Chapter 353: Do You Buy Health Supplements? Do You Believe in Imperial Truth?

"Puhahahaha"

Saint Guilliman's laughter wasn't particularly loud, but Magnus had cleared the top level of the Retribution of Tizca for him and himself, and in the empty, silent space, even his modest laughter stood out sharply.

The Archangel regarded Magnus with a faint smile.

He thought that if Zhou Yun were here, he'd crack a joke like "Rus gave Magnus a back rub," making Magnus furious enough to resemble an Ogryn who can't count his own fingers.

But Saint Guilliman merely showed a hint of curiosity, asking in a gentle tone, as if advising a friend misled by a pyramid scheme:

"How do you know you're the strongest Primarch? What did the Lord of Change tell you?"

"He told me himself, on the eve of Prospero's destruction, within the reflected mirror."

Magnus was angered by Saint Guilliman's laughter, yet he still kept his voice icy.

Even after ten thousand years, he still preferred to argue his wisdom with words and knowledge.

So he said:

The Lord of Change himself told me: Horus was merely an alternative, an inferior, unacceptable option.

"I am the chosen one, the one destined to bring about the End and Death, the one chosen to open the cycle of Creation and Annihilation."

"He saw great potential in us all, but chose Horus only because I had grown too powerful for Him to transform."

Magnus lifted his head, speaking as if making a proclamation:

"But the Lord of Change promised me that one day I would belong to their ranks—what are you laughing at?!"

Magnus glared at Saint Guilliman with his single eye, furious.

Saint Guilliman's smile barely contained itself; he seemed to be fighting to suppress his laughter.

"Oh, so He told you that too," Saint Guilliman said, smiling at Magnus.

"Too?" Magnus froze, blinking his single eye in confusion: "Him?"

"Only the Lord of Change told you this?"

Saint Guilliman seemed startled:

"Didn't the Plague God, the Blood God, the Dark Prince join in? How could you believe it?"

"You know our Father's words can't be trusted—yet you believe the Lord of Change, one of the Five Great Liars of the Galaxy!"

Looking at Magnus's slightly dazed face, Saint Guilliman hesitated.

He had heard a phrase from Zhou Yun meant to mock someone's stupidity, but it was too harsh.

"Do you buy health supplements?" Saint Guilliman still asked sincerely: "Do you believe in Imperial Truth?"

"I *Prospero curse* you!"

Magnus roared in fury.

Flames of Chaos magic blazed along his blade; a brief incantation escaped his lips, time surged around him, and in the blink of an eye, Magnus was before Saint Guilliman, his blade slashing horizontally toward him.

But Saint Guilliman moved faster than time itself—the effects of the High-Efficiency Pill and the Acceleration Gear activated.

The Bow of Bi and Magnus's Blade clashed atop the Tizca Pyramid.

Colorful spheres of lightning surged from the surrounding Warp currents, forming chains that slammed toward Saint Guilliman.

But Saint Guilliman merely flared his wings, suppressing the surrounding Warp as if he were a beacon of Order, forcing even the wildest currents to calm around him.

After a brief clash, they sprang apart—both now understood the other's state.

Magnus's eyes blazed, his crimson hair burning like fire, his gold-and-silver armor gleaming as if newly forged, aetheric torrents surging from every fiber of his flesh.

Yet in the end, his rage gave way to laughter.

"That scar still remains—the wound Horus carved into your flesh, the proof of your failure. The gods' power has burned into your very being, transcending time and space."

"You won't last long. That wound still festers, and any lapse will let it spread!"

"Indeed, Horus did leave me a deep wound."

Saint Guilliman's voice was calm, elegant, almost sweet:

"But what gave you the confidence to think that before I collapse, I won't sever your head?"

"Brother, do you think you're Horus?"

Magnus let out a savage growl; flames and thunder shattered the entire top level of the Tizca Pyramid.

The two Primarchs clashed again, sorcerous radiance and holy golden light blazing across the Warp.

The Seven Lords of Change and the Chief Daemon of Chaos, Carlos, stood atop fragments of the Webway, their birdlike whispers striking the Warp currents, summoning waves of sorcery to strike the line formed by Guilliman, Mephiston, and Leina.

Meanwhile, Zhou Yun, accompanied by Fatty Tiger Daemon and a host of Astartes, clashed with Ahriman's Renegade Warband.

!

Honestly, Zhou Yun couldn't understand why Guilliman should be fighting Carlos.

After all, in canon history, Guilliman was actually brought down by a spell Carlos had meticulously prepared.

Carlos's spell awakened the accumulated negativity and darkness within Guilliman since his return—his fatigue, pain, and struggles turned into chains binding him.

In a direct confrontation, Guilliman could never lose to Carlos. But in canon, it wasn't Carlos who truly defeated Guilliman—it was the Empire's dark, broken state and the suffering humanity endured.

Originally, the plan had been: Saint Guilliman against Magnus, Zhou Yun against Carlos, Guilliman against Ahriman.

But the Truth-Error Diviner rejected that plan.

The optimal solution determined by the Truth-Error Diviner assigned Zhou Yun to face Ahriman and Guilliman to face Carlos.

Fortunately, the distances weren't far—if anything went wrong, Zhou Yun could rush to support instantly.

Zhou Yun steadied his mind, focusing on the Chaos Chosen Ahriman before him.

Ahriman, surrounded by Red Sigil Warriors, shielded himself with thick psychic barriers, continuously launching ranged spells to drain Zhou Yun's side's strength, clearly intending to avoid leaving his defenses and wage a war of attrition.

Zhou Yun rubbed his chin; beside him, Fatty Tiger Daemon, wearing the Psychic Hat, flickered away, snatching a Red Sigil Warrior from the battlefield.

Before Ahriman could react, Fatty Tiger Daemon teleported back to Zhou Yun's side, thrusting the captured warrior toward him.

Zhou Yun grinned, channeling the Death God's power he had absorbed from Inard—the force capable of reversing life and death—into the Red Sigil Warrior.

"Where am I? Why am I here?"

"Who are you? Is that Ahriman over there?"

"Master Ahriman! What's going on? How's the battle on Terra? Are the Primarchs well?!"

(End of Chapter)