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Chapter 622 Your Majesty! You've fled your throne again!
A massive, dark blue metallic skeletal hand, shimmering with a dark green light, emerged from the scythe and took the deathly scythe from the Storm King's hand.

A tattered, black cloth, like a ghost, spiraled out and wrapped around the scythe along with the giant skeletal hand.

The metal scythe suddenly expanded and grew larger, with emerald lightning shooting across its blade like the prominences of a dying star, slamming into the monotonous walls of the office and burning molten wounds into them.

Amidst the howling plasma lightning, a gaunt, towering figure emerged. A jet-black cloak woven from living metal billowed wildly, surrounded by the energy of the pure material universe. His dark blue metallic body hovered in mid-air, while swirling black rags behind him formed a hood, shrouding his figure, which resembled a grim reaper in the night.
Fear, wails, pain, and lamentation filled the air as the figure stood in Guilliman's office, like Death himself returning to the world.

In the distance, Xigaoqi, who was dealing with the three fragments of the Star God, raised his pale, crescent-shaped clown face.
A rare survivor among the Eldar gods, this clown-like figure, usually known for his maniacal and mocking demeanor, actually showed a flicker of fear.
“Kales La.”

It was an ancient name, meaning "death of life, destroyer of light" in the Eldar language, used to refer to a being whose name no one dared to utter.

He is the first death, the beginning of all evil.
He is a thirsty killer, staining the stars with blood from his scythe.

The once dense clusters of stars in the Milky Way were extinguished by his destructive desires; the once thriving civilizations among the stars perished because of his sadistic tendencies.
The figure of this icy reaper ravaged the stars; the fear of him among all living beings was etched into their genes, into their souls, and permeated their very existence.
Millions of civilizations died in fear of him, and millions of civilizations took him as their model as the Grim Reaper. Even those beings who had never experienced the War of Heaven would instinctively feel fear towards him.

He is Azagrod the Nightbringer, the first Star God to enter a living metallic body, once the most powerful Star God, the source of the short lifespan of the Fearful Ones, and one of the sources of all evil in the galaxy.

He was so powerful that even after being shattered into hundreds of pieces by the Necromancer of the Space, he remained incredibly strong.

The fragment released by Imotec was a treasure of the Sothek Dynasty, a collection of multiple Nightbringer Star God fragments, ranking among the largest and most powerful of all Nightbringer fragments.
The instant he was released, every living being within the entire Exorcism Dead Zone, even the undead from space, experienced a series of death illusions, feeling as if several cold fingers were gripping their throats.

On the Makurag's Glory, those Astartes and mortal servants who were too close to the Nightbringers were instantly enveloped by a suffocating feeling and a dark fear of death, frozen in place and unable to move. Their bodies even began to grow cold and slide toward death.

This was Storm King's last trump card, but even he couldn't fully control this extremely powerful fragment of a star god. He could only issue rough instructions to the Nightbringer while he had just awakened and hadn't yet regained his will.
Like a cold wind blowing in the dead of winter, the chilling intent of death was directed at Robert Guilliman; the surging plasma current, like the pale fingers of death, reached out towards this regent of humanity.

The power of the Star God was transmitted through the electric current, and the touch of entropy swept over everything touched by the lightning. The process of matter becoming disordered was accelerated. The floor of this office collapsed into dust, the documents turned into ashes and disappeared, and Guilliman's heavy wooden table vanished in the blink of an eye.

The Emperor's Sword suddenly ignited, its blazing golden flames illuminating the dim room, colliding with the roaring lightning.
Fire and lightning surged and rippled like waves in water, while the Night Embrace transformed into a vortex of darkness, following the lightning, and instantly appeared before Robert Guilliman.

The Nightwalker, whose body resembled a dark blue metallic statue, raised his long, slender metal scythe. The aura of death seemed to freeze the surrounding space and time.

With a slicing sound, the scythe fell, and reality, space, time, dimensions, energy, matter—everything met its end at that moment.

Most of the office vanished in the blink of an eye, along with a section of the Macragge's hull, leaving everything exposed to the cold void.
Guilliman was like a helpless blue pebble, thrown into the cold void without wearing a helmet or any kind of vacuum equipment.

The Nightbringer once again transformed into a cold, deep vortex of darkness, driven by its sadistic and destructive desires, swirling into the void to hunt down Robert Guilliman.

