Warhammer: Open the door! Human League players!

Chapter 119 The Fear of Being Dominated by the Primarch

"Is this plot correct?"

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"How did Guilliman die?"

The players were all dumbfounded.

"Shouldn't he be resurrected?"

"Guilliman is dead, so who's going to deal with this mountain of dung that is the Empire?"

Guilliman's sudden death caught the players off guard.

This also caused the Ultra Warriors to collectively collapse.

Guilliman's complete death drove all the Chaos forces into a state of frenzy, and even the players felt the pressure in this warp-bound frenzy.

"Once the real universe falls into warp, these Chaos Warbands will become ridiculously powerful!"

When the situation was turning against them, Primarch Feralus appeared.

Abaddon, the Chaos Warmaster, is the Empire's greatest enemy and the only emperor to unify Chaos.

Thirteen Black Crusades have crippled the Empire, posing the greatest threat to the human empire to date.

Aliens can be killed, Zerg can be starved, and Orcs can be driven back.

Chaos is the shadow of the empire; as long as the empire exists, chaos will never perish.

But now he's in a hurry.

If he could still shed tears upon seeing the Primarch, he would be crying from fright by now.

To put it another way, I just felt something warm down there, and that warm feeling instantly went into a cycle.

Tens of thousands of years later, he felt the fear of being dominated by the Primarch once again.

Following behind Felus was a makeshift chapter of several Space Marines.

The Black Templar, the Flesh-Tearer, the Weeping Warrior, and the Ultra Warrior subdued by Feralus Manus.

The Space Marines behind Feralas quickly divided the battlefield, and their arrival swiftly changed the course of the battle.

They cooperated with the players to quickly take control of the situation on the outer battlefield.

Ferrus Manus.

Genetic origin.

His unique Primal Aura and Spiritual Stance proved his identity.

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God! Skull offering to the Skull Throne!" The Khorne Warband Space Marines roared as they charged toward Feralus.

With a wave of his hand, without even using a weapon, Feralus instantly sent him flying into a pile of minced meat.

The standard Chaos Dreadnought leaped into the air, and just 0.001 seconds later, Feralus's sword sliced ​​it in two mid-air.

Felus's gaze swept across the entire battlefield, his Primarch-level mental abilities allowing him to quickly assess the situation.

He was very familiar with these Chaos Space Marines.

These traitors who betrayed the empire.

"For the Chaos Gods!"

Primarch Ferus flicked his wrist, his sword flashing with a cold light, and strode toward the Chaos Space Marines who had betrayed the Empire.

His resolute face was as cold as ice as his gaze swept across the entire battlefield. The Primarch's powerful computational and cognitive abilities kept his objectives perfectly clear.

His extraordinary thinking had already determined to completely destroy these chaotic traitors who had blasphemed the empire.

The Chaos Space Marines roared and charged at him, determined to prove their strength and courage to the Blood God Khorne, and to show that they deserved to be the new chosen ones.

There was nothing that could rival Felus; he slaughtered all the traitors before him in the most direct way.

All by himself, he crushed the demon army that was able to overwhelm the resurrected squad of Ultra Warrior players.

The Primarch and the Stars' equipment dominated the entire battlefield.

They fought until the chaos and demons were terrified.

The Chaos Demon retreated, but then succumbed to chaos and madness, its power surging once more.

"The original gene is still more powerful."

"Why does it seem like Feralas is getting stronger and stronger as he fights?"

Feralus, constantly developing his own essence, is so ferocious that he seems inhuman, and he only grows more ferocious.

"Where's that idiot Abaddon? Why doesn't he dare to confront the Primarch head-on?"

"That's really beneath you."

"Wow, that's really fast!"

While players complained about Abaddon, they also praised the Primarch's power.

"Why don't we enthrone Feralas?"

"Yes, why not support Feralas?"

"How about we pull the Emperor up and push Feralas up?"

"So loyal, so incredibly loyal..."

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Although Abaddon escaped, the battle continued.

The Chaos Warband, nominally obeying Abaddon, are actually controlled by the Chaos God. Abaddon only needs to point out the direction, and the rest is left to Chaos to manipulate.

Feralus repeatedly shattered Chaos, but Chaos repeatedly managed to revive its morale.

Even players could tell something was wrong with this strange situation.

