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This is the phase arrow that Greyfax was rewarded by Horst after the Battle of Cadia. He can take it out if necessary. If the shot is accurate, it can kill a powerful warrior of Abaddon's level with one shot.
"You can't." Guilliman thought calmly. He felt that Greyfax had no advantage over Carlos.
After thinking for a while, Guilliman looked at the two alien allies standing against the wall in the corner of the bridge.
Ephrene, Thousand Faces.
The two of them remained silent all the way, standing in the bridge like bystanders observing every move of the humans.
Guilliman is well aware of the level of the alien allies. Neither Efreni nor Thousand Faces are good at using psychic powers among the Eldar, but after all, they have been fighting in the galaxy for a long time. For subspace creatures like Carlos, You should know better than yourself.
"Follow me." Guilliman said and walked out of the bridge.
"With you?" Evelyne took Guilliman's arm. "As the leader, you should stay on the bridge."
"I have made all the arrangements I can." Guilliman glanced back at the holographic image, which showed every battle on the Macragge's Flair.
When the gang-hopping war started, Guilliman gave an order while thinking, sending all the troops at hand to resist the gang-hopping war.
But unfortunately there are too many enemies.
Huron has operational capabilities that Abaddon does not possess. His warband is already the size of a legion. Guilliman has maximized the use of the troops on hand, and there is no other way.
"What about us?" Celestine asked.
"You stay here and wait for my orders. I will use you as a quick reaction force." Guilliman turned to look at Caul and knocked on his helmet. "Report the battle situation to me in real time and I will do it in real time." Make decisions.”
"You know I'm a warrior too, right?" Call asked, holding the long ax in his hand.
Guilliman nodded, then shook his head: "Just focus on repairing the dimension engine. You don't need to deal with other things."
After saying what needed to be said, Guilliman, Evrené, Thousand Faces, and the Ultramarines guards left the bridge and walked towards the beginning of the central passage where Carlos was.
As the group walked on the road, they could already faintly hear the crazy spells coming from the destination. These sounds were challenging Guilliman's bottom line and patience.
Everene noticed that something seemed not quite right about the original body. She could probably guess why, so she persuaded him: "I don't think you should go with us. It might be a trap."
"If a powerful warp creature who is good at spellcasting creates a ritual at the cost of two million people, how can I avoid the effects of the ritual?" Guilliman asked.
Efreni looked at her mentor Qianmen Mian, who shook his head.
It's impossible not to be affected.
All kinds of unfavorable factors are added together.
This is the Maelstrom. Guilliman is determined but likes to think too much. The person responsible for stumbling upon him is Carlos, who possesses the Staff of Tomorrow and the Book of Destiny.
This two-headed demon was born for trickery and deception. If it were any other demon, it would not be able to put Guilliman into such a passive situation.
"I feel that your situation is like that of a star god..." Evrene suddenly said something that made Guilliman extremely confused.
Evrene then began to explain to Guilliman why she said that.
In the war in heaven, the ancient Eldar and Eldar gods who are good at using psychic powers give the Nightbringer Azagorod a decisive blow.
After a large-scale ceremony, the twelve planets were arranged into a malevolent horoscope, which would bring bad luck to the target like a vicious curse. Azagorod was made unlucky by the malevolent horoscope, and eventually the Nightbringer's shell was destroyed by the spirit. Clan war god Kane was crushed.
The same thing happened with Carlos. It understood Guilliman and used powerful psychic powers to target Guilliman. Even a stone would push Guilliman to a bad ending.
"You are like the Night Holder. The game is set for you. No matter what choice you make..." Efreni took a deep breath and continued: "There is no escape."
"Since there is no way to escape, I choose to tear Carlos apart." Guilliman recalled those survivors in the demon world. Their souls fell into the hands of Carlos and they would endure eternal torture.
The soul endures eternal torment. This may sound like words used in religious scriptures to scare others, but it is real.
Guilliman could accept the deaths of those survivors, but he could not accept that they were being held hostage from birth to death, and even death could not lead to peace.
"But maybe things can turn around." Efreni added.
Guilliman did not hear these words. He had already seen Carlos performing sorcery directly in front of him.
Anger filled Guilliman's chest.
Under the armor of destiny, the original body's penetrating and furious gaze was staring at Carlos.
The Book of Destiny inlaid on the Staff of Tomorrow in Carlos' hand is turning.
Before the pages of the future predicted by blasphemous words were turned one by one, the Lord of Changes first saw the future as the pages of the Book of Destiny were turned, and noticed Guilliman's arrival in advance.
As Ephrene said, this is a game.
Carlos had long been prepared for the current meeting. Next to him were warriors wearing Terminator armor one after another from the Red Pirates warband, as well as those who were transformed into mutants or Chaos just by the gaze of the devil. Egg of a mortal soldier or crew.
There are even some Thousand Sons Space Marines emerging from the central passage.
The moment he saw the Thousand Sons, Guilliman realized that it was not just Carlos who was responsible for this, but also his damn "good brother".
"For the Lord of Change!"
"For the Lord of Five Hundred Worlds! For the Emperor!"
The guards brought by Guilliman and the ultramarines who gathered after sensing the wrath of the Gene Father took the initiative to attack, fighting the traitors and blasphemous creatures.
Guilliman walked forward resolutely, using the weapons attached to the Fist of Dominance to shoot or smash any obstacles in his way.
