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Chapter 533 Guilliman: *Makulag profanity*
In the transmitted light, a cyan-colored power punch slammed towards the Star Stealer, Harken.
Harken instinctively pulled out the Hellspear stuck in the spire of the hive, trying to block the powerful punch.

But that chaotic relic, which had tasted the blood of monarchs, demons, alien overlords, and chaos lords, was smashed, pierced, and reduced to a pile of scrap metal in the blink of an eye by this powerful punch.
Harken noticed the Ultra Warrior symbol on the power fist.
In an instant, Harken identified the person in the teleportation light.
Among the Ultramarines, the one skilled in using Power Punch is clearly Ultramarines Chapter Commander Marius Calgar.
But Harken was not afraid; so what if it was Calga?
He has sworn to offer this planet to the War Master within eighty days. After eighty days and nights, this planet will become a black jewel on the War Master's crown.
No one can stop Harken, not even the Ultramarines Chapter Commander.

"Calga—hmm?" Harken watched the teleportation light gradually dissipate, and a figure even larger than Harken's mutated body slowly emerged from the light.

Harken had heard that Calgar had narrowly escaped death several times, and that most of his body had been modified into machinery, resulting in his enormous size.

But... isn't this a bit too massive?!
Harken felt almost as if he were standing before a colossal god from ancient mythology.
Especially when the giant's eyes, hidden beneath his short blond hair, were fixed on him.
Harken felt as if he were being stared at by a monarch whose mind was filled with nothing but cold calculations and unfathomable depths.

But this monarch only wanted to bring him death.

Robert Guilliman,
The one who descended upon Harken was not the Ultramarines Chapter Commander, but the Ultramarines Legion Commander.

Harken's expression stiffened for a moment.
No, he should calm down.
The great Warmaster Abaddon once said that Guilliman was not good at fighting in the Primarch.

Perhaps he, Haken, the Warmaster's messenger and announcer, could offer the Warmaster the head of a Primarch as a sacrifice—

The Hand of Domination grabbed Harken's head, and Harken didn't even understand when the Primarch had started acting.

As the Primarch exerted force with his fingers, Harken felt his vision rise higher and higher until his head and spine detached from his body.

On the orbit of the warning star, the Glory of Macragge,
Zhou Yun clicked his tongue in amazement as he looked at the row of heads.
The Ark Eldar Warlord, the Plague Army Chaos Lord, the Plague Raven Chaos Lord, the Iron Warrior Dimensional Blacksmith, the Orc Warboss, and a host of other high-ranking members, including the cunning Chicken Cunning.
Essentially, Guilliman beheaded all the leaders of the factions on Vigilant Planet who opposed the Empire.
Then Zhou Yun looked at the last head, which was the head of a Chaos Lord.

Upon seeing that head, Zhou Yun was slightly dazed.
"Isn't this my Eighty-Brother?" Zhou Yun recognized the face. This Chaos Lord had a pawn in Zhou Yun's previous life, so Zhou Yun had seen this face before.

“Eighty?” Guilliman raised his eyebrows slightly.

“Haken the Starslayer, Abaddon’s microphone. Every time he invades a planet, he plunges his spear into the earth’s crust and declares that he will destroy the planet in eighty days and nights,” Zhou Yun explained.

"He had been on this planet for less than a minute when I ripped his head off," Guilliman said calmly.

With the help of the Anywhere Door, the Search Cane, the Blind Spot Star, and the intelligence from the clowns, Guilliman wiped out a whole group of enemy high-ranking officers on Vigilant Star in just half an hour.

Guilliman originally planned to rely on the clown to launch a swift and decisive decapitation operation to protect Vigilant Star.
But unexpectedly, the clowns were betrayed by the Ark Eldar—a situation Guilliman pondered for three days and three nights but still couldn't understand the Ark Eldar's thinking.

