Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 227: Brothers' Battle, Part 4
The Sisters of Silence and the Emperor's Guards, they are the true legends of the Imperium, formed by the Emperor, forged by the Emperor, and indestructible.

They are covered in golden armor and hold exquisite weapons in their hands. Evil spirits dare not approach them, and Chaos dare not invade them with their power.

They are Terra's last line of defense, both shield and spear.

They are one of the Emperor's greatest legacies to humanity.

When a superhero who far surpasses the Space Marines appears, it often means that the situation is quite bad.

When those golden giants fell near the Demon Primarch like exploding shells, the tall golden halberds were enough to threaten his life.

Guilliman did not expect the arrival of the Guards. He did expect his father's help, but according to his memory, the Guards would not leave the palace.

Even when his eldest brother rebelled, those golden giants simply relied on the Emperor to form an indestructible array.

Guilliman read. "So, is the situation really that serious?"

A golden-armored warrior replied to the Primarch. "If you think so, then so be it."

"Long time no see, Lord Guilliman."

Guilliman said with a hint of nostalgia. "I remember your voice. Even though it was hidden beneath the golden visor, I still cannot forget your cries as you held the palace to your death."

The Custodian, halberd in hand and draped in golden armor, replied to the Primarch. "It feels good to impress a Primarch."

He swung his long halberd as several Sisters of Silence swiftly advanced. They were born untouchables, powerful warriors, and the Emperor had found them and used them.

But they had no regrets and were willing to dedicate their strength to this empire. Now, thousands of years have passed, and the Sisters of Silence have almost disappeared from people's sight.

But now, they became the vanguard to stop Magnus, making the Primarch's spells useless and his hand gestures ineffective, and he could only use close combat to deal with his brothers and the Imperial Guards in a miserable manner.

At the same time, the Emperor's Sword was aggressive, the Custodians' Golden Halberds were deadly every time, and Sicarius was often by Guilliman's side.

Although that guy was just a Space Marine, his swordsmanship was not bad. After fighting with Magnus for a few rounds, he began to remember how the Primarch moved.

Cleverness defeated brute force, stealing the show, and the ingenious power sword gave Magnus a headache.

At this moment, the Demon Primarch flapped his wings behind him angrily, and the huge demon wings carried his body into the sky. As he was keeping a distance from the Sister of Silence, he waved his staff.

The spiritual energy caused countless corpses to spin in the sky and fall rapidly, accumulating into a duel arena made of blood and rotten flesh, and the only people in it were his brothers.

Roboute Guilliman.

The Primarch of the Ultramarines watched as the Sisters and the Custodians were stopped outside, but he did not show any panic, because panic was useless.

At the same time, as a space Roman, doesn't Guilliman like the duel arena?
He raised his weapon and said, "If you are defeated by me, then the Emperor's sword, my father's sword, will slay you."

Magnus replied. "If I prevail, all hope is lost, all the bad changes are realized, and the Imperium is dead, and the Emperor is no more."

Their eyes met, and the huge body slowly moved forward.

Outside the huge duel arena, Taylor cursed while holding a telescope. "What's going on?"

"I'm having a great time watching it!"

"Those Primarchs, the Custodians and the like fighting is something that only happens once in a thousand years!"

He cursed. "Miss Leitlin, did you take the picture?" He looked at the half-man holding the camera, patting the body of the camera with a frown on his face.

Apparently, because of the Chaos Energy and the Sisters of Silence, they didn't get what they wanted.

Taylor rolled his eyes and continued to deal with the remaining enemies.

A few hours later, the Primarch's duel arena suddenly broke open, and a huge blue body was thrown out, covered with wounds.

Guilliman's Armor of Fate was covered in cracks, his skin had severe burn marks, and he looked wrinkled, like an old man.

The flames on the Emperor's Sword were only half as fierce as usual, and the Primarch, panting, supported himself with the weapon, looking resentfully at the Daemon Primarch.

Taylor seemed to understand something. After all, Guilliman liked to fight alone but he was not good at it, so he obviously failed again.

