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Chapter 229: The Slumbering Guilliman
🕑 Added 2025-08-18 14:25:32 +0000 UTCChapter 229: The Slumbering Guilliman
Vashtorr was still pushing forward with his troops, the roar of his daemon engines echoing across the defensive positions outside the Shrine of Truth. The mutation on the Blackstone Fortress had been relayed to him by the Dark Mechanicum hereteks he had left on board.
With Tzeentch's assistance, the soul-pact he had signed with Vingaard had been directly torn up. He had not sold out the other party, but now he had been sold out by them. So they're thinking of killing me along with the humans...
He could already see the towering Shrine of Truth in the distance. Every step forward was incredibly difficult, but sensing Lucan's position made him unbearably thirsty for the kill. This was his last chance. If he were to fall from his current position to that of an ordinary warp creature, it would be more unbearable than death. Once the Cult of the Holy Machine had popularized the Purity Seal throughout the Imperium, he would no longer be the great Vashtorr, the Lord of the Soul Forges. The final result would be that he would become an ordinary arms dealer who could be easily manipulated by the other Chaos powers. The loss of faith would seriously affect his power.
And the interior of the Ark of Omen was on the verge of collapse under the attack of the Zerg led by Kerrigan.
The Chaos invaders had not expected the strength of the Zerg and the Protoss to be so high. They had originally thought that the Zerg and the Protoss were just biological weapons in Lucan's hands, but now they knew that these two races were definitely not that simple. How could a race with such a complete technology tree and social system be created by humans? This kind of experience against enemies required the accumulation of time. If humanity and the Emperor could really do it, then what were the Old Ones?
All he could do now was to go all in. He would abandon the Ark of Omen and organize all his remaining forces to attack the Shrine of Truth before him.
As his command was transmitted, all his remaining forces inside the Ark of Omen began to abandon the warship. With the help of the psychic teleportation devices collected by Vashtorr, they were directly teleported to the surface of Macragge. And as Vingaard abandoned command and single-mindedly focused on completing Tzeentch's mission, all the Red Corsair forces on the planet, except for the Orks and Genestealers, also began to converge on Vashtorr's position. They also did not want to be abandoned and then completely killed by their own people.
Under Tigurius's guidance, Lucan's group followed the sacred corridor and arrived in the great hall where Guilliman was. The surrounding walls were carved with countless exquisite murals, all of which recorded the great achievements of the gene-primarch.
And at this moment, Lucan saw with his own eyes Guilliman, sitting upon his throne. His eyes were closed, and everything had been frozen at the moment he was placed in the stasis field. When he saw Guilliman for the first time, only then did Lucan know what a noble appearance was. The word "perfect" could actually be used to describe a person's appearance.
And Guilliman, protected by the stasis field, was still wearing the armor from his battle with the daemon primarch Fulgrim. And next to him, also stored in a stasis field, was the weapon the Emperor had once used, the Emperor's Sword. This was one of the few weapons that could completely kill a daemon.
The sons of the Ultramarines would often come here to pay their respects to their primarch. Everyone kept the fact that the gene-primarch was still alive in their hearts.
"Cawl, let's go. It's time for Guilliman to get back to work!"
As Lucan and Cawl walked before the stasis field, the Custodes also stood around the throne to prevent any accidents from happening. And a group of elite Ultramarines from the Second Company all held their weapons tightly. They aimed at Lucan and Cawl. If there was any unusual movement, they would immediately overwhelm them with firepower. Sicarius also stood not far behind Lucan, his hand already on the Tempest Blade at his waist.
"Astartes! Stand back!" a Custodian stepped forward, preventing Sicarius from approaching.
"Forget it, let him come! Otherwise, I estimate he won't be at ease."
As Lucan approached the sleeping Guilliman, he also sensed the residual, corrupting warp-poison of Slaanesh within his body. This was not an ordinary poison, but a spiritual and soulful one. The pain created by Slaanesh was constantly torturing Guilliman's soul and will. And this was also reflected on his demigod body. The wound caused by Fulgrim, combined with the divine power of Slaanesh, had created Guilliman's near-death state. As long as Guilliman was not dead, this power would be continuously supplied by Slaanesh. Only when Guilliman was completely dead would this power disappear.
Presumably, Yvraine had also used the power of the Eldar God of the Dead to allow him to briefly enter a state of complete death, and then resurrected him after this power had disappeared.
"Lord Lucan, can you, as you said, remove the remnants of the dark god's power from his body? Once I turn off this stasis field, this power will quickly push Lord Guilliman to true death."
Cawl had already opened the holy reliquary containing the Armour of Fate, revealing the already-forged armor. The reliquary operated automatically and slowly began to envelop Guilliman on the throne. Cawl continuously manipulated the equipment before him, and countless lines of crimson binary code floated across the screen.
"I can, but it will take a little time. Before I completely purify this power, I will need you to maintain his vital signs. These are for you."
Lucan handed a dozen nano-healing guns to Cawl. He had already explained the use of this equipment to him. After all, this time, without the help of the Eldar God of the Dead, Lucan was not sure if any accidents would happen if he turned off the stasis field first. These nano-healing guns could at least keep Guilliman's life hanging by a thread. If it really didn't work, they could just turn the stasis field on again.
"Are you ready? I'm going to turn off the field."
"Do it, Cawl!"
As Cawl turned off the field, everyone looked on nervously. Sicarius and Tigurius both felt their hearts in their throats. If any accident were to happen, they knew they would become the sinners of the Ultramarines. Even the Custodes couldn't help but look over.
The blue, transparent stasis field disappeared. Cawl immediately detected a change in Guilliman's body.
"Vital signs are dropping rapidly! Quickly!"
Almost the next second, starting from Guilliman's injured neck, the visible veins took on an evil, light purple hue. A dozen beams of nano-healing light immediately and accurately hit Guilliman's body, preventing him from dying instantly. But the nano-healing beams, which could quickly repair a normal human soldier's body, could not repair the body of this demigod.
The next second, the reliquary immediately enveloped Guilliman, and it also began to operate. The sound of machinery stimulated everyone. Crimson code flashed continuously, and Lucan also began to fully activate his warp projection.
Lucan placed his hand directly on the reliquary.
A huge devouring power began to absorb all the psychic energy around it. Even those without psychic talent felt a serious discomfort, and Tigurius even fell to one knee on the ground. He felt as if he had been completely drained in an instant.
And this poison belonging to Slaanesh also began to be purified and decomposed by Lucan.
"Dammit... why can't I devour it completely..."
Lucan could feel that he could purify this power, but the poison was still pouring out endlessly.
At this moment, in the Palace of Slaanesh, the treacherous laughter of the Prince of Pleasure echoed. All the daemons of Slaanesh could feel their master's anger. He could feel it. He could feel that the warp-poison he had injected into Guilliman's body was disappearing. He would not allow the Emperor's son to live again. Using the medium that had been injected into Guilliman's body, Slaanesh continuously replenished it with his own divine power.
This time, Lucan did not have the Emperor's help. He had to rely on himself.
