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Chapter 357 Love you, my child

"Ahriman! Don't save me! Do what you have to do!"

"What the hell is going on? Ahriman! Where is our legion?"

"Why did the other brothers become mindless puppets? Do you know what happened, Ahriman?"

"Who did it! Who caused our brothers to become like this? Give us back our legion!!!"

Ahriman was almost driven mad by the torture. His power armor was covered with bullet holes and burn marks. Nine flying discs were already dead under his feet.

Beside him, four resurrected Thousand Sons warriors were looking at everything around them blankly, frantically asking Ahriman what was going on.

How come in the blink of an eye they were standing on a broken web?

Why did the other brothers become puppets with their souls bound to power armor?
Who are the enemies they are fighting against now?

Faced with these questions, Ahriman's choice was to remain silent.

He seemed to be mute, but the words of the four resurrected warriors continued to attack his heart, making him feel his soul torn apart.
"Are you ready? Professor!"

A mocking voice sounded from a distance, and Ahriman stared at the beastly and vicious bastard with cracked eyes.

Zhou Yun grinned and placed his hand on another red-letter warrior caught by Fat Tiger.
Zhou Yun has repeated this trick four times.
He would capture a Rubric Warrior and revive him, then throw him into the nearby Warp Flood and let Ahriman rescue him.
Then he would take the opportunity to fire a blast at Ahriman, and his Astartes would also take this opportunity to attack the positions held by the Eight Great Wizards and the Rubric Warriors.

He even calculated it on purpose, and each time he threw the resurrected Thousand Sons warriors out, the distance was just enough for Ahriman to rescue them.

Ahriman couldn't do anything to Zhou Yun. He couldn't even withdraw the Red Letter Warriors.

Because no matter what, Zhou Yun is really resurrecting the Red Letter Warrior.
Ahriman was willing to put himself in danger if it meant saving one of his brothers.
But Ahriman couldn't say how long he could last.
He can only hope that one of Carlos, Magnus and Abaddon will win and support him.
Suddenly, Ahriman heard a sharp cackling sound of birds, and he felt the power of the Lord of Change flowing on the battlefield——————

“Lost!!!”

Before Ahriman could feel it carefully, Zhou Yun's voice suddenly sounded.
The Fat Tiger Demon threw the resurrected Thousand Sons Warrior into the subspace torrent.
Ahriman rushed out of the barrier
"Roar!!!"

Guilliman, who was stepping on Carlos, let out a low roar of pain.

Almost at the moment when Guilliman was about to chop off Carlos's head,

Carlos' spell, which was composed of eight spells, was inexplicably strengthened, as if some power from a higher being was manipulating the fate on the battlefield.
More and more negative emotions continued to pour out from Guilliman's heart, not just the negative emotions after his resurrection.
All the sorrow, pain, remorse and struggle accumulated in those deeper and older years poured out from Guilliman's heart.
The rage and grief of Calth's burning pierced his ribs, the constraints, shame and fear of the Second Empire pierced his legs, the resentment, guilt and pain of not being able to reach Terra in time bound his hands, the despair and grief of watching the Emperor burn on the Golden Throne strangled his neck, and the fear, pain and silence of being killed by Fulgrim made his head dizzy.
The sharp cries of birds circled around Guilliman, and a strong spell swept out all the sadness, pain and fear in Guilliman's life.
The spell was even alive, digging out the fear that was most likely to penetrate Guilliman's walls of sanity.

An almost horrifying scene appeared before Guilliman's eyes.
He saw the old woman with golden braids and Macragge clothes, watched her burn in the flames of death, watched Curze's claws strangle her neck, watched her die little by little.
That was the scene in Guilliman's heart that was most likely to penetrate his mental defenses, and it was dug out by the Lord of Change to completely defeat him.
"Mother."

Guilliman struggled in pain and roared, but his body only felt weak. Carlos laughed sharply and threw Robert Guilliman off him, causing the Ultramarines to fall to the ground like a soft rag doll.
The fate woven by the Lord of Change is irresistible. Guilliman's failure is already doomed. The chief demon of Tzeentch can't help but let out an arrogant and conceited laugh.
He raised the Staff of Tomorrow high, and the burning witchfire burned fiercely.
"How dare you!!!!" Mephiston roared angrily.

But the moment the power of the Lord of Change descended, it also acted on Mephiston. The two selves beside him who were summoned by the distorted time and space quickly disappeared under the power of the Lord of Change to distort fate.

