When Sicarius brought his men back, he realized it was all too late.
An entire Honor Guard company had been silently slaughtered by the enemy!
The enemy's methods were extremely exquisite; they even used the warriors' corpses to pose in all sorts of strange positions.
The arriving Ultramarines looked at these corpses with rage, unable to fathom what kind of enemy would treat their battle-brothers with such methods.
What kind of enemy was so bored as to toy with the corpses of dead warriors!
"Oh no!"
"It's the Emperor's Children!"
Sicarius, his hands stained with blood, returned like lightning, but it was clear that this bolt of lightning was a bit late.
Just a moment ago at the landing site, he had used an extremely aggressive tactic to quickly annihilate those accursed Death Guard.
Sicarius had prevented all of Macragge from falling into a terrifying plague.
However, this Second Captain never expected that the enemy would use a feint tactic.
Furthermore, this was a collaboration between two Traitor Legions; he never imagined that besides the Death Guard, the Emperor's Children were also involved in this surprise attack!
Two Traitor Legions plus a Daemon Primarch—such a luxurious setup was already beyond Sicarius's imagination.
By the time Sicarius rushed to the sanctuary hall, everything was already too late.
By this time, Fulgrim had already let his Emperor's Children warband take control of the entire sanctuary.
Bolter fire and fierce fighting erupted in this once most sacred place of the Second Imperium.
Sicarius also demonstrated the reputation of the Master of the Lightning.
He was not only good at fighting but also possessed extremely strong management skills.
This was also the reason why he was left by Calgar in Ultramar to continue serving as the acting Regent.
Because his management skills were indeed stronger than even the First Captain's.
Utilizing the few companies at hand, Sicarius even formed a hybrid special assault company.
If this were in the past, he absolutely would not have done such a thing that defied the Codex.
But now that the Primarch was about to be gutted, forget about this damn Codex!
Sicarius raised his Power Sword high and ordered the communications officer.
"Go notify Chapter Master Calgar, hurry back home!"
"We are under a joint assault by the Death Guard and the Emperor's Children!"
"They have breached the sanctuary and are about to gut the Primarch!"
"Make the Chapter Master come back quickly!"
To be honest, this way of speaking was actually a bit insubordinate.
But Sicarius was truly anxious; the enemy had charged into their home base, and if this continued, it would really be over!
Leading his men, he charged into the sanctuary, but strangely—the closer they got to the interior of the sanctuary, the fewer enemies they faced.
At first, there were still some Noise Marines blocking them, but later on, there was simply no one left.
This eerie environment made Sicarius feel very strange; the bloodstains on his Power Sword had even dried up.
Yet the number of enemies in front of him was becoming fewer and fewer.
Everyone finally managed to rush into the exhibition hall of the Fortress of Hera, but the scene that followed almost drove all the veterans insane.
"Fulgrim!"
Sicarius shouted out the Name of the Daemon Primarch.
He raised the Power Sword in his hand high, pointing at the Daemon Primarch who was about to strike at Guilliman.
"Oh?"
Fulgrim glanced back; his twisted body made it hard for one to distinguish exactly how many eyes he had.
"The current Honor Guard doesn't seem to be as capable as your predecessors!"
"Your Primarch should have died ten thousand years ago, instead of living until now!"
"Now, I represent Slaanesh, and I am just collecting on a loan!"
"Perhaps if Guilliman is sensible, he could even become my sister, couldn't he?"
Having arrived here, Fulgrim was already holding the winning hand, because before coming here, he had stopped by to have his fortune told.
In the established destiny, Guilliman would definitely become his good sister, which would perfectly please Slaanesh—it was simply wonderful!
Fulgrim couldn't even imagine how satisfying a corrupted Guilliman would be?
Because just thinking about that thought was enough to make his soul go into a frenzy of pleasure.
And now, his mission was about to succeed—though he didn't know how effective the corruption toxin given to him by Slaanesh would be.
But he firmly believed that as long as he injected the new toxin into Guilliman, combined with the original toxin, it would definitely make Guilliman completely fall to corruption!
