Chapter 279

"Who are you? How are you here?"

Roboute Guilliman's words carried both suspicion and surprise.

His brain was not yet awake; after ten thousand years, his consciousness had regained control of his body and had just returned from a true death, his material universe body reshaped, but his consciousness and soul had not yet adapted to his body.

That superhuman brain shaped by the Human Hua Hua Hua Di Huang had not yet truly awakened.

But Roboute Guilliman's instinct still allowed him to vaguely identify the figure hidden beneath the linen robes.

That was an existence with a deep connection to him, that was a brother linked to him by blood, that was... that was an existence that had clearly passed away, a brother who died because of Guilliman's failure.

Roboute Guilliman's sensibility hoped that the person before him was that one, but his rationality reminded him that this might be a hallucination, a conspiracy, a trick of Chaos.

Especially since standing beside him was that existence with a playful smile at the corners of his mouth, appearing to be a mortal but actually possessing strong Warp properties.

Zhou Yun, Doraemon. Through his connection with that existence, Roboute Guilliman knew that name.

It was he who killed him, removed Fulgrim's corruption, and brought him back from death.

That was undoubtedly an existence tainted by the Warp!

"What sad and chilling words."

The figure beneath the linen robes slowly opened his mouth and said:

"Do you not recognize me? Roboute Guilliman?"

Then, the linen-robed voice paused slightly: "Or should I say, brother?"

This form of address echoed in the sanctuary, and everyone who heard this address was stunned and cast their gaze toward this side.

Xiang Xiang Leina felt that she had endured too much shock today, but when that word rang out, her nerves still ached from the impact, and her mind went blank.

The only one who could call a Primarch brother was—

Roboute Guilliman and that linen-robed figure were still slaughtering the Black Legion.

The teardrop-like spear and the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Sword burning with bright flame crossed in the sanctuary.

Whether it was the spear or the sword, both were fast, exceeding the speed that mortal eyes could track.

Xiang Xiang Leina could not even feel that she was on the battlefield; she felt that she was standing in a myth.

All corpses, pain, and sorrow were just footnotes to this great moment; everything else seemed no longer important, leaving only the linen-robed figure and Roboute Guilliman in the sanctuary.

Suddenly, Xiang Xiang Leina realized something.

She had seen that spear; she had seen that spear a thousand times.

In the church in Ashford, in the carvings of the Hive, in the hands of the towering stone statue standing beside the Old One-Eye tavern in the Underhive.

That was... that was precisely—

Xiang Xiang Leina remembered that it was Zhou Yun who awakened Roboute Guilliman, remembered that Zhou Yun had gone to Baal before meeting them.

Everything connected at this moment, and Xiang Xiang Leina herself had participated in it.

She cried with joy, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.

"Praise Saint Doraemon!"

Xiang Xiang Leina shouted at the top of her lungs:

"Praise Saint Doraemon! Praise the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang! Praise Sanguinius! Praise Roboute Guilliman!"

"What a miracle this is! We are with the son of the God-Hua Hua Hua Di Huang!"

"Exactly!" Greyfax heard Xiang Xiang Leina's voice, and she shouted in an equally excited voice: "Absolutely true! This is a true miracle!"

Celestine in the sky nodded frequently, a smile on her lips, singing sacred hymns.

"It shouldn't be like this!"

The Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Sword in Roboute Guilliman's hand roared, cutting through the power armor of a Black Legion Terminator like cutting butter:

"I saw it with my own eyes! Dorn showed me your corpse! It was shattered to that extent!"

"You were definitely dead! How is it possible!"

Listening to Roboute Guilliman's confused voice, the linen-robed figure first twitched the corners of his mouth, then curled into a playful smile.

"Aren't you the same? Look at your own body!"

He shouted loudly at Guilliman:

"Look at the two of us, think about our second—"

"No!"

Roboute Guilliman let out a panicked cry.

He almost instantly slaughtered the Black Legionnaires surrounding him, then leaped to the side of the linen-robed figure in a few steps, stirring up a near-manic hurricane.

The figure's robes moved with the wind, silently untied, and drifted toward the high sky on the battlefield.

The air was silent for an instant; not only in the material universe, but even the Warp was silent.

For a time, countless existences let out shocked roars.

Just because the golden hair covered by silver chains was exposed to the air, and snow-white wings slowly spread in the dusty air of the sanctuary; the setting sun cast light onto the figure, making him look like a flawless angel falling onto the battlefield.

No, that was the angel himself.

