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Now, no matter what you say, no matter how eloquently you speak, it all boils down to—
No way!
......
"..."
Seeing that persuasion was ineffective, Alpha, who was outside the secret room, seemed to fall silent at this moment as well.
“You don’t need to worry,” Peturabo continued. “I have no intention of getting involved in your rebellion, nor am I interested in reporting on you.”
"Let's go, for the sake of our past as brothers."
"Don't bother me."
Peturabo refocused on his own world, watching the tiny miniature model parts he gently picked up with tweezers.
Something's not right...
Alpha never leaves empty-handed.
Especially now that nothing has happened, and the outside world is completely silent, as if dead.
Something is wrong!
The Primarch's premonition sensed a strange aura.
[Check the data stream!]
[Warning! A large number of fleet ships have deviated from their course and are moving in the opposite direction!]
The instant the Alpha disappeared from its spot, the Steel Warriors, with nearly a third of their ships, sped away from Peturabo at top speed!
"My ship!!!"
Run!
In a desperate roar, Peturabo, guided by the Iron Warriors of the Warriors' Society who had long been dissatisfied with the Primarch, piloted the ship and followed Alpha's guidance to complete the warp jump.
I've long since stopped wanting to work under this (expletive) Primarch!
As the legion with the most loyalty during the rebellion, the Iron Warriors' feelings toward Perturabo are as conflicted as Perturabo himself.
He was a very bad Primarch, but also a strict father to the Legion.
But it was still a very, very bad original.
When Peturabo was unhappy with the Emperor, Iron Brave sometimes felt the same conflicted and rebellious feelings towards him.
As a Space Marine who inherited some of the characteristics of his father, the Iron Warrior will not only become short and stocky, but will also inherit his twisted personality in a certain sense.
Therefore, when Peturabo defected, a large portion of the Iron Warriors would remain loyal;
When Peturabo is loyal, a large portion of the Iron Warriors will defect;
Now, when Peturabo has learned his lesson and finally realizes that both sides are only treating him as a useful contractor, he decides to start his own business...
Tie Yong was both loyal and a traitor.
It blooms everywhere.
......
Peturabo, the Primarch of the Fourth Legion's Iron Warriors, has withdrawn from the Great Crusade and declared independence.
Some of the Iron Warriors under its command joined Chaos, while others (mainly within the Empire) remained loyal to the Empire, and the majority followed Peturabo to continue fighting the Ashes.
Prosperity is bitter, ashes are cast; ruin is bitter, ashes are cast.
However, according to the history of the Wilderness, the ill-fated relationship between Perturabo and Rogdorn has not yet ended.
After a series of actions, the two finally had a child named Hong Suo.
......
The Sighnas Galaxy.
"die!"
Saint Gilles' spear showed no mercy to Carbanha.
As the Primarch who once fought this bloodthirsty demon, the angel knew the evil lurking behind this creature and how it would lure people step by step into the abyss.
In battle, her spear attacks were fierce and swift—even the bloodthirsty Khorne, a master of close combat, could only parry and dodge in the face of the angel's power and wrath.
With another sharp, angled thrust of the spear, it pierced directly into the demon's filthy flesh.
Snapped!
The demon was struck down to the ground by the flying angel.
Click.
Then, Kabanha felt Sanguiles, who was rapidly descending, mercilessly stepping on him with his golden boots.
"Oh oh oh..."
It let out a piercing scream.
We can't beat them.
We simply can't beat them.
Angels are among the most powerful Primarchs, and even without any additional power such as ascension, their base stats alone are enough to overwhelm a top-tier bloodthirsty berserker like Kabanha.
The angel's expression was calm yet contained anger and contempt. With this strike, she was about to shoot her spear toward the head of the demon Kabanha.
hiss......
Bliss....
"Uh oh."
With that spear shot, Kabanha's head exploded instantly, turning into a large patch of scarlet blood.
It's clear that it left this world with complete satisfaction.
wrong.
The bursting crimson bloodstains seemed to continue extending endlessly—until they covered everything that existed.
"This is--"
Among the Chaos Gods, to be precise, the simultaneous appearance of the Great Keeper of Secrets and the Bloodthirsty Demon on Signath, before the two immediately clashed, was enough to show that this place was not a trap set by a single Chaos God.
The dark gods were all waiting for her, for the arrival of Saint Gilles.
The Great Rebellion has progressed to a point where the situation is extremely unfavorable for Chaos—the human side has successfully defended the City of Miracles and continues to advance outwards, while many Primarchs who should have rebelled have chosen to stand on their own, making them highly likely to join the Empire in the future.
