Chapter 137: Butcher Guilliman

Gabriel Seth's body trembled uncontrollably with rage,

for he saw the bald man stepping out of the suddenly appearing wooden door bore a face identical to Saint Guilliman's,

a face radiating Saint Guilliman's unique mercy, nobility, and divinity—had it not been for the conspicuous bald head, Gabriel Seth would have believed it was the Gene-Father manifesting or that he had fully succumbed to Black Rage

yet even so, Seth still suspected he had been corrupted by the Black Rage.

"Grand Sister!"

Gabriel Seth raised his voice, his entire body surging with anger nearly solidified into substance, causing Grand Sister Magda to shudder slightly:

"Tell me—is what I see real?!"

Grand Sister Magda swallowed hard, nodding almost imperceptibly.

"Is that our Gene-Father—or some blasphemous lie, some disguise?!" Gabriel Seth nearly screamed.

Behind him, more and more Flesh Eaters Astartes noticed the figure emerging from the wooden door,

the figure bearing their Father's face.

Grand Sister Magda's lips twitched faintly,

how could she answer this question? Her reason told her this figure could not possibly be Saint Guilliman, the Gene-Father of the Blood Angels,

but—how could such holiness emanate from that face?

Noticing Grand Sister Magda's hesitation, seeing the tide of insects surging from afar and the bald man standing between them and the cathedral,

Gabriel Seth exhaled a deep breath thick with blood,

struggling to suppress his lust for slaughter, his rage and madness—yet barely holding on.

And his Flesh Eaters behind him were even worse.

Gabriel Seth knew that if he did not charge now, this unspent rage and madness might turn upon his own comrades.

"Kill! In the name of Saint Guilliman's blood!!!!"

Gabriel Seth roared, charging into battle with his twin-chainblade sword, Bloodreaver,

and behind him, the Flesh Eaters unleashed bestial roars, hurling themselves wildly toward the approaching insect horde

Gabriel Seth himself, gripping the razor-edged twin-chainblade, roared toward the bald man who had stepped from the wooden door, bearing Saint Guilliman's divine face.

By the blood of Saint Guilliman, he would personally determine whether this was blasphemy or divinity.

Zhou Yun stared numbly at both sides of the battlefield,

he hadn't intended to appear right in the center of it—he'd planned to use the Gate of Passage to enter the Shels Cathedral first, to gain Seth and the Grand Sister's trust,

but perhaps General Droste's map had been inaccurate, or perhaps it was too old, the terrain of Laixio having shifted due to tidal erosion; when Zhou Yun activated the Gate of Passage, he materialized precisely at the battlefield's heart.

To Zhou Yun's left lay an endless ocean of chitin, a ravenous swarm of insects,

and the moment they saw Zhou Yun, they charged faster, clearly converging toward him.

To his right, armored red warriors roared in fury, their bloody, savage bellowing nearly made Zhou Yun think they were World Eaters,

only upon closer inspection did he realize—they were the Blood Angels' sub-Chapter, the Flesh Eaters. I almost thought Khorne had broken through.

"How rude," chuckled the winged figure within the white light.

Zhou Yun had no time for banter now,

the enraged Flesh Eater warriors surged toward him and the insect horde like a tide of blood,

their anger nearly tangible, followed by a tidal wave of bolters, shells, and laser beams raining down upon the distant insect horde, blasting the blasphemous aliens into rolling chunks of meat,

Flesh Eaters equipped with jump packs roared, their backs erupting in burning flames as they launched skyward into the insect tide.

Low-tier Tyranid units—blade bugs, gun bugs, and gargoyle-like creatures—soon clashed with them, trapping Zhou Yun in the middle.

Zhou Yun swiftly retracted the Gate of Passage, dodging the insects' biological bullets and claws with a speed that even the enraged Flesh Eaters could not help but marvel at.

Yet the Flesh Eaters strangely made no move against Zhou Yun—they seemed far more inclined to direct their fury at the aliens.

Or perhaps, they were leaving Zhou Yun to someone else.

The twin-chainblade roared as it slashed toward Zhou Yun; he raised his arm to block,

the chainblade tore through the clay-like skin covering Zhou Yun's arm, flesh-colored clay flying everywhere,

yet the blade seemed to strike something hard, sparking violently.

Gabriel Seth let out a startled cry—he saw that beneath the clay-like skin, the man wore a layer of silver metallic armor.

Zhou Yun had wrapped his Body Clay over the Ghost Thief DX suit, fashioning a false layer of skin and flesh—Seth had been fooled.

"Necron?" Seth growled, noticing the metal.

But his reason immediately told him this metal was not Necron biomatter—else his chainblade would have left deeper wounds.

"Iron Man?" Gabriel Seth then considered another possibility.

"What if I told you I'm the Machine God?" Zhou Yun asked with perfect sincerity.

Gazing at the face indistinguishable from Saint Guilliman's, Gabriel Seth hesitated—his instinct almost believed the man.

Then he snapped back to himself.