Sanguinius revealed a smile on his lips:

"I said think about our second life, think about what we brought to the Empire for the second time?"

"Why are you in such a hurry?"

Looking at those snow-white wings, listening to the words from Sanguinius's mouth, Guilliman's expression went from dull to surprised, from excited to overjoyed.

No matter how many years had passed, no matter what the situation of humanity was now, at least he was not alone; the most perfect brother was with him.

Not just Guilliman, the loyalists present felt great power surge from their hearts the moment they saw that figure.

Yes, no matter how desperate this galaxy was, as long as that one stood by humanity's side, everything still had hope.

Sanguinius left Roboute Guilliman, who was still trying his best to recover his superhuman wisdom, flapped his wings, flew into mid-air, and raised his voice to shout:

"Humans, we have returned!"

"In the name of Doraemon! In the name of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang!"

"I, Sanguinius, son of the Lord of Mankind, and my brother Roboute Guilliman will once again bring hope, enlightenment, and reason back to you!"

"Let the silence of Chaos return behind the veil of reality; the material universe belongs only to humanity!"

While speaking, Sanguinius's gaze pierced directly through the veil of reality and looked at those existences peeping at this place.

Two Primarchs reappeared in the material universe, and the ripples they produced swept through the entire Warp.

The Blood God let out a low war roar, his army had gathered again, eighty-eight Khorne daemon armies roared the name of Khorne, sacrificing to their master with blood, skulls, and slaughter; the Blood God craved the skulls of the two Primarchs, and Khorne's apostles swore to take them.

Tzeentch let out nine hundred and ninety-nine kinds of riddles, presenting ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine kinds of futures; in these countless futures that were broken like a mirror, the Changer of Ways chose the one he liked most, and his Lords of Change would carry out the will of the Changer of Ways, leading the two Primarchs toward the intended props; everything was according to plan.

The God of Thirst let out a lascivious laugh, He licked His lips, crawling on the veil of reality and the Warp with desire, trying to taste the beautiful body of the Archangel, while His apostles lay on His voluptuous body, promising the God of Thirst with six hundred and sixty-six kinds of love words, making the two Primarchs join their joyful banquet.

In Nurgle's Garden, the Great Unclean Ones shook their bellies full of rotting cysts, dancing seventy-seven kinds of sacrificial dances praying for life and rain together with the little Nurglings; they opened their mouths wide, spat out maggots, and laughed loudly; the two Primarchs had returned! The two uncorrupted Primarchs had returned! The lonely and pitiful little Mortarion had company! Without the Father's order, Nurgle's apostles would do their best to facilitate the "reconciliation" between the three brothers.

The gods stretched out their blasphemous tentacles, and those existences serving the gods also began their own actions.

Khârn stood in the shadow of the Vengeful Spirit, watching the blasphemous sorcerers cut off the heads of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine sacrifices at the perfect time; the broken body of the Warmaster Abaddon was lying in the throne, watching the ceremony.

The Warmaster learned the truth from Khârn's mouth, knowing that the resurrected Primarchs were Sanguinius and Roboute Guilliman; to counter these two demigods, Abaddon chose to "utilize" the power of the Dark Gods.

But in Khârn's eyes, Abaddon was just being utilized by the gods instead; nine sharp cries rang out, and two bird heads stretched out from the darkness; Fateweaver Kairos, the Chief Daemon under the Changer of Ways, descended on the Vengeful Spirit carrying nine Lords of Change.

Khârn watched this silently; the Blood God and the Changer of Ways had long had a feud, and the Blood God's apostles also loathed this kind of despicable magic, but Khârn did not take action; the Blood God promised him the freedom to slaughter, and he now killed for no one, only for hatred and himself.

Thinking of this, Khârn pressed the flesh hood that half-covered his head; a twisted, broken, grotesque face emerged from the inside of the hood.

That face looked like a twisted daemon, and also like his past brother Angron...

"Let them go hunt the Primarchs, all we want is his head... Erebus."

Khârn nodded slightly, but to hunt Erebus's skull, he also had to go to Ultramar and find that existence.

Inside Slaanesh's palace, Fulgrim enjoyed the pleasure brought by the fifth Cronesword, and maggot-like greasy Slaaneshi daemons crawled on his body, relieving the shock he had just received; Fulgrim's bifurcated tongue licked his lips; he swore not only to bring the two Primarchs back, but also to drive Slaanesh's corruption into the body of that blue, round existence.

