American comics: Enlightenment in Arkham, Ascension to Homelander.

Calga's eyes almost popped out of his head.

The company commanders and canned goods around him were in similar situations, all with their eyes wide open, shouting some inexplicable imperial swear words.

Oh, right, there are still a few pairs of eyes that are fine.

After all, not every company commander, as a veteran of Astartes, has both eyes intact.

Some canned goods, which are missing their own eyes, are fitted with mechanical eyes so that the eyes don't have to worry about falling out.

While the machine spirit may not be overjoyed often, it wouldn't gouge your eyes out and throw them on the ground.

pity……

Although the members of the Extreme Battle Group were all shouting very hard.

But death doesn't care about their attempts to stop it.

In Death's eyes, only his brother Downton's words were worth listening to.

My brother's situation is quite unexpected. If you're talking about unexpected events, then unexpected things are bound to happen. Maybe the delirium will be cured.
Death, without hindrance, reached into the stasis field that even the Primarch could control, grabbed the edge of Guilliman's armor, and pulled out this much larger behemoth.

What is a static position?
Is that simply a matter of stance?

Is that a means of controlling the enemy?

In Robert Guilliman's case, the static position is the ICU's healthcare system, and even more so, the patient's last oxygen tank!

As the father of genetics was dragged away from the scene, the huge wound on his neck quickly worsened.

Calga's heart is breaking!
Family, my dad had his oxygen tank pulled out right in front of me by a psionicist who appeared out of nowhere. What should I do?
I really want to kill someone!

I wanted to rush over, pick up my dad, and put him back into the oxygen tank.

But at this moment, Calga could do nothing but watch in despair as his father was further desecrated and pressed against the face by the mysterious psychic.

Death raised his hand and pressed it against Guilliman's face, dispelling the death aura emanating from Guilliman while turning to Downton and making a sarcastic remark.

"Tang, they're not human."

"Yes, of course they are not human. In the 41k era, it is probably impossible to find pure human beings in this universe."

Apart from certain exceptional living saints.

If we have to use genes to compare, then to be honest, even a banana is closer to humans of our time than 41k humans.

But isn't this normal? After all, the more a country shouts about human rights, the less human rights it has; the more a country shouts about freedom, the less free it is; and the more an empire emphasizes humanity, the less humane it is. It's all the norm, haha~"

Downton laughed and teased back, then squatted down next to Guilliman's body and looked up at Guilliman's face.

There was no way around it; Guilliman was just too tall. Even when he was lying down, the thickness of his pectoral muscles and armor exceeded the thickness of his body when he was crouching.

In Downton's eyes, the death aura on Guilliman vanished in the blink of an eye, and all the wounds on his body became smooth and new as the death aura disappeared.

The next moment, Guilliman opened his eyes in confusion.

In the distance, the wailing from Calgary continued.

"No no no no...!!!"

The wailing sounded so painful, so guilty, and so desperate.

Guilliman was immediately drawn to the wailing and glanced at Calgar with a puzzled look.

Seeing his father's expression, Calga's eyes widened in surprise!
Beside him, the platoon leader's eyes widened in surprise!
Especially some company commanders with mechanical eyes.

Their mechanical eyes also suddenly widened.

Crack!

Sparks immediately flew from the mechanical eye.

There's something wrong with their eyes.

The machine spirit wasn't dissatisfied; it was just very confused.

Having served as mechanical eyes for so long, they've seen countless planets and aliens and chaos alongside their respective bald bosses, but they've never seen a treatment method like this before!

how?

Their injuries are so difficult to treat.

You can just press it on your face?

What a joke!
Are you fucking kidding me?!
You think Guilliman is also a robot, and the doctor who treats him is Ohm Messiah?

The God of Machines wouldn't heal a machine as easily as you heal a Primarch!

The Primarch's structure is at least not much more advanced than that of a Warlord-class Titan.

Look, even the mechanical eyes worn by the Smurf company commanders are sparking.

Doraemon, a proper member of the Mechanical Order, naturally reacted even more dramatically.

At this moment, every part of Doraemon's body was emitting black smoke, and his brain was so overclocked that it was almost cooking his brain matter.

Wait, does he still have brain matter?
This is a problem!
But that's not the important question. What's important is... how come a Primarch that has been lying in a stasis field for at least ten thousand years is cured so easily?

