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Chapter 293 Ms. Eudon is very professional at beating her son.

"A child? He must be very disobedient for his mother to travel so far to find him."

Giant Zhengzheng stared blankly at the roasted meat in his hand.
The traveler let out a hoarse laugh.
“He was really disobedient. He always stayed up late, never ate on time, and always put himself in danger. Because of this, whenever I met him, I couldn’t help but scold him and would hit his armor with my cane.”

“That’s good.” The giant’s mood turned somber. “Disobedient children do need to be disciplined.”

"Look, this is the walking stick. It won't hurt people, but it will make armor clang loudly." The traveler took out a wooden walking stick with a very smooth surface.

The giant stared at the staff in a daze until the traveler struck him with it.

"Why did you hit me?"

"Because you disobeyed." The traveler took off his hood and pulled down the face covering, revealing a weathered face.

Upon seeing that face, a lightning bolt seemed to strike the giant's mind.
He remembered everything.

His name is Robout Guilliman, the Regent of the Empire of Man, Lord of Macragge, and King of the Five Hundred Worlds.

When Guilliman remembers his past
Everything around them changed rapidly.
The wilderness disappeared and was transformed into the bustling Makurag.

Ms. Euton's clothes also turned azure blue.
Everything has returned to how it was before it was completely changed.

"Ms. Yoton, what are you doing here?" Guilliman asked excitedly. He had witnessed Ms. Yoton vanish into thin air, so how could she be here again?

“Because there’s a disobedient child.” Ms. Euton reached out and grabbed Guilliman.

Her hands were so small that they could only hold one of Guilliman's fingers.

Just like when young Guilliman held one of her fingers and led her through the garden.

"The subspace is a world of idealism. If one person can truly love another, then that person is granted immortality. Luo Jia shattered only my soul, but not your love for me, so I returned to your side."

Ms. Euton reached out her hand, and Guilliman obediently knelt down on one knee so that she could touch his face.

"You still don't know how to take care of yourself. Look at all those gray hairs."

"It must be very tiring to shoulder such a heavy burden."

Ms. Ewton was heartbroken, her eyes filled with tears.

Guilliman buried his head in Ms. Euton's arms. "I'm not tired. As long as you don't leave me, I don't feel tired."

“You need to learn to say goodbye, to say goodbye to everything you’ve lost,” Ms. Euton said. “You have a long road ahead of you, so don’t dwell on the past.”

"Be strong, Guilliman. Don't let anger consume you; understand it, control it, and overcome it."

Tears streamed down Ms. Euton's face.

When she died, Guilliman was still fighting abroad.
She could imagine how heartbroken the child would be when he learned of her passing.

Not long ago, she died in front of him again, driving him mad.

And now, she has to leave him again.

Ms. Euton suddenly felt that she was being cruel, that she was constantly hurting Guilliman.

"You'll have to walk your own path from now on, child."

Ms. Euton wiped away her tears. "Don't lose control like this again. It's dangerous."

"If those evil things take the opportunity to invade, you will become just as terrible as your brother."

"Promise me you'll never do that again."

“Okay, I promise you.” Guilliman looked up and gazed at Ms. Euton.

"Can you not leave?"

Ms. Euton shook her head. "Learn to let go and say goodbye, Guilliman."

“I don’t want to,” Guilliman said.

“Listen to me,” Ms. Euton said gently. “When you have completed your mission, when you reach the end of your life, I will come again. But for now, you must do what you are supposed to do.”

Guilliman was reluctant to let go, but under Ms. Eudon's gaze, he slowly loosened his grip.

Immediately, Ms. Eudon transformed into specks of light and vanished into the air.

With the disappearance of Ms. Euton,
Everything around us changed again.
Guilliman returned to the vast wilderness.

At that moment, a beam of light appeared on the horizon, releasing ripples.

A voice came along with the ripples, calling Guilliman's name.

It is composed of the voices of many individuals.

Guilliman recognized the voices of Lane, Sicarius, and many of his sons and subjects of the Empire.

They called out to him, hoping he would return to the Empire, to their side.

Guilliman took one last look around the wilderness, then got up and walked toward the light.

