Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

In an instant, Guilliman's mind was filled with countless thoughts, and various scenes flashed quickly.

Every picture fragment showed him a bright future.

In front of those who are about to obtain those unworldly feats.

The small victory in front of him is not worth mentioning at all.

He will have hundreds of giant structures like the Colossus of Retribution.

Commanding an unprecedented majestic division.

Complete the Indomitable Crusade with ease.

Plant the banner of victory in every corner of the galaxy.

His sculptures stand in every world.

Every citizen is talking about his achievements.

The warriors loved him so much.

So much so that being able to die for the great Lord of Ultramar will be the highest praise for each of them.

Countless world galaxies and even star regions liberated by him were renamed after him.

The self-proclaimed noble ancient Eldar became his vassals, relying on human beings to survive in the universe.

Many noble Eldar have even become his servants.

Even the leader of the Death Army, Evelyn, is the same.

The mighty Necrons are like wild dogs whose spines have been severed in front of human beings.

There is no choice but to hide in Tibet in a panic.

Even the Tyranid Zerg that devoured everything was destroyed like a plaything in front of him.

Even the Hive Will, a threat to the Chaos Gods, was terrified, fleeing the glory of the great Primarch.

The mysterious and unpredictable subspace has become the back garden of human beings.

Powerful, the Chaos Gods who claim to last forever are hiding in Tibet like stray dogs, terrified all day long.

The soldiers loved him so deeply that it was the highest honor for everyone to die for him.

Countless worlds, galaxies and even star sectors liberated by him will be renamed after him.

Sculptures glorifying Guilliman can be found in every corner of the Empire.

Even the golden throne of Terra will be waiting for him.

His father's legacy would not be enough to reward this great and wise holy Primarch.

By the end, Guilliman looked beyond the galaxy.

Launch your own unparalleled legion, fight around and get more stars.

Even through the subspace veil, set your sights on other universes.

All things will bow under his feet.

Whether it is the universe or the Creator, they will all succumb to the feet of the real lord of mankind.

Even immortal gods, even eternal beings, or indescribable ancient gods still need to kneel down and swear allegiance to the Lord of Humanity.

He will cross everything and achieve grand plans and great achievements that the world can't imagine.

Anna smiled when she saw Guilliman's appearance.

It didn't look like her own smile at all.

It's more like a stronger will has manipulated the woman's body, seeing Guilliman's appearance through her eyes.

At the same time, there was a cry of excitement from the depths of the warp.

"My brother, you are so arrogant, trying to be above everything. It's a pity that you will never be able to do those things. From now on, you will become the plaything of the God of Pleasure, existing for his will."

As the laughter in the subspace became more smug, the smile on Anna's face became brighter.

But suddenly, the laughter in the subspace disappeared.

The smile on Anna's face stagnated.

There was an incredible look in her eyes.

Guilliman reached out and took off the crown of glory, his eyes became clear.

"Things are well done, but it's a pity that these things can't shake me. This is the result I will inevitably achieve, just like 1+1=2. It is inevitable. What kind of temptation is this?"

Guilliman channeled the power in his body slightly, and a golden flame rose up, burning the wreath to ashes.

"How is it possible!!" Facing this scene, Anna showed disbelief, and staggered back two steps, her eyes full of fear.

"Demon?" Grand Teacher Wodaisi finally confirmed the confusion in his heart.

The planetary governor of Vitria has been corrupted by the Warp.

She became a beacon for demons, a beacon for those who were in the warp to enter the real universe.

He walked up and grabbed each other.

When the Gray Knight's blessed gauntlet touched the opponent's body, there was a hissing sound.

Anna, dressed in a luxurious robe, began to twist and deform.

Illusions that blind perception are dispelled,

Anna's true face is revealed.

The original noble and graceful appearance has disappeared.

That inhuman appearance is chilling.

It was a tentacled, scaled, hideous body with fangs and a tail.

Guilliman stared at the disgusting thing of chaos, and a familiar whisper sounded in his head.

The neighing like the language of the snake was only heard during the battle of Thesala.

"Fulgrim," said Guilliman, "you took possession of the traitor's body?"

"Guilliman, I haven't seen you in ten thousand years. You are becoming more and more eloquent." Anna stuck out her long tongue and made a hissing sound, "These mortal bodies can be easily seduced, as long as they have desires and pursuits in their hearts. , you can easily trick them and become puppet playthings at your fingertips."

"However, I am surprised that you can get rid of the vanity brought by the crown of vanity."

Guilliman said blankly, "Nothing is impossible, your vision is too low, and you have no way to think at the level of a top person like me."

"Your temptation is like a farmer fantasizing about giving the emperor a golden hoe to drive him crazy with greed. Ten thousand years have passed, and your imagination is unbelievably barren. Learn from Angron Let's go."

