Simultaneous Journey: Starting from Holy Terra

Ye Ming's anti-magic domain suddenly erupted.

Centered on him, that special black hole that was extremely similar to the Untouchable reappeared, instantly enveloping Ye Ming and Fugrim.

"You—stinking bug!"

A terrifying tearing sensation descended upon Forgrim, as the horrific black hole absorbed his psionic energy, pulling at his soul. His connection with Slaanesh was severed, and the blessing from Slaanesh was being stripped away!

Fugrim felt a pain unlike any he had ever experienced before.

This pain prevented him from experiencing any pleasure. He angrily tilted his head back and forcefully slammed it into Ye Ming's forehead.

Even after being stripped of the power from the Warp, the Primarch is still the king of flesh and blood!

Boom!

Forgrim's head slammed into Ye Ming's helmet, and blood dripped from his forehead, but it made him feel real pain and pleasure!

In an instant, the blessing from Slaanesh briefly returned.

Foghrim grinned menacingly as he rammed his head against Ye Ming's forehead. Each slam sent Ye Ming reeling backward, making a cracking sound, whether from his cervical spine or skull.

His hard skull, imbued with the pleasurable power emanating from his soul, shattered Ye Ming's helmet with each impact!

A section of the goggles was exposed.

Ye Ming's face was revealed, bleeding from the shock. His scalp and cheeks were covered in cracks, and the broken armor had pierced his face and skull. Blood flowed from his eyes, mouth and nose.

But Ye Ming still didn't let up.

He clung tightly to Forgrim's neck, grabbed Forgrim's arm, and unleashed his anti-magic field with all his might, hoping to inflict greater damage on Forgrim.

His eyes were resolute, even though they were filled with blood and his eyeballs were at their limit, they still did not close!

When Fugrim saw Ye Ming's eyes, his heart skipped a beat for a split second.

From Ye Ming's eyes, Fogrem saw two familiar figures.

A figure lay fallen in a pool of blood, yet still radiating resilience and unwavering strength. In his final moments, his eyes held a mixture of disappointment and pity for his brother. This was Felus Manus, the genetic father of the Steel Hand Chapter and his once-best brother!

That was one of the tragedies of the Great Crusade, a battle filled only with the maniacal laughter of the Slaanesh, while two Primarchs perished...

The other figure that Forgrim saw was now engulfed in flames, radiating endless golden light as it looked at him.

Those once admiring and loving gazes are now nothing but cold indifference.

That was his father, the creator of the golden age of the human empire, the emperor who once led them to create a better future for mankind!

"No, Father, you can't do this... No!"

Forgrim's expression suddenly turned cold. He raised his hand and, with all his might, pulled the demon blade that was embedded in Ye Ming's chest.

Blood gushed from Ye Ming's chest; the sword blade, imbued with demonic power, prevented his wounds from healing quickly.

But Ye Ming remained standing, reaching out to press down on Fogrim.

Fugrim had had enough of the imperial aura emanating from Ye Ming. He felt his own weakness, and the longer he stayed in this anti-magic domain, the more severely his strength was damaged.

If he waits any longer, Ye Ming might turn around and beat him up!

"You did a good job, really a good job." Fugrim gritted his teeth, raising his arm high, the blade gleaming.

"But that's all. Submit to me, and I will have the Princess of Pleasure grant you a new life and send you into her veil!"

"Cough cough..."

Ye Ming opened his mouth, coughed as blood gushed from it, and then said disdainfully, "Did you get confused playing on the Great Demon's bed?"

"May the Emperor protect me; I will not die here."

"The Emperor? Even if he came in person, it wouldn't make a difference!"

Fugrim sneered, then brandished his blade, "Die! I'll turn your body into a doll and personally deliver it to my brothers!"

The surrounding Grey Knights and Ultramarines roared.

Darius, wielding a power battle axe, roared in fury, tearing the demon before him apart, and charged headlong into Ye Ming's magic-suppressing domain.

Meanwhile, Lambert, the Grey Knight brother who had been rescued by Ye Ming, ignored the demon rushing towards him and frantically fired at the demon's back.

But their attacks and actions were futile; countless demons overwhelmed them, preventing them from getting close.

"when!"

"What?"

Just when Forgrim thought victory was assured, a sudden accident shocked the Primarch. He turned around in astonishment and saw a strange man in a cloak.

The man was holding two guns, his face was not visible, but the gray power armor he was wearing was visible.

He fired, interrupting Fogrem's attack, and then simply said, "We don't have time."

As he spoke, a net channel suddenly opened up next to the strike cruiser, and a fleet flew out from it, making close contact with the strike cruiser.

The violent collision caused everyone on the warship to fall, including Ye Ming, who also collapsed from the swaying.

Fugrim was thrown a distance, but stood up again after leaving the anti-magic field.

But just as he stood up, a sharp blade appeared at his neck.

A lithe and agile figure had somehow appeared behind him, following the shadows.

It was none other than the Shadow Prophet who rescued Guilliman from the Eldar troupe of jesters, the one who guided history—Hilanderi Veilwalker!

Her blade pierced Forgrim's skin. The Eldar are the race most easily corrupted by Slaanesh, but weapons imbued with the power of the Eldar gods are also special weapons specifically designed to target Slaanesh!

"Damn it!"

Fugrim cursed as he saw the clowns who came with their peculiar dance steps, and the fallen angels who charged into the battlefield with weapons.

He knew that he had lost this battle.

It let out a defiant cry, then struck with all its might, its four hands simultaneously stabbing at the fallen Ye Ming.

But the leader of the fallen angels, the mysterious figure Cipher whose face was obscured by a cloak, acted first, picking up Ye Ming's innate power halberd and blocking Fugrim's final blow.

"Kid, you're lucky. Next time, I'll finish you off!"

"I'm so angry," Forgrim said bitterly. The injuries from the ancient prophet, combined with the weakening effect of the anti-magic field, had left him extremely weak.

If he continues to entangle with these guys, he might lose his physical body again and return to Slaanesh's embrace first!

Forgrim retreated.

The remaining demons were destroyed with the help of the clown and the fallen angel. The Grey Knight and the Ultra Warrior's apothecary rushed forward to stop Ye Ming's bleeding and help him repair the damage caused by the Slaanesh's power.

Ye Ming lay there, looking at his two allies who had arrived, his eyes calm.

"Perhaps we should get going," Ye Ming said.

"You knew we would come," said Hillandri Veilwalker, a statement of certainty.

"Yes, the Primarch's path will not end here; we will have many more allies."

"We don't have much time," Cipher said again, his words equally concise and to the point.

"Let's set off, and tell your fleet to follow."

Hilandri Veilwalker looked at the Grey Knights' intelligence group beside her and then led Jester, Cypher, and the others back to the Eldar ship, opening the gates of the Webway and proceeding forward.

Andrei looked at Ye Ming, and seeing Ye Ming nod, he ordered the entire fleet to follow.

Ye Ming was helped up and sat down, watching the ship enter the net channel, and then—it sped up at high speed!