As soon as he took his first step, the beam of light suddenly appeared in front of him.

He stepped into the light, and a dazzling, intense light enveloped everything.
Guilliman felt that everything in front of him was white and he couldn't see anything.

He blinked instinctively, and the bright light dissipated, allowing the Primarch to see everything around him clearly.

Ryan, Sicarius, and others were standing beside him.

When he opened his eyes, Ryan excitedly hugged him tightly, "You're finally awake, Guilliman."

"I thought you were going to sleep forever!!"

"Cough! Cough!" Guilliman coughed, reaching out a weak hand to shove Ryan. "With such a big move from you, I'm going to die at your hands before I even die at Luo Jia's hands."

"Okay, okay, I was wrong." Ryan let go of Guilliman's hand and helped him sit up.

"My head hurts so much, it feels like I've been hit hard by something." Guilliman reached up and touched the back of his head.

Ryan was instantly a little embarrassed.
It was he who smashed Guilliman with the Emperor's Shield, knocking the enraged Guilliman unconscious with a single blow.

"It's just a headache, nothing serious," Ryan changed the subject. "Anything else wrong with your body? You haven't been bewitched by the Four Chaos Gods, have you?"

Guilliman: "…………"

"How's the battle going?" Guilliman ignored Ryan's question and instead inquired about the outcome of the battle.

"It has ended."

Ryan gave a detailed account of both the Battle of the Web and the Battle of the Vigilant Star.

With the blessing of the gods, Abaddon defeated Calgar and took the opportunity to destroy the Blackrock Field, causing Vigilant Star to be swallowed by the Chaos Tide.

The Nakmonde Corridor was completely destroyed.

With the help of Corax and Chagatai, Netpath successfully drove out the Nurgle army and Chaos Warband led by Mortarion.

The human empire has begun to shift to network travel, so the situation isn't too bad yet. News of the fall of the Vigilant Star, the destruction of the Nakdom Corridor, and countless worlds being swallowed by the tides of chaos has reached them.

With the return of Korax and Chagatai, they finally defeated Nurgle's army and defended the Web.
Guilliman felt a pang of guilt.
It was his impulsiveness that led to this unfavorable situation.

If they had followed their original plan, Magnus and his gang would not have posed any threat whatsoever.

“It’s alright, it’s all over now.” Ryan didn’t blame Guilliman.

"Where is the Sage?" Guilliman asked about Qin Yun's whereabouts.

Ryan also told everything he knew.

Including, he went to the vengeful spirit to save Saint Gilles.

He unexpectedly encountered Horus, was beaten to a pulp, and finally self-destructed with the enemy.

"You're saying the saint is dead?" Guilliman felt dizzy and dropped his water glass.

“He’s not dead.” Ryan called over the servants and had them pick up the water glass and mop the floor.

"Didn't you say he was beaten to a pulp?" Guilliman asked.

“Being smashed into mincemeat doesn’t mean he’s dead,” Ryan said. “He’s a higher-dimensional being. Death is just a temporary transformation for him. He was resurrected not long after he died.”

"Now he should be discussing with Dante how to truly resurrect Saint Gilles, since both body and soul are ready, just waiting for the resurrection."

"That's good." Hearing Ryan's words, Guilliman breathed a sigh of relief and then asked about the other one.

"By the way, how are they going to resurrect Saint Gilles?"

"The physical body isn't too difficult; Xiling can help reshape it. But the soul is a bit more complicated. The saint has invited Tarasin and the incarnation of the Laughing God to brainstorm ideas."

“What can we do?” Guilliman asked.

“Block Abaddon.” Ryan shrugged. “That guy is incredibly arrogant and is launching a full-scale war against the Empire with the momentum of destroying the Nakmonde Corridor, intending to completely destroy the human Empire.”

…………

Vengeance Soul
Abaddon has once again regained control of the Black Legion.

As for Magnus, Phorgrim, and Loka, they were naturally bound by the Chaos Gods.

They were even required to obey Abaddon's orders.

This was a tremendous disgrace to the Primarchs, but they had no right to say no.

Because everything they had was in the hands of the Chaos Gods.

