Chapter 354: Do you buy health products? Do you believe in the Imperial Truth?

"Pfft hahahaha"

Sanguinius didn't laugh very loudly, but Ma Genusi cleared the top floor of the Revenge of Tizca to leave the battlefield to him and himself. In the empty and quiet environment, even his not-so-loud laughter was particularly conspicuous.

The Archangel pursed his smile and looked at Ma Genusi.

He felt that if Zhou Yun were here, he would definitely say jokes like Russ stepping on Ma Genusi's back, making Ma Genusi angry like an Ork who couldn't count.

But Sanguinius himself just showed a curious expression, asking in a tone as gentle as persuading a friend who had entered a pyramid scheme:

"Why do you think you are the strongest among the Primarchs? How did the Changer of Ways tell you?"

"He once told me personally, on the eve of the destruction of Prospero, in the reflected mirror."

Ma Genusi was annoyed by Sanguinius's laughter, but still tried to maintain the coldness in his tone.

Even after ten thousand years, he still tended to use language and knowledge to argue his wisdom.

So he said:

"The Changer of Ways once personally announced to me: Horus was just an alternative, a secondary, unqualified option."

"I am the first choice, the first choice to trigger the end and death, the first choice to open the cycle of creation and annihilation."

"He saw great potential in us. The reason he chose Horus was just because I was too powerful at the time, and they couldn't transform me."

Ma Genusi raised his head, as if declaring:

"But the Changer of Ways promised that I would belong to their group one day——————what are you laughing at?!"

Ma Genusi looked at Sanguinius in front of him, his one eye glaring.

The smile at the corner of Sanguinius's mouth was almost impossible to suppress. He seemed to be trying his best to restrain himself, not letting himself laugh out loud.

"Oh, so they have said this to you too." Sanguinius smiled at Ma Genusi and said.

"Also?" Ma Genusi was stunned on the spot, blinking his one eye blankly: "They?"

"... Only the Changer of Ways has said this to you?"

Sanguinius seemed surprised:

"Did the Plague God, the Blood God, and the Dark Prince not participate? Then you actually believed it?"

"You know that our father's words cannot be believed, yet you still believe in the Changer of Ways, who is ranked as one of the five biggest liars in the galaxy alongside Him!"

Looking at Ma Genusi, whose face was a bit dull, Sanguinius hesitated for a moment.

He had heard a sentence used to mock people's brains from Zhou Yun, but the aggressiveness of that sentence was too strong...

"Do you buy health products?" Sanguinius still said sincerely: "Do you believe in the Imperial Truth?"

"I *Prospero swear word* you!"

Ma Genusi roared angrily.

The Tzeentchian witch-fire burned fiercely on the blade in his hand. A short spell was spat out from Ma Genusi's mouth. Time surged on him instantly. In almost the blink of an eye, Ma Genusi killed his way to Sanguinius, and the Blade of Ma Genusi slashed horizontally at Sanguinius.

But Sanguinius's speed was so fast that it seemed to accelerate time. The effects of the high-efficiency pill and the acceleration gear both played a role.

The Spear of Telesto and the Blade of Ma Genusi collided on the Tizca pyramid.

Colorful lightning balls emerged from the Warp torrents around, forming chains and smashing toward Sanguinius.

But Sanguinius only trembled his wings to suppress the Warp around him, as if he were a lighthouse of order. No matter how chaotic the torrent was, it had to calm down beside him.

The two separated abruptly after a short collision. They both already knew the other's state.

Ma Genusi glared, his scarlet hair burning like fire. The gold and silver interlaced armor shone like new casting. Every bit of flesh and blood was surging with ether torrents.

But he finally laughed in anger.

"That scar is still there, the scar left when Horus tore your flesh and blood, the evidence of your failure. That scar contains the power of the gods, and it has burned into your existence itself, spanning time and space."

"You won't last long. That wound is still hurting your body. It will expand if you relax a little!"

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

Sanguinius's voice was calm and elegant, almost sweet:

"But who gave you the confidence to think that before I can't hold on, I can't cut off your head?"

"Brother, do you think you are Horus?"

Ma Genusi let out a wild roar. The raging fire and thunder shattered the top floor of the entire Tizca pyramid.

The two Primarchs collided again, and the light of witchcraft and the holy golden light shone throughout the Warp.

The seven Lords of Change and Fateweaver Kairos stood on the fragments of the Webway. Their whispers mixed with bird calls kept hitting the torrents in the Warp, evoking waves of witchcraft and smashing toward the line formed by Guilliman, Mephiston, and Jainas.

And Zhou Yun led the Fat Tiger Daemon and a group of Astartes to collide with Ahriman's Prodigal Warband.

!

To be honest, Zhou Yun couldn't figure out why it should be Guilliman and Kairos fighting.

After all, in the official history, Guilliman actually fell under a spell carefully prepared by Kairos.

Kairos used that spell to awaken the negative and dark emotions that had been accumulating in Guilliman's heart since his return. Those fatigue, pain, and struggle all turned into chains that bound Guilliman.

If it were a head-on confrontation, Guilliman would have no possibility of losing to Kairos. But in official history, the one who truly defeated Guilliman was never Kairos, but the dark and broken status quo of the Empire and the suffering endured by humanity.

According to the initial conception, it should be Sanguinius vs. Ma Genusi, Zhou Yun vs. Kairos, Guilliman vs. Ahriman.

But this plan was rejected by the Right-Wrong Divination Machine.

In the plan judged by the Right-Wrong Divination Machine as the optimal solution, it was Zhou Yun vs. Ahriman, Guilliman vs. Kairos.

Fortunately, the two sides were not far apart. If something really went wrong, Zhou Yun could also fly to support quickly.

Zhou Yun calmed down and focused on facing the Tzeentchian champion Ahriman in front of him.

Ahriman was surrounded by Rubric Marines, protecting himself with several thick psychic barriers, constantly releasing spells remotely to consume the power of Zhou Yun's side, with a posture of never leaving the psychic barrier and wanting to fight a war of attrition with Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun touched his chin. The Fat Tiger Daemon wearing a superpower hat beside him flashed, grabbed a Rubric Marine from the battlefield,

Before Ahriman could react, the Fat Tiger Daemon teleported back to Zhou Yun's side and brought the Rubric Marine in his hand to Zhou Yun's side.

Zhou Yun grinned, and the power of the Lord of Death obtained by devouring Ynnari brewed in his hand. That great power capable of reversing life and death surged into the Rubric Marine's body...

"Where is this? Why am I here?"

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

"Ahriman mentor! What is the situation! How is the war situation on Terra? Is the Primarch okay?!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 355 =====