Chapter 530: Guilliman: Macragge's Swearing

Within the light of teleportation, a round of ultramarine power fist smashed toward Har'ken the Star-Taker.

Har'ken instinctively drew the Spear of Hell, which was stuck atop the hive spire, wanting to block that power fist.

Yet that Chaos relic, which had tasted the blood of Emperors, demons, alien overlords, and Chaos Lords, was in the blink of an eye smashed, pierced, and crushed into a lump of rotten iron by this power fist.

Har'ken noticed the symbol of the Ultramarines on that power fist.

In an instant, Har'ken confirmed who the figure within the teleportation light was.

Among the Ultramarines, one who skillfully wielded a power fist was obviously the Ultramarines Chapter Master, Marius Cargan.

But Har'ken felt no fear; even if it were Cargan, what of it?

He had sworn to present this planet to the Warmaster within eighty days; after eighty days and nights turned, this planet would become a black gem on the Warmaster's crown.

No one could stop Har'ken, not even the Ultramarines Chapter Master.

"Cargan——————hmm?" Har'ken watched the gradually dissipating teleportation light as a figure, larger than Har'ken's mutated body, slowly emerged from the light.

Har'ken had heard that Cargan had fallen into death several times, with most of his body modified into machinery, thus his body was huge.

But... but this was far too huge?!

Har'ken almost felt as if he were standing before a towering giant god from ancient myths.

Especially when that giant god's eyes, beneath short golden hair, stared at him.

Har'ken felt as if he were being gazed upon by a ruler whose mind held only cold calculation and was unfathomably deep.

And this ruler only wished to bring him death.

Roboute Guilliman.

Descending before Har'ken was not the Ultramarines Chapter Master, but the Ultramarines Legion Master.

Har'ken's expression stiffened for a moment.

No, he should calm down.

The great Warmaster Abaddon once said that Guilliman was not skilled in combat among the Primarchs.

Perhaps he, Har'ken, the Warmaster's herald and proclaimer, could present a Primarch's head to the Warmaster as——————

The Hand of Dominion grabbed Har'ken's head; Har'ken did not even understand when the Primarch began to act.

The Primarch's fingers exerted force; Har'ken only felt his vision rise, rise, rise, until his head, connected to his spine, detached from his body.

In the orbit of the Vigilus system, the Macragge's Honour.

Zhou Yun, while making tsk-tsk-tsk sounds of sighing, looked at this row of heads.

The Farseer of the Aeldari Craftworld, the Plague Lord of the Purifying Plague Army, the Plague Raven Chaos Lord, the Iron Warriors Dimension Smith, the Ork Warboss, and the high-ranking members of the Gretchin.

Basically, the leaders of all factions opposing the Empire on Vigilus had had their heads removed by Guilliman.

Then Zhou Yun looked at the last head; it was the head of a Chaos Lord.

Seeing that head, Zhou Yun was slightly dazed for a moment.

"Isn't this my Eighty Brother?" Zhou Yun recognized this face; this Chaos Lord had a pawn in Zhou Yun's past life, so Zhou Yun had seen this face before.

"Eighty?" Guilliman raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Har'ken the Star-Taker, Abaddon's microphone; every time he invades a planet, he sticks his spear into the crust and then proclaims he will destroy this planet within eighty days and nights," Zhou Yun explained.

"... He had just landed on this planet for less than a minute before I removed his head," Guilliman said calmly.

Relying on the Anywhere Door, the Seeker Staff, the Blind Spot Star, and the information from the Harlequins, Guilliman killed the enemy high command of Vigilus in just half an hour.

Originally, Guilliman intended to rely on the Harlequins to launch a swift and decisive decapitation strike to defend Vigilus.

But he did not expect the Harlequins to be backstabbed by the Aeldari Craftworlds—a matter Guilliman pondered for three days and three nights without understanding the thinking of those Aeldari Craftworlds.

Clearly, the last three complete gods of the Aeldari, the Laughing God Xi Xi Xi Gaoqi, had reached a cooperation with the Empire; the Aeldari God of Death is now Zhou Yun, while Isha is offline in Nurgle's Garden.

