Chapter 372: Bad news came from the Warp

The flames of war burned fiercely in Tzeentch's domain. On the Moon, the Gene-Primarch Roboute Guilliman and his brother Ma Genusi also collided again.

Ma Genusi's muscles all over his body expanded until they squeezed each other, squirming and twisting like the roots of Catachan giant trees. Around him, the nine scars wound into blasphemous patterns.

Bird heads, eagle eyes, sorcery fire, flames of change, crows, etc. —nine patterns lurked on Ma Genusi's scarlet body, looking like hive city gang members who had undergone flesh modification.

"Muscle power is responding to me!"

"Muscle power! Rotate! Roar! Cheers!"

The scarlet fist smashed heavily on Guilliman's face. Guilliman was not to be outdone, smashing the Gauntlet of Ultramar, which could knock down a Titan with one punch, onto Ma Genusi's face.

The two Primarchs' faces were twisted for a time.

"Ma Genusi! Look at what you look like now!"

"Degenerate! Ugly! You are still begging for power from that blasphemous master of yours!!"

Roboute Guilliman's roar echoed, and the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Sword drew a gorgeous arc like a solar prominence, slashing heavily toward Ma Genusi's neck.

"I don't use those with big side effects, I'm all-natural, at most take some steroids given by the God of Muscles!"

Ma Genusi spoke incoherently, saying things Guilliman couldn't understand.

The Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Sword slashed directly on Ma Genusi's neck, but there was no surge of blood as Guilliman had expected.

Ma Genusi tightened the muscles on his neck, actually using those distinct, ferocious muscle fibers to resist the sharp edge of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Sword.

"The Changer of Ways injected a lot of power into Ma Genusi's body."

"At the same time, in order to make him subject to his control, the Changer of Ways followed Ma Genusi's muscle worldview and injected a pile of false knowledge related to muscle fitness into his brain."

Sanguinius's voice sounded in Zhou Yun's pocket, and the weakness in his voice had lessened a lot:

"Now in Ma Genusi's brain, the Changer of Ways is the God of Muscles, His blessing is steroids, and psychic power is muscle power."

"The most wonderful thing is that the current Ma Genusi is equivalent to an avatar of the Changer of Ways. In order to squeeze his will and power into Ma Genusi's body without rejection, Tzeentch had to distort the will injected into Ma Genusi's body into the posture of the God of Muscles."

"Fitness, muscle building, using drugs to pursue external muscle changes—Tzeentch is forcibly incorporating fitness and muscles into His domain."

"God of Muscles above! Train me!!!" Ma Genusi let out a roar, and a strange psychic power surged from his muscles.

This psychic power didn't cause any changes in the outside world, it just made Ma Genusi's muscles expand further, hard-opening the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Sword.

But Guilliman's combat experience made him react quickly. The golden flames containing the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's psychic power were directly sprinkled on Ma Genusi's single eye, making Ma Genusi feel pain suddenly.

Guilliman took the opportunity to withdraw his sword, and then violently concentrated all his power to thrust toward Ma Genusi's chest.

The Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Sword pierced Ma Genusi's left chest, and the surging golden flames gnawed at Ma Genusi's muscles like greedy wild wolves.

This made Ma Genusi let out a low growl, but he didn't seem to have suffered a very deep wound.

How could this be? Guilliman, as a Primarch, was infinitely sure that he had at least one heart on the left side, just like ordinary people.

Not only him, but other Primarch brothers should be similar!

But on the blade that pierced Ma Genusi's left chest, there was no feeling of piercing the heart.

"... Heart on the left? Is the heart on the left or the right again?"

Ma Genusi muttered to himself as if trying hard to recall:

"Hey! I'm fine now, the heart is indeed on the right!"

Guilliman's expression flashed with a dullness.

"He forgot whether his heart is on the left or the right, so his psychic power makes his heart in an uncertain state." Sanguinius opened his mouth leisurely in the 4D pocket again. At this moment, the sense of weakness in his voice had become very little.

Guilliman also noticed this, quickly pulled out the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Sword, retreated violently, and opened the distance from Ma Genusi.

"Hmph! Want to escape?"

The Crimson King roared, his legs stepped on the ground violently, stirring up a burst of gray-white interwoven dust. The muscles on his legs accumulated power like springs, and every tendon was coiled like a dragon. He jumped up and pounced toward Roboute Guilliman.

But at this moment, Zhou Yun again adjusted the gravity around Ma Genusi through the terraforming engine in the lunar core.

This time it wasn't strengthening, but letting the Moon's gravity return to its original appearance, returning to one-sixth of Earth's gravity.

Ma Genusi felt his body become light, he jumped too high, and flew directly over Guilliman's head.

And waiting for him was...

Golden light sprinkled from the pitch-black sky. In an instant, it made people think it was the light of the sun shining on the Moon.

Feathers, white with faint metallic blue, fell slowly from mid-air, light as phantoms, landing on the gray-white lunar surface.

