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

"Stop, kid." Dorn slapped Diglis with his big hand.

The Librarian used all his psychic powers to fend off Dorn's interference.

But he did not do this, and could only watch Dorn's big hands break through the defense line he had woven with psychic lightning.

Snapped!

Diglis fell into a coma, and the spiritual energy surging in his body also dissipated outwards.

The demon's light grew stronger and stronger, and the corrosion of Slaanesh could be seen everywhere in the hall. The smooth marble pillars turned into strange and posing sculptures, and the ravines flowing with clear water were filled with poisonous perfume.

This was so desperate that Calgar gritted his teeth and shed tears. He felt that his original body was gradually dying as it was being sucked by the demon Fulgrim...

Because the God-Emperor's face became increasingly ugly, Slaanesh also stopped thinking about continuing to play. She told Fulgrim that the ritual was about to be completed and that only the last step was needed to awaken Guilliman.

Fulgrim looked at Efreyne, conveying the message to her through his eyes.

Efreni suppressed the complicated emotions in her heart. She didn't know what kind of consequences she would have if she did this...

This is all for the Alliance... to fight Chaos...

Taking a deep breath, he leaned closer to Guilliman's throne.

Tall and muscular, just like the other primarchs, Ifreni pressed her face close to Guilliman as Calgar roared in despair.

Physically, Ifreni looks like Guilliman's underage child.

I really don’t know what it would feel like to rest on that broad chest...

Startled by her own thoughts, Efreni suddenly patted her cheek to prevent herself from losing her composure like that.

Slaanesh in the subspace has long been happy, and she has also experienced this entangled emotion of desire and fear. She breathes heavily and stares at what is going to happen next with great anticipation.

The God-Emperor's face was tangled. He closed his eyes, not knowing what kind of emotion he would feel when facing Guilliman, who was about to be resurrected.

Efreni's lips touched Guilliman's lips gently, her movements were quick and there was no hint of indulging.

Her heart was beating fast. This was an emotion that Efreni had never experienced in her life.

"You're doing well~ You're doing well~" Slaanesh's praises came into Ifreni's mind. The Lord of Desire was thinking about what kind of wedding Guilliman and Ifreni should hold. What kind of activities should be done to satisfy the curiosity of the Lord of Desire.

The power of death was thus injected into Guilliman's body.

The corruption of Slaanesh receded from the great hall, and Fulgrim's armor was restored to its original shape once again.

A sudden sound came from the throne, like a bell ringing to summon a new era, like a sharp blade cutting through the darkness and noise.

The attacking Ultramarines all stopped, their blood cheering for the strangeness of the throne.

Calgar was certain that this was not Slaanesh's evil spell, and it seemed that his father was really about to awaken...

Hissing golden mist enveloped the throne, and a great heart of old was beating again.

Celestine, who was inspiring the troops on the front lines, also heard the heartbeat, and she felt that she should shed golden tears at this time.

This was the greatest moment of her life, and nothing could compare to this miracle.

Celestine raised her face, and some words were brewing on her lips. They were words praising the Emperor's mercy and praising Guilliman.

These words seem to have already existed in fate, just waiting for the time to come.

Celestine clasped her hands together and frowned for a long time without saying a word of praise, as if Guilliman's resurrection did not excite her in that way.

After seeing the four Primarchs, the Dynasty Fleet, the Battle of the Gods, the Golden Ark, and the Death of the Star God. Celestine felt that the upper limit of her ability to accept had been raised several levels.

Finally, she said apologetically, "I'm sorry, my great and merciful Emperor." Then she went into the battlefield and repented by killing the insect swarm.

Caul, who was studying the black stone underground in Cadian, felt that strange and depressed emotions were growing from the data core. He was quite surprised by this and immediately returned to the secret room of the ship.

When he discovered that the Armor of Destiny was safe and sound, Caul felt relieved again.

The hope of the empire depends entirely on this miraculous creation...

Every beat of Guilliman's heart was like a punch in the chaotic sea of ​​warp. As the waves spread outward, their momentum became more and more ferocious, eventually turning into a rushing ocean.

The ocean was calmed by Tzeentch, who secretly rejoiced in the coincidence and divergence of destiny and fate, telling Khorne and Nurgle to calm down. Now is not the right time to implement the plan.

Because of this, the rebel Primarch, whose souls were manipulated by the evil gods, knew nothing about Guilliman's resurrection.

But the Lord of Destiny will also cause more chaos to spread outward, making the boundaries between different destinies increasingly blurred.

Carlos, who helped the Black Legion, told Warmaster Abaddon in crazy words that the original body Guilliman would be resurrected in the early stages of M42. In order to avoid Guilliman's influence on the Black Crusade, he must prepare in advance.

Abaddon believed so deeply that he selected the elite soldiers of the Black Legion and asked them to lead the legion made of Chaos Iron to prevent the resurrection of Guilliman in the future.

"Idiot..." Carlos pieced together his evaluation of Abaddon with crazy eyes, and he was making the Lord of Change's plan move forward steadily.

Change is a good thing, change is also a good thing...

The golden mist of the throne completely dissipated, and a magnificent and breathtaking scene was displayed in front of everyone.

Guilliman, the original body of the Thirteenth Legion, stood up from the throne, with an alert and bright light in his eyes, and the power of life surging all over his body.

The Ultramarines were stunned. They were at a loss and their minds were blank.

But the primarchs sensed something was wrong, and Perturabo took a few steps closer and waved his fist at Guilliman.

The illusion was shattered, and Guilliman did not rise from the throne. Although the beating of his heart proved that he was still alive, he still fell into a sleep that was difficult to wake up from.

Fulgrim and Dorn looked unhappy. They were thinking about what went wrong in the ritual.

Could it be because Efrenie's kiss was too bland?

Fulgrim looked at Ifreni, thinking about whether to let her and his brother have a deep kiss.

Perturabo was a little anxious. He kicked the throne's stasis device and grabbed Guilliman's shoulders to try to wake him up.

After two slaps, Guilliman was still as sleepy as a living dead.

In desperation, Perturabo yelled at Guilliman.

"Stop sleeping! The Second Reich needs you!"

The second empire...

Second Reich?

Second Reich? !

Second Reich! ! !

Guilliman suddenly opened his eyes.