Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods.

"Clang..."

A clang of metal clashing rang out, and sparks flew almost onto Guilliman's bloodied face, waking him up.

Looking up, he saw a towering figure standing before him, clad in golden armor, his back to him, leaving him with a familiar silhouette.

In his left hand he held a creature that had been shattered into seven pieces and was covered in blood, its original form unrecognizable. In his right hand he held a sword engulfed in flames, which he easily blocked with Mortarion's scythe.

The scene that came into view made Guilliman's heart, which had been nearly stopped, pound, his breathing quicken, and his eyes light up like those of a helpless little animal.

"Father?!!"

Right across from Guilliman, Mortalian's expression froze, and he reacted far more violently than Guilliman, almost screaming in terror.

"How could you possibly be here!"

In Mortalian's eyes, the man before him had the same face as his father, the same golden armor and sword, and radiated a dazzling light that made him tremble.

In his perception, this familiar power was so strong that it was almost comparable to the god he served.

This sudden turn of events caused Mortarian to instinctively turn around and try to leave, but he lost consciousness the instant he turned and fell to the ground under the sword.

The entire interior of Hera Fortress fell into a deathly silence. Both the Imperial and Chaos Space Marines held their breath, staring at the imposing figure.

At the same time, a series of imposing golden figures teleported here. They were taller than any Space Marine and wielded spears to cut down enemy after enemy as easily as chopping vegetables.

Everyone recognized them: the Imperial Guard, far superior to the Space Marines, whose sole mission was to serve the Emperor, the ruler of mankind.

Space Marines never shed tears because of any pain or fear, but when they saw him and the Imperial Guard, all the Imperial Space Marines were deeply moved, and tears streamed down their resolute faces.

This feeling is unmistakable; this is absolutely the supreme master of the human empire.

They all knelt down, lowered their heads slightly, and prepared to shout out that great title amidst choked sobs of deep emotion.

As the Ultramarines and Space Marines of the Imperial Fist, filled with emotion and adoration, opened their mouths, a deafening battle cry rang out from the outside world first, catching them completely off guard.

"For the King of Space!!"

"... "

In an instant, all the Space Marines inside Hera Fortress froze again, instinctively turning to look outside. One after another, Space Marines clad in unfamiliar armor were engaged in fierce combat, their battle cries sounding almost heretical.

The moment Guilliman saw them, he instantly shifted his gaze to the almost dismembered remains of the red-robed machine behind him, casting a questioning look at it.

This is…

The new type of Space Marine you developed?

Guilliman didn't speak, but his eyes conveyed the same meaning. However, he received no reply. Belisarius Caul of the Cult of Asclepius was equally puzzled: What were these unfamiliar Space Marines? Who created them?

Just as everyone was wondering, the commander of the Imperial Guard, clad in golden armor, approached the Lord of Humanity and respectfully spoke:

"Great Lord of Space, we have annihilated all the chaotic enemies of this fortress."

"King of Space?"

Guilliman was puzzled again. Did this refer to his father? When did he acquire such a title?

Under everyone's gaze, the human lord, clad in golden armor, tossed aside the seven-folded, unidentified creature in his hand and uttered a sacred voice:

"Damn it, these chaotic seeds are still so disgusting. They're like something that came out of messy sex with shit. Getting them stuck on is a million times more disgusting than stepping on shit!"

"... "

Inside Hera Keep, all the living Space Marines, including Guilliman, gasped upon hearing the vulgar language, almost feeling suffocated.

My God, this is so blasphemous.

How could an emperor say such vulgar things?

Chapter 252 Space Marines and Mad Warriors

The massive warship hovered near the planet Macrag in the Altramar region. Despite the great distance, the planet's survivors and warriors could still see its enormous shadow.

Above the orbit of Macurag, a large amount of space debris floated silently. The Vengeful Spirit and a large number of warships had no chance of survival under the godlike power and firepower of the King of Space.

Even the Chaos Gods could not save the Black Legion Warmaster and two Primarchs who were almost within reach from the Lord of Space in the real universe.

"According to calculations, this warship is comparable in size to Terra's satellite Luna. Given its current distance from Macragge, it should have a significant impact on Macragge's gravity and tides."

Amidst the ruins of the desolate battlefield, the apothecary responsible for recovering the remains of fallen Space Marines whispered to himself as he made his way to the next location.

As a knowledgeable extreme warrior, he has a wide range of knowledge, including gravity and tides.

But he couldn't understand why such a large star fortress lying near Macurag hadn't caused any impact; this was beyond his comprehension.

Perhaps only those guys in the Cult of Machines who have no flesh on their bones know what kind of technology this is.

The pharmacist knelt down in front of the remains of the next fallen comrade, gazing at the fallen warrior.

He perished alongside a traitor from the Black Legion, his chainsaw sword piercing through the power armor and embedding itself deeply in the enemy's chest. However, he himself was struck in the chest by a blasphemous bomb that appeared out of nowhere, and died in battle.

The pharmacist gazed at the scene, his white power armor humming softly, the Supreme Spiral emblem on his shoulder armor gleaming.

After a brief silence, he activated the chainsaw fist on his arm armor, breaking through the armor of his fallen comrade and beginning to reclaim his brother's most precious legacy: the gene gland.

These gene glands will return to the storage room carrying some of the memories of battle and loyalty. After being tested and found to be in good condition, they will become important organs for new recruits and be implanted into their new brothers' bodies.

As a pharmacist, he had done this many times before and was already very familiar with it.

On this battlefield, besides the corpses of traitors and his own brothers, there were also many unfamiliar Space Marine remains, whose armor styles and weapons were types that the apothecary had never seen before.