"Their defenses were already breached, so why did they suddenly go on a berserk attack?"

"Damn it, could it be the four street vendors pulling the strings?"

While being dominated by Felus, the warriors of the War Clan would feel fear and retreat, but their rationality would vanish in the next moment, and their strength would increase slightly.

"His sanity was ripped out by Feralas, and then the four peddlers went insane from lowering his sanity by giving him rewards?"

Guilliman is dead, and his body is being corrupted by chaotic energy. In the eyes of the Chaos Demons, this Primarch's body is an unparalleled trophy.

The Chaos Demons and War Cult members must destroy this temple. If they can sacrifice Guilliman's body, they can still ascend to the level of Great Demon and become the pinnacle of demons.

At this moment, Caul's squad consisted of Caul's Tiger Guard, Celestine's elite nuns, soldiers and tactical squads from various interstellar chapters, and even two Eldar powerhouses. They could barely hold onto Guilliman's corpse.

The tragic fall of Guilliman has become an indelible wound for the Ultramarines, and reclaiming the Primarch's body is the Ultramarines Chapter's only remaining chance for redemption.

"Guilliman's body is mutating!"

"Everene! Eliminate the chaotic poison from the Primarch's body!"

Evelynn gripped the old woman's sword and plunged it into Guilliman's body, unleashing the power of death within her to eradicate the chaotic poison with the absolute force of death, preventing further deterioration of his form.

"You are blaspheming the Primarch!"

If the Chaos Poison continues to mutate Guilliman's body, he may very well stand up.

But the one who might rise again from a body contaminated by the chaotic poison is the most filial son.

If a second filial son were to offer birthday wishes to his father, the emperor, the empire would explode on the spot.

Ferrus's fighting speed was as fast as thunder, like an indestructible steel blade, charging through blood and carnage until he reached the front line that the Ultramarines had sworn to defend to the death.

All the Ultramarines atop the defensive line clearly saw the newcomer, recognizing Felus's towering, imposing figure and the familiar face etched with memories of the past. But what truly shook the hearts of all the warriors was the unique and overwhelming aura surrounding Felus.

Ferrus spoke in a cold tone, his voice carrying an unquestionable authority: "What, do you want to attack me?"

Or are you saying you dare to betray the empire and abandon the emperor?

Even as the original appeared before them, the eyes of the Ultra Warriors guards remained filled with disbelief.

"The Primarch? Lord Feralus?"

"No, that's impossible!"

"How could the Primarch, who was already sacrificed, be here?"

Every Ultramariner is a learned scholar well-versed in the Imperial Codex, adhering to the ancient traditions passed down through the Chapter for millennia. Their extensive knowledge and keen memory allow them to instantly recognize the appearance of the person before them, and the Primarch who has been mortal for millennia, whose image is etched deep within their souls.

In addition, although no one has ever personally sensed that unique spiritual field belonging to the Primarch, once touched, all beings will instantly recognize that the person in front of them is the Primarch of the Empire, Ferrus Manus of the Iron Hand.

"My name is Felus Manus. Warriors, it is time for you to return to your ranks!"

Doubt, shock, astonishment, ecstasy, and utter bewilderment surged through the Ultra Warrior's mind amidst this deepening wave of ecstasy.

Selestine began, "The mission to resurrect Primarch Robert Guilliman failed; he was utterly killed by Chaos."

"I'm late," Feralus said in a deep voice.

If he had arrived earlier, no one would have been able to disturb the resurrection ceremony.

The conversation between Celestine and Primarch Feralus sent shockwaves through the hearts of the Ultramarines around them.

Resurrecting Primarch Guilliman? Their genetic father?

"Is this...is this real?"

"Are you really here to resurrect our father of genetics?"

Frustration, regret, despair—all sorts of negative emotions erupted within the Ultra Warriors.

"What, all you do is regret it?"

"Have you forgotten how to fight?"

Ferrus's words sent a shiver down the spines of all the Ultra Warriors.

"Let the blood of these traitors wash away the empire's shame!"

They instantly felt a strange power surge within their bodies.

This special power not only enhances their tactical capabilities but also allows them to weaken the amplification of the Chaos Demons, thereby gaining the combat power to fight against these Chaos Demons.

