Chapter 705: Guilliman: Doing this trick again??

Guilliman looked at Mortarion somewhat dazed, not understanding how Mortarion had calculated this conclusion.

In Guilliman's view, the numbers shown by these six dice could simply piece together hundreds or thousands of different explanations.

Mortarion explained the nine, seven, six, nine, six, and infinity as Magnus being thrown into the Well of Eternity by Tzeentch and shaped into some kind of weapon to attack Guilliman.

Then Guilliman could also explain it as nine representing Tzeentch, seven representing Nurgle, and nine, seven, six, nine representing Tzeentch and Nurgle doing 69.

Six represents Slaanesh, plus infinity means Slaanesh drew infinite power from the 69 of Tzeentch and Nurgle.

Explaining it this way also makes perfect sense!

Although he felt in his heart that Mortarion was just forcing an explanation, Guilliman didn't dare to be slow in his actions.

Although numerology was..., its effects had already been personally verified by Guilliman.

Guilliman quickly issued instructions to the fleet through communication, requiring them to prepare for war.

But Mortarion opposite him shook his head slightly.

"It's too late." The Lord of the Death Guard said so. Guilliman actually sensed a hint of horror on Mortarion's face.

It was as if this master of numerology had seen something extremely terrifying...

Wailing.

The Macragge's Honour began to wail.

Those servitors connected in the warship began to twitch and scream uncontrollably. Communication became disordered. Disorderly wails, screams, and more roars sufficient to tear apart a mortal's spirit came from within.

Guilliman heard some twisted voices. Those voices seemed to come from a more distant world.

"This is a warning... from Ultramar. Rebellion has occurred, Guilliman has betrayed the Human Hua Hua Hua Di Huang..." Guilliman recognized the voice; it was the voice of his son, Thiel.

"Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! The Blood Angels are coming!! The Ghoul Horde is coming!!" Screams, sharp roars, with manic laughter mixed in the background. That laughter sounded very much like Sanguinius.

"Lord of Secrets and Lies! Lion! My son! You once led us to slay beasts, but now why have you become a beast yourself?" That was Luther's voice, and after that was the roar of a beast, exactly the same as Lion's.

"I must immediately and at once remind my father, Lion El'Jonson, the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's first-born son has been corrupted by the malice in Chaos! Rune Priest, cooperate with me to send a message to Terra!" That was Russ's voice, full of anxiety, and then Guilliman seemed to hear something break, heard the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's roar, and Russ's panicked apology.

"... Although our Empire has collapsed, although unspeakable terror has descended upon us, although reason and order have left the universe, leaving only cruelty and madness, we are still here..." It sounded like Lorgar's voice, but his voice was...

"You ask me why the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang is a woman? The Primarchs are also women? This starts from the first base-rape of humanity... The Slaanesh of this dimension is very strong. Slaanesh crossed time to influence the past, letting the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's uncle not kill the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's father, but instead raped the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's father in a wheat field. The Hua Hua Hua Di Huang witnessed this scene and awakened the female... in his heart." This voice was similar to Sanguinius, but it was a female voice, and a confused exclamation from Zhou Yun came from the opposite side.

What the hell is all this?!

Intense psychic impact swept through Guilliman's will. He saw a series of shattered images, some related to the voices just now, some seeming to come from a more distant world. Various sounds, various scenes, whether despair or joy, were mixed together, dyeing Guilliman's vision into a brilliant piece.

He retreated a few steps, falling to the ground abruptly. There were some fragments in his memory.

He saw himself tearing apart Sanguinius's throat with his own hands, saw Corax launching an assassination against him while bathing in blood, saw his spirit connected with millions of Ultramarines...

Those memories did not belong to him, but they were as if he had personally experienced them. These memories were like a mass of sticky liquid, constantly devouring Guilliman's will.

"Guilliman!" A gloomy roar seemed to come from another distant world, and a foul-smelling wind struck—

Slap!!!

The pain on his face woke Guilliman up. His vision gradually became clear.

Mortarion slowly withdrew the slap he had just given on Guilliman's face.

"Sober?" Mortarion asked.

Guilliman sensed the gas around him was losing. He discovered in horror that one side of the Macragge's Honour had been torn apart in the impact that just erupted, and this office of his was exposed to a vacuum environment.

"Bad! My helmet! I—"

Slap!

Mortarion slapped Guilliman's other cheek again.

"You are a Primarch, you can survive without breathing, your skin is enough to resist a vacuum, your organs can maintain survival in the void. What are you looking for a helmet for? It seems you are still not sober."

Guilliman was still somewhat dazed, but he noticed that he seemed to be able to breathe without a helmet.

Was this some kind of numerology effect?

Guilliman noticed that some branches were floating beside Mortarion, and some orange-yellow cysts were hanging on these branches. These cysts were gathering together bit by bit.

Guilliman turned his head to look at the command panel that had not yet been destroyed. Tens of thousands of energy runes were constantly flickering on it. Tens of thousands of signals were constantly being extinguished, like sparks in the night sky, but finally, the starlight was extinguished, leaving only a sun circling.

On the command panel, only one massive energy reaction remained, sharp and piercing.

"What happened?" Guilliman roared toward Mortarion. He felt the air around him becoming thinner and thinner, and the efficiency of conducting sound should also have decreased.

"Why are you roaring so loudly?" Mortarion roared back.

"Thin air will affect sound transmission. Soon this place will become a vacuum. Put on your helmet, use communication—"

"We are Primarchs, Primarchs can speak in a vacuum!"

Guilliman was stunned for a moment.

"Why?" He asked.

"Because we are Primarchs! Guilliman, what is your extraordinary brain thinking about all day? Eldar secretaries?" Mortarion observed the cysts on the branches before him.

"Even Primarchs can't ignore physical laws!" Guilliman continued.

"Shut up, is it you who understands materialism or me?" Mortarion cursed.

Guilliman was speechless, shaking his head and putting the helmet on his head first.

"What on earth happened?" He questioned again.

Mortarion turned his head and saw Guilliman still put on the helmet. His already gloomy face became even more twisted.

"Shouldn't you have more experience than me?"

Mortarion sneered and said to Guilliman:

"You have experienced similar things, have you forgotten this already?"

Similar things.

Guilliman felt pain in his throat. Some memories that even he didn't want to recall surged from his mind.

Nine hours, 3,200 of our warships, and 6,000... 6,000 Vengeful Spirits.

Every time he thought of that scene, Guilliman suspected it was his hallucination. Even when Dorn questioned him why he failed to arrive at Terra within nine hours as agreed, he didn't dare to say what he saw at that time. It was too incredible. ===== CHAPTER 706 =====