A sweep of Fulgrim's tail completely destroyed the base of the stasis field.
When his venomous dagger swung toward Guilliman's face—only then did Guilliman slowly open his eyes.
"Damn it!"
Guilliman never expected that just after waking up, he would encounter such a horrifying event!
Even with his extremely fast reaction speed, he couldn't dodge this strike.
He couldn't dodge it even when Fulgrim hadn't ascended to Daemonhood.
Let alone in the current state where Fulgrim had already ascended.
"Crack!"
The dagger stabbed heavily into Guilliman's body.
At this moment, Guilliman also threw a heavy punch at Fulgrim.
This punch successfully knocked Fulgrim back, but for the current Fulgrim, this seemingly heavy punch was nothing more than a slight scratch.
"Oh, my foolish brother!"
"How does the taste of my heart-toxin feel? It won't be long before we can be sisters!"
"It's a toxin specially prepared for you by Slaanesh!"
"How is it? It feels great, right?"
Fulgrim laughed and licked his curved blade, as the purple venom quickly invaded Guilliman's entire body through his blood vessels.
"Fulgrim, you!"
Guilliman hadn't even started his Zu'an-style insults yet, but the sensation of heat and distortion in his body almost destroyed his physical form.
His body was dissolving and twisting in an unexplainable way.
It was even beginning to mutate in a direction similar to Fulgrim's.
"No!"
All the Ultramarines still fighting panicked.
Their Primarch had actually been reduced to this state by the enemy right in front of them!
This was incomparably painful for all the Ultramarines, and every Ultramarine could feel a force twisting them.
"Ultramar, Master of the 500 Worlds!"
"From now on, you are one of us!"
"Unleash yourself and pursue the path of thrill and perfection!"
"As your good sister, I will accompany you!"
[Slaanesh: Good, well done!]
[I am already starting to look forward to what Guilliman will become!]
As for what Guilliman would become, Slaanesh himself actually didn't know.
Because if it were known, it could no longer be called perfection; perfection must be something recognized from within the heart, not something recognized by oneself.
Slaanesh only knew that with this strike, the other party's gender would change, but as for what gender it would be, that was unclear.
[Deployment complete!]
[Time has passed, deploying a fully organized Ultramarines Chapter!]
[Mission objective: Expel all enemies on Macragge!]
[Mission reward: Ultramarines gene-seed template!]
When Caleb's golden hand appeared again, it meant the game on the gameboard had begun.
Meanwhile, Slaanesh, who was about to succeed in his conquest, also wanted to reach out and take Guilliman away.
The purple hand and the golden hand collided at this moment.
However, when Caleb noticed that Slaanesh also wanted to touch the piece that was Guilliman.
Caleb slapped him directly, then said in a supreme voice.
[Caleb: Is it your turn? Moving, moving, moving!]
[Go back and stay there, or I'll deal with you too!]
[Slap!]
Slaanesh, who had just reached out, inexplicably received a slap.
On her myriad faces, almost all of them bore that obvious mark.
All Slaanesh daemons could feel as if their faces had been struck by a heavy blow.
Almost every Slaanesh daemon could feel their face burning with pain.
[Slaanesh: Oho, nice!]
[If you have the guts, do it again!]
Caleb couldn't be bothered with that guy anymore; after all, Slaanesh was a pervert, the more you hit him, the happier he got!
Perhaps the more he was beaten, the stronger he would become.
To deal with this kind of masochist, you have to make him depressed!
Consequently, when Caleb retrieved Guilliman's soul essence.
Only then did Slaanesh start to panic.
He wanted to snatch back his piece, but couldn't.
Caleb's piece was placed down, and in an instant—Guilliman's soul transferred onto this new piece!
At this moment, this piece erupted with a bright blue light.
Immediately following that, there was a fully organized Ultramarines Legion.
"Damn you, Fulgrim!"
"If you have the guts, let's duel!"
"What kind of skill is a sneak attack? Is that all you've learned after such a long time?"
Suddenly, a milky, childish voice rang out from the crowd of Ultramarines.
Where Guilliman's armor had originally been—suddenly crawled out a cute little blonde loli!
