Warhammer: Emperor's Ravenbringer

Chapter 113: Pseudo-History of Guilliman's Rebellion? ?

A crack appeared in the dark void.

The paradoxical light of the warp poured out from the cracks.

A fleet consisting of a strike cruiser and four frigates passed through the veil between reality and illusion and appeared out of thin air in the void.

The bow of the ship had a ram made of pure gold.

There are huge golden double-headed eagle emblems on both sides of the ship.

They shine brightly in the void and are very conspicuous.

Conventional engines are activated, propelling the battleship through real space.

The captains cast invisible nets into the void, striving to absorb all available data in the void.

"Displacement successful, we have successfully escaped from the High Heavens."

The Displacement Master, sitting in the complex mechanical throne, shouted, "All ships are in place. The Emperor's light protects us."

Guilliman stood on the bridge dais of the strike cruiser.

Below him is a football field-sized tiered space filled with densely packed consoles and machinery, emitting a noisy electronic hum.
Various positions on the bridge became busy due to the emergency, but everything was proceeding in an orderly manner.

Officers and servants walked hurriedly, the bridge echoed with the sound of manual machinery, and the gears meshed smoothly, preparing for war.

"Raise the shields and baffles."

Guilliman's voice was piercing.

Even without amplification equipment, he can ensure that staff in every corner can hear his words accurately and clearly.

The heavy steel panels of the main observation windows and portholes rise up to reveal a stunning view.

The gorgeous beauty permeates the starry sky where the Osiris Cluster is located.

If viewed from a cosmic perspective, the Osiris Cluster is very beautiful.

Clouds of dust and glowing gas extend outward from the core of the Osiris cluster in all directions.

The tip is lit up by stars, emitting brilliant light.

Of course, if people knew the truth behind this beauty, they would probably shudder at the malice of the universe.

Nebular material is continuously being sucked in by the star.

This process produces a huge amount of strong radiation, which makes the entire cluster glow and appear bright and clear.

In other words, the seemingly beautiful Osiris Cluster is actually a furnace of death, and any flesh-and-blood life form would find it difficult to survive under the strong radiation.

Of course, not all galaxies are furnaces filled with death radiation. Some galaxies far from the core regions also give birth to life.

These suitable worlds were shaped by humans into colonies suitable for the survival of their own race during the pioneering era when humans stepped out of the earth and headed towards the starry sky.

The Warp storms rage and the Age of Strife begins.

Osiris's many colonized worlds were isolated by storms and wars.

The commander of the XIII Legion, Glenn Wosoto, established contact with the local natives of the Seperis system.

Informed the other party of the Emperor's great ambitions and the existence of the Empire.

Finally, he extended an imperial invitation to the other party.

The local natives readily agreed to this.

However, during the peace talks, he launched a suicide attack.

Glenn Wosoto and a group of officers were killed, and even the flagship of the Thirteenth Legion, the "Thunder of Thersalan", was blown up.

According to the Ministry of Military Affairs, a Queen of Glory-class battleship equipped with the Empire's latest technology is on the way.

It will become the new flagship of the XIII Legion.

"Inquiry received." The communications director shouted, "It has been verified that it belongs to the Imperial ship series. They request to talk to us. Do you agree?"

"Bring the information in," Guilliman ordered.

A mechanical priest walked up to the console in front of the Primarch and entered a series of binary codes.

The machine woke up with a humming sound.

The Thinker stack embedded under the console began to beep.

The head immersed in the nutrient solution opened its mouth, and a large amount of bubbles came out.

The projection interface was dark at first, then lit up, and the image of a man appeared.

His face looked a little weathered, with several scars on it.

"Father Primarch, I am Marius Gage. I am sorry that I was unable to visit you in the First Expeditionary Fleet."

"It is more important to perform my duties. I will not accept your apology because there is no need for an apology."

"But I always feel like I should make time to see you."

"Now, we have met, just a little late, this is nothing." Guilliman smiled, "Don't apologize for this anymore, this is a request, and also an order."

"I understand, my lord." Gage nodded.

"Tell me about Seperis," said Guilliman.

"This is a tragedy and a major mistake on our part. The back-to-back wins blinded us and made us arrogant."

Gage's tone was somewhat heavy and sad.

"We all thought that Seperis was just a simple surrender, until they detonated their antimatter bombs, and then we realized that this matter was not that simple."