But judging from their combat performance on the battlefield, which was no less than that of battle-hardened veterans, they were undoubtedly powerful Space Marines as well.

Given that they had come to Maclag as part of the Emperor and the Imperial Guard to provide support, all Ultramarines believed that these were the Empire's hidden forces.

Each Space Marine Chapter pays a batch of Geneseeds to the Imperium, and given the Imperium's practices, it's not impossible that they use these Geneseeds to create new Battle Brothers and hide them away.

but…

The pharmacist recalled the erratic and irrational behavior of these unfamiliar combat comrades and their foul language, and couldn't help but feel a mix of doubt and slight envy.

What right do they have to fight alongside the Emperor? The Ultramarines' apothecary doesn't see himself as any less capable than these unfamiliar cousins.

Moreover, a new question arises: why is the emperor here?

Judging from his appearance, which is exactly like that of someone from mythology, and his godlike power, as well as the imperial guards accompanying him, he is indeed an emperor, but there is something wrong with him.

He should have been skeptical, but both his eyes and the impulses that ran deep in his soul told him that this was the Emperor.

Moreover, even their genetic father, Robert Guilliman, has acknowledged his identity, so while there may be some doubts, there's absolutely no doubt about it...

"Hey bro, what are you doing?"

The sudden sound alerted the pharmacist instantly, and he instinctively reached for his gun and pulled the trigger in the direction of the sound.

But the friendly forces insignia that caught his eye forced him to suppress his inner impulse.

He placed the bloody gene gland in his hand into a special container, looked up at the direction beside him, and a gentle voice came from his helmet:

"We are recovering gene seeds for our fallen brothers. The situation is urgent, and the Primarch may be hunting down traitors, so we have simplified the complicated procedures."

Although the information in those words worried the Ultramarines' apothecary about the combat skills of these unfamiliar combat brothers, he remained mild-mannered given that they had just helped Macragge.

Looking up, a fellow warrior also dressed in white armor came into view. He seemed to be a pharmacist as well, but his equipment was strangely unusual and its purpose was unclear.

Moreover, the Ultramarines' apothecary discovered once again that the armor of these unfamiliar combat brothers was really strange. Not only was the armor extremely bulky, but the helmets were also enormous, and the visor opened from the mouth, revealing a somewhat frail-looking face.

"Perhaps these huge helmets are to make it harder for enemies to aim at the head?" the apothecary pondered, but then looked as if he had seen a ghost.

"By the Emperor, what is this guy doing?!"

The Ultramarines' pharmacist gasped instantly, his finger almost touching the trigger of the plasma pistol. This was utterly blasphemous!

Before the Ultramariner's horrified eyes, the white-clad pharmacist took out his equipment and extracted "gene glands" from a mysterious part of his fallen comrade. The Ultramariner could even clearly see that "those two 'gene glands'" were engraved with human faces and codes.

It looks like... well, you know.

As the Ultra Warrior looked at him with the urge to pull the trigger, the Mad Warrior withdrew his glands and wiped away non-existent sweat.

He glanced at the Ultra Warrior, then looked curiously at the spot where the armor had been cleaved open, and asked, "Is this where your Holy Egg is implanted?"

"seem…"

"Not quite the same as our space warriors?"

The Ultramariner surveyed the scene before him, his inner code yearning to eradicate the heretics stirring within him. "Damn it, where did these guys come from? Why are their gene glands like this??"

At this moment, the mechanical warrior pharmacist seemed to see something unclean and blasphemous. As a pharmacist with the mission of maintaining the purity of gene glands, he could hardly tolerate such blasphemy.

However, a voice from the communication channel quickly calmed him down.

That was the voice of the Ultramarines' chief think tank. Digglis was clearly watching all of this, briefly describing the current situation and ordering him not to act without authorization.

Faced with these unfamiliar Space Marines, no matter how blasphemous it may be, one must never act rashly as long as one does not touch the Chaos.

The pharmacist instantly calmed down, but the Mad Warrior's pharmacist didn't give him a chance. His silly face suddenly loomed over, and with lightning speed, he picked up the chainsaw sword.

His speed made it difficult for the Ultramarines to react, and for a moment they thought the unfamiliar Space Marine in front of them was just a group of Blood Ravens with dirty hands in a different suit of armor.

Wow!

"This weapon is so damn cool! It's way cooler than our pink laser weapon!"

The mad apothecary activated the chainsaw sword, causing it to roar and dozens of sharp serrations to spin at high speed, splattering blood everywhere.

He looked at it as if it were a beloved toy, and even dropped the Holy Egg, causing the Ultramarines to change their expressions and quickly step forward to catch the "gene gland".

The Ultramariner turned around, his face contorted with undisguised rage. He couldn't believe that a pharmacist would so casually discard his brother's inheritance. If he were his apprentice, he would have executed him on the spot.

Before he could even voice his angry accusations, the unfamiliar apothecary in front of him pulled another trick, pointing to the fearless mechs billowing black smoke and heading towards Hera Fortress in the distance, his eyes gleaming as he muttered to himself.

"The King of Space's ditch!"

"This...this...this is too amazing!"

Under the angry gaze of the Ultramariner, he spoke with admiration and hope: "What is that thing? Can I open it?"

"... "

Before the Ultramariner could answer, he had already walked up to the Dreadnought and stopped it, asking in an expectant tone, "Hey, bro, can I fly this big guy too?"

His question caused even the crippled warrior buried inside the fearless mech to pause for a moment, and even his pain and madness vanished for a moment.

The ancient cultivator of the fearless mech never expected that there would be a complete warrior who would voluntarily cut off his limbs, leaving only the head and torso as remains, and fall into endless pain.

The ancient cultivator remained silent for a moment, then his cold voice, tinged with doubt, came from the speaker.