I'm in Warhammer, please don't praise Doraemon

Chapter 653 The mastermind behind Caliban's destruction is truly wicked!
A crimson giant arm shattered the veil of reality, arriving with psionic energy akin to a torrent from the warp.

The powerful attack even pushed the Void Shield of the Glory Queen-class battleship Red Tear to its limit in an instant, almost causing it to collapse.

Golden light surged from the blood-tear-like bow of the Red Tear, and two angels, one red and one gold, flew out, circling the ship.
Saint Gilles' figure appeared atop the ship's bow, his pure white wings fluttering gently, swirling with a pure white, blazing light that collided with the crimson behemoth's arm.
The lament of reality resounded, and wings woven from red, blue, and more than nine thousand other ever-changing colors unfolded. The battle-hardened, scarlet body, soaked in sweat, shone like a dark red gem in the void.

"So, the muscles in wings can be exercised too!?"

Magnus looked at Saint Gilles using his wings to shield his well-trained arms and exclaimed in genuine amazement.
He then realized that his training was not perfect, and that he had overlooked the fact that the wings behind him could also be trained.

"You truly are my brother!" Magnus laughed heartily, revealing his bright front teeth, and gave Sanguis a thumbs-up.

Saint Gilles hovered in the void, gazing at Magnus who stood before him, and his lips moved slightly as he uttered his question, expressing his confusion:
"His control over you has weakened considerably. Instead of staying home on your steroid planet and working out, what are you doing here blocking my way?"

Saint Gilles' words silenced Magnus for a brief moment, and the smile on the Primarch's lips vanished in that instant.

“I still have a son, I still have a family.”

"I want to ensure that they can all freely access their medication."

Magnus replied as if answering a completely different question:

"Sorry, bro, someone like you who can freely administer medication probably wouldn't understand."

"We can only listen to the coach about what medicine we should use."

Saint Gilles lowered his eyes with pity, gently holding the tear-like spear of Bigong before him, all his emotions ultimately turning into a soft sigh:
"Of all of us, you are the one most affected by fate."

"Probably because I don't have a high tolerance for drugs," Magnus continued, reading the random replies.

The two Primarchs seemed to be communicating, but it also seemed like they weren't on the same wavelength at all.
In the end, all words vanished, leaving only the roar of spears, silver swords, and muscles.

"Nine birds pulling the coffin! Hundred birds needling technique! The rotation of three million muscles!!!"

Magnus's crimson muscles, as if infused with water, collided with a force even larger than the Red Tear, surging and crashing towards Saint Gilles's face.

Saint Gilles charged forward, brandishing the Spear of Pygmalion; crimson blood spurted from Magnus's arm, scattering into the air.

Just looking at the blood caused the Astartes and even the Necromancers present to feel a muscle ache.

"Prospero Gymnasium II! Assemble!" Magnus roared in battle.
With his other hand, he clenched his fist in mid-air, tearing space apart. A group of red-letter warriors surged out like a blue wave, rushing towards the Red Tear and Saint Gilles.
Saint Gilles' spear pierced one of the red-letter warriors, but in an instant he froze at the texture of flesh?
The Scarlet Warrior's armor originally contained only dust and an unconscious soul, but now, that dust has somehow reformed into muscles. It has no organs, no brain, no bones, but it does have muscles.

Magnus really did help the Red Knights build up their muscles.

This momentary daze exposed Saint Gilles' weakness, and Magnus's boundless muscular power slammed straight into Saint Gilles's face, slightly distorting and deforming his beautiful features.
Saint Gilles's face shifted, and suddenly a profound, dark, and mad image appeared. A dark angel spontaneously emerged from Saint Gilles's body, wielding a crimson sword, wreathed in boundless evil power, and pierced straight into Magnus's ribs, aiming for Magnus's heart.

"Wow, that's amazing! They actually developed another set of muscles through training!"

"But I'm not bad either. I've built up muscles all over my body, and I don't have any internal organs anymore!"

As he spoke, Magnus reached out and grabbed the dark angel's head, then flung it away into the distance.