So the reason the Primarchs have been lying down is because they chose the wrong doctor?

So it's all their fault?

As he thought about it, Doracaull turned around and glanced at the oversized battle armor that his many mechanical arms were dragging.

So the armor he prepared for Guilliman to sustain Guilliman's operations is no longer needed?

Yes, although Guilliman's neck wound wasn't stabbed again by the Eldar woman, it has completely healed and disappeared!

Even the subspace energy on his mother's wound was completely dispelled!

Doraemon couldn't help but look at Death, then stared intently at Death's hand.

So psionic powers are actually somewhat useful?
Although psionic energy is not mechanical at all, should I research some psionic mechanical arms to upgrade my equipment?
If we could figure out the kind of psychic energy that woman used, that would be amazing!

Just as Doraemon's mind was filled with wild thoughts...

In a short period of time, Guilliman also basically understood the current situation.

Judging from the terrain of the sanctuary, this is clearly Macragge, after all, he is very familiar with the style of Macragge.

He had been to the sanctuary beneath his feet more than once before he collapsed.

So Macurag was invaded by Chaos?
How could he not recognize the chaotic Astartes lying all around him? They were all the fallen forms of Horus's rebellious offspring!

Tsk tsk, quite a few died, a full hundred by all accounts!

It's important to know that most of the Chaos Astartes in Abaddon's Black Legion are long-time veterans.

And the value of the Astartes' millennia-old veterans...

Oh, he's a millennia-old veteran of Chaos Astartes...

It's just so-so...

However, regardless of the circumstances, the fact that there are no other Chaos Astartes left means that their offspring have gained the upper hand.

but……

Although they won, Calga and his group were acting strangely, as if they were being controlled.

Wait, how dare Kaul come here?
And that Eldar... was she with Kaul?

Damn!

Guilliman gritted his teeth.

How many years have I been lying in a static position?
Did those Martian motorists betray the Empire and team up with the aliens?
and many more!

Now that I've awakened, why are there three unfamiliar... psionicists guarding my side?
Wait, why is this short psionicist squatting down to look at me when he's already so short?
What kind of quirk is this?

With a lot of complaints in mind, Guilliman pushed himself up with his hands on the ground and flipped himself up with a whoosh.

Boom!
The sound of his landing was heavy and solid, and immediately after landing, he spoke to Downton, who was still squatting there.

"You saved me, didn't you?"
In that case, please accept my sincere gratitude! Nice to meet you, I am Robert Guilliman!
May I ask who the three of you are?

As soon as he finished speaking, Guilliman looked at Downton with a serious expression.

However, Downton did not answer Guilliman's question. Instead, he exaggeratedly waved his hand and said to Guilliman.

"Primarch, please don't worry about the three of us!"
Compared to your self-introduction, there are more serious matters waiting for you to deal with!
"In the days you've been gone, the Empire... the Empire... the Empire..."

"What? What happened to the Empire?"

Guilliman was a little annoyed. Was there something wrong with this psionicist's mind? Why did he get out of breath when talking about important things?

Judging from his condition, his heartbeat is perfectly normal, not at all like someone who would describe it as intermittent.
Across from him, upon hearing Guilliman's words, Downton grinned and suddenly roared at Guilliman again.

"The Empire is besieging our Second Empire, Primarch!"

"Second Reich?!!"

Guilliman's eyes widened instantly, and he quickly pulled out his weapon.

Although he was sealed by the Stasis Field for ten thousand years, he was on the verge of death before being sealed because of the deadly poison and curse of the Appi Sword.

But his heart and brain are always ready for battle. As long as his body is still functional, he can be thrown into battle at any time!
Second Reich?

Damn it!
What an insane word that is!
During the years he was sealed away, just how terrifyingly different had the empire become!

Even that's not the most important thing. What's most important now is what my descendants have been doing all these years while I'm gone!
The Second Reich... How can such an evil word be uttered so openly in Macragge!

Could it be that his own offspring have truly overstepped... overstepped...

While gritting his teeth in thought, Guilliman drew his gleaming power sword without hesitation and slashed directly at Downton's head.

He knew that Downton and his party might be his saviors.

But even the debt of gratitude for saving his life could not outweigh the damage the Second Reich inflicted on Guilliman!

It's not that Downton and his group knew too much.