This is the worst kind of addiction there is.

Magnus strode forward, building a barrier net with corpses like a victor, and at the same time placed his staff on Guilliman's head, like a king facing his servant.

Although the Daemon Primarch's armor was also cracked, his body was constantly repaired by the demonic power, and it seemed that he was in more than just a better condition than Guilliman.

He even had a vague feeling that he was becoming more and more proficient in the fight.

Taylor couldn't help but gasp in amazement. Even the Guardians, the Sisters, and the elite Ultramarines Guard, also known as the Champions of Macragge, were a little anxious.

After all, Magnus's deep wariness and fear of them was exaggerated.

Now they swung their blades and tried to cut a little flesh from the wall of corpses, so that more would fill the gap.

Even if they were exhausted, as long as Magnus could still breathe and chant the spell, Guilliman would never win.

Unless, there is a little bug here, a being that can never hurt the Primarch, but has the ability to hurt him. Such an unexpected existence can break Magnus's power and allow Guilliman to turn defeat into victory.

But who can...

Taylor sighed suddenly.

"That old fellow Guilliman is useless. I have to rely on him."

Then he lowered his head and muttered to himself, "I can do it, I can do it... My contribution will be passed down to future generations..."

"No, ghosts want merit! Change your mind!"

He closed his eyes, thinking about the pastoral areas in the agricultural world and the seaside villa. When the time comes, he will use agricultural tools to raise delicious alien tuna on the hydroponic ranch.

But he immediately thought that if Guilliman failed, he would be reduced to a laborer under the eyes of the Chaos Gods.

Or be used as a toy by Slaanesh.

He immediately became alert and shouted, "Charge towards that red-skinned ghost!"

Ms. Katie asked. "Huh? Boss, are you serious? We're fighting the Primarch?"

Taylor scratched his head. "I have no choice but to fight..."

"Close your eyes, step on the gas, and do whatever you want!"

With that he got into the car, while Ferenstein hummed as if to say.

What Primarch? Just a red Ogryn!

On the other side, Guilliman realized that he did not have the strength to defeat his brother. He was severely burned by the psychic flames and could even smell the charred scent of his own flesh and blood.

He failed, and let down his father and many of his descendants.

Failed humanity and the Empire.

He was not as powerful as Sanguinius, not as good at fighting as Llane, and not as agile and brutal as Russ.

He had nothing, not even as much as his traitorous brothers.

Guilliman lowered his head. Although he had not given up hope in his heart, he did not have enough strength.

He needed time, even a moment, but no one could restrain his brother.

He felt Magnus raise his staff, and he felt death approaching.

But when everything disappeared from Guilliman's mind, he heard a buzzing roar.

Very familiar...

But he is only human.

How can it be?

But when the heavy wall of corpses was broken, Magnus was knocked to the ground by a mortal engine, and rapid shouts were heard from inside the car.

"I really did it?! No no no! Retreat! Retreat!"

Then the chariot reversed and drove away, leaving Magnus with most of his arm cut off, looking confused.

Guilliman got his chance. He stood up and used the Emperor's Sword to tear open one side of the Wall of Corpses, letting the Custodes and the Sisters of Silence in.

The Imperial Guards immediately cut off the wings of the Demon Primarch, and the Sisters of Silence surrounded Magnus tightly.

The red giant said resentfully. "I won, Guilliman! I won!"

"Ha, kill me, just as you said."

Guilliman answered calmly. "You win, and you lose."

"And I will not exile you, or kill you, for I know you are not all that my brother has. You are a broken soul, and Tzeentch holds many more of you."

"So your body is the most valuable..."

Guilliman said to the Custodians. "Will you seal him? Let the Lunar Fortress hold this traitor until the end of time. I want him to witness the rise of the Imperium once more, powerless to stop it."

"He will know who won."

Magnus lowered his head helplessly, announcing his defeat.

On the other side, Taylor, who was eavesdropping on the conversation, raised his head and made a sharp comment.

"No, why is Guilliman so petty?"

(End of this chapter)