Chapter 276: The Death of the Primarch

Ynnead's oracle suddenly rang out in Yvraine's ear,

Do not let the "Death God of Mankind" kill Guilliman!

Do not let the "Death God of Mankind" kill Guilliman!

Do not let the "Death God of Mankind" kill Guilliman!

Three gloomy and icy urgent cries rang out from Yvraine's ear.

For the first time, the emissary of the Death God heard urgency in the tone of her deity.

Yvraine instantly understood the meaning behind Ynnead's words.

The Death God of Mankind possessed power similar to Ynnead's; if He killed Guilliman, He could achieve an effect similar to Yvraine's.

Yvraine originally did not care who did the deed,

but since Ynnead's oracle had been issued,

Yvraine made a judgment in an instant.

There were three things needed to resurrect Roboute Guilliman:

the Death God of Mankind or the Aeldari, the Armor of Fate, and the Archmagos Belisarius Cawl, who was responsible for activating the Armor of Fate.

Now that the Death God of Mankind had hidden His form, all Yvraine could do was—

Yvraine did not hesitate and rushed toward the transport vehicle behind Belisarius Cawl.

As long as she seized the Armor of Fate within, if the "Death God of Mankind" were to kill Guilliman again, He could only let him truly die.

This obviously would not be His goal, so as long as Yvraine controlled the Armor of Fate, she could conversely keep Him in check.

Yvraine's figure turned into an afterimage, lunging fiercely toward the transport vehicle behind Belisarius Cawl.

Belisarius Cawl also noticed Yvraine's movement; his metallic body twisted, and the Omnissiah's Axe instantly slashed toward Yvraine.

But Yvraine was like a nimble Aeldari dancer; with a light tap of her feet, her figure was as soft as a cat, dodging past the Omnissiah's Axe.

Seeing Yvraine dodge his axe blade, Belisarius Cawl's body suddenly expanded, and the mechanical weapons hidden beneath his scarlet robes were exposed.

This was also the reason Yvraine did not choose to capture Belisarius Cawl directly.

She knew clearly that over the course of ten thousand years, Belisarius Cawl had piled an unknown amount of technological artifacts onto himself; he was truly an iron behemoth hidden under scarlet robes, masquerading under the name of a human.

Compared to finding a way to capture Belisarius Cawl, seizing the Armor of Fate directly was easier.

After all, the Death God of Mankind was now in an unknown location and could launch an attack on Yvraine at any time.

This also put Yvraine under psychological pressure; an invisible and intangible enemy was far too dangerous.

In the blink of an eye, Yvraine approached the side of that transport vehicle.

The weapons on Belisarius Cawl's body also aimed at Yvraine.

And at this very moment, a blood-red stream of light flashed by, and the red-armored warrior Thousand Faces blocked Belisarius Cawl's path like a ghost.

The Sword of Silent Screams, Asu-var, one of the five Croneswords, glowed with a deep blue light in his hand.

The power of the Aeldari Death God was attached to the sword, making Thousand Faces appear like a roaring whirlwind of death.

In contrast, Belisarius Cawl's metallic behemoth body was like the manifestation of the Omnissiah's will in the material universe; every piston, gear, circuit, and chip revealed the power of the Machine God.

The Omnissiah's Axe in Belisarius Cawl's hand collided with Thousand Faces' Sword of Silent Screams, Asu-var, and a low, humming sound rang out.

The two were almost evenly matched, but for Thousand Faces, this was enough.

Yvraine let out a low roar of victory. Although she was puzzled as to why the "Death God of Mankind" had not yet intervened to stop her, the Armor of Fate was right before her eyes—

The Sword of Sorrow, Kha-vir, in Yvraine's hand split open Belisarius Cawl's transport vehicle, but inside the vehicle...

The vehicle was empty; there was no sign of that automatic reliquary.

There was only Cyrene, the Veilwalker, wearing a mirror mask, crouching inside.

She saw Yvraine split open the transport vehicle, turned her head to look at Yvraine, and said in a bitter voice:

"Good afternoon, Lady Yvraine."

"Boss Zhou Yun asked me to hide here and tell you that He was playing you."

Then, Cyrene, the Veilwalker, clearly under the control of the Mind-Lock Scarab, raised her arm.

"Get out of the way!" Cyrene, the Veilwalker, shouted.

But Cyrene, the Veilwalker, knew that she had been boosted in speed by Zhou Yun using that strange clockwork device, and at the same time, Yvraine's movements had slowed due to the shock of this moment.

She could not dodge it.

A monofilament wire stained with anesthetic toxins from the Drukhari pierced Yvraine's shoulder, causing Yvraine's body to stiffen suddenly and fall heavily to the ground.

The transport vehicle was empty; this was a trap.

She gritted her teeth, not understanding why the "Death God of Mankind" could have anticipated her actions. Was His control over fate really that powerful? Or did He possess some kind of formidable precognitive ability?

But since the attempt on the Armor of Fate had failed—

Yvraine attempted to summon the Yncarne, the avatar of the Aeldari Death God Ynnead.

That was Death walking among the living, similar to a fragment of Khaine but even more powerful.

But Ynnead refused Yvraine's call; Yvraine felt Ynnead's fear.

If the Yncarne were summoned here, then the avatar of the Death God, and even the Death God Himself, would be in danger. This was the Aeldari Death God's sensitivity to death.

Yvraine was stunned, not expecting that Ynnead would actually refuse to let His avatar descend.

She could only hurriedly cast her gaze toward Thousand Faces, hoping that Thousand Faces could defeat Belisarius Cawl.

However, Belisarius Cawl only let out a low, mocking laugh,

as if mocking Yvraine and the others for failing to escape Zhou Yun's arrangements entirely.