"Afterwards, we conducted an investigation with the help of the Mechanicus and found that the series of events pointed to a psychic alien race. We called it the Osiris Psychic."

A picture unfolded before Guilliman, showing an alien.

The aliens are tall and thin, and their armor is a blend of biological and mechanical features.

Guilliman read the reports obtained by the Mechanical Magos from the autopsy and research.

The alien race Osiris' mind-controlling species uses psychic power beyond imagination.

Each of them is a powerful psyker.

The body is not simply physical flesh, it has a gas-like touch.

They feed on the brains of intelligent creatures and are particularly fond of living brains, considering them a supreme delicacy.

The powerful mental force can easily destroy the will of most intelligent creatures and turn them into puppets controlled by themselves.

As for those creatures that can resist their psychic attacks, they will be mercilessly burned to ashes by the fierce fire of the warp, or captured and teased as toys, or used as food.

Their social structure is much like that of a nomadic tribe, living on huge void starships.

They drift from one world to another, never settling down, and after taking what they have, they leave.

The sages of the Mechanicus also figured out their harvesting process through means such as memory reading.

First, they use psionic powers to sow chaos and strife in their target worlds.

Next, they will intervene directly after the target becomes weakened by the infighting.

They will enslave as many local creatures as possible before being exposed, and then have them attack those that are still uncontrolled.

Those prey that are gifted with psionics and can resist them are taken aboard their ships and treated as the sweetest and most delicious delicacies.

"This race is like the nomadic hunters of ancient times." Guilliman carefully analyzed the data report submitted by the Mechanical Magus.

"Yes, they are very cunning. They will not choose to fight us head-on, but will continue to use the local natives to infiltrate and sabotage."

Gage looked bitter.

"They are proficient in mind control. Ordinary people can't resist it at all. As long as one of them infiltrates a ship, the ship is basically doomed."

"What are your plans next?" Guilliman asked.

"We have reorganized the legion and promoted a group of officers to fill the vacancies. The Mechanicus also promised to provide us with mental shielding devices and protective force fields. We will then launch an attack on them again," said Gage.

"It's a good plan, but they will never sit still and wait for death. They will most likely choose to escape." Guilliman pointed out the flaws in the plan.

"Too many have died. We must seek revenge."

"So what's your opinion?" Gage asked.

"The aliens must be made to pay with blood at lightning speed," said Guilliman.

"The military has no way to resist their mental control. Both the Knight Corps and the Navy are likely to be controlled."

"If friendly forces point their guns at us, it will be an extremely terrible disaster."

Gage did not agree with Guilliman's proposal.

"We need not engage in a large-scale war, but rather must assemble a small elite force," said Guilliman.

"Strike with the precision and speed of a scalpel, cut off the main trunk, paralyze the rest, and win."

"The Osiris mind-control species are proficient in mind control, which means they have a mind network that is unique to their species."

"Cut off the thinking head, and the rest of the body will naturally perish."

"Decapitation tactics?" Gage asked.

Guilliman nodded, "We will discuss the details after our meeting."

"Yes, Master Primarch."

Gage nodded.

After he bowed, the projected image flickered and disappeared, and the screen went black again.

Guilliman looked up, through the porthole, and saw the fleet in the distance.

They are suspended in the void, like majestic steel mountains, bringing a thrilling aura.

Smaller ships and frigates lined up in the shadow of the massive battleship.

Transport boats, glowing with the light of their propulsion engines, shuttled among the different ships.

Some ships were undergoing maintenance, and the blue glow from welding was clearly visible in the dark void.

After passing the identity check, the ship slowly stopped in the outer area of ​​the fleet.

Several transport boats took off, carrying Guilliman and a group of Astartes warriors to the temporary flagship of the XIII Legion.

Ten minutes later, accompanied by the roar of the engine, the transport boat slowly landed.

The dampers opened, holding the transport boat firmly in place.

High-pressure gas hissed and spurted out, and the mechanical device groaned as it opened the front hatch.

The Legion Commander, Marius, the Destroyer Captain of Terra, Hirax, and many other soldiers of the Thirteenth Legion stood in formation on the registration deck.

In addition, there are also accompanying recorders, poets, naval admirals, representatives of knight families, Titan Order worlds, and Mechanicus sages.
They watched as ten warriors wearing crested helmets stepped out of the cabin, each clad in shining armor, with a cloak with a double-headed eagle fluttering on their shoulders.