Storm King stood on the edge of the vacuum; his metallic body was not afraid of the vacuum.
But Robert Guilliman was ultimately human; he could not survive in a vacuum for long.
Even if he can hold out for a while, how will he deal with the Nightbringers and fight against the scythe of the prototype of the Death God of a million races?

"Human Regent, I express my respect to you."

"Your logic and rationality have constructed a powerful order, so much so that I must seek the power of death to defeat you."

Storm King Imotek gazed at the cold void and spoke softly.

The deep space was so cold and dark that Storm King could not see Guilliman and the Nightbringers.

But it seems Guilliman's life is about to be taken away.
He shook his head slightly, took a small step forward, and placed half of his foot in mid-air.
If he could make it in time, perhaps he could seal Him away again before the Nightbearer fully regained consciousness.

“In the past, the Grim Reaper of mankind did indeed appear in this form, wearing a hood and holding a scythe.”

A voice suddenly rang out behind Storm King.
Storm King stiffened, turning his head slightly, only to see an ordinary human standing by the dilapidated office door, leaning against the wall and looking at him.

The entire office was clearly exposed to the void, with air rapidly dissipating, yet that mortal was standing right next to him without wearing any protective gear.

The human smiled as he looked at the Storm King, who had turned his head, and nodded slightly at him:
"But now, the Grim Reaper of mankind has taken on a different form." "Countless cultists around the world believe that the true Grim Reaper is a piece of dried meat that has sat on a golden throne for ten thousand years."

Old cured pork belly —————

Storm King was slightly taken aback. Just as the human finished speaking, a bright golden light suddenly burst forth in the deep void, as dazzling as a star at its peak.

Imhotep jerked his head toward the blinding light, only to see that the center of the light was Robert Guilliman.
But...but.
Robert Guilliman held the Emperor's Sword upright in the void with one hand. The longsword, burning with bright flames, shone like a lighthouse among the stars, blocking the Nightbringer's pale metal scythe.

The scorching fire slowly melted the frost on Robert Guilliman's body, hair, and face, and the Primarch slowly raised his head.

A pair of burning golden eyes appeared in the void.

The golden warp storms all around roared, swirled, and howled, thinning the veil between reality and the warp. Even Imhotep, who had no connection to the warp, could see it.

Behind Guilliman, a massive, dark, and blinding sun hung in the void, radiating boundless deathly aura, staring down upon the Nightbringers.
At this moment, it seemed as if Guilliman was the true Grim Reaper, and the Nightbringers were the souls waiting to be hunted by him.
Meanwhile, in subspace,

The Astartes, clad in mithril power armor, swung his shield, inscribed with ciphers, and smashed it into the face of the bloodthirsty berserker before him.
A thick, scorching mist billowed from the face of the bloodthirsty demon, as exorcising runes tore apart its body.

"Cardo Diego!!!" The bloodthirsty berserk roared savagely, calling out the name of the silver knight.
The Khorne archdemon swung its chainsaw axe, attempting to chop at the Silver Knight's head.

“I am not one of you blasphemous demons; reciting my true name will not save your life.”

The Silver Knight spoke coldly. Before the chainsaw axe could touch him, the long, silver blade in his hand, shaped like a cross, pierced the Great Demon's neck, easily twisting off the dog-like head, which he then grabbed and tossed at his feet.

The Great Demon's body also collapsed with a thud, becoming part of the crimson mountain of flesh beneath the Silver Knight's feet.

The bodies of 169 bloodthirsty berserkers and countless other lower-level demons piled up to form a mountain of blood at the Silver Knight's feet, and these demonic bodies were slowly dissipating into the warp.

The Silver Knight's silver eyes gleamed as he looked down at the mountain of blood, at the Khorne army that surrounded him, and pointed his silver sword at them.
"Who else wants to face my wrath?" he asked coldly.

"Cardo Diego!!"

"The Great Demon of the Cursed!"

"Muk, I fuck your mother!"

"Why would that beast Muka trap such a monster in the warp?"

A chorus of curses erupted from the demons, hurling insults at the demon prince Muka who had trapped his living father in the warp with a curse.

The Silver Knight sneered.

—His smile vanished abruptly.

The Silver Knight, or rather, the Grey Knight, High Instructor Cardo Diego, turned his head, his gaze piercing through the tides of the warp, landing on the bright, dark sun, and on the golden figure that flickered faintly on Robert Guilliman's body.

The will of the King of Kings departed from his golden throne and manifested in his offspring, thereby demonstrating his divine power.
"His Majesty?!"

"Why have you fled your throne again?!"

"How many times has this happened?!"

(End of this chapter)