By all rights, even if those Aeldari Craftworlds did not help, they should not have caused trouble.

But the result was that those Aeldari Craftworlds not only refused to acknowledge Zhou Yun as the Aeldari God of Death—after all, Zhou Yun himself did not feel he was a god.

But the Aeldari Craftworlds also expressed contempt for Xi Xi Xi Gaoqi, blindly worshipping gods like Asuryan who are already in Slaanesh's belly, looking down on Xi Xi Xi Gaoqi, a god who, in Guilliman's view, devoted himself entirely to the Aeldari; this was truly difficult for Guilliman to understand.

They also believed that the Harlequins serving and cooperating with humanity was simply defiling the nobility of the Aeldari and must be severely punished, causing the Harlequins' actions to be hindered.

Fortunately, Guilliman now has Sanguinius supporting half the Empire, and Zhou Yun's series of artifacts have improved the Empire's administrative and military efficiency; Guilliman could spare time to personally descend and solve the problem of Vigilus, preventing the war from dragging into a long and foul state.

The only thing Guilliman regretted was that Abaddon did not descend personally, only sending Har'ken the Star-Taker; otherwise, Guilliman would not have minded removing a scourge for the Empire.

"As for you, why did you suddenly come to find me?"

Guilliman summoned Cato Sicarius, signaling him to throw these heads onto Vigilus to deter the enemies of the Empire and boost the morale of the Imperial side.

However, if he had known Zhou Yun would come, he would not have needed to pick up these heads one by one; Zhou Yun brought a massive force of World Eaters, and the Conqueror was leading the fleet in battle.

Additionally, Zhou Yun visited the Dark Angels fleet within the star system; he did not know what method he used to persuade the Dark Angels, causing them to begin obeying orders to hunt down the Orks.

"I am about to enter a slumber," Zhou Yun said, staring at Guilliman.

"Slumber?" Guilliman frowned slightly; some not-so-pleasant memories suddenly arose in his mind.

He seemed to see the Emperor sitting alone on the Golden Wang Zuo, and himself lying within a stasis field for ten thousand years.

"Is something wrong with you?" Guilliman was somewhat anxious: "Is it a matter of the Warp?"

He knew Sanguinius and Zhou Yun were constructing faith directed at Zhou Yun; he was not very familiar with the Warp and did not voice opposition, but he was still somewhat worried.

"No, do not worry," Zhou Yun shook his head and simply told Guilliman the specific reason.

Before using the Three-Year Sleeping Pillow, he could not judge exactly how long he would need to slumber, but with the Mad Clock adjusting time, it would not be too long in any case.

"You know what items are available at the Future Department Store; list the items I might need during my slumber for me, and I will exchange for them."

"I have a way to solve the money needed, but I need you to arrange a team of guards for me; I may need to enter the Eye of Terror once."

"You wish to enter the boundary between the Warp and reality?" Guilliman frowned: "This is too dangerous; I can temporarily spare a few hours; shall I accompany you? Or perhaps Sanguinius's side..."

"No, no need," Zhou Yun shook his head: "There is news I have not yet told you..."

Guilliman sensed Zhou Yun's tone was somewhat strange; Guilliman instinctively felt something ominous.

He asked cautiously, "Is it bad news or good news?"

"Good mixed with a bit of bad, bad mixed with a bit of good, but the bad isn't purely bad, and the good isn't purely good."

"You might be a little happy, but it's unlikely you'll be very happy."

Zhou Yun mumbled a string of indistinct words.

But sweat streamed down Ji Li Man's forehead; he had already begun to guess what Zhou Yun wanted to say.

Zhou Yun fell silent for a moment, then silently reached his hand into the fourth-dimensional pocket.

Suddenly, the fourth-dimensional pocket swelled violently, and Zhou Yun dragged out an elder clad in dark green power armor, with interwoven gold and white hair, a beard encircling his face, and eyes closed in slumber.

Ji Li Man gazed at that face, resembling an aged lion.

"Macragge curses!" Ji Li Man instantly dropped the politician's mask and instinctively cursed aloud.

(End of this chapter)