Realizing that the target of the original body was himself, Carlos immediately protected all his allies in front of him.
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Chapter 342 The helplessness of weak psychic abilities
One after another, the red pirates fell miserably to death.
Guilliman's body is very large and strong but surprisingly agile.
The weapon attached to the Fist of Dominance can always accurately explode the head of every enemy.
The Fist of Dominance can always be swung at a tricky angle, causing the enemy to be smashed along with the weapon and armor.
Nothing can withstand the enraged Primarch.
What's more, the original body is accompanied by the Glory Guard composed of the elites of the five hundred worlds of Ultramar, as well as the two giants of the Death Army, Efreni and Thousand Faces.
The speed at which Guilliman approaches Carlos depends on his forward speed, and whether it is a Chaos Egg or something else, it cannot even stop Guilliman for one second.
Even while fighting, Guilliman was able to place Celestine and Greyfax on the battlefield where his side was most disadvantaged.
Carlos gradually placed more friendly troops in front of him, getting further and further away from Guilliman.
The mortals corrupted by Kalos chanted incantations while fighting, and a small-scale ritual was gradually taking shape within Macragge's Glory.
"Carlos!" Guilliman smashed the heads of three Red Pirate Terminators at the same time and roared angrily at the Almighty Lord.
This roar broke the courage of even the weak-minded, and a handful of Space Marines and a large number of mortals began to flee, trying to get as far away from the Primarch as possible.
The only remaining step in the gang-hopping war was to deal with Guilliman, but the losses in the battle were increasing. Huron, who was watching the battle in the Blackstone Fortress of the New Badab, could not sit still. Carlos completely regarded his people as Bait used.
"How many sacrifices must be made to take down Guilliman!" Huron stood up from the throne and shouted at his wizard.
The sound heard by the wizard reached Carlos's ears, which was his way of contacting Huron.
"We don't need to make any sacrifices." Carlos' words were still so contradictory. "These sacrifices are foreseeable and acceptable. What do you think we are dealing with? That's a original body."
Without Carlos's reminder, Huron also knew that he was dealing with the original body, but he did not expect that the original body's combat power was so amazing that even though his own people were the main attacker, they were chopped up by Guilliman. It was slaughtered as easily as the vegetables.
The central passage does not look like a battlefield, but more like an execution ground prepared for the Red Pirates war gang.
"You can't deal with him, so why do you provoke him? If you had said that earlier, I wouldn't have sent people to die with you!" Huron roared.
"The combat power of the original body is amazingly powerful, but every original body has weaknesses." Carlos began to wave the Staff of Tomorrow, and the vortex composed of space energy gathered and rotated around the Staff of Tomorrow, and slowly spread outward.
"In a contest of skill and force, no one but another Primarch can hold Guilliman down."
"But before psychic powers, Guilliman is as fragile as an egg."
Carlos continued to work on his spell.
Gradually some Ultramarines stopped during the battle, covered their eyes, screamed and roared, and their souls were sucked away, but this was just collateral damage from a subspace spell.
When Guilliman moved forward a total of ninety-nine steps and killed ninety-nine people...He was here, in front of Carlos...After these strange conditions were met, the subspace magic brewed by Carlos was released.
The environment around the central passage began to distort, crystals "rushed" like sea water, and the originally boxy equipment or statues began to distort irregularly.
Eventually eight Daemons of Tzeentch were summoned to the Maelstrom and arrived aboard Macragge's Glory.
Counting Carlos himself, there are nine great demons in total.
The demons stood at nine corners around Guilliman, and their angles and orientations were all strict nines.
When Guilliman's Hand of Domination suddenly fired and the weapon's remaining ammunition showed nine, he suddenly had a bad feeling.
Immediately afterwards, a stream of spiritual energy surged toward Guilliman from each of the great demons, transforming into physical chains and binding Guilliman's limbs and neck.
The chains were tightening, the Armor of Destiny rattled, and Guilliman couldn't even breathe.
"Why are you resisting your essence? You are not so passive." Carlos approached Guilliman on crutches. It easily passed through the swords swung by Evrené and Thousand Faces, and passed through the genetic guards of the guard. A power sword that was swung out in anger by the predicament faced by his father.
Guilliman tried to use the Hand of Dominance to shoot Carlos, but the chains tightened as he tried.
The physical suffering was insignificant to the Primarch, but the chains burned even Guilliman's heart and soul, causing him to suffer as never before.
"Put down your weapons, or I'll kill him." Carlos's voice reached the ears of everyone present.
It didn't seem to be looking at anyone when it spoke, but it seemed to be looking at anyone.
The Honor Guard hesitated and began to think of a series of plans to help the Gene Father get out of his predicament.
Carlos tapped the ground lightly with the Staff of Tomorrow. The chains that bound Guilliman tightened, and painful groans came from the Armor of Destiny.
The sons of the Primarch felt their hearts twisting as they heard the groans of their Gene-Father.
This simple act proved that Carlos had the ability to kill Guilliman instantly, so the Ultramarines threw their weapons to the ground without hesitation.
Thousand Faces didn't care about Guilliman's life or death. He wanted to continue fighting, but was held back by Evrene.
There was no choice but to put down their weapons.
It was not just those on the central channel who also laid down their weapons, but also the Ultramarines on other battlefields on the battleship and those on Guilliman's side.
Celestine folded her wings and planted her sword on the ground.
Greyfax put down his crossbow and rapier.
Just like all Ultramarines.