Chapter 289

The Fatty Tiger Greater Daemon opened his mouth slightly.

Just this extremely simple action made a layer of goosebumps rise all over Roboute Guilliman's body.

His superhuman senses instinctively perceived danger, and his body produced a sense of fear as if in an emergency.

Sanguinius, standing to the side, also had his expression change suddenly.

"No, this is—"

"I!!!"

Before Sanguinius could finish his words, a short and sharp musical note surged out from the Fatty Tiger Greater Daemon's mouth, caught on the character "I."

Guilliman, who was closest, only felt a pain in his head, his internal organs let out a wail, his blood seemed to flow backward through his body, breathing became difficult, and the reality before him and the Warp were stirred together, becoming indistinguishable between virtual and real.

"AM!!!!"

The second musical note splashed out.

That musical note pierced through his body like an irresistible blade, the sound mixed with bone-chilling death intent, blood-stained violence, and an infinite yearning for music, as if the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, Khorne, and Slaanesh were singing at the same time.

In an instant, Guilliman seemed to see the end and destruction of the entire universe, seeing hundreds of millions of stars annihilated across the galaxy.

He saw a scarlet brass longsword piercing through the galaxy, leaving behind a burning scarlet scar.

He saw the first cry when the Dark Prince was born, tearing apart the entire galaxy.

Blood flowed from his eardrums, and he gritted his teeth to keep from falling down.

"FAT!!!"

When the third musical note rang out, even Sanguinius could not hold on much longer. He did his best to maintain his power, trying to block this singing from spreading out.

Then

"TIGER!!!"

A roar as if declaring his own birth rang out, and Guilliman was directly shaken away, rolling several times on the ground, barely managing not to faint.

Sanguinius also let out a muffled groan, his knees softening as he knelt on the ground on one knee. The barrier formed by his psychic power blocked most of this singing, but there was still a lot of singing leaking out.

He could perceive the Warp nature within this singing; its propagation was not just on the level of reality, but also on the level of the Warp. Almost all sentient beings with souls on Macragge heard this sharp and ear-piercing singing at the same time.

"Lady Yvraine, you old thing, please help out. Let your Reaper say a word, and let the Laughing God, that old thing, come and fish me out."

Macragge, inside the embassy Guilliman had arranged for the Aeldari.

Cegorach's Veilwalker was full of pleading as she spoke to Yvraine.

But the red-armored sycophant... oh no, the red-armored warrior had been blocking in front of Cegorach's Veilwalker the whole time, guarding Yvraine's side.

Both of them looked at Cegorach's Veilwalker with vigilance. During Guilliman's Codex, it was precisely she who, under Zhou Yun's control, injected an anesthetic from the Drukhari into Yvraine's body.

Although Cegorach's Veilwalker kept emphasizing that she was still loyal to the Aeldari and Cegorach, and was only controlled by the Mind-Lock Scarab, Yvraine and the Thousand-Faced still became vigilant. Even if what she said was true, the possibility of being controlled again could not be ruled out, right?

Cegorach's Veilwalker was also a master among masters in the Harlequins, and she carried several items given by the human Reaper. If she suddenly launched an attack, even the two of them, as the Reaper's chosen, would not have an easy time.

"Veilwalker, you have obtained more freedom than we have; why seek our help?" Yvraine asked in a low voice, her tone as cold as a grave.

Cegorach's Veilwalker's mouth twitched. She could not tell whether it was Zhou Yun's bad intentions or Guilliman's political maneuvering; humanity now guarded Yvraine and the Thousand-Faced strictly, strictly forbidding them from leaving the embassy area.

But for Cegorach's Veilwalker, humanity gave immense courtesy, with no supervision, allowing her completely free movement, and even as long as she did not leave the Macragge system, they would not block her.

She understood in her heart that this was both to fish out Cegorach's rescue, and also because Cegorach's Veilwalker was controlled by the Mind-Lock Scarab, and also to divide the Aeldari internally.

"Cegorach, that old thing, has been leaving me on read; I really have to rely on you to make contact." Cegorach's Veilwalker's face was full of bitterness: "Let that old thing try to save me a little bit. If he doesn't save me, I'll have no value. God knows what Zhou Yun will do..."

Hearing this, the vigilance in Yvraine's eyes became even heavier. Even the Laughing God has abandoned you; how do you have the nerve to emphasize your loyalty to the Aeldari?

"Even the Yncarne is not allowed to enter the Black Library now; the Laughing God has declined His visit." Yvraine said flatly.

This made Cegorach's Veilwalker slightly surprised. After the Yncarne initially awakened, she had not returned to the Black Library, and the Laughing God had rejected her messages again, so she knew nothing about this.

"Why is the Laughing God hiding from the Yncarne ah ah ah ah ah ah—"

Before Cegorach's Veilwalker could finish her words, her voice suddenly elongated, like cat claws scratching a blackboard, turning into a scream bit by bit.

Her legs softened, and she knelt on the ground.

Yvraine was stunned at first, and then, a song rang out in her ears.

"I! AM! FAT! TIGER!"

That singing was filled with primal violence, a strong thirst for the art of song, and the deathly silence coming from the end of the galaxy, like a song that wanted to tear apart Yvraine's soul, the planet beneath her feet, the entire galaxy, and even the entire reality.

That singing that strongly declared his own birth.