Despite the Eldar being the last three complete gods, the Laughing God Xigoqi has reached an agreement with the Empire, the Eldar Death God is now Zhou Yun, and Isha is offline in Nurgle's Garden.
Logically speaking, even if these Ark Eldar weren't going to help, they shouldn't have caused trouble.
But the fact that this group of Ark Spirits wouldn't acknowledge Zhou Yun as the Spirit Race's Death God was understandable, since Zhou Yun himself didn't consider himself a god.
However, the Eldar of the Ark still despised Sigucci, blindly worshipping gods like Asuyan who were already in Slaanesh's womb, and looking down on Sigucci, a god whom Guilliman saw as devoted to the Eldar. This was something Guilliman found hard to understand.

They also felt that the clowns' service and cooperation with humans was a disgrace to the nobility of the Eldar and they had to be severely punished, thus hindering the clowns' actions.

Fortunately, Guilliman now has Saint Gilles supporting half of the empire, and Zhou Yun's series of props have improved the empire's administrative and military efficiency. Guilliman can take the time to deal with the Vigilant Star problem himself, preventing the war from dragging into a long and tedious state.

The only thing that Guilliman regretted was that Abaddon didn't participate; he only sent out the Starslayer, Harken. Otherwise, Guilliman wouldn't have minded eliminating a menace for the Empire.

"But why did you suddenly come to see me?"

Guilliman summoned Cato Sicarius and instructed him to throw the heads onto the Vigilant Star to deter the Empire's enemies and boost the morale of the Empire.

However, if he had known Zhou Yun would come, he wouldn't have needed to collect those heads one by one. Zhou Yun brought a massive army of World Devourers, and the Conqueror was leading its fleet in battle.

In addition, Zhou Yun also visited the Dark Angel fleet within the star system. He somehow persuaded the Dark Angels to obey orders and begin to hunt down the Orcs.

“I am about to fall into a deep sleep,” Zhou Yun said, staring at Guilliman.

"Sleeping?" Guilliman frowned slightly, a few unpleasant memories suddenly flashing through his mind.

He seemed to see the emperor sitting languishing on the golden throne, and himself lying within the static field for ten thousand years.
"What's wrong with you?" Guilliman asked, sounding a little anxious. "Is it something to the subspace level?"

He knew that Saint Gilles and Zhou Yun were building a faith that pointed to Zhou Yun. He didn't know much about the subspace and didn't voice any objections, but he was still somewhat worried.

“No, don’t worry,” Zhou Yun shook his head and briefly explained the specific reasons to Guilliman.

Before using the three-year-old Netaro pillow, he couldn't predict exactly how long he would sleep, but with the crazy clock to adjust the time, it wouldn't be too long.

"Do you know what items the future department store has? Give me a list of items I might need during my dormant period, and I'll redeem them."

"I can find a way to get the money I need, but I need you to arrange a team of guards for me. I may have to go into the Eye of Fear."

"You want to go to the boundary between the warp and reality?" Guilliman frowned. "That's too dangerous. I can spare a few hours for now. Shall I go with you? Or perhaps to Saint Gilles?"

"No, no need." Zhou Yun shook his head. "There's something I haven't told you yet."

Guilliman noticed that Zhou Yun's tone was a bit strange, and Guilliman instinctively sensed something was wrong.
He asked cautiously, "Is it bad news or good news?"

It contains a mixture of good and bad, but the bad is not purely bad, and the good is not purely good.

"You might be a little happy, but it's unlikely that you'll be a little happy."

Zhou Yun uttered a series of indistinct words.

But Guilliman broke out in a sweat; he already had a pretty good idea of ​​what Zhou Yun was going to say.

Zhou Yun remained silent for a moment, then silently reached into his four-dimensional pocket.

Suddenly, the four-dimensional pocket expanded, and Zhou Yun pulled out an elder clad in dark green power armor, with gold and white hair, a beard circling his face, and who had been sleeping with his eyes closed.

Guilliman looked at that face, which resembled that of an old lion.

“*Makulag swear words*” Guilliman instantly dropped his politician's mask and instinctively swore out the words.

(End of this chapter)