Rather... this was so offensive that it was no less than pinning Guilliman's foster mother to his desk and making her bend over for months in front of him!

With a jumble of thoughts swirling in his mind, Guilliman's power sword finally slammed heavily into Downton's face.

Looking at the sword blade so close at hand...

"Hey, hey, hey?"

Downton joked as he raised his hand and gripped the blade of the power sword.

The golden power sword's frequency increased, and the vibration became stronger and stronger. If it were a regular can of armor, it would probably cut through the armor like grapes.

Silky smooth!

But in front of Downton.

Downton gently tugged at the power sword, snatched it from his hand, and then slammed it heavily into the ground.

laugh!
After the crisp sound, Downton, with both hands resting on the hilt of his greatsword which hovered near his waist, gave Guilliman a nonchalant smile.

This set of movements...

Still silky smooth!

Across from him, Guilliman's eyes showed a moment of suspicion. He couldn't believe that a psionicist had snatched his weapon away with his bare hands!

Keep in mind, he's a giant over three meters tall...

Wait, it's over three meters tall...

More than three meters tall...

About the same height as the Imperial Guards...

Thinking about this, Guilliman gritted his teeth and suddenly stopped caring about his height.

After all, his height is quite tall compared to his large group of brothers...

It really is one of the last ones...

Okay, let's not talk about height, let's just talk about ability...

I am the one with the strongest physical strength of all!
If I go all out and use my gauntlets and Judgment Bomb Gun.

Then I could definitely kill ninety percent of the Primarchs!
……

Well, actually every Primarch thinks the same way.

Each Primarch believed they could kill their other brothers in a life-or-death struggle...

……

In short, although he was stabbed by that trash Fugrim, he immediately upheld the fine tradition of the Ultramarines: the boss must be in the ICU so that his subordinates can fight...

But I am really good at fighting, with immense strength and limitless stamina.

Even if he were to face thousands of offspring alone, he could still slaughter them to pieces.

As for why that piece of trash Fugen was able to hurt me, it's only because he ascended to demonhood.

Darkening makes you three times stronger, and ascending to demonic power also makes you three times stronger.

He's cheating; it's no big deal if I'm no match for him.

But how could he have let a mere psionicist snatch away his crucial weapon?
Do you think you're Makado?!
Thinking this, Guilliman stretched out his left hand and smashed the enormous gauntlet that connected his left arm to his armor at Downton's head.

Stealing the sword is nothing but your insidious psionic trickery.

If you're so capable, then take my boxing gloves, or even my arms, you bastard!

With that thought in mind, Guilliman's punch was incredibly powerful.

then……

Downton casually reached out and grabbed half a finger from Guilliman's boxing glove, then flicked it away.

Whoosh!
The big guy was top-heavy and was thrown straight into the air.

Immediately afterwards, Downton slammed it to the ground.

boom!
After a deafening roar, the entire sanctuary trembled violently, and the intense shockwave sent Karga, Kaul, and the others, who were floating in the sky, flying backward.

As for Guilliman...

Snapped!
Wow!

With just one fall, even Gayman's armor was torn to shreds, revealing his massive muscles as the armor flew apart.

At this moment, he lay on the ground in utter confusion, staring at the sky speechlessly.

How long have I been lying in the static position?

Could it be that I've been lying here for tens of thousands of years, and now the universe and galaxy, the Primarchs and Ultramarines have been outdated, and it's the psionicists' world now?
Wait a minute, it seems that even in previous eras, the strongest beings in the entire universe were still just a few psionicists like the Emperor and Makado.

So... the Empire has always been an era of psionicists...

and so……

Guilliman turned his head with difficulty and looked at Downton.

Mysterious psionicists, it was you who rescued me, wasn't it?
So you're not some mysterious psionicists at all, you're actually my dad and his mysterious henchmen, right?

How could there possibly be a super psionicist in the universe stronger than the Primarch?
The mysterious person who slammed me to the ground!

you……

Could it be my mysterious old father?

At that moment, Guilliman's gaze toward Downton was filled with scrutiny and speculation.

As for Downton, after he threw Guilliman to the ground, he stepped onto Guilliman's large arm, which was big enough for a horse to run on, and said to Guilliman with a smile.

"Wasn't that exciting, Grandpa Lan? Wasn't my slam more exciting than the Second Empire's?!" (End of Chapter)