A living god then descended.

His armor is mainly blue with gold accents.

The double-headed eagle cloak draped behind him perfectly sets off his silhouette and extraordinary temperament.

A golden double-headed eagle emblem is inlaid on the breastplate.

A laurel wreath decorated with gold leaves was worn on his heroic forehead.

Guilliman looked around at everyone and smiled.

"It's a pleasure to meet you all."

Marius was the first to kneel on one knee, followed by many chapter masters and company commanders.

In this gesture they pledged allegiance to their Primarch Father.

At the strong demands of the Ravens, the Empire enacted a number of laws to limit the power of the Primarchs and prevent them from becoming dictators of the Legion.

However, the blood connection between the Primarch and his descendants, as well as their strong personal charm, will still make it easy for them to gain the loyalty of their descendants.

Guilliman walked over to Gage and helped him up.

"Are you willing to follow me and complete my father's great cause?"

"You are my leader and lord," Gage swore solemnly, "I will always follow you until the galaxy burns and the stars go out."

"I am honored." Guilliman smiled. "Now, let's discuss how to deal with those damned telepathic aliens."

The recorders hiding in the crowd raised their cameras or spread out papers to sketch quickly, trying to preserve this great moment forever in an artistic way.

A military meeting was called.

Guilliman devised a plan of assault.

They will return to the Seperis system and unleash their vengeance upon the Osiris mind-controllers.

After the meeting, several light cruisers, which were known for their speed, started up and left the fleet.

They made a short jump and quickly arrived at the Ceperis system.

The galaxy has three stars that form an intricate gravity map.

The battleship is equipped with the empire's most advanced communication system and auspicious array.

Ensure they can become invisible infiltrators and obtain enemy information without being noticed.

When they entered the Seperis system, they reduced the combustion efficiency of the reactor, shut down various systems, and reduced their presence.

Then, they spread out a wide net, greedily grabbing all the information they could absorb.

Guilliman sat on his throne on the command deck, a hologram of the Ceperis system hovering before him.

The huge bridge was empty, and only carefully selected crew members who were immune to a certain level of mental control were qualified to participate in this mission.

"We have successfully arrived in the Seperis system and are hiding ourselves with the help of the radiation from a star." The captain with the mechanical prosthetic eye reported to Guilliman.

"This is good news." Guilliman stared at the hologram. "Find the enemy. They are a species that travels through space. They must have their own ships. Find and destroy them. Those guys will have no way to escape."

After a while, the computing console connected to the auspicious array issued a buzzing warning sound.

The intelligence chief connected the data cable connected to his spine to the console, "Master Primarch, some special psychic signals have been detected."

"Show it," said Guilliman.

The hologram of the Seperis galaxy showed dots emitting red light.

They move slowly in the void.

Guilliman frowned.

The extreme engine in the body quickly reads relevant information and analyzes it.

After a moment, the Primarch smiled and reached out to select a few light spots on the holographic map.

"Lock on these. Transfer all the energy to the engine, go full throttle, and sail at the fastest speed."

"They will definitely find us. We have to chop off their heads before they can react."

The technicians of the Mechanicus sing their hymns to the machines.

The sages regulate the output of the energy pile and monitor the power ratio of the engine at all times.

The battleship began to tremble, and the system's multiple mechanical sounds began to whine.

The reactor, operating at low power, quickly ramped up its power, burning more intensely and emitting light brighter than a star.

The crew members secured their bodies to withstand the stress of the acceleration.

The ship cut through the void and headed straight for its target.

Before the enemy can react, you have reached the attack range.

The light spear array, which had already accumulated energy, was fired immediately.

A bright beam of light instantly illuminated the void.

Somewhere in space, something was distorted, revealing what was hidden behind the scenes.

It was a huge crystal ship as magnificent as a city.

His body was enveloped by a unique mysterious force field that blocked all attacks from the light spears.

The attack that was powerful enough to destroy the world only caused ripples on the enemy's force field shield.

"Concentrate firepower and penetrate its shield." Guilliman said, "Then, we will charge in."

Teleportation Hall.

The elite troops of the Thirteenth Legion were assembled here.

They were conducting a final battle readiness check with the help of their servants.

On the other side, a mechanical priest in a red robe was adjusting the parameters of the transmission equipment.

The crystal reaction columns crackled, providing energy to the energy-focusing array.