The three Lords of Change suddenly surrounded Mephiston and held him back for a few moments.
Carlos raised his scepter high, and swirled the azure flames of witchcraft towards Robert Guilliman.
Guilliman felt weak and in pain. The dark emotions were like chains binding his body tightly, making him unable to move at all. Even his senses were melting away bit by bit in the pain. All he could see was sadness and darkness.

He tried his best to raise his hand, to lift up the burning Emperor's sword, but his arm was cold and stiff, as if it had died.
But at this moment, a pair of soft and weak hands were placed on Guilliman's arm.

Those hands were very small compared to Guilliman's, and the power in them was so weak that it was not even as strong as that of a mortal warrior of the Ultramar Auxiliary Army.

But Guilliman felt a little warmth flowing out of his arms.
The illusion that the Lord of Change had dug out from Guilliman's heart and used to defeat Guilliman himself stood before Guilliman.

The slender, elderly woman gently lifted Guilliman's arm.
Knowing that she was not the one Guilliman missed, that she did not even have a form, but a mere illusion spun by the Lord of Change, an afterimage, a weapon forged from Guilliman's deepest fears.
But maybe the girl in Guilliman's mind would do this, maybe there was a small deviation in the Lord of Change's spell, or maybe even after her death, she was still protecting Guilliman with her weak power.
The phantom just moved, and gently raised Guilliman's arm.

The phantom seemed to say something to Guilliman. Guilliman did not hear clearly, but he felt the tenderness in the words and understood the meaning of the words.
"Love you, my child."

Then the illusion shattered, leaving Guilliman with only a tiny bit of power.
Carlos let out an angry cry and used the Staff of Tomorrow to knock the Emperor's Sword out of Guilliman's hand.
I really don't know how he still had the last bit of strength to lift the Emperor's Sword and block Carlos' attack.

Tzeentch also let out an angry bird cry. This was a small deviation and beyond his expectations.

But it doesn't matter, everything is still going as planned.
Thanks to Khorne holding the Accursed One at bay, Tzeentch was able to unleash his power upon the battlefield.
He strengthened Carlos's spells, weakened Mephiston, and stimulated the wound on Sanguinius' body, causing the situation on the battlefield to suddenly change.

But that was all He could do.
Even though Khorne and the Damned were in a stalemate for the time being, Nurgle had already proven his force field with his actions, and although Slaanesh had not yet taken action, the Lord of Change could feel his venomous gaze fixed on him.

If Tzeentch dares to release more power and attention to the battlefield, Slaanesh and Nurgle will surely take the opportunity to launch an attack on their own territory.
But this is enough, fate is no longer possible————————

"Huh?" Jianqi looked at the fate in front of him in bewilderment, watching the fate quietly and inexplicably change.
Mephiston broke through the blockade of the three-headed Lord of Change and rushed towards Carlos and Guilliman.
But the two Lords of Change that were originally guarding Carlos suddenly rushed over again and intercepted Mephiston with a series of spells.

They could only hold Mephiston for a few seconds, but that was enough time for Kalos to kill Guilliman.
Carlos knew he had won even without using his prophetic powers.

Unless the spell enhanced by the Lord of Change suddenly weakens drastically or even stops,
Unless new hope, joy and other positive emotions suddenly surge in Guilliman's heart,
Unless his power and that of the other seven ever-changing demon kings suddenly weakened drastically,
Otherwise, Robert Guilliman would have fallen at his hands.

Carlos suddenly found that the eight spells surrounding him were reduced by one, becoming seven spells.
"Roar!!!!"

Reina's roar mixed with powerful psychic power sounded not far away, and she tore off the head of a Changeling Demon Lord.

The psychic power she gained through the high-efficiency pills and the portable pyramid was too huge. In order to control this psychic power, most of Reina's thinking ability was consumed.
She didn't even notice the danger happening nearby, and just relied on her instinct to fight with the Lord of Change.
The Demon King whose head she had ripped off instantly disintegrated and disappeared on the spot.

The spell supported by the ever-changing demon king naturally vanished.
Carlos looked at this scene in bewilderment. Even if one spell was reduced, seven spells would still be enough to suppress Guilliman.

But for some reason, as if the number seven itself had power, Carlos felt that the entire spell had become stagnant, stuck, and weak.
Hiss. He also feels a little stomachache. How strange!
(End of this chapter)