Kaul had already attached the Armor of Fate to Guilliman, but Guilliman was unresponsive; the chaotic evil power carried by the demonic blade had already completely corrupted his body. The moment his soul was detached from his body and fell into the warp, the chaotic ritual was completely completed, and his soul's essence was permanently stripped away, with no chance of recovery.

Makurag, this bizarre situation, the demons' revelry, the gods' blessing, is the most direct manifestation of the current upheaval.

The Ultramarines' think tank chief was utterly bewildered and confused, unable to accept the reality before him. His life's work in psionic deduction...

The future memories etched into the soul clearly foreshadowed the rebirth of Primarch Guilliman, so why have all the prophecies been shattered and destiny completely reversed?

"Impossible, why is this happening?" The think tank director slumped down, clutching his head in despair.

Kaul stood to one side, his face ashen, silently watching this tragic event that was beyond saving.

"The evil power remaining from Chaos has never been completely eradicated, and now Guilliman has completely severed all possibilities of resurrection."

Just when the overall situation was completely hopeless, Feralus spoke up.

"If I can return to the Empire, then he can return to the Empire too!"

Sellers said in a deep voice, "Cauer, there is indeed another way."

Caul understood perfectly; he knew that the method Celestine spoke of was the only hope to defy fate.

Looking across the entire Macurag, and even the entire Star Sea, only that man can create miracles in desperate situations.

Commander of the People's Alliance, companion of the Emperor.

Sellersteen knelt down and prayed.

Fang Yun, who was far away on the warship, had already keenly sensed the subtle changes that were quietly occurring in the surrounding space.

Fang Yun sighed softly.

"Why."

"A sudden change... Guilliman, dead?"

"In the story, he shouldn't have died."

Fang Yun was somewhat confused.

Throughout the entire Heng galaxy, an invisible rift appeared, a nascent demonic eye that continuously and frantically radiated subspace energy.

"According to the Warhammer universe's theory, Guilliman has also been worshipped for tens of thousands of years. His influence covers the world of Alteramar, and this level of influence would plunge the entire world of Alteramar into a chaotic vortex."

"That explains the logic behind the changes in reality."

"But... Your Majesty, will you let Guilliman die?"

Fang Yun sensed the extent of this influence spreading, his gaze fixed intently on the city of Macurag.

Guilliman's resurrection was orchestrated by the Emperor.

If Guilliman were truly to die, even in death, the Emperor should be able to divinely resurrect him.

Could it be that he has no choice but to wait for Guilliman's resurrection before God can descend?

"No, the impact can't be allowed to spread any further!"

"If this continues to spread, the impact will be in the trillions."

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In an instant, a mysterious and profound spell suddenly flooded into the minds of Celestine and the Twin Saints. The complexity, obscurity, precision, and vastness of this spell far exceeded the imagination and understanding of anyone in the world.

Sellers suddenly shouted, "Seraph!"

Upon hearing the sound, Sephas slowly stepped out from the line of nuns.

At this moment, the phantom of divine wings appeared on her body.

Sephas was filled with confusion and bewilderment, her heart pounding with anxiety and bewilderment. She was merely an ordinary battle nun, and in this fierce war spanning the Space Marines and various player factions, she had always been an insignificant member on the fringes, only able to follow the team and assist in combat. She had never imagined that she would be chosen by the Holy Maiden and drawn into such a momentous ceremony that could shake the Primarch's fate.

Yes, as she stood where Celestine had shown her, a vast amount of information from the Force psionic energy flooded her mind.

It was a massive ceremony composed of countless runes and loops.

A massive amount of runes were continuously poured into Guilliman's body, and the power of the four chosen divine forces converged on Guilliman's body.

To the Ultramarines, it was the Emperor's manifestation; but to the Battle Sisters, the scene was entirely different. This power not only relied on the Emperor's sacred foundation but also had another, more vast and profound source of power superimposed on it—Fang Yun of the Human Alliance.

When Fang Yun last came into contact with the Battle Sister, he infused a unique and exclusive spell into Sefana. Since then, Sefana has become a ritual saint, able to work with Celestine to fully cast and complete this crucial spell.

This was a backup plan that Fang Yun gave to the resurrection team.

The envy and jealousy in the eyes of the group of battle nuns were self-evident. No one had expected that a high-ranking battle nun would be fortunate enough to receive such an unparalleled honor.