In an instant, the cold, dead, and empty lunar surface added color, joy, and beauty.

The Battle Sister Canoness Superior Morvenn Vahl let out an excited cheer, then lowered her head and began to pray piously.

Even the Custodes, who often doubted the Primarchs and had no religious beliefs, were shocked by this moment, and their well-trained minds began to sway slightly.

Golden eyes carried peace, looking down at Ma Genusi from top to bottom. The teardrop-shaped *Spear of Biel-Tan* flashed with the cold light of the energy field.

Thus, the Primarch of the Ninth Legion, the Archangel Sanguinius, joined the battlefield.

The *Mars*-class battle cruiser burning with raging flames lay horizontally above the Tzeentch daemon domain like a ghost.

This warship seemed to have returned from the realm of death, returning to the endless conquest and crusade.

The warship's identification code announced its name to the Warp: *Imperial Icon*, a dead warship.

Standing on the bridge was a mortal wearing golden Solar Lord armor, wearing a laurel wreath on a burning skull.

That mortal looked down at Tzeentch's daemon domain, then looked back at the ghost warships constantly emerging in the fire behind him, looking at the identification codes of those dead warships.

The *Abominable Exemplar* that fell in the Rangdan Xenocides, the White Scars' flagship *Swordstorm*, Captain Garro's *Eisenstein*, the *Pure Fire* that sacrificed in the Gothic War... those dead warships that fought to the last moment were following behind him.

The corner of that mortal's mouth without flesh seemed to reveal a smile.

"Crusade, don't stop until the end of reality!"

He seemed to let out a war cry, and seemed to say nothing.

But on those thousands of ghost warships, the wild fire suddenly intensified a bit, and lances and macro-cannons poured onto Tzeentch's domain.

And on the other side of the battlefield, pitch-black smoke filled the battlefield, the smell of blood constantly emerged, and arrogant laughter poured out from war and slaughter.

The first Daemon Prince of Khorne, the *Seed of Destruction*, descended into Tzeentch's Crystal Labyrinth.

This Daemon Prince, ascended from an ancient Terra warlord, wore a cloak woven from the skulls of a thousand Space Marines, swung the Axe of Khorne, and led a large number of Bloodletters to reap Tzeentch's domain.

And Tzeentch himself was as anxious as a blue-feathered chicken on Crazy Thursday.

Besides the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang and Khorne, the coalition formed by Slaanesh and Nurgle was also quickly occupying those domains that originally belonged to Tzeentch.

Facing the Daemon Primarch Mortarion, the Greater Daemons and the sick wheat of Barbarus under Tzeentch were no different.

Tzeentch's own condition was not good either. On his ever-changing body, muscles actually began to faintly present themselves.

In order to squeeze his will and power into Ma Genusi's body without rejection, Tzeentch had to start accepting that fitness and muscle building were also part of change, accepting that constantly pursuing muscle growth was also pursuing change.

Muscles should have belonged to the domains of Slaanesh and Khorne; the pursuit of muscle aesthetics belonged to Slaanesh, and the pursuit of muscle power belonged to Khorne.

But now Tzeentch intervened, accepting that muscle building was also a kind of change.

This acceptance would directly reflect on Tzeentch himself and Tzeentch's domain, causing no small impact on Him, His Greater Daemons, and His followers.

If his domain hadn't been invaded, then Tzeentch could at least rely on his vast domain to constantly dilute this impact.

But now he was being invaded, constantly losing domains.

The loss of domain meant the loss of authority and concepts. The gods were plundering the concepts that Tzeentch and they intertwined.

But Slaanesh and Khorne seemed to be doing it on purpose, not moving the part of the domain related to muscles.

Other authorities and concepts decreased, the proportion of muscle authority and concepts would rise, and the impact on Tzeentch and Tzeentch's domain would also increase.

If this continues, I'm afraid there will be gyms in the Crystal Labyrinth in the future.

What made Tzeentch even more anxious was that he hadn't achieved a real advantage on the battlefield of the material universe.

Sanguinius had recovered and rejoined the battlefield.

Even if Ma Genusi was endowed with a lot of blessings by Him, he still couldn't defeat two Primarchs at the same time.

Especially since one of them was Sanguinius.

If this goes on, Tzeentch might even lose Ma Genusi.

The only choice now is...

"Gaga... everything is in the fat-loss plan... oh no, everything is according to plan."

On the Moon, Ma Genusi suddenly felt bursts of powerful "steroids" pouring into his body.

In an instant, his muscle power surged like a tide, constantly washing every part of his body, making his muscles expand more and more.

"Oh!!!! I feel muscle power has reached its peak!!"

"Coach! I want to take the Nine-Bird Acupuncture!!"

Ma Genusi roared, the muscles on his body almost expanded to the limit. Now his physique was even bigger and stronger than Vulkan's.

Then, in the dumbfounded eyes of Guilliman, Sanguinius, and Zhou Yun... Bang!!!!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 373 =====