fulgrim, were the incarnations of the demon Slaanesh.

Watching the Ultramarines being slapped away by dozens and dozens of them, Fulgrim was also a little anxious. He hoped that Guilliman would wake up as soon as possible to clear up the misunderstanding.

But it was not Fulgrim who truly mastered the ritual, but Slaanesh.

Slaanesh watched with great interest the scene of Perturabo and Dorn slapping the ultramarines away, slowly sucking the poison from Guilliman's body.

"Don't waste time."

The cold urging from the God-Emperor made Slaanesh's mood drop. She gave the God-Emperor a dissatisfied look, and then remembered something interesting.

"Okay, then I'll hurry up." Slaanesh chuckled, and the God-Emperor felt that something was wrong.

The originally stable demonic runes suddenly erupted into an extremely dazzling blasphemous light, completely polluting the air in the entire hall.

Under the screams and soaked in scarlet wine, Fulgrim's image changed dramatically.

After remerging spirit and body, Fulgrim changed from the flawless phoenix that showed off to an ember phoenix with restrained light.

But now, the power of Slaanesh has restructured his gray-white armor, and a complex and gorgeous armor that can enchant the mind appears on him.

The huge mark symbolizing Slaanesh was suspended above Fulgrim's head like a crown, and the blasphemous black-purple light added a charming and dangerous color to Fulgrim's silver-white hair and delicate face.

There was also a slender dagger in Fulgrim's hand, which was inserted into Guilliman's neck like a straw. Large streams of black energy were flowing out continuously. It was unclear whether it was sucked out or injected.

Dorn and Perturabo turned around suddenly because of the sudden change behind them. They looked at Fulgrim blankly, and Fulgrim also looked at them blankly.

"I...I didn't do anything." Fulgrim smiled nervously, seeing that his eyes and body were still normal, but he had an extra set of gorgeous armor. Perturabo and Dorn also nodded. Let him get on with the task.

However, this was too much of an impact for the Ultramarines. Even Diglis, who believed in the prophecy of resurrection, was so frightened by Fulgrim's demonic armor that he shed a cold sweat.

I was wrong? Was the prediction wrong? Is everything a Tzeentch conspiracy?

Diglis pursed his lips, and his trembling legs saw Calga's fire-breathing gaze.

"I...seem to be wrong..."

In desperation, Diglis prepared to self-destruct to save his primarch.