He swung the axe in his hand fiercely, forcing Thousand Faces back for a moment.

Then, he took a funny hat with a mechanical hand from under his robe and slapped it onto his head.

Belisarius Cawl's figure flashed and vanished, appearing before Roboute Guilliman's throne in the blink of an eye.

And at this moment, a red-and-pink wooden door suddenly appeared beside Belisarius Cawl, and Zhou Yun stepped out from it.

The two suddenly appeared before the throne, startling everyone.

Those Ultramarines and Terminators nearby hurriedly poured bullets toward Belisarius Cawl and Zhou Yun.

But the super-ability hat on Belisarius Cawl's head moved, the mechanical hand pointed forward, and a powerful psychic barrier suddenly formed for protection.

At the same time, more than a dozen Astartes wearing scarlet power armor crawled out of Zhou Yun's four-dimensional pocket, all wearing funny super-ability hats on their heads.

These Blood Angels formed a formation, and the psychic barriers they released overlapped layer by layer, forcefully blocking the incoming firepower.

The Grey Knights attempted to use their banishment incantations to destroy this psychic barrier, yet the barrier created by the super-ability hat had absolutely nothing to do with the Warp.

Neither the Grey Knights nor the Black Legion sorcerers could interfere with this barrier.

Zhou Yun held a black sword in one hand and took the automatic reliquary storing the Armor of Fate out of his four-dimensional pocket with the other.

He had long known about the possibility of Ynnead's betrayal and Yvraine's actions.

After all, Zhou Yun's pocket hid one of the best prophets in the current galaxy, a prophet far more reliable than the Aeldari riddle-mongers.

At the same time, Zhou Yun's prop, the Right-Wrong Divination Machine, could also help him determine things that might happen in the future.

Neither Zhou Yun nor Sanguinius knew the true nature of Ynnead, but both could guess that Ynnead belonged to the domain of erosion and destruction in the Warp, and to a certain extent, belonged to a competitive relationship with Zhou Yun.

Competition in the Warp is a relationship of advance and retreat; the expansion of one entity's domain will inevitably squeeze the domains of other entities.

If Zhou Yun killed Guilliman, corrupted Guilliman, and incorporated his essence into his own domain, it would expand his own domain and squeeze Ynnead's position.

This was obviously something Ynnead was unhappy about, so His betrayal became a possibility.

Thus, relying on the Right-Wrong Divination Machine and Sanguinius's prophecy, Zhou Yun successfully avoided Ynnead's surprise attack.

Under Belisarius Cawl's control, the automatic reliquary emitted a low humming sound, slowly unfolding on the throne. The internal mechanical structure emitted a scorching airflow, wrapping around Roboute Guilliman's body bit by bit.

Look at every single word, every single line, every single content!

Zhou Yun also slightly raised the black sword in his hand, waiting for the perfect moment.

The sound of the automatic reliquary opening disturbed the entire battlefield.

In an instant, both the Black Legion and the Ultramarines fixed their eyes on the throne.

Calgar widened his eyes with fear and anger; he saw a black sword pointed directly at his gene-father's chest.

"No!!!!" Calgar let out an angry roar, his fists blocking another attack from Captain Kaelen.

Perhaps it was anger that gave him strength, or perhaps Captain Kaelen had reached his limit; his fist smashed heavily into Kaelen's chest, knocking him back fiercely.

Then, without hesitation, he ran toward the direction of his gene-father, who was being covered by the mechanical structure.

At the same time, he also looked at Grand Master Voldus and Tigurius, who were fighting.

However, Tigurius had almost suppressed Voldus.

"Stop them! Brother Tigurius!!!" Calgar shouted with pleading: "For the Emperor, for our gene-father!"

Tigurius only shook his head.

"I am doing this precisely for them," he replied softly.

Calgar was almost consumed by despair and anger.

"What are you doing!"

"Adeptus Mechanicus! Blood Angels! Inquisition!"

Calgar's gaze swept over those present who stood on the side of the expeditionary force, questioning them angrily.

His gaze fixed on the black sword in Zhou Yun's hand.

"And the Ecclesiarchy and the Black Templars."

"I will have my revenge! I will kill you all!!!"

Calgar's whole person seemed to turn into a beast, forcefully tearing through all the forces trying to stop him, wielding his Gauntlets of Ultramar and rushing to the front of the formation composed of more than a dozen Blood Angels.

Not only Calgar, but other Ultramarines, Terminators, and the Black Legion also lunged toward the throne.

The psychic barrier released by the super-ability hat—

However, at this moment, Zhou Yun's four-dimensional pocket suddenly expanded.

Calgar only saw a spearhead as slender as a teardrop sweep across his chest.

Subsequently, the power armor shattered, and Calgar fell heavily below the steps; those Ultramarines who followed Calgar were also forced back, while the Black Legionnaires were killed directly.

"Stab directly into his chest, thrust with force."

A clear voice rang out from the figure draped in linen robes:

"Concentrate your spirit, pour your will into the black sword, and use your Warp essence to erode his!"

These words made Calgar feel terrified.

And Zhou Yun only nodded slightly, attempting to infiltrate his own consciousness into the black sword, attempting to pour the power he had gained from the domain of erosion and destruction into it.

In an instant, everyone present vaguely saw a phantom.

A towering, round, blue figure was standing before Roboute Guilliman's throne and soul.

He held high a black sword burning with death; the blade seemed to be cast from endless bones, and the sharp edge seemed to want to split open the entire Macragge and even the five hundred worlds of Ultramar.

Then, that black sword burning with death fell heavily.

Fresh blood flowed from the Primarch's chest; after ten thousand long years, Roboute Guilliman welcomed death.

(End of chapter)