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Chapter 219: The Defeat of the Primarch, Part 1
Roboute Guilliman, Lord of Macragge, the Great Primarch, was watching from his throne the final stages of leaving the Warp.

The Living Saint, the Archmagus, the Inquisitor, the Champion of the Black Templars, the Chapter Master and the Second Captain of the Ultramarines were all here, witnessing the final process of their return to Terra.

Now, he has too many questions to ask his father.

Not only the future of the empire, but also how he views the past of mankind and the meaning of this sword.

He entrusted the weapon to himself, and it was clear that Guilliman did not think he was the best swordsman.

A great angel or former warmaster would be more appropriate.

Ironically, no one but the Ultramarines thought he deserved the sword, yet now the Emperor's weapon hung at his waist.

Guilliman looked at the sword, it was firmly at his waist, hanging there like a tamed beast.

He remembered how powerful it was in his father's hands, and he had seen how the Emperor, in fulfilling his duty on Earth, wielded it to crush countless foes.

Guilliman couldn't help but ask, could he do the same?
He wasn't sure.

He could only focus his attention on the star map, because the answer was in Terra's palace, in his father's room, before the Golden Throne.

He remembered being late once, and he still felt guilty about the situation. Perhaps if the Ultramarines had arrived at the palace earlier, things wouldn't have developed to this point.

As he thought of this, he saw the Mandeville Point being torn apart, and he hurriedly wanted to walk in there and leave the core area of the vortex.

But, several bright red ships began to appear, and then one after another, the enemies continued to enter the area.

They didn't shoot, just blocked Mandeville Point, and Guilliman realized they didn't want to leave on their own.

But this only strengthened the Primarch's desire to see his father and to open a road between Macragge and Terra.

However, reports of attacks soon began to come in from inside the ship, and a few minutes later, the bridge doors were opened.

The brains of several Ultramarines of the Primarch's Honor Guard and the mortal soldiers of Macragge's Honor Guard suddenly exploded, and their flesh and blood were scattered all over the ground.

And several bright red Space Marines walked into this place with guns.

There is also a huge object, a blue demon, Carlos the Weaver.

They broke through many defenses, their bodies covered with bright red marks, some of their own, some of the Space Marines', and some of mortals'.

But overall, the flow was unobstructed, because the Primarch placed most of the forces that could resist them here.

But what puzzled Guilliman was why this great demon dared to come in here.

The Living Saint now spread his wings, Cawl raised his power axe, and there were also elites like Calgar and Sicarius.

Not to mention how fiercely the Emperor's Sword burned, just Guilliman's wrath alone was too much for ordinary people to endure.

The treacherous birdman smiled. "Well, Magnus's spell can obscure fate, and I can modify those things. If we cast the spell together, not even your Corpse King will be able to sense it..."

"This is your fate, the fate of death."

Among the Red Pirates, a blood-red angel stepped out. He was originally a member of the Blood Angels, but now he has joined the Red Pirates.

He said seriously, "Guilliman is our prize. As agreed, the Primarch shall belong to Lord Xuron."

This attitude of dividing the spoils immediately angered Calgar. He quickly punched the traitor, but a demon was willing to act as a meat shield.

He flashed in with his psychic power and served as a shield for the Chaos Space Marine. Before Calgar could retract his attack, the red angel cut into Calgar's shoulder with his power sword.

The Chapter Master's arm was nearly severed, but Sicarius intervened to interrupt the attack. They retreated to safety, but the Fateweaver had already prepared their web.

This place is filled with demons, and any attack will be hindered by those brainwashed demons, who will sacrifice themselves to pave the way for the invaders.

The Living Saint sensed something was wrong and spread his wings, but at that moment, two hidden shapeshifting monsters suddenly appeared and grabbed the Saint's wings with their hands.

Their bodies are engraved with runes, and not even the Emperor's power can instantly consume them.

They screamed in pain, but Celestine felt even worse. The runes from the Lord of Trickery made her wings turn black as if they were poisoned.

At the same time, Carlos began to wave his staff slowly.

The fighting power here is now almost bound. The Red Corsairs can deal with the Ultramarines and the Black Templars. The demons can bind the Living Saints.

And he would deal with Guilliman.

Kaul and the Inquisitor are nothing to be feared.

Everything is calculated.

The Emperor's Sword would once again lose its luster, as it had for ten thousand years.

And the Primarch Guilliman will become a prisoner.

no doubt.

He laughed sharply, and that disgusting sound was frightening. Guilliman also felt that the situation was leaning towards Chaos. He tried his best to raise his father's sword and ran towards Carlos quickly.

The demons that were trying to hinder him kept appearing and flashing, but those high-level demons were instantly burned to ashes by the flames like ridiculous things.

Once the sword touches, even without using force, those invincible things will be reduced to ashes.

But Carlos saw Guilliman's most core weakness.

He does not know the magic of psychic powers, nor does he have psychic resistance like the Lion King, Wolf King, or Angel among the Primarchs.

He was unable to resist the curse of Slaanesh, and Fulgrim's blade alone had sent him to sleep for thousands of years.

So Carlos cast a spell for him.

Now, at the moment when the Emperor's sword is about to strike the great demon.

Carlos laughed.

Countless malevolent voices echoed across the bridge, while thousands of demons chanted spells simultaneously.

The intense sensation broke through the heat of the Emperor's sword and reached Guilliman's heart and soul.

The Primarch's resilience was greater than that of mortals, stronger than that of Space Marines, but Guilliman's spiritual attainments were almost negligible compared to those of his brothers.

At this moment he knelt on one knee, the Emperor's Sword struggling to support his body, but now.

The Primarch could no longer move.

This is an evil curse from Chaos, and it is also a net carefully woven by Carlos. The fattest and largest prey he has ever encountered in his life has quietly fallen into it.

Guilliman said angrily. "What is that noise!"

Carlos replied. "This is your confusion, pain, and desire, but also my victory, joy, and wicked laughter."

"You lose, Guilliman."

His sharp claws reached out to the Primarch. The Living Saint watched the scene in pain. Calgar and Sicarius were hindered by the successive Red Corsairs and demons and could only struggle.

Kohl and the Inquisitor were not good at fighting and could not even protect themselves.

By the Emperor, it looks like the expedition is really coming to an end...

But at this moment, the engine roared like thunder.

A huge monster came roaring and instantly tore off one of Carlos' wings.

It was a metal monster with a chassis like a Chimera armored vehicle and a body like a heavy tank, but it was faster than a reconnaissance vehicle.

It is equipped with strange horns, large and sharp, and often polished. Although it is made of ordinary iron and gold, it can tear the body of the demon apart.

Inside it, Taylor was cursing.

"What's going on? Nothing! Crash!"

(End of this chapter)