At the same time, due to the inability to achieve effective results on various fronts, the maintenance of the subspace storm could not be sustained for too long, let alone for several years across the entire galaxy as in the original work.
The reason why the subspace storms could continue to be stirred up was because countless fallen Eldar provided a continuous energy source for the High Heavens. Now that the Eldar have perished, the entire subspace has fallen into a state of emotional exhaustion.
Since there is no concept of time in the subspace, the storms they are currently unleashing can be seen as the power gained by overdrawing on the future.
This cannot be sustained; we must act swiftly and decisively!
The target for a swift victory was clearly Sanguis.
As a vessel for the power of the Four Gods, which was better and more powerful than Phyllis and Horus, she walked into the trap of the Dark Gods under their watchful eyes.
......
Saint Gilles found himself in a huge hall.
A colossal, mountain-like entity stood before him. Ripples spread across the fleshy side of the mountain, as if maggots were crawling beneath its skin. Countless eyes blinked incessantly within it.
The illusory delusions emanate from the depths of the abyss, where countless thirty-foot-long tongues are licking the eyes.
From a more distant vantage point, they were surrounded by dozens of long corridors, each over a thousand feet high.
The railings, made of brass, were covered with red and black parasites—tumors made of metal. Banners made of polished human skin hung from the railings, each bearing runes smeared with dried blood.
Four different runes.
The dome is an eight-pointed star, a circle of spikes extending from all eight directions. Its radiant lines illuminate everything, as if gathering the universe in its broken embrace.
"Through anger and change, revelry and plague, you will serve."
"Who? What are you?"
The sounds coming from the sky or right in front of her were like demonic chants, weakening her ability to resist.
Saint Gilles tried with difficulty to turn his body, but seemed to be frozen in time, completely motionless.
Everything here is too strange; she must escape immediately!
"The Eightfold Path, the Command of the Four Gods; I am the guide, I am the One."
'You choose death? You will embrace the emptiness of defeat.'
The voice emitted a hoarse, shrill laugh, and in a dizzying moment, Saint Gilles felt everything change anew.
It was a pitch-black warship, and she was about to face a powerful being who had received the blessing of all the evil in the warp, just like the power of the four runes she had seen before.
That was a formidable adversary, an opponent she had to face.
The figure appeared, it was—
Philus?
Yes, it was her. Although her body was covered with ever-expanding mechanical creations, it was clear that her silver hands wielding the giant hammer were the symbol of Philus.
Saint Gilles raised his spear and charged forward.
As his opponent swung his giant hammer, Saint Gilles attempted to awaken or defeat him...
Snapped!
But it was still smashed to pieces.
The figure changed again.
This time it's Horus, clad in black armor, speaking strange words.
He still held the Worldbreaker's Hammer high in his hand—although Saint Gilles wanted to complain about why it was always the hammer that flattened her, it seemed that this part of the prophecy would never change.
*Splat*
The angel was once again smashed to pieces by the four chosen gods.
I've really been looked down upon...
Even if the Four Gods' Choice changes, she seems destined to remain flat forever.
Unless... she is willing to become the chosen one of the Four Gods.
The visions grew more intense. She saw that her loyal brothers were still alive after she made her choice. She saw the Emperor, still alive. She saw her blood angels, all radiant and flawless. Without any imperfection.
—To be honest, even the dark gods are wavering and have differing opinions at this moment.
These two Primarchs will be vessels for their chaotic power, but not the best vessels.
The best option was right in front of them; all four agreed that it was the most suitable choice of the Four Gods.
Saint Gilles – They all love archangels.
Unfortunately, Saint Gilles never liked them.
"No, give up!"
Like a thunderous bang as an iron gate was struck, the sound reverberated throughout the world.
The illusions trembled, the images blurred, and the roaring sound was reduced to a constant repetition.
Saint Gilles was so resolute, so genuine. She shattered the illusion without hesitation. She saw through the lies and rejected them.
"I will fight you with my own strength. I will not accept the lies you have shown me. I am willing to give my life a thousand times over for my father, my children, and those I love!!!"
......
"coming!"
"The Sighnas Galaxy is just ahead!!!"
The Pharos Beacon has deployed the Emperor's Son's fleet here, just as Sanguis was attacked by demons and entered the bizarre space of the Four Gods.
Fugrim and Kasgar finally completed the warp jump in a great hurry.