Chapter 721: Advance Prophecy

"No problem." Digris said firmly to Calgar, which also made the latter's heart rise with more hope.

There were not only a few people in the hall. When Dorn was carrying the container closer and closer to the throne, the Ultramarines also stood behind them.

This was not only the son's ardent expectation for his father, but also a vigilance against Dorn and others.

The ceremony of resurrecting Guilliman was much simpler than Calgar thought. Dorn just opened the sacred coffin, and then stood facing the Ultramarines with his hands against the chainsaw sword.

This looked more like a distrustful defense.

Calgar had some bad thoughts because of Dorn's actions. When he was about to ask, he saw two giants crawling out of the sacred coffin.

Not only that, the Eldar witch named Iverene did not know when she appeared around Guilliman's throne.

Fulgrim did not wear as tightly as Dorn because of the ritual of summoning Slaanesh. He needed to expose his skin to the air and pierce the runes with a chaos dagger.

Even the great demons of Slaanesh knew about this forbidden rune. This was a gift from Slaanesh when Fulgrim was very fond of her.

Fulgrim looked back at Calgar and the Ultramarines, with apology and determination in his eyes.

Calgar was a little stunned by what happened suddenly, but when he saw Fulgrim's face clearly, the hope he had was replaced by despair.

For them, the emotions conveyed in Fulgrim's eyes were mocking their ignorance.

Why am I so careless? Calgar questioned himself.

He didn't know that the reason why he trusted Dorn was because of Dorn's Primarch-level affinity. He just felt that all his actions were the result of being bewitched by the devil.

Under the black armor was definitely not a loyal hero, but a powerful devil who played with people's hearts and could make people let down their guard in a few words.

The help of the aliens was just a deal between them and the Chaos Demons. They tried to use Macragge's blood and the corruption of the Primarch Guilliman in exchange for a glimmer of hope to survive under the hands of the Chaos God.

When Fulgrim stabbed his skin for the first time, Calgar figured out everything.

He suppressed his fear and roared, "In the name of the Emperor, save our Primarch!"

This roar woke up the Ultramarines, and they charged at Dorn and Perturabo.

"Tsk. What a trouble." Perturabo and Dorn stood side by side. The two of them were enough to block all attacks, and even leave no one alive in the hall in just a few seconds, but they didn't come here to kill.

"Fulgrim, do it quickly." Dorn said slowly, he turned the chainsaw sword over, ready to use the side without serrations to block the Ultramarines' fierce attack.

Eldar witch, unknown mechanical creation.

Think Tank Director Digris was confused. He did vaguely know about Guilliman's resurrection from the prophecy, but he was confused about the time and some details.

After struggling for a long time, Digris chose to believe the revelation brought to him by the prophecy.

The Librarian flashed behind Dorn and Perturabo with psychic spells, built a solid psychic shield, and knocked his brother away with thunderous lightning.

"Digris! What are you doing!" Calgar roared, he thought Digris's behavior was an intolerable betrayal.

But Digris just sighed and didn't explain anything to Calgar.

The Ultramarines approached Dorn and Perturabo's defense line, they were like undeveloped children in front of the two primarchs.

Chapter Master Calgar, First Captain Agman, and Second Captain Catosicarius rushed to the front of the team and attacked Dorn and Perturabo without hesitation.

The previous second they were still staring at the movements of the primarchs, and the next second they were flying in the air, with nothing in front of them except the rotating picture.

They fell heavily to the ground, and the severe pain in their chests made it difficult for them to stand up.

Too fast! Too powerful!

Although the warriors had witnessed Dorn chopping insects many times, when they really faced the Primarch, the strong sense of oppression made it difficult for them to breathe.

This was simply a battle of a different level.

"Father!" Calgar roared, he rushed up again, and was beaten back again.

This behavior of only injuring but not killing was considered a joke by the Ultramarines. They believed more and more that the two giants in front of them were the incarnations of Slaanesh demons, just like Fulgrim.

Watching the Ultramarines being blown away by dozens of them, Fulgrim was also a little anxious. He hoped that Guilliman could wake up as soon as possible to eliminate the misunderstanding.

But it was not Fulgrim who really mastered the ritual, but Slaanesh.

Slaanesh watched with interest the scene of Perturabo and Dorn blowing away the Ultramarines, slowly absorbing the poison in Guilliman's body.

"Don't waste time."

The cold urging of the God Emperor made Slaanesh's interest fall. She glared at the God Emperor with dissatisfaction, and then remembered something interesting.

"Okay, I'll be quick then." Slaanesh chuckled, and the Emperor felt something was wrong.

The originally stable demon runes suddenly burst into extremely dazzling blasphemous light, completely polluting the air of the entire hall.

Under the shriek and scarlet wine, Fulgrim's image changed greatly.

After re-integrating his soul and flesh, Fulgrim changed from the original ostentatious flawless phoenix to a restrained ember phoenix.

But now, the power of Slaanesh reconstructed his gray-white armor, and a complex and gorgeous armor that could fascinate the mind appeared on him.

The huge mark symbolizing Slaanesh was suspended above Fulgrim's head like a crown, and the blasphemous black-purple light added a touch of charming danger to Fulgrim's silver-white hair and delicate face.

Fulgrim also had a slender dagger in his hand, which was inserted into Guilliman's neck like a straw. Large amounts of black air were churning out continuously, and it was unclear whether it was sucked out or injected.

Dorn and Perturabo turned back suddenly because of the sudden change behind them. They stared at Fulgrim in a daze, and Fulgrim also stared at them in a daze.

"I. I didn't do anything." Fulgrim smiled nervously. Seeing that his eyes and body were still normal, but he had an extra set of gorgeous armor, Perturabo and Dorn also nodded and asked him to continue to complete the task.

However, this was too much of a shock to the Ultramarines. Even Digris, who believed in the prophecy of resurrection, was frightened by Fulgrim's demonic armor and broke into a cold sweat.

Am I wrong? Is the prophecy wrong? Is everything a conspiracy of Tzeentch?

Digris pursed his lips, and his legs trembled as he saw Calgar's fiery eyes.

"I. seem to be wrong."

In desperation, Digris prepared to use self-destruction to save his Primarch.