Yvraine felt a frequency similar to the Dark Prince in this sound... This awakened Yvraine, and also awakened the ancient memories within the Thousand-Faced and Cegorach's Veilwalker.

That was not their memory; that was the racial memory of the entire Aeldari, the memory engraved in the flesh, soul, and existence of every Aeldari, the deepest trauma of the Aeldari.

Yvraine's head was splitting with pain, but the mental torture was even more painful.

This singing made her recall the Fall of the Aeldari, and recall the first cry when the Dark Prince was born.

The Astartes, who were wearing the Blind Spot Star and hiding their figures to be responsible for monitoring the Aeldari, endured the headache, looking at the three Aeldari lying on the ground with a confused face, arching their backs, twitching and trembling as if they had been electrocuted or were having an emergency, spitting white foam from their mouths while letting out wails of unknown meaning.

On the peak of Macragge, Xiang Xiang Leina almost took this sharp and ear-piercing singing head-on, every muscle and nerve in her whole body trembling and shaking, a strong sense of suffocation invading her brain.

At the same time, she could feel this singing lingering in the Warp for a long time, making her almost unable to mobilize her psychic power. This was still under the condition that the Fatty Tiger Greater Daemon still only wanted to beat them up and was not lethal.

Xiang Xiang Leina could feel that if the Fatty Tiger Greater Daemon wanted to, the nerves all over her body would probably have been shattered the moment he spat out the first musical note.

Relatively speaking, the two physically strong Primarchs bore more of the singing.

Guilliman's skin cracked under the singing, blood constantly overflowing from beneath the Armor of Fate, the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Sword slanted into the ground, supporting the Primarch's body.

There was no obvious damage on Sanguinius's body; he was further away from the Fatty Tiger Greater Daemon, and as a Primarch with psychic power, his resistance to Warp damage was obviously also higher, but the pure white wings behind him were constantly dropping feathers.

But what made the three people present feel terrified was that the Fatty Tiger Greater Daemon suddenly stood up slowly from the marble ground, straightening his body, which had been slashed with many scars by Roboute Guilliman, and slowly opened his mouth again.

Ripples surged in the Warp again; he still wanted to continue releasing the kind of singing from just now.

The three people on the peak of Macragge showed expressions of terror at the same time, their whole bodies shaken.

Roboute Guilliman stood up fiercely, the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Sword in his hand drawing a scorching arc in the void, slashing toward the Fatty Tiger Greater Daemon like a solar corona.

The Fatty Tiger Greater Daemon dodged and raised the ball bat that Samni'arius had turned into, also rolling up a burst of undying bright flame and colliding with the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Sword.

Burning sparks splashed everywhere in the thin air, the ball bat and the sharp sword colliding with each other.

Guilliman was obviously superior in strength; he gritted his teeth, swung the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Sword heavily, and the scorching undying bright flame directly flicked away the Fatty Tiger Greater Daemon's ball bat.

The ball bat in the Fatty Tiger Greater Daemon's hand smashed toward the side uncontrollably.

But Guilliman's complexion changed slightly, because the Fatty Tiger Greater Daemon's ball bat was smashing toward the statue of King Konor on the edge of the peak of Macragge.

This statue, and the one of Lady Yvraine, were carved by Guilliman himself ten thousand years ago to commemorate the two elders who were like father and mother.

And the statues of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang and himself were erected by the Ultramarines after he died.

Guilliman acted almost instinctively, sliding to the side to intercept the ball bat, pushing it toward the other side...

Only the sound of marble crumbling rang out; the Fatty Tiger Greater Daemon's ball bat grazed the statue of King Konor and smashed onto the statue of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, and in an instant, rubble crumbled.

The corner of Guilliman's eye twitched slightly, watching the head of the marble statue of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang land at his feet, his movements slowing down a bit in an instant.

No mistakes, no mistakes, look at the content inside!

"I!!!!"

And it was precisely in that moment of grabbing, the Fatty Tiger Greater Daemon opened his mouth wide, and a musical note splashed out from his mouth again—

Guilliman hurriedly turned back and swung the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Sword to block—

"I'm back."

Both the Fatty Tiger's mouth and Zhou Yun's mouth spat out this sentence.

The sword in Guilliman's hand stopped suddenly, and he panted heavily, looking at Zhou Yun.

"Finally found the correct point in time."

Zhou Yun and Fatty Tiger complained in unison, as if they were the same will in two bodies.

In the not-so-long time he had been in this material universe, he had wandered around the Pharos lighthouse, the Tyranid beacon, the Canticle Engine... and other things that could navigate in the Warp.

Zhou Yun even intended to go directly to the large and bright Astronomican in the Warp to ask the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang for directions.

Of course, this would have a little risk; after all, the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's state was still unknown.

Fortunately, at the last moment, he found the light that Sanguinius had released, and was able to return to the material body in Macragge.

"Hmm?" Zhou Yun was slightly stunned for a moment; he looked at Roboute Guilliman, who was bathed in blood and panting heavily.

Roboute Guilliman panted heavily, seemingly wanting to say something, but seemingly having exhausted his energy, unable to say anything.

Then, on the peak of Macragge, under the confused gazes of the three people and one Greater Daemon, Guilliman fell straight down, the Armor of Fate colliding with the marble ground, making a clanging sound.

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There was a silence on the peak of Macragge first, and then

"Stretcher team! Come quickly, stretcher team!"

"The invincible Lord Guilliman has fallen again!"

(End of chapter)