The Thinker system embedded in the wall beeps loudly.

The curled and entangled materialized ball of charged light was trapped in the force field flask, twisting as if it had life.

"The target's shield has been penetrated."

The sounds from the bridge were soon drowned out by the din of machinery and preparations.

But every Astartes warrior heard these words.

They silently switched the genetic engines in their bodies to combat mode.

"Start the transmission."

Guilliman's orders were transmitted to the transport hall.

The Mechanical Priests faithfully carried out his orders.

The chanting of the transporter machines reached its peak within a few seconds, like a beautiful chorus.

The deck vibrated from the movement of the machinery, and the noise grew louder.

A large amount of data and codes are jumping on the screen.

The space appears to be distorted.

After a moment, a teleportation light gate connecting to the crystal spaceship emerged.

"Attack." Gage, the legion commander, raised his sword and shouted.

The warriors marched on either side of him and ran into the portal.

A war broke out.

Osiris mind controllers are masters of psychic arts.

Able to use the power of the sky at will, summoning fire and thunder.

They also enslaved a large number of puppets and used them as cannon fodder.

But an Astartes who activates his genetic engine's combat mode also possesses powers far beyond those of ordinary humans.

After Gage and his companions entered the crystal ship, they had no chance to catch their breath.

They first encountered a group of human slaves.

These poor people have been completely controlled by the aliens and have become their tools.

The slaves held laser guns and pulled the trigger to fire as soon as they saw the Astartes.

Super-hot red lasers filled the corridor, scorching the walls and leaving steaming bullet holes in their wake.

Gage put his forearms in front of him like an armored mask and charged forward under the enemy's fire.

In his other hand he held the bolter.

Even without observing with the naked eye, he had already determined the enemy's position through the genetic engine.

"For the Emperor."

Gage roared and pulled the trigger repeatedly, shooting down the slaves. Broken limbs and arms were scattered everywhere, and the scene was extremely bloody.

Just after dealing with a group of human slaves, a terrible psychic shock swept over.

He was thrown several meters away despite being covered in heavy armor.

When he landed, his heavy body made a dull sound.

A slender Osiris mind-controlling species appeared in front of him.

The armor composed of biological and mechanical elements is placed on a gas-like body.

His eyes were glowing with an evil light, and were filled with hatred as he looked at Gage.

Gage kept pulling the trigger at the other party.

The bolter roared.

Bullets flew out.

Then, the legion commander sprang up, drew out his chainsword, and rushed towards the opponent.

The alien waved his hand, and invisible psychic power was released, forming a force field that blocked all the incoming bullets and made them float in the air.

The next second, Gage rushed up.

The chainsaw sword in his hand roared and spun, piercing through the opponent's body.

With a fierce swipe, the enemy was split in half.

The sound of crystal breaking was heard from within the other person's body.

The alien let out an extremely piercing scream.

The gaseous body turned into steam and dissipated, leaving only a set of shattered armor.

Inside the armor is a pile of gem fragments emitting strange colors.

When assembled, it's about the size of a fist.

Obviously, this gem crystal core is the lifeblood of Osiris' mind-controlling species.

Once destroyed, you will die.

With the help of the genetic engine, the Astartes' combat power is extremely fierce.

The battle was bloody and brutal.

Slave troops controlled by aliens kept rushing out from every corner, holding all kinds of weapons and shooting. Sometimes, Osiris's mind-controlled species appeared.

The powerful psychic impact turned the warriors with genetic engines into subatomic particles or a ball of burning plasma.

The Astartes had no fear of sacrifice.

They advanced firmly, responding to the aliens with swords and bullets.

There was a lot of fighting all the way, leaving countless corpses behind.

Splattered blood and torn flesh were scattered everywhere.

Guilliman also joined the battle.

The Primarch's wrath was unleashed upon every foe he encountered.

He didn't run or charge, but moved forward with ease.

In one hand he held a long sword covered with a tearing force field.

When the sword is swung, the enemy's body will be torn into pieces and they will fall.

The power fist on the other hand is equipped with a multi-barreled bolter of exaggerated caliber.

Every time it fires, there is a terrifying rain of bullets that easily tears the enemy apart.

So powerful and irresistible.

It also has an extreme engine that can manipulate concepts such as time and space.

He is the soul of this killing storm and the nightmare of every enemy.

