Chapter 648: Sanguinius: How the hell is it you!

"Mother..." Guilliman's voice trembled as he gently held that aged hand with his own large one.

"You are so tired, child." The aged woman looked at Guilliman with gentle eyes, her voice full of pity: "You always give yourself so many responsibilities, and so many people rely on you, making them forget that you also need to rest."

"I am a Primarch, Madam, you don't need to worry about me." Guilliman revealed a smile that could be called sunny; he adjusted the muscles on his face to make the fatigue on his face a little less.

"Then you are also a person, my child..." the aged woman said with a heart-aching tone.

Guilliman opened his mouth slightly, wanting to say something, but in the end, thousands of words turned into one sentence...

"You are right, Madam." Guilliman said softly: "I promise you, I will rest well."

This made a little smile appear on the old woman's face. The woman turned her head and looked to the side:

"My Lord, won't you come and chat with your child? Look at him, he is so haggard."

Guilliman froze because of the woman's words, his body feeling almost stiff.

"Madam Tarasha Euton, he is a monarch. How can a monarch pour out his inner bitterness to another man?"

"Even if that man is his father, it won't do. This is the self-esteem of a man and a monarch."

"... Robert, if there is anything uncomfortable, you should talk more to Madam Euton. It is never shameful to pour out your heart to your mother."

"Lord Konor." Guilliman realized who the man standing behind him was.

"... Just call me Father, child." That majestic voice with a hint of vicissitudes said.

Guilliman turned his head and looked at the mortal man standing behind him. He was much thinner than Guilliman, and even less comparable to the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang of the past.

But Guilliman, the Regent of the Human Empire, perhaps the most powerful person among all humans, actually knelt on one knee before that mortal, making his head level with his.

"Father!" Guilliman said earnestly.

"You have grown so tall!" King Konor's voice rose a little, a bit surprised, a bit happy, as if he were talking about Guilliman's height, and as if he were praising Guilliman's achievements: "I am truly sorry, child."

"I left too suddenly, leaving you alone to face the chaos on Macragge, but you are a much better monarch than I am, and you have done very well."

"I am also very sorry. You are an excellent son, but relatively speaking, I am a mediocre father."

"For the problems you have faced and are facing now, my shallow teachings cannot provide any help."

"No!" Guilliman interrupted King Konor softly, his tone rising slightly: "It is precisely because of the teachings of you and Madam Euton that I have been able to support myself until now."

"You don't need to comfort your insignificant foster father. I am just a governor on a planet; how can I teach you to rule a galaxy?" King Konor shook his head with a smile.

"No, Father, you didn't teach me how to rule."

Guilliman lowered his head, and a drop of water faintly slid across his knee armor.

"What you taught me is something far more sincere than ruling."

The dream became blurry, like a pool of ink dispersing in water, like sunlight dispersing in fog, leaving only a warm, gentle touch lingering in Guilliman's heart...

Blood, fresh blood, and corpses were piled up on the land that had been bombed.

Fulgrim wandered through this land in confusion. He had never seen everything before him, and it was not in his memory.

He knew he was dreaming, but this dream was very strange.

He had just even seen a World Eater wearing blue and white intertwined power armor, exposing one arm, hanging on the front of a Sicaran belonging to the Sons of Horus, driving toward the distance.

Fulgrim recognized that it was Khârn, the Captain of the 8th Assault Company of the World Eaters, but Fulgrim did not know that Khârn had the hobby of being a car hood ornament.

Fulgrim raised his head slightly and looked at the scorching black sun hanging in the sky.

That sun was so black that it made people feel fearful, looking down at the earth like a single eye.

"Is this your test? Father!" Fulgrim raised his head and said to the black sun.

"We prefer to call it punishment." A muffled voice sounded behind Fulgrim, as if it came from a coffin.

Fulgrim turned his head gently and looked behind him.

It was a Contemptor Dreadnought painted in Phoenix purple, towering, sacred, and ancient. One hand was a twin-linked lascannon, and the other was a power claw with a built-in flamer.

"Rylanor? My Ancient!"

Fulgrim recognized this Dreadnought from his memory. He was one of the most venerable warriors among the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Children.

The moment he saw him, Fulgrim suddenly realized:

"This is Isstvan III."

"You finally remembered, traitor!" Rylanor growled.

Behind him, countless purple figures emerged. Those were the loyalist Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Children who had been betrayed by Fulgrim on Isstvan III.

"... Abdemon, Demeter, Kaven, Kaesoron, Sorasol, Rakatio, Vespasian, Zaven, and Saul Tarvitz."

Fulgrim read the names of those loyalist warriors:

"My respectable descendants, the conscience of our legion."

"Shut up, traitor!" A cold, low growl sounded.

A warrior belonging to the 34th Millennium Company of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Children let out an angry shout, uncontrollably pouncing toward his Primarch.

This company as a whole maintained its loyalty to the Empire, but they refused to become Blackshields like the loyalists of other rebel legions, abandoning the name of the legion.

These Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Children proudly maintained their purple and gold color scheme, hunting down those traitors who had tarnished the name of the legion until they perished.

Fulgrim did not move, letting that warrior pierce his power sword into his body.

"Hanno, Lieutenant of the 34th Millennium Company 'Death Eagles'." Fulgrim said the name of that warrior softly: "I remember your sword is named 'Phoenix Light'. You said this is because you hope your sword is as sharp as the light released from my body."

"Look at me now, tell me, can you see the light of the past on me?"

Fulgrim's voice was so gentle, so moving, that the warrior showed a momentary hesitation.

"Do you still want to bewitch us?" The power claw whistled, grabbing Fulgrim's body and pressing it firmly to the ground.

The Ancient Rylanor overwhelmed Fulgrim's body, and an Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Child walked over slowly, holding a sharp blade, and stabbed it directly into Fulgrim's throat.

Blood spilled from Fulgrim's mouth. He felt his vocal cords being torn, but the sword disappeared out of thin air, as if it had melted into Fulgrim's throat and disappeared.

"Because of your betrayal, we take away your voice, so that you can no longer boast of your perfection." Rylanor looked down at Fulgrim and said.

"No matter." Fulgrim opened his mouth gently. He found that his voice had become hoarse, unpleasant, sharp, and disgusting, "This does not affect my perfection. My perfection does not need to be boasted about."

Four more Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Children came to Fulgrim's side, holding slender sharp blades in their hands, pressing against Fulgrim's limbs.

"Because of your betrayal, we take away your martial arts, so that you can no longer use force to promote your perfection." Rylanor judged coldly.

The sharp blade pierced into Fulgrim's limbs. Intense pain invaded Fulgrim's whole body, making him feel that all his bones were shattered, and his whole body was weak and unbearable.

"This also does not affect my perfection." Fulgrim supported his body and looked at Rylanor and said: "My perfection does not come from violence."

"Then we will take away your intelligence because of your betrayal, so that you cannot play tricks and pretend to be perfect."

The sharp blade pierced into Fulgrim's brow, stirring his brain. Fulgrim felt his thinking become very slow, very slow, very slow, slower than a mortal. ===== CHAPTER 649 =====