Chapter 295

The scorching and dazzling sun of Macragge shot its light onto that crown made of pure gold, brushing over every tiny and exquisite micro-carving on the crown, and the gorgeous golden light reflected from it sprinkled on Ultramar Avenue and the surrounding buildings, wrapping the marble platform together with the Fatty Tiger Greater Daemon disguised as Guilliman into it.

The mortals on the surrounding marble buildings let out a burst of exclamation.

That gorgeous golden light swept over them, reflecting on the walls, and the light and shadow constantly flowed as if projecting the scenes micro-carved on the golden crown onto them.

In the constantly flowing brilliance, both mortals and Astartes saw various scenes full of honor.

A victory of a great crusade, a duel worth being commemorated by history, the coronation of a great Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, the beginning of a brand-new era, the submission of a thousand planets...

All the honor, brilliance, and power in this world seemed to be carved on that crown. Whoever wore it could become the owner of these honors.

People marveled at the exquisite craftsmanship of the crown, marveled at the beauty of the crown, and marveled at the scenes of honor it displayed.

Wear it!

This expectation was born from the bottom of the hearts of all sentient beings. They were not longing for themselves to wear it, but longing for Roboute Guilliman to wear it.

After all, such a crown, such honor, only Roboute Guilliman was worthy of it.

Wear it!

Such expectations formed ripples of emotion, stirring up waves in the Warp.

But they did not notice that mixed in these waves were the wriggling sound of snakes and lewd laughter.

Wear it!

The crown itself said so:

"Only you are worthy of wearing me, Roboute Guilliman!"

"The Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's most perfect son! Humanity's ruler! The embodiment of honor!"

"Wear me! Wear me! I will bring all honor and brilliance to you!"

That dazzling golden light seemed to turn into slender little snakes extending from the crown, bit by bit wrapping around the Fatty Tiger Greater Daemon's hands, tempting him to pick up the crown...

Wear it! Wear it! Wear it! Wear it! Wear it!

Ten thousand people longed for it in unison, one hundred thousand people longed for it in unison, one million people longed for it in unison, ten million people longed for it in unison...

Such longing was so strong that it was enough to push a Primarch to instinctively take action.

If it were those Primarchs who had a clear perception of the Warp, perhaps they would perceive it, but Guilliman could not.

The lewd giant snake of the Warp wriggled its body, letting out a cackling laugh.

He watched Guilliman reach out his hand and pick up that Crown of Glory.

He watched Guilliman slowly buckle that crown onto his golden hair.

He watched the golden streamers on the crown flash by, seeping into Guilliman's mind.

He let out a sharp cheer, drilling into Guilliman's consciousness along with the crown.

Cegorach's Veilwalker was about to vomit. She felt her internal organs twisted into a ball, not in the position they should have been.

In order to prevent insufficient time, her Harlequin brothers and sisters went to Commorragh to find a Haemonculus to remove the Mind-Lock Scarab from her body.

A Haemonculus!

The most disgusting, cruel, crazy, sadistic cockroach, scum, and pervert in the entire galaxy!

The ancestors of this group of dark scum were the madmen who were the most lewd, crazy, and addicted to pleasure in the Aeldari Empire back then.

This group of people was addicted to torture, loved to appreciate the wails of blood and flesh, loved pain and fear, and was also a master of flesh shaping.

That Haemonculus indeed displayed his amazing skills, taking only a few minutes to remove the Necron nanobot Mind-Lock Scarab.

It was just that when recalling the process, Cegorach's Veilwalker still could not help but shiver.

Her body was almost dismantled into fragments! Dismantled into fragments alive, and then reassembled by the Haemonculus!

What made Cegorach's Veilwalker feel the most uncomfortable was that after reassembling, why were there still extra parts left over!

She clearly saw that after the Haemonculus reassembled her body, there were still several pieces of flesh, organs, and glands left!

This is absolutely problematic!

Cegorach's Veilwalker wanted to protest, but her weak body made even speaking very difficult, and she could only let the Harlequins carry her and shuttle quickly between the cities of Macragge...

She was brought to a city built among the narrow mountains. This city was much more dilapidated than Magna Macragge City.

There was almost no pure white marble in it, almost all of it was piled up from rough granite, and the city was also distributed with tombs, temples, and halls full of barbaric atmosphere.

"Illyrium." Cegorach's Veilwalker whispered the name of this city.

Here was the barbarian settlement on Macragge ten thousand years ago, the last land on Macragge to be conquered, and it was once the base for opposing Guilliman's adoptive father, King Konor.

In later days, it had also become a stronghold for Konrad Curze to ravage.

Recently, traces of followers of the Plague God had also been found here.

To use a sentence from Boss Zhou Yun, that is a place full of talents.

"What are we doing here?" Cegorach's Veilwalker asked in a weak voice.

"Actually, there is also a Webway entrance on Macragge, hidden beneath this Illyrium."