The ritual was seen by both the Ultra Warriors and the Chaos Warband.

All the Chaos Warbands seemed to have gone mad; their power inexplicably increased dramatically, and they frantically attacked the Empire's defenses.

This was all to prevent the ritual from being completed.

Because of Chaos's massive attack, a large number of players gathered at the passage between Hera Fortress and the city of Maclag, which connects to Hera Fortress.

The Sichuan Opera master is leading more than 10,000 players against the outer Chaos forces of Macurag.

He endured the greatest pressure of war, and he commanded the most players.

"What are you drooling about? How did Guilliman die?"

"Damn it, we don't have enough troops!"

The battlefields of Hera Fortress and Macragge are connected, and due to their special location, the scale of the war is approaching five million.

He would have needed to mobilize at least a hundred people to take down a single Titan.

The enemy has deployed as many as seventy or eighty Titans. Although many of them are small Titans, most of the players in the open beta are still complete newbies. To completely eliminate these Titan forces, at least tens of thousands of players will be tied down.

If you can pilot a crash vehicle, just a few of them can easily take down a Titan in a minute.

However, the server has only been open for a little over two months, and there are only five or six players with this level of skill.

Of the beta test battle groups, 29 were created by players.

Only the second battle group was created by Ye Bai, an NPC in the game who actively created the battle group.

The Warband Leader is also the only girl among all the Warband Leaders.

Therefore, Ye Bai often receives care from various battle groups. Now, her overall strength ranks among the top in the entire player battle group. The only drawback is that Ye Bai is not a beta tester after all, and her top combat power is still slightly weaker than that of beta testers.

The number of players under her command during the public beta test was the largest among all the warbands.

The guild leaders, who were also beta testers, were all very concerned about Ye Bai's progress.

In their eyes, Bai is their shared younger sister.

Both openly and covertly, they entrusted the more controllable danger areas to Ye Bai.

Player Demon King asked, "Old Chuan, with the current intensity of the war, can Second Sister's side hold out?"

The Sichuan Opera master pondered for a moment and said, "Xiao Bai? She should have the ability. She has hundreds of players under her command, and she is on the back of the defensive line, so the risk is minimal."

But the battlefield had already shifted. Only after being alerted by the comments did the Sichuan Opera Master realize that the Deceitful Lord had chosen the second battle group to attack!

The Sichuan Opera master exclaimed anxiously, "No, their target is actually the rear defense line!"

"A fraudulent lord? A follower of Tzeentch?"

Information about Ye Bai also came to the attention of the Sichuan Opera master.

At this moment, the battle on the Temple Seed had already reached a fever pitch. The players on the Drooling side had no time to spare, as they were already few in number, and the main force was concentrated on the Sichuan Opera Master's side to fight against the Chaos main force.

"Reassign players from other defensive lines to the Second Legion's lines!"

"Other defensive lines are also under great pressure. If we withdraw our troops, the defensive lines will break immediately."

The demons under the command of the deceitful lord multiplied like a tidal wave. His goal was clear: to conquer the city of Makra as quickly as possible, sacrifice civilians, and further escalate the war.

The Sichuan Opera master relayed the information about the siege to Liu Kou Shui and several beta testers, seeking Liu Kou Shui's help.

But at this moment, the battle on the mountain had reached a fever pitch. Drooling had no energy left. Abaddon had just escaped, and the Chaos army was attacking like madmen. Their players were even fewer, and their main force was with the Sichuan Opera Master.

Abaddon contacted the fraudulent lord immediately while he was fleeing.

He needs the lord of deception to help him; he doesn't want to stop for a moment; he just wants to escape this universe as quickly as possible.

Now that the raiding lord has been killed, only the deceitful lord remains on the battlefield.

"Primarch!"

The deceitful lord learned of what had happened at Hera Fortress.

"Another Primarch!"

He already knew from Abaddon about the appearance of the Primarch of Feralus.

"Since that's the case, then we have no choice but to go all in!"

The deceitful lord glared fiercely at Ye Bai, who was blocking the demon army.

If they can capture Macurag, they will win the war even if only one Primarch exists.

Even the most powerful Primarch, once inside the Warp, must coil up, no matter how powerful.