"No!! You were just lucky." Fulgrim shouted through Anna's body. Guilliman's arrogant attitude made him very unhappy, how dare a defeated man be so arrogant.

He also mocked that his imagination was not as good as Angron's! !

It was too much to humiliate him.

"This is just a small part of my countless plans. Unless you never enjoy the joy of victory, you will be eroded one day. I have countless hours to wait and plan. I am immortal , and you are only a mortal after all.”

"To be honest, I suggest you take the initiative. Otherwise, when I am strong enough to enter the subspace, I will definitely go to your Fulgrim." Guilliman said with a smile, "I will cut off your head , step on your headless corpse, let the artist carve out this scene, and display it on Terra and your home planet - Chemos, then everyone will appreciate my perfect fighting posture and your embarrassment and ugliness .”

"As for your so-called erosion of glory, it is so ridiculous in my eyes. I am the most perfect existence of the empire, the next master of mankind. The scenes I have constructed are nothing but things that are bound to happen. What an honor."

"Only an incompetent person like you, a small character who longs for attention, will care about any glory to whitewash his incompetence. The real strong will only give glory to others."

Fulgrim was taken aback by Guilliman's words.

What an arrogant statement.

Dare to claim that he is the most perfect existence.

Describe yourself as a minor character.

"What qualifications do you have to say that you are the most perfect." Fulgrim made an angry accusation.

"Because I am the only Primarch, I am the wisest, most perfect, most outstanding Primarch of the Emperor," said Guilliman with a smile on his face.

"Don't forget what happened in the battle of Thesara. You were almost killed. Guilliman, you are the one who is really incompetent."

Fulgrim's voice came from Anna's mouth.

Taunt Guilliman with things from 10,000 years ago.

Guilliman didn't care about this, he smiled, "I have deleted and re-edited that historical record."

"I can tell you how the new history records the battle of Thesara. The despicable and shameless Fulgrim was knocked to the ground by Guilliman and was about to be executed. Fulgrim wept bitterly to Guilliman begged for mercy, declaring that he was bewitched by the Chaos Gods, jealous of Guilliman's perfection and nobility, and committed the heinous crime."

"Guilliman has a kind heart. He heard his former brother crying and begging in every possible way. His anger disappeared and his heart softened. But he didn't realize that the other party was cheating. He took advantage of Guilliman's bending over to help him. He stabbed Guilliman with a sword, and then fled in a panic."

"Well, the new historical records are still close to the historical facts. I am the most perfect and outstanding Primarch of the Empire, and you, Fulgrim, are just a villain who is jealous of my perfection. Hunt down."

Guilliman looked at Fulgrim with a half-smile, and said calmly.

Fulgrim looked shocked through Ana's eyes.

Can you still play like this? ?

So blatantly distorting the truth, glorifying oneself and belittling others? ?

"No one will believe you," Fulgrim said.

"Who will believe me, I am the Primarch of the Empire, the most perfect parent-child of the Emperor, and the most strategic existence in the universe. The Empire is under my control, and I can do whatever I want. What I want, it is history The truth, who would object?"

Guilliman looked at Fulgrim, "Look at you, you have put in all your effort, and in the end you are neither human nor ghost, but I have become the most orthodox ruler of the empire, monopolizing the power of the galaxy."

Fulgrim wanted to mock Guilliman, but was trembling with anger at Guilliman's few words.

"You have been asleep for thousands of years, and you are already so arrogant, Guilliman, just wait, I will go find you, and then the entire empire will see your true colors." Fulgrim said.

"It's up to you, let's rest." Guilliman said sarcastically, "You are no longer worthy of confronting me. The only existence that can confront me is your master. This is a duel between master and master. You are just a slave, what right do you have to intervene??"

"You are courting death!!" Fulgrim growled, a guy who was defeated by himself and fell asleep for thousands of years, what qualifications did he have to call himself a slave.

"Yes, I'm looking for death, but unfortunately, you can't kill me. Stay in your lair and wait for me to kill you, Fulgrim. I will call the best sculpture craftsmen in the empire, Create a sculpture of you being killed by me on your home planet Chemos, and then publicize my achievements, your despicableness."

"I will also put up big-character posters to spread the word to the entire subspace and the real universe. At that time, I will put the identity of a despicable, shameless, cowardly and incompetent clown on you, so that you will never be able to cleanse yourself."

Guilliman drew the Emperor's Sword and smiled mockingly.

More than a friendly person, Guilliman, as the king of the keyboard, could not be weaker than Fulgrim, the scum of the original body.

Fulgrim had only brought on his own humiliation.

I have tried.

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