"It was just that in order not to be exposed to humanity at that time, and this city was also occupied by the Black Legion at that time, the Laughing God guided to another exit."

The Harlequins carried Cegorach's Veilwalker and drilled into Illyrium.

"That's enough!"

The Sublime Avatar, who had been beaten black and blue, roared loudly at the single-horned one, whose half-body had been burned by melta weapons.

Zhou Yun's marksmanship had really opened the eyes of the two Harlequins.

Both Harlequins were avatars of gods, and the flexibility of their bodies had long since exceeded the limits that the physical universe could accommodate.

Relying only on their own flesh, they could easily shuttle between bullets and would never be hit.

But Zhou Yun could hit every shot, and every bullet fell precisely on the single-horned one.

It was truly a pity that the single-horned one bore a large amount of Slaaneshi corruption and blessings, equivalent to Slaanesh's avatar in the world, otherwise, in the face of that series of almost certain-hit melta pistols of Zhou Yun, ordinary Harlequins without armor would probably have been burned to ashes long ago.

And the Sublime Avatar was also having a hard time; his opponent was Roboute Guilliman, a Primarch who completely hid his figure.

Even as the Laughing God's avatar, he could not withstand that Ultramar fist that suddenly popped out.

And Guilliman also deliberately hit his face, beating him black and blue.

The Sublime Avatar had had enough.

However, the single-horned one's performance was becoming more and more strange. She could not help but let out a comfortable moan when hit by the melta pistol, as if enjoying this feeling.

And, her expression was also becoming more and more crazy. The Sublime Avatar felt a bit of bad omen.

In order to fight against Zhou Yun, Cegorach specially selected this single-horned one who was on the verge of madness at that time.

The closer to madness, the closer to Slaanesh, and the more powerful... This single-horned one's power had even surpassed many Slaaneshi Greater Daemons.

But looking at it now, if dragging on, the single-horned one's state might also not be very good.

I don't know why, but how come it feels like Slaanesh's gaze cast toward Macragge seems to be a lot now?

At this time, Cegorach's Veilwalker had retreated to the Webway gate, and they should also run away.

The Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Sword, burning with undying bright flame, illuminated the dark corridor covered by Wraithbone, slashing heavily toward the Sublime Avatar who was trying to retreat.

The single-horned one let out a sharp cry, her figure constantly tossing in the darkness, actually briefly keeping up with Roboute Guilliman's movements.

Two sharp blades interlaced, blocking Roboute Guilliman's sword in front of the Sublime Avatar.

But it was limited to blocking this sword.

Guilliman knew Zhou Yun's purpose. Since the Aeldari began to retreat, it meant Cegorach's Veilwalker had already escaped.

Then he could also exert a little more strength...

The single-horned one let out a wail, her whole body ignited by the undying bright flame from the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's psychic power, and there was a ferocious bloodstain on her chest.

No one saw clearly when Guilliman swung the second sword.

Even the Sublime Avatar, who was the Laughing God's avatar, did not see clearly, and even when he was thinking about what had happened, Guilliman's attack had already arrived before him.

The Sublime Avatar only felt a hurricane come before him, and then the steel fist heavily knocked on his chest, his internal organs twisted, and his whole person flew backward, heavily hitting the bulkhead, and even the Wraithbone covering the bulkhead was twisted and shattered along with it.

"Destroy this entire freighter!!!" The Sublime Avatar roared in pain.

This was the plan they had prepared. If they could not escape in the end, then destroy this entire freighter directly.

Even humanity's Reaper and the Gene-Primarch, presumably, would find it difficult to act in a vacuum.

By then, the single-horned one, the Bonesinger, and the Sublime Avatar, who had prepared measures to deal with the vacuum in advance, could take the opportunity to escape.

As if hearing the Sublime Avatar's order, the Wraithbone interspersed inside the ship began to grow and reconstruct, instantly gushing out from the bulkhead, interspersing in the corridor like tree branches.

"Yes, that's it! Destroy the entire freighter—PUH! What are you doing!"

Before the Sublime Avatar could finish his words, strips of Wraithbone suddenly pierced through his body, pinning him firmly to the bulkhead.

Not only him, the single-horned one also enjoyed the same treatment. The Wraithbone seemed to have been turned against, piercing into her flesh one by one, making the single-horned one let out moans of comfort.

The Sublime Avatar looked at this scene completely blankly.

He discovered that the communication between him and the Bonesinger was interrupted, only hearing a tragic scream coming from the Bonesinger's side.

"I just thought about it."

Zhou Yun, standing among the Wraithbone bushes, looked at the Sublime Avatar with a smile:

"You say, is Wraithbone also a kind of machine creation?"

"Since it can be used as a weapon, weapons are clearly machines, and equipment that builds houses is clearly also a machine."

"Wraithbone can turn into a warship, warships are clearly machines."

"Then Wraithbone is clearly also a machine. Although Wraithbone is a pure Warp substance, no one stipulates that Warp substances cannot be machines!"