He moved forward slowly, steadily and cruelly, unstoppable, just like the inevitable death that was unmoved by anything.

The psychic attacks released by Osiris's mind-controlling species were meaningless to him.

The extreme engine and the armor's defense kept him unscathed.

The guards gathered around him, shouting together, and killing bravely.

Guilliman fought his way through the enemy tide.

Arrived at the core area of ​​the crystal spaceship.

A thin alien that looks like a dead tree sits on a suspended crystal throne.

"How dare you come here, young latecomer?"

The Alien Lord spoke.

Terrifying mental forces penetrated Guilliman's mind, seeking secrets and weaknesses.

Manipulate those important moments in memory, create pain and anxiety, and turn them into self-deteriorating festering in the soul.

The Osiris Mind Control Race is a very ancient race that originated from a dark planet.

[Psychic attack detected, establishing a mental barrier and initiating a counterattack procedure]

Along with the sound of the engine system, a dull sound came out of nowhere.

The Alien Lord groaned and made a sound of pain.

[There is a loophole in the target's mental defense, and reverse invasion is initiated]

The Alien Lord had a look of pain on his face, and his eyes were shining with psychic energy.

It screamed silently.

A large number of images flooded into Guilliman's body.

He successfully invaded the other party's spiritual world and connected to the spiritual network of the other party's entire race.

Countless images and perspectives switched rapidly, and a huge amount of information flooded into his mind.

If it were a mortal's brain, it would probably burst.

"We must evacuate. The human army is here."

"Let those slaves kill themselves."

".."

Guilliman's heart sank.

Through the mind network, he realized the other party's vicious plan.

"Never."

Guilliman penetrated deep into the psychic web, intent on finding the hub that connected all minds.

Finally, he found it.

The source tracer.

Osiris is the king of the mind-controlling race and the source of the mind network.

Kill it and you'll stop what's about to happen.

"Are you spying on us? You want to stop what we are going to do, but unfortunately you can't do it, and you will become my slave instead."

The Originator was aware of Guilliman's intrusion.

It was intended to break Guilliman's mind and control the Primarch.

Unfortunately, it was doomed to fail.

The horrific mental power of the Primarch, coupled with the blessing of the extreme engine.

Guilliman quickly gained the upper hand in the mental battle, and even invaded the opponent's mind in return.

The tracer realized that something was wrong and decisively detonated the entire mental network, severing the connection.

The terrifying psychic power swept towards Guilliman like a storm, it was extremely terrifying.

Enough to detonate or extinguish thousands of stars.

At the same time, there were countless controlled creatures, and their desperate screams before death also rushed into Guilliman's mind and impacted his world of thought.

Before Guilliman could react, he was blown away by the horrific psychic storm that swept over him and fell heavily into the distance.

The extreme engine burst into a rapid alarm.

[The body is damaged by 60%, please seek timely treatment]

[Suffering from excessive psychic attacks, the mental barrier has failed]

Guilliman staggered to his feet.

The screams of the endless dead were still echoing in his mind, making it difficult for him to control his mind.

"Primarch."

"Primarch."

Other legionnaires rushed in.

Calling upon Guilliman's name.

Guilliman wanted to pull himself together and explain some things to them.

Suddenly, everything went black before his eyes and he fell to the ground unconscious.

When Guilliman woke up, it was three days later.

The mind network of the Osiris mind-controlling race exploded, releasing enough power to destroy everything.

Guilliman was only in a coma for a few days, which shows how powerful the Primarch was.

The Battle of Seperis was an unimaginable victory.

As the mind network was detonated, the aliens in various worlds of the Osiris Cluster suffered backlash.

Almost all of them were killed or wounded, and the entire clan was almost wiped out.

For the Thirteenth Legion, this is a glorious achievement in its record of success.

"What is happening to the worlds of the Osiris Cluster?" Guilliman asked the question that concerned him most.

Before the Thirteenth Legion launched its attack, the Osikris mind-controlling race planned to evacuate.

They ordered the slaves under their control to kill each other, causing civil wars to break out on various worlds in the Osiris Cluster, resulting in countless deaths and injuries.

When the mind network was detonated, a large number of slaves' heads exploded instantly, and they died on the spot in an extremely tragic way.

Very few people survived.

"I was still too weak and failed to save them! If I were a little stronger, maybe I could change everything."

Guilliman was filled with remorse.

During the battle, if you can suppress the alien king and prevent him from detonating the mind network, the outcome may change.