She held the sword in her hand, shouting and yelling.
Her expression was as if she couldn't wait to tear the Daemon Primarch in front of her to shreds.
[Fulgrim: Uh, this?]
[Ultramarines: This isn't right, is it?]
Everyone looked at the gender-bent Guilliman and fell into deep thought.
Fulgrim suddenly felt that his mutation was in vain, because for some reason, the little loli before him seemed even more perfect than himself.
Her charm was infinitely stronger than his own—and at the same time—she seemed closer to the definition of perfection as defined by the Palace of Sensation!
At this moment, both friend and foe alike fell into a state of total system crash.
Only Guilliman, relying on his superhuman brain, still had some reaction.
"Wait, no, how did I get so small?"
"Wait—no!"
"Where is my 'little brother'? Damn Fulgrim, give it back!"
Raising the burning the emperors sword in his hand, Guilliman threw himself directly into a fight with Fulgrim!
To be honest, this tiny frame was surprisingly fast when it exploded into action.
Despite wielding a greatsword larger than himself, he was able to accurately slash toward Fulgrim.
[Emperor: Holy shit, so intense, so cute!]
[As expected, Malcador was right. If Guilliman had looked like this before, he definitely wouldn't have been hated by his brothers!]
It turned out the Emperor knew everything all along; it was just that he was unwilling to dwell on those past matters.
Caleb expressed disdain for the Emperor's reaction.
Your good brother and comrade-in-arms Malcador is already dead—isn't it a bit too late to start remembering his virtues now?
"Die, die, die!"
"Damn Fulgrim, I'm going to kill you!"
Fulgrim immediately performed a display of dodging left and right in front of Guilliman.
This was the damn the emperors sword; if he got hit, he might very well have his account deleted.
Fortunately, Guilliman's reaction speed was indeed inferior to Fulgrim's.
Fulgrim's reaction speed was like a cat's, while Guilliman's current reaction speed was, at most, like that of a two-week-old infant.
Although Fulgrim was a bit annoyed by the fact that Guilliman looked cuter than him,
Taunting was still an absolute necessity.
A smirk appeared on Fulgrim's lips.
He then laughed mockingly, saying, "Oh my, oh my!"
"Guilliman, oh Guilliman!"
"What should I call you now? Guilliloli?"
"Your mother would probably be very happy to see you like this. Well, provided you still have a mother!"
"Oh, right!" Guilliman, who had just been hacking wildly at Fulgrim, suddenly calmed down.
Guilliman had originally been losing his head, but at the mention of his adoptive mother, he instantly regained much of his composure.
From a rational perspective, if he became like this, his mother Euten might actually be happier.
And—he could throw himself into his mother's arms without any hesitation, if she were still around!
In just a brief moment—Guilliman suddenly felt that becoming like this wasn't so bad after all.
However, now was not the time for such thoughts. Guilliman still had to drive Fulgrim and his lot out first, "Aaaah, no, no!" the loli-fied Guilliman muttered in frustration.
"Since you've come to Ultramar, I will absolutely not allow you to step out of the 500 Worlds alive!"
"Is that so?" Fulgrim smiled proudly, his body stretching out—fully displaying his bizarre form with a human head and a serpent's body.
Guilliman, now a loli, looked at his brother with an expression of utter revulsion.
He had never imagined his brother would become so hideous—that the power of Chaos could corrupt a person to such a degree made Guilliman feel nauseated and retching!
"It just so happens I don't plan on leaving either. I will turn your home into a Daemon World and then capture the souls of all your loved ones!"
"Guilliman—I know you possess vast ambitions!"
"However, it's all over. From now on—you will be unable to suppress the wild side within your heart!"
Fulgrim laughed playfully.
He firmly believed his plan had already reached completion.
Especially when he saw the faint pink fluorescent glow emanating from the other's chest.
Both Slaanesh and Fulgrim felt a surge of wild joy in their hearts!
It was a very strange heart-shaped icon.
The Million Mark had already appeared on Guilliman's chest!