The surface of the Plague Planet was filled with fishy yellow toxic fog, and rot spread across an entire planet; the Death Guard lined up in the rot and would also bring this rot to the Empire; Mortarion had already foreseen that moment, and numerology showed him the future; Roboute Guilliman would fall under his scythe.

Magnus laughed heartily on the Planet of Sorcerers; witchcraft, divination, and fate interpreted the true future for him; he had insight into all possibilities, spat out blasphemous incantations from his mouth, turned into crystalline flying insects, and flew toward the Thousand Sons Legion that had turned into puppets, gathering materials for him to weave fate.

Sanguinius saw all this in an instant, but Roboute Guilliman had not yet known about these dark and blasphemous things in the Warp, did not know that the traitors like entrenched poisonous pythons had quietly targeted him and his brothers.

This Primarch, who was once the most rational, was standing on the battlefield.

There was no despair or darkness in his heart; he was still immersed in the joy that a brother was with him.

So much so that the gray fact that humanity was still facing traitors, Chaos, and war ten thousand years later did not leave a haze in his heart.

Roboute Guilliman quickly exerted his instinct as a conductor, organizing and commanding the Grey Knights' Third Brotherhood, the Ultramarines' First Company, and the thousand Blood Angels brought by Zhou Yun, turning them into sharp scalpels, stabbing into the Hera Fortress he had designed in the past, to excise the Chaos traitors who had invaded it.

However, the Blood Angels caused Roboute Guilliman a little doubt.

He noticed that the Ultramarines still acted according to the Codex Astartes, while the Blood Angels were not the same.

"They come from different chapters."

Roboute Guilliman drew a little energy and asked Sanguinius beside him; he began to try to obtain information about this era.

Of course, he also observed some facts.

First, he already roughly knew that this was the forty-first millennium of humanity; he had been asleep for a full ten thousand years.

But he also discovered some strange things; the Ultramarines' equipment had not changed much, even regressed a bit; the Blood Angels were using some strange technological artifacts, but that was clearly not from the Empire, but from that Saint Doraemon?

Another point was that the "Codex Astartes" he designated seemed to have been running for a full ten thousand years, which made him feel some ominous feelings in his heart.

"A Chapter-level force composed of different chapters, this does not conform to the 'Codex Astartes' I formulated." He looked at Sanguinius and said.

"That long and stinky scroll that tried to dismantle my legion into pieces and turn them all into toilet paper painted with red Ultramarines?"

Sanguinius raised his eyebrows slightly, almost mercilessly saying to Guilliman:

"I abolished it."

Roboute Guilliman did not feel angry because of Sanguinius's words.

If his own codex had been running for ten thousand years, it must have become some kind of dogmatic existence like a religious text, no longer suitable for the needs of reality, and it should be abolished.

Roboute Guilliman felt some sadness.

"Ten thousand years, how pedantic must they be to stick to the sanctuary for ten thousand years?"

"How could our once rational and enlightened Human Empire become so rigid, it's simply like something a country ruled by religion would do... You must have encountered obstruction, right? A dogmatic code is difficult to abolish even by its creator; they must think you are ambitious, right?"

"No, not at all, because I have this power." Sanguinius shook his head slightly: "Before our father boarded the Vengeful Spirit, he designated me as his successor; this matter is also recorded in the Ecclesiarchy texts, and I even have my own religious festival."

As the words fell, Sanguinius began to observe Roboute Guilliman's reaction with interest.

"Oh, Dorn told me about this, that's very convenient—wait?? What Ecclesiarchy??"

"Where did the Empire get an Ecclesiarchy??? Did Lorgar come back???"

Roboute Guilliman seemed to realize something, his expression going from blank to shocked, and then from shocked to twisted and angry.

Looking at this scene, even Zhou Yun, standing not far away, could not help but laugh out loud, roaring at Roboute Guilliman:

"Don't be afraid, Lord Guilliman, I believe you will be able to protect our Human Empire."

"We are full of pious believers who believe in the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang and the Primarchs, who are executing heretics who deny that you and the Empire are gods with fire at every moment, and there is an Empire with flying baby corpses in the sky; you will definitely be able to protect it, right?"

"I believe that the extremely inefficient government system, the High Lords Council full of infighting, the Astra Militarum and Imperial Navy that are at odds with each other, the Inquisition that acts extremely madly, the masses full of superstition and ignorance, the Adeptus Mechanicus with high autonomy, the Ecclesiarchy that controls the spiritual world of the entire Empire, the Custodes who have been otaku for ten thousand years, and the Golden Wang Zuo that is about to be damaged will not be able to stop your pace!"

(End of chapter)