Chapter 722 Urgent Liman

"Stop, kid." Dorn's big hand slapped Digris.

The think tank director used all his psychic energy to resist Dorn's interference.

But he didn't do it, and could only watch Dorn's big hand break through the defense line he woven with psychic lightning.

Snap!

Digris fell into a coma, and the psychic energy in his body dissipated outward.

The light of the demon became stronger and stronger, and the corrosion of Slaanesh could be seen everywhere in the hall. The smooth marble columns turned into strange sculptures that were posing coquettishly, and the gullies with clear water were also filled with poisonous perfume.

This was so desperate, Calgar gritted his teeth and shed tears. He felt that his original body was gradually dying under the intake of the demon Fulgrim.

Because the face of the God Emperor became more and more ugly, Slaanesh also stopped the idea of ​​continuing to play. She told Fulgrim that the ritual was about to be completed, and only the last step was needed to awaken Guilliman.

Fulgrim looked at Iverene and conveyed information to her through his eyes.

Ivrene suppressed her complex emotions. She didn't know what the result would be.

This is all for the Alliance. To fight against Chaos.

Take a deep breath and move closer to Guilliman's throne.

Tall and strong, she is exactly the same as the other Primarchs. Ivrene put her face close to Guilliman during Calgar's desperate roar.

From the body shape, Ivrene is like Guilliman's underage child.

I really don't know what it feels like to rest my head on that broad chest.

Shocked by her own thoughts, Ivrene slapped her cheeks hard, so that she wouldn't lose her composure like that.

Slaanesh in the warp had already been happy, and she also felt this tangled emotion of desire and fear. She panted and stared at everything that was going to happen next with great anticipation.

The God-Emperor had a tangled face. He closed his eyes, not knowing what kind of emotion to face the resurrected Guilliman.

Ivrene's lips gently touched Guilliman's lips, and the movement was fast, without any suspicion of addiction.

Her heart was pounding. This was an emotion that Iverene had never experienced in her life.

"You did a good job~ You did a good job~" Slaanesh's praise came into Iverene's mind. The Lord of Desire was imagining what kind of wedding Guilliman and Iverene should hold, and what kind of activities they should do to satisfy the Lord of Desire's curiosity.

The power of the god of death was thus injected into Guilliman's body.

The Slaanesh corrosion in the hall receded, and Fulgrim's armor returned to its original state again.

An abrupt voice came from the throne, like a bell calling for a new era, like a sharp blade cutting through the dark and noisy.

The attacking Ultramarines stopped in unison, and their blood cheered for the strangeness of the throne.

Calgar could be sure that this was not Slaanesh's evil magic, and his father seemed to be really waking up.

The hissing golden mist enveloped the throne, and a great heart of the past was beating again.

Celestine, who was encouraging the army to fight on the front line, also heard the heartbeat. She felt that she should shed golden tears at this moment.

This was the greatest moment in her life. No other deed could be compared with such a miracle.

Celestine raised her face, and some words were brewing on her lips. They were words praising the Emperor's kindness and praising Guilliman.

These words seemed to have already existed in fate, just waiting for the right time.

Celestine clasped her hands together, frowned for a long time, and did not say any words of praise, as if Guilliman's resurrection did not excite her that much.

After seeing the four primarchs, the dynasty fleet, the war of the gods, the golden ark, and the death of the star god. Celestine felt that the upper limit of her ability to accept was severely raised by several levels.

Finally, she said apologetically, "I'm sorry, my great and kind Emperor." Then she went into the battlefield and repented by killing the Zerg.

Cawl, who was studying the Black Stone underground in Cadia, felt a strange feeling of depression growing from the data core. He was quite surprised and immediately returned to the secret room of the ship.

When he found that the Armor of Destiny was safe and sound, Cawl's heart was relieved again.

The hope of the Empire depends on this miraculous creation.

Every beat of Guilliman's heart is like a heavy punch in the chaotic sea of ​​the warp. As the waves spread outward, its momentum becomes more and more fierce, and finally turns into a surging ocean.

The ocean was calmed by Tzeentch. He was secretly happy about the coincidence and divergence of fate and destiny, and asked Khorne and Nurgle to be patient. Now is not the right time to execute the plan.

It is precisely because of this that the rebellious primarchs whose souls are controlled by the evil gods know nothing about Guilliman's resurrection.

But the Lord of Destiny will also transmit more chaos outward, making the boundaries between different destinies more blurred.

Carlos, who provided assistance to the Black Legion, told Warmaster Abaddon with crazy words that the Primarch Guilliman would be resurrected in the early stage of M42. In order to avoid Guilliman's influence on the Black Crusade, he must prepare in advance.

Abaddon agreed with this. He selected the elite soldiers of the Black Legion and asked them to lead the legion made of Chaos Iron to prevent Guilliman's resurrection in the future.

"Fool." Carlos pieced together his evaluation of Abaddon with a crazy look. He was steadily advancing the plan of the Lord of Change.

Change is a good thing, and not changing is also a good thing.

The golden mist of the throne completely dissipated, and a magnificent and breathtaking picture appeared in front of everyone.

Guilliman, the Primarch of the Thirteenth Legion, stood up from the throne, his eyes shining with alertness and wisdom, and his whole body was surging with surging life force.

The Ultramarines were stunned, they were at a loss, and their minds were blank.

But the Primarchs sensed something was wrong, and Perturabo took a few steps closer and waved his fist at Guilliman.

The illusion was broken, and Guilliman did not get up from the throne. Although the beating of his heart proved that he was still alive, he was still in a coma that was difficult to wake up.

Fulgrim and Dorn looked unhappy, and they were thinking about what step of the ritual went wrong.

Was it because Iverene's kiss was too bland?

Fulgrim looked at Iverene, thinking about whether to let her and his brother have a deep kiss.

Perturabo was a little anxious, he kicked the stasis device of the throne and broke it, and grabbed Guilliman's shoulder to try to wake him up.

After two slaps, Guilliman was still sleeping like a living dead.

In a hurry, Perturabo yelled at Guilliman.

"Don't sleep! The Second Empire needs you!"

The Second Empire.

The Second Empire?

The Second Empire? !

The Second Empire!!!

Guilliman opened his eyes suddenly.