"We must avenge them and make those guys pay with blood."

Guilliman was filled with remorse.

He ordered the Thirteenth Legion to dig three feet underground to find the tracer and kill him.

However, the Thirteenth Legion went out in full force but gained nothing.

This incident caused Guilliman to become self-absorbed.

Although this incident was not his fault, it became a knot in his heart.

Plus, countless dying people have screamed in his mind world.

This caused a crack in his soul and caused him great pain.

The Emperor's Grand Plan.

The Emperor is still attempting to weave the Weave.

After so much hard work, he has achieved some results.

A miniature subspace gap was suspended in front of him.

The surging chaotic energy became docile after being filtered by magic, and the impurities in it were filtered out.

It is much safer to use and there is no need to worry about corruption.

The raven showed off its fries heartlessly.

By the way, I hope Waldo will run naked with the Imperial Guards under the moonlight while applying oil.

Waldo firmly refused and said that he would never do such a thing.

"Waldo, you have to know..." Raven was about to speak when he was stunned.

Waldo didn't hear what Raven said, so he turned around and saw Raven in a daze.

So he reached out and poked him.

"Are you OK?"

The raven ignored Waldo.

His eyes were quickly scanning various information and images, showing a possible future.

Guilliman was left with a gap in his heart and soul due to the Osiris mind-control incident.

Subsequently, due to various reasons, the gap continued to widen.

Eventually fell into darkness.

Not only did he embrace the Four Gods of Chaos, he also embraced the source of pollution, bringing terrible disasters to the entire universe.

"The fate of Guilliman's Heresy??"

Raven was shocked.

I was just too busy guarding against guys like Horus and Erebus.

I forgot that other Primarchs could also be corrupted.

Guilliman's Heresy was much more fun than Horus's Heresy.

Horus rebelled, and it was the rebels who were thrown into the Eye of Terror.

Guilliman rebelled, and no one knew who was thrown into the Eye of Terror!!
Although Old Thirteen is nicknamed the ICU God of War.

But his sons are not like that, each one is very strong.

During the Battle of Calth, a captured Centurion, without a power source, exploded and killed the Word Bearers.

In the future, Kalga became the backbone of the empire.

Titus, more Khorne than Khorne.

There is also the great and invincible Second Captain Sicarius.

When the Horus Heresy was dealing with the Ultramarines, the main attack was based on information asymmetry.

If Guilliman had received the news in advance, the Word Bearers led by Lorgar would have been beaten to a pulp.

The Ultramarines always have enough troops.

It’s enough to beat anyone.

After receiving the blessing of the four gods, Horus's evaluation of Guilliman was:

"He doesn't even need to go to the battlefield, he can defeat all of us with just paperwork."

Guilliman was involved in more scandals during the Heresy than Horus.

Who messed with xenos technology during the Heresy, Guilliman.

Who founded the Empire during the Heresy, Guilliman.

Who has the military power that both the Emperor and the Four Gods fear, Guilliman.

Who killed nine loyalist legions in one go, Guilliman.

During the Heresy, Guilliman rushed to Terra's aid, forcing the Four Gods to pull the Sol System completely into the Warp, isolating it from time.

Because Guilliman brought just enough troops.

It is enough whether you are fighting against the rebels, the loyalists, or both.

Horus rebelled just for fun.

It would be a disaster if Guilliman rebelled.

"Raven." Waldo poked the raven again.

The raven came to its senses, rolled its eyes at Waldo, and flew to the side of the emperor.

"Big guy, something happened to Old Thirteen, I have to go check it out."

"Go ahead." The emperor, who was still busy with experiments, did not even raise his head.

"Waldo, wait here. I'll go buy some oranges and come back to teach you a lesson."

After the raven finished speaking, it turned into a white mist and disappeared into thin air with a bang.

Waldo frowned.

I don't understand what Raven's last sentence means.

"I feel like this guy is taking advantage of me, but I can't find any evidence."

Raven has the ability to cross the void and appear anywhere in the universe at will.

Most of the time, he usually stayed away from the Emperor and just wanted to stay at home and eat French fries.

This time, for the physical and mental health of the future five hundred kings of the universe, Raven had no choice but to make one trip.

The temporary flagship of the Thirteenth Legion.

After the Battle of Seperis, Guilliman shut himself up in his study, refusing to eat or drink.