Saint Gilles seized the opportunity and thrust his spear, Pygmalion, into Magnus's neck.
But Magnus, with a quick turn of his head, actually used his incisors to forcefully press down the gun barrel.
At the same time, Magnus tightened his grip on the chain wrapped around his hands, and the heavy Book of Magnus hanging at his waist was flung out like a meteor hammer.

The Book of Magnus is now vastly different from what it used to be. Its thick pages are completely blank, but the cover is forged from extremely heavy metal, and the ramming corners are as sharp as blades, aimed directly at Saint Gilles' temple.

Saint Gilles hurriedly retreated, dodging the Book of Magnus.
In those brief few moments of exchange, Saint Gilles had already confirmed one thing.
That was Magnus. He actually managed to merge with his own warp properties through training, reaching the same level as Sanguiles and Kolakos.
But Magnus's state was also very strange. Sangilius and Collacus, on the other hand, attained self-realization, knowing their own essence and understanding the form in which they were born within the material universe.
But Magnus, and his subspace essence, no longer know what they are. Magnus doesn't know what his subspace essence is; his subspace essence, the Book of Magnus, has been cleansed by Zhou Yun, and he no longer knows what he is. In this way, it's as if Magnus completely knows his subspace essence.
Moreover, this awakening is a complete fusion. It can be seen as Magnus's form before the material universe was born transforming into his present form, or it can be seen as Magnus transforming into his form before the material universe was born, even more thoroughly than Sanguielles's return from the dead.
It seems unlikely that Sanguis will be able to break through Magnus's blockade in the short term.
Saint Gilles turned his head slightly and looked into the distance.
Zhou Yun's figure was becoming increasingly elusive and indescribable, like a metallic blue cloud that sometimes revealed its true form, sometimes transformed into a dragon, and finally vaguely resembled Doraemon.

He is intertwined with the Soul Forge.
As a competitor in the realm of malevolent arts, Zhou Yun was irresistibly drawn to the path of ascension the moment he completed his sacrifice. Forging the Soul Furnace was also something he had to do, driven by the impulses of the warp currents. This was Vashtor's calculated scheme; he practically sacrificed his own domain to forcibly buy time, only taking Longlin Star with him to find the "weapon," and then using the "weapon" to ascend.
Saint Gilles felt a little strange. He didn’t quite understand why Vashtor was so sure that the “weapon” could force him to ascend without offerings, rituals, or sufficient emotional support.

If the "weapon" truly possesses such divine power, then we can only place our hopes on Ryan and Fugan.
Longlin Star is tearing apart reality and the subspace, constantly excavating pathways like blood vessels within these two realms, heading towards higher dimensions.
The Earth's crust is constantly moving and shifting, and the planet itself is flickering repeatedly between different dimensions—this is something Vashtor deliberately does.
He used this method to ensure that Zhou Yun's Anywhere Door wouldn't directly locate him.

However, Vashtor knew that even without using the Anywhere Door, Zhou Yun's subordinates still had the power to reach Dragon Forest Star.

Because Longlin Star ultimately belongs to Caliban, the connection between this planet and Ryan Al Johnson is unbreakable.
If Ryan wanted to, he could walk through the forest and reach Dragon Forest Star without needing to locate it.

Leaves drifted slowly down from the trees, and muddy soil appeared on the steel-clad ground shrouded in black smoke.

Clad in dark green power armor and wielding a kite shield and a sharp blade, the lion strode onto Dragon Forest Star, surveying his surroundings with an unfriendly expression.

Beside the lion followed two small figures draped in dark red robes; they were the Dark Watchers, native beings of Caliban.
"You little thing, are you really not an alien?" Standing not far from the lion, Fugen, clad in shimmering gold and purple power armor, asked with a smile.

Three abrupt sword scars marred the perfection of his face.

+Our race is composed of pure imperial spirits.+
+Doraemon taught us that we can say it like this.+
"Given that person's definition of humanity, he'll one day declare that the Greenskins are a mushroom-type human subspecies, and he might even declare that the Tyranids are a kind of human." Fugen couldn't help but shrug.