Abaddon quickly reorganized the forces of Chaos and launched a full-scale offensive against the Empire, aiming to completely destroy it.

As he ambitiously prepared to execute his next plan.

An uninvited guest boarded his warship.

Several dark mechanical sages who were performing the ritual died instantly, their bodies transformed into metal.

The entire Vengeance Soul underwent a transformation due to the arrival of the enemy.

Small metal beasts with strange tentacles rapidly climbed the ground, repairing the damage to the Vengeance Soul.

The self-destruction of that imperial saint unleashed unimaginable power, severely damaging the demons hiding in the warship and causing irreversible damage to many systems.

Meanwhile, the uninvited guest was rapidly repairing the dark warship.

The bridge underwent a dramatic transformation due to the arrival of this mysterious guest.

Tendrils of metal wire, molten metal, and crackling energy spilled from every mechanical system on the bridge.

They resembled a giant mechanical spider web, with countless strands sweeping through the air and intertwining at the center of this ancient space.

The servants and crew, who had been intertwined with their posts for thousands of years, convulsed and stood up, using the life force given to them by the metal wires to break free from their restraints.

They shuffled along with their atrophied limbs, dragging the data spikes from their connectors.

The dangling pipes and cables resembled overflowing intestines.
At the center of all change stood a tall, humanoid creature.

It was made of iron and molten iron, and its eyes burned with the flames of a furnace.
"Who are you?" Abaddon asked.

“Abaddon the Raider, I am Vashtor of the Ark Temple. I have come to form an alliance with you and assist you in completely destroying the Corpse King’s Kingdom.”

"Alliance? I don't need allies anymore," Abaddon said. "I'm about to bury the empire."

“No, you need it,” Vashtor said. “Humanity is about to acquire something that will change the course of the galaxy. They will inherit everything from the ancient races and rebuild the complex Web.”

"If you refuse to cooperate with me, you will find that the victory in the Nakmonde Corridor is the beginning of your downfall, because humanity will turn all its attention to the Web and establish a new faster-than-light route as quickly as possible."

Abaddon stared intently at Vashtor in front of him, and after weighing his options, he decided to let the other man continue.

Vashtor gives a full introduction to himself, describing himself as a demonic demigod who is an inventor, engineer, scientist, and craftsman.

He is the master of the Soul Forge and a candidate for the fifth God of Darkness.

The reason he came to Abaddon was to get a promotion.

"The outsiders are trying to collect ancient fragments and piece together a powerful artifact that can open up new net channels."

"Are demons always full of lies and deception?" Abaddon said. "I will test your words, and I will not ally with you until I have decided to trust you."

“So, I’ve brought another gift,” Vashtor said. “Your fleet needs to become stronger to fight against outsiders.”

Under Vashtor's immense power, the spirit of vengeance was reshaped, gaining a larger body and terrifying firepower.

It can destroy a planet with a single shot, and it also possesses a shield that can withstand the destruction of a star.

At the same time, Vashtor provided various dark technologies to enhance the Black Legion's combat capabilities and helped Abaddon build the magnificent Omen Ark.

These arks were enormous, composed of sunken spaceships or abandoned space stations in the highest heavens, each as large as an asteroid.

It was filled with terrifying chaotic power, and each area was connected by unique metallic nerves.
These arks also possessed portals, as well as warp beacons called 'Oberiskan'.
These beacons glow in the warp, guiding the Chaos Warband's ships through the unpredictable Sea of ​​Souls.

In addition, these ominous arks also have demonic navigators known as 'Ferrymen'.
They are the control core of the Ark, and also its crew, guiding the ship to navigate easily in subspace and reach any destination.

Each ark possesses formidable shields and firepower, capable of easily destroying the Imperial fleet.

With Vashtor's help, Abaddon's Black Legion became outrageously powerful.

When Abaddon saw those magnificent, colossal ships...
He smiled with satisfaction and promised to help the other party seize those ancient artifacts and advance the prophecy.

Abaddon issued the order to destroy the Empire, and the first batch of Ominous Arks created became the main force.

Wherever they went, the imperial army crumbled, and countless worlds were distorted and destroyed.

The noose of death slowly tightened around the empire's neck.

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(End of this chapter)