He felt guilty and blamed himself for what happened in the Osiris Cluster.

Normally, the Primarch would be grief-stricken, but not like this.

But Guilliman's soul was cracked by the impact of the dead, which made him fall into guilt and self-blame.

"Yo Yo, let me see who is hiding in the room feeling sad."

A raven appeared out of nowhere and landed in front of Guilliman's desk.

"Mr. Raven!!" Guilliman was stunned when he saw Raven.

"So it's the Smurf who is sad." The raven landed on Guilliman's shoulder, and the original power surged into the Primarch's body, repairing the cracked soul.

"Stop mocking me." Guilliman felt that his mood was inexplicably better and he was not as sad as before.

Raven said, "You are not to blame for what happened at the Battle of Seperis, Guilliman. Even if you had not participated, those people would have died. At least you avenged them, and the only imperfection was that the Originator escaped."

"I will kill it." Guilliman's eyes were filled with anger.

Raven nodded, "That's a good suggestion. We should really kill it."

"But I can't find it." Guilliman looked frustrated.

"So, here I am," said the raven. "I will help you solve this problem and get everything back on track."

"Can you find that guy?" The frustrated Guilliman suddenly became excited.

"Of course. Otherwise, how do you think I became the supreme ruler of the empire? By being cute and showing off French fries?"

"I always thought that was the reason!" said Guilliman.

Raven: “.”

"Gather your warriors, and I will open the tunnel and lead you to the Source, and then you kill it and put this all to an end."

"Understood." Guilliman nodded and went to gather the warriors.

The Primarch is very fast.

After a while, he came over with Gage and other elite veterans who had been implanted with the Imperial Engine.

"Let's go." The raven turned into streams of light, outlining a passage filled with brilliant colors.

The Primarch led the warriors into the passage.

The Tracer of the Origin was on a crystal battleship, his deep eyes looking into the endless void, revealing endless hatred.

"Human, we will come back, and then you will suffer our most insane revenge."

next second.

Light gushed out.

A group of heavily armored Astartes warriors appeared out of nowhere on the warship.

Hearing the noise, the Source Tracer turned around and widened his eyes that were emitting psychic light.

".."

I just muttered a few words in my mind.

You guys just came out like this?

Isn't the universe's hostility towards me a little too much? !
"Got you."

Guilliman, filled with rage, strode towards the Originator who sat on the Crystal Throne.

The Origin Tracer's guards leapt from the veil of aether and attacked Guilliman.

"For the Emperor."

Gage and other legions roared, activated the weapons in their hands, and rushed forward to clear the way for their primarch.

The two sides fought in a melee, and the fighting was extremely brutal.

Guilliman chopped the alien that was rushing towards him with a sword, and with his other hand, he clenched his fist and used the power of space to crush the alien into powder.

The Originator unleashed a psychic attack in an attempt to stop the Primarch.

However, the Primarch's fury pushed the Limit Engine to its limit.

The distorted space forms a barrier, deflecting the enemy's psychic power.

Guilliman lunged at the Originator.

"I said I'd find you and kill you, asshole. Now, I'm here to keep my promise."

The sword in his hand pierced the Source Tracer.

[Final ruling initiated]

[The target is a psychic life form, and the target's survival probability is determined to be 0]

Following the engine system's prompt sound, the Tracer turned into ashes and dissipated in the air.

The gloom that had been building up in Guilliman's heart suddenly dissipated.

Next, they massacred the entire crystal battleship and completely destroyed the entire race.

Let the Osiris mind-controlling species be completely swept into the dustbin of history, never to exist again.

Finish dealing with Guilliman.

Raven tore through space and returned to the laboratory of the Emperor's Grand Plan.

The Emperor had just finished his experiments and was shutting down the machine.

Seeing the raven coming back, he spoke.

"The preparation of the magic network has been successful. Now it is time for Malcador to proceed with the next plan."

"What's the next plan?" The raven who had just returned took a bite of French fries before asking.

"I plan to have Malcador build a golden throne," the Emperor said, "to serve as a hub switch for controlling the magic network, time nodes, and the Astronomican, etc., which are related to the warp."

When Raven heard this, he tilted his head and looked at the Emperor, asking questions word by word.

"You said you wanted to build a golden throne??"

"You are also shocked by this, this is a brilliant plan," said the Emperor.

PS: Here’s a meme first.

(End of this chapter)