At this moment, Fulgrim had no idea that this mark actually had absolutely nothing to do with Slaanesh.
He still thought the mark belonged to Slaanesh.
"Hashida, you've really screwed me over!"
Caleb also noticed that mark. Previously, he hadn't thought about removing Guilliman's detachable armor!
After all, Caleb had never imagined that the 'realistic' Hashida referred to was *this* kind of realistic.
As expected, old artists are just too Slaaneshi; all old artists are more or less connected to Slaanesh.
[Emperor: Tsk tsk tsk!]
Even the Emperor shook his head when he saw the mark glowing.
This mark had no other function except to block his own signal.
Now the Emperor's signal to Guilliman was exceptionally poor; if he said a whole sentence, it would be lucky if Guilliman received even two words.
"Aaaah, you bastard!"
"What is this thing? Why is it on my chest? It's so ugly, scratch it off, scratch it off!"
Guilliman was almost losing his mood for the fight; he only wanted to rub his chest and quickly scrub that strange mark away.
Fulgrim, having seen his trick succeed, also had no desire to continue fighting. He simply took a photo in silence—and then vanished into the Palace of Sensation that symbolized lust.
"Hahaha!"
"Guilliman, I'll be waiting for you right here!"
"The gates of the Palace of Sensation are already open for you. Just wait to become my sister!"
Fulgrim's parting taunt was like a daemon's whisper, constantly echoing in Guilliman's ears.
Feeling his body grow hot, Guilliman even truly began to think that he might really be doomed!
"Wait, Primarch, we haven't boarded yet!"
Sicarius directly cut down several Noise Marines in front of him with a single stroke.
His subordinates also dealt with the surrounding enemies as fast as lightning.
Perhaps it was the departure of their Primarch that caused the morale of the Emperor's Children to plummet.
The battle, which had been difficult, was now a complete rout.
"Lord Guilliman!"
"You!"
As soon as Sicarius spoke, Guilliman interrupted him.
"It's fine!"
"There should still be time!"
Guilliman tried to run his brain and found that it was still clear, without too much lewd mental garbage!
The only thing that had the greatest impact on him was the sentence Fulgrim said before leaving.
He would wait for him in Slaanesh's domain; clearly, his soul was being corrupted.
"What is your name?"
Facing Guilliman's inquiry, Sicarius, who had failed his mission to protect the Primarch, knelt down in shame.
Now, even when kneeling, Sicarius was still taller than the Primarch—so he could only lower his head and try his best to make his body appear shorter than the Primarch's.
He placed his blood-stained weapon on the ground, looking like a knight who had failed his sacred mission.
"Forgive me, Lord Guilliman!"
"My Name is Sicarius, perhaps you should forget the name of this sinner!"
"I failed to protect you, Lord Primarch!"
Guilliman could feel the shame his children felt toward him.
However, the current situation was no time for shame.
"All of you go out first, Sicarius, you stay!"
Everyone in the Honor Guard left with their heads bowed.
Their expressions were filled with utter disappointment, for this battle was nothing short of a disgrace for the Honor Guard.
Dragging the corpses of those profaners, all the warriors filed out.
Their expressions were grim, and Sicarius, who had been left behind, looked even more solemn.
Sicarius was even prepared to endure the Primarch's wrath.
He even gripped the Power Sword on the ground, ready to take his own life to atone for his failure if necessary.
However, the next scene caught Sicarius completely off guard.
He saw Guilliman come before him and then begin to pound her own chest with her little fists.
"Waaaah! I'm finished, Sicarius!"
"Having become like this, how am I supposed to go back?"
"If Dad sees me like this, he'll surely die of anger! How can I have the face to go back and remain loyal to the Imperium!"
The sound of crying was deafeningly loud, and even the warriors at the door noticed something was wrong.
Many trembled as they wanted to rush back in, but remembering the Primarch's order, everyone remained still.
As everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, several green faces wearing blue armor suddenly bared their teeth at the Honor Guard veterans.
"Hey, brothers, how about we go and kill those Green Cans outside too!"
"For Ultramar, we must fight for the Primarch until the very last moment, WAAAGH!"