Simultaneous Journey: Starting from Holy Terra

Ye Ming looked at the silent governor and said to himself, "I don't know where the news came from."

"I heard he is a veteran of many battles, the one who represents the glory of the emperor's sons, an ancient sage of the emperor's sons, who would not regret even if he were to be put into fearlessness to continue fighting."

"He was a noble warrior, a hero who deserved true glory!"

"I heard that he is still alive, enduring endless suffering for thousands of years, and not long ago, on the Istvan 3, which has long since become a dead planet, he issued a judgment from the Emperor that spanned thousands of years to that traitor."

"He was a true son of an emperor, while that traitor was severely wounded by the ancient sage's wrathful judgment spanning millennia, his soul wounded, and he hides in that illusory world licking his wounds, unable to leave."

Ye Ming's voice was very soft, but it still attracted the attention of the Astartes around him.

According to the great mentor Waldos, Amarich was also looking in this direction, and even Killieman was turning his gaze to this place.

Ye Ming ignored this and continued speaking to the governor, "Do you think he deserves the honor?"

The consul lowered his head after listening.

Others couldn't see his expression, but the veins on his forehead were bulging, and his hands were clenched so tightly they were cracking.

He forced himself to step forward, raised his hand, and offered the laurel wreath to Guilliman.

"My lord... this is presented to you."

"Forgrim was defeated by the loyal son of the emperor, losing his honor, his beauty, and everything else, just as he had when he turned his sword against his best brother—do you think Forgrim did the right thing?"

"shut up!!"

Just as Ye Ming finished speaking, the governor, who was barely suppressing his anger, suddenly turned around and started cursing.

"You piece of trash, you vermin, you scum! That old bastard who should have been dead, he swore allegiance to me!!"

The consul roared in fury, and as he roared, the mirror on his chest shone brightly. Then the consul transformed into a twisted, bloody monster, and a voice familiar to Guilliman came from the mirror.

It was none other than the Third Army Commander who gave Guilliman "death" during the Horus Rebellion ten thousand years ago, the corrupted Primarch—Vorgrim!

"What good is it to stay in that pile of scrap metal for ten thousand years? He betrayed me! He's a shameful traitor, utterly without honor or beauty!"

Fugrim was still shouting angrily.

"You simply don't understand. I've embraced beauty! I possess supreme honor, and I enjoy the most luxurious things! What could be better than this?"

Forgrim screamed hysterically. If anything could pierce his heart, it was the battle with Perturabo and this recent "accident."

Even if it meant enduring inhuman suffering, that old soldier who had survived for ten thousand years was determined to take him down with him!

That will, like the imperial flame that had burned for ten thousand years, made Fugrim feel unbearable and unable to breathe!

Fugrim roared madly, controlling the Archon, who had transformed into a monster, to charge towards Ye Ming.

Ye Ming raised his hand to draw his sword, but Guilliman on the throne was a step faster!

"Forgrim!"

Guilliman rose from his throne, glaring at his former brother. The Emperor's blade was drawn, and amidst the swirling flames, the consul, now a bloody monster, was shredded.

Enraged, Forgrim roared, "Guilliman, my brother, I will show you what honor is, and I will make you completely surrender to the embrace of the Princess of Pleasure!"

"Unless you utterly reject all glory and acclaim in the years to come, you will eventually become me!"

"And you!" Fogrim's remaining gaze fell on Ye Ming.

"I'll be watching you. You'd better give up all entertainment and mental nourishment, or I'll make you understand just how wrong you've made!"

Then Forgrim's voice disappeared, and Guilliman smashed the mirror and the laurel wreath.

But Forgrim's final, frenzied state is still etched into the minds of many.

It's hard to imagine that the legendary "Mei Feng" is now not only a monster, but also a madwoman...

Of course, only Ye Ming and Guilliman knew just how much damage Ye Ming's words had done to Forgrim...

Guilliman nodded slightly to Ye Ming, then calmly announced that the enemy had been eliminated, and then continued with the coronation ceremony.

The Primarch's decisiveness and heroic figure in slaying demons impressed everyone.

Although they witnessed the pollution, people felt more reverence for the original organism.

The parade came to a perfect end, but Ye Ming was summoned to the temple by Guilliman for a private talk after the doors were closed.

……

"That bug!"

"I will personally catch him and make him suffer all kinds of torture!!"

Within subspace.

The demon prince's furious shriek unleashed a violent tsunami within the warp, unleashing countless extreme emotions and driving the surrounding demons into madness.

The fluctuations within this subspace, when reflected in the material world, mean that people in dozens of worlds are affected, begin to experience extreme and perverse torment, and then fall into corruption and annihilation.

……

"How did you figure that out?" Killieman asked curiously.

His feelings were complicated.

On one hand, it's funny how Ye Ming infuriated Fogrem; on the other hand, it's a pity about the fall of his former brother.

"A special feeling, and some special prophecy, I saw that laurel wreath that is corrupted, my lord."

Ye Ming replied, "The main reason is that not long ago, he came to invite me to a so-called party in the middle of the night. The Grey Knights are very sensitive to this kind of thing..."

"Um."

Looking at Ye Ming, Guilliman could tell that Ye Ming was hiding something. After thinking for a moment, he chose to believe Ye Ming.

Killman raised his hand to indicate that Ye Ming didn't need to say anything more. "I choose to trust you and I will always support you. Don't have any worries."

"Thank you for your trust."

"Let's talk about what's going on next. Calgar has completed the original forging upgrade, but Caul is hesitant about your modification surgery."

"I don't know what happened back then either. Perhaps only by returning to Terra can I find out the details."

Killieman nodded and asked, "You really aren't planning on coming with us?"

"Someone has to be left behind as backup," Ye Ming said, deciding to stick to the plan.

"A wise decision. Your application has been approved, and the factory and resources are in place. I will leave you with a strike cruiser and an Ultramarines squadron for your use."

"That's enough. I'll be on high alert and ready to await your orders at any time!"

"Go, for the Empire," Guilliman said earnestly.

"For the Empire!" Ye Ming bowed respectfully, then left the temple to begin preparations for his own plan.

With this matter settled, the entire world of Ultramar 500 began to operate wildly in the following days.

With a massive expeditionary fleet completed, Guilliman and his loyal warriors boarded the Ultramarines Chapter's flagship and waved goodbye to everyone.

"Wishing you a triumphant return, sir."

Ye Ming sincerely wished, "This journey may be full of thorns, but please don't forget that you are not alone."

Killieman smiled when he heard Ye Ming's blessing.

"Of course, we will surely return victorious!"