"Who are you?! How dare you steal Saint Guilliman's face?!"

Seth roared, darting away from Zhou Yun, then reappearing at his side in a blink, Bloodreaver swinging with unstoppable force toward Zhou Yun.

"Saint Guilliman himself isn't even upset—why are you so worked up?!"

Zhou Yun thrust out his hand; a child's toy short sword, made of plastic and glowing faintly with golden light, shot forward,

as if possessed by a soul, it precisely and elegantly intercepted Gabriel Seth's Bloodreaver.

"I'm worked up! How could I not be?!" cried the winged voice in the white light.

Seth seemed to hear the voice's complaint—his Bloodreaver suddenly roared into a violent spin,

he wielded the massive two-handed blade as nimbly as a gymnast twirling ribbons,

the blade became a blur of crimson light, slashing at Zhou Yun—but Zhou Yun's sword, Dian Guang Wan, had just been recharged,

this twenty-second-century child's toy instantly read Seth's technique, countering with a precision that even Seth could not help but admire.

"Gabriel Seth."

"I am your ally, not your enemy."

Zhou Yun shouted at Gabriel Seth, rapidly recalling the man's life:

"I am here to fulfill Commander Dante's plan—I am your ally!"

"Think—why did you come here? Do you seek rage—or the honor Saint Guilliman once gave the Ninth Legion? Do you crave slaughter—or respect?"

"Do you remember the Wolves' disgust when they looked at you? Do you remember the Battle Sisters' contempt?"

"Do you want the Flesh Eaters to die bearing the name 'Butcher,' erased from the galaxy in scorn?"

"Are you a furious angel—or a mad beast?"

Gabriel Seth's chainblade paused for a heartbeat,

Zhou Yun's words struck straight at Gabriel Seth's deepest wounds,

Seth still remembered the eyes of the Space Wolves and Battle Sisters—filled only with revulsion.

Only someone who knew Gabriel Seth's life could have spoken such soul-destroying words.

"I will do what I must!!!" Seth roared back: "It is not your place to scold me, you unknown wretch!"

Zhou Yun knew Seth harbored doubt—else he would not have ordered all the Flesh Eaters to attack the distant horde while he himself stood to speak with Zhou Yun.

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Just a little more—Zhou Yun could have won Gabriel Seth's trust; this Chapter Master had the instincts of a beast.

"Cough, cough, cough."

Zhou Yun cleared his throat:

"Roberto Guilliman, the Strategist Guilliman, the Warrior Guilliman."

"History will remember the Primarch of the Ultramarines by many names, but for our Blood Angels,"

"there is only one name to remember him by: Butcher Guilliman!"

"With laws and edicts, Guilliman tore out the Legion's heart—even his own son did not escape."

"Horus used a hammer; Guilliman used the executioner's blade—yet the end result was the same."

As Zhou Yun spoke, Seth's expression stiffened—he knew what Zhou Yun was reciting,

these words were considered blasphemous in the Imperium; calling a Primarch a Butcher was a grave sin, and if the Ultramarines learned of it, retribution would follow,

but Seth had heard this before—he knew Zhou Yun was quoting the words of Nasir Ammit, the first Chapter Master of the Flesh Eaters, recorded in their secret scriptures.

This should never be known outside the Chapter!

"Brothers became cousins; cousins became exiles."

"Guilliman's new Chapters, his new beginning, were a severing of all that came before."

Zhou Yun watched Seth's expression soften, and smiled faintly,

as expected—the Flesh Eaters' hatred for Guilliman was etched into their very genes.

He continued: "No honor. No devotion. No history. No action."

"We are nothing but bastards without war or victory—we are no longer angels," Seth finished for him.

"No," said the winged figure in the white light calmly: "You are still angels, my children. Remember honor and hope. Do not yield to rage and madness."

"No," Zhou Yun whispered again: "You are still angels, children of Saint Guilliman. Remember honor and hope. Do not yield to rage and madness."

Seth stared at Zhou Yun—he already trusted him somewhat,

even his bare face had softened, his expression moved,

they could die as furious angels, not as mad beasts.

Sure enough, insulting Guilliman was the key to getting along with the Flesh Eaters, Yun Zhou couldn't help but mentally complain

【100】 Indeed, just insulting Guilliman was enough to win over the Flesh Eaters. Zhou Yun couldn't help internally grumbling.

At that moment, far across the battlefield, a thick haze of gray-yellow fog suddenly began to churn.

Seth's superhuman senses faintly sensed danger.

"Poison smoke beetles," Zhou Yun said softly, looking at Seth beside him: "Stop pretending—you'd better put on your helmet right now."

Feeling a bit better today, but still unwell.

In a half-dreaming state, he thought of a strange joke.

"Angron became an idiot after birth, but Lokar was born one."

"Horus became an idiot after birth, but Lokar was born one."

"Luther became a barbarian after birth, but Ryan was born one."

"Horus became a traitor after birth, but Guilliman was born one."

(End of Chapter)