Ryan glanced briefly at Fugen, his gaze settling on Fugen's face, marred by the three sword wounds.
"It looks much better than before," Ryan commented.

"That's right. If my father were willing to wear the power armor I designed, he would surely be even more—"

“I’d rather lick Guilliman’s boots,” Fugan said, glancing at the soldier following behind him.

Apart from Chapter Master Thor and former Phoenix Guard Commander Alkenes, Fugan did not allow any of the Phoenix Sons Chapter's original foremen to accompany him; this battle was not suitable for those young warriors.
His father, the Lord of Mankind, used the last of his power to give Fugen a powerful and loyal army.
The sulfurous flames burned on the warrior beside Fugen. His power armor was ostentatious, a massive golden phoenix piercing through his left shoulder and down to his chest. Purple was scarce, gold abundant, and tassels and decorations were piled on it as if they were free.

Strangely, however, all that decoration did not bring any sense of luxury. Instead, it made Fugen feel like he was a garbage collector who had hung all the trash he had found on his body.

“Alas, I often feel fear when I look back on those days. Will my magnificent and beautiful power armor corrupt me?” the warrior of the Cursed Legion lamented.

Slaanesh would hang you on the spot if he even glanced at you. Fugen felt disgusted with his offspring's taste.
Akulduna, the son of the Emperor and former second company commander, the chief swordsman of the Third Legion, the First Court Swordsman, and the owner of Forgrim Manor, possessed martial skills comparable to Sigismund's among all the Astartes.
From this perspective, he was undoubtedly the son of a model emperor, but it's also unlikely that he was the son of a model emperor.

Aside from martial arts, Akulduna is unlike any other son of the emperor in many ways. His artistic talent is practically nonexistent, his cooking skills are so bad they nearly killed Lucius, and his leadership abilities are rather mediocre. Among a group of arrogant and self-important sons of the emperor, Akulduna is surprisingly sincere, reckless, enthusiastic, and somewhat reckless in his own safety.
However, his swordsmanship could compensate for all the above shortcomings. He once single-handedly pierced the entire Steel Hand with two swords, only narrowly losing to Feralus.

Fugen even had a vague feeling that he, now just a clone, might not be able to defeat Akulduna.

Accompanying Akulduna were approximately five hundred loyal sons of the Emperor from the Cursed Legion, including renowned loyal sons such as the Ancient Sage Rellano and Solomon Demeter.

Taviz was not among them; his will resided within Thor's body through a genetic seed from him, which allowed him to better exert his power.

“How did our Caliban become like this?” The first Archangel Zabril looked at Caliban and couldn’t help but utter these words softly.

He was of Terran descent and didn't really have any feelings for Caliban, but he was still shocked to see the former Caliban transformed into this ugly, mechanical mess.

This is Caliban's true nature.
The voices of the Dark Watchers rang in everyone's ears:

The Caliban that once looked like that was simply its inanimate form as an ouroboros.
This is also the outcome that our people, as jailers guarding Caliban/Ouroboros, wanted to avoid.
But who knew that ten thousand years later, Caliban would inexplicably explode—perhaps due to some sinister force.
These robed little men always called themselves the ouroboros jailers, the guardians of Caliban.
Upon hearing that there might be some sinister force behind the Caliban bombings, Zabril and the other Angels of Forgiveness were visibly agitated.
They wanted to know exactly what had happened back then.

What terrifying force could possibly control everything, orchestrating the destruction of the Dark Angels Legion and causing the Lion's offspring to fall apart and turn on each other?

If they find out who the mastermind is, the Angels will surely tear them to pieces.
But before the angels of forgiveness could speak, a slight tremor rippled across Dragon Forest Star.

An orange-yellow light instantly enveloped the planet's surface, tearing apart the continuity of spacetime.
Cracks began to sweep towards the Imperial forces from all directions, attempting to engulf them.
(End of this chapter)