Chapter 527 You are so despicable!
As a giant with unlimited potential, without the essence of the warp, the Primarch would be nothing more than a genetically enhanced person with a strong body.

But there is no if. Since the outbreak of the War in Heaven, the Warp has been completely turned into a huge cesspool, and the originally stable Sea of ​​Souls has also spawned all kinds of powerful Chaos monsters.

Over the past tens of millions of years, with the rise of the Four Gods, various laws were split and swallowed up one by one, so that the previous grand scene of everyone being as powerful as a dragon no longer appeared. Only some firewood was lost in the corners where no one could find it.

The more powerful ones were collected by four vendors and became real treasures. They were eventually traded away by a big guy shining with golden light.

However, perhaps because they were too confident, or perhaps because they saw that the Emperor was essentially the same kind of person as them, the four vendors never imagined that the Emperor was a deadbeat, who had been fine before and then turned his face away and ignored them.

We don't know the specific content of the transaction, but from various phenomena in the future, we can infer that the Emperor did not keep his promise. He did not want to give any of the 21 Primarchs. In the end, Huabei financing failed and he was beaten half paralyzed by four vendors.

Each of the Primarchs, created from subspace fragments and humanity's highest biotechnology, is a galactic treasure. Their endurance and fighting spirit are astonishing and can bring endless possibilities.

For example, the gene seed that maintains the legion is not a scientific product no matter how you look at it. Not to mention that it is 80% similar to the relationship between evil gods and big demons, at least it was taught by the same master, and anyone with common sense can see that.

Because of the dimensional barriers, even if a great rift occurs, the power of the Warp cannot completely penetrate the physical world. This is why the Primarchs are so precious, because these creatures, which are supposed to be the creations of lesser gods, can move freely in the physical world.

The huge planetary orbital array began to decay. Nocturne, which used to erupt lava all year round due to geological activities, has now been contaminated by sodium scale and turned into an oily green corrupt planet.

And with it as the core, it spread the plague of corruption to the entire galaxy. After a full ten thousand years of transformation, the entire galaxy where Nocturne is located has been completely incorporated into the subspace, directly connected to the back garden of the fat man Nurgle.

Taking all the new and old grudges into account, the lateness ten thousand years ago made Guilliman feel guilty for the rest of his life. The nine-hour rescue that would never arrive was also the main reason why Lady Euton ignored Guilliman for ten thousand years.

Looking at Guilliman, who clenched his fists and hid his whole face in shadow, Angron, who was rich in heart and able to sense other people's emotions, gradually understood everything and kicked Curze in the butt.

After being kicked, Curze wanted to curse, but Hogg and Mortarion held him from behind and pushed him towards Guilliman.

In the previous casual chat, Curze already knew why Guilliman hated Vulcan so much, so he could only bite the bullet and comfort him:
"Good brother, even though Coze has been beaten to a pulp, I am here, right? How about I go back and acknowledge Madam Euton as my godmother, so that we can become even closer relatives. Just treat me as Coze, after all, we are exactly the same."

"Yes, yes. Although Koze is a bit useless, he is very tough. You can beat him up if you are unhappy. We promise not to help you."

Looking at these four half-brothers in front of him, although their level of comforting people was too poor, Guilliman was very moved. At least they were really thinking about him.

But just as the five big guys were expressing their feelings to each other, Rogdorn at the side spoke up:
"I remember that the Midnight Lord still has a bottle of Curze's Meat Paste. Why don't we ask Hogg to recreate him? The Witch Bacon must still have his soul. What the hell are you doing here?"

The good atmosphere was completely ruined by Dorn's words, and no one could say anything because what Dorn said was completely true, which made them seem fussy.

What was even more infuriating was that Dorn's expression of looking at a fool when he spoke deeply hurt the hearts of the five big guys present, as if they were mentally retarded.

In order to retaliate against Dorn's foul mouth, everyone simply ignored this lemon boy and decided not to take him with them when they boarded the fleet in the future, leaving this bastard alone to look after the fleet.

However, Dorn was worthy of being Dorn. He was appointed as the commander-in-chief of the fleet on the spot, but he was complacent and felt that the Second Empire could not function without him. He had to rush to the bridge immediately to show his ultimate micro-management.

Seeing the big lemon guy running out with an excited look on his face, everyone was speechless. They thought that it would be fine, someone had to stay behind to look after the house. Dorn's command ability was obvious to all. Without him, Guilliman, who was in dementia at the time, would not have been able to command 200 million rebel troops.

As the distance got closer, the Salamanders on Nocturne also found something wrong. Why were there so many fleets following the Ultramarines? Could it be that Guilliman had brought all the Ultramarines to seek revenge? The Chaos forces were not a monolithic entity. Seeing that the Warp Gate was still swallowing ships, Tushan immediately ordered an attack, and directly determined that Guilliman was a traitor.

Relying on the favorable terrain, the Salamanders began to operate the fortifications that had been built for thousands of years, launching a fierce attack on the fleets that came from afar, and sending ships to engage in space naval battles to tie down the enemy's main force.

Light spears shot out and thousands of cannons fired at the same time. Countless shells were fired every second, and then exploded in the dark void, tearing apart all life around them.

But soon Tu Shan saw a scene that made his scalp tingle. He saw several subspace portals opened in the void, and a large number of ships spewed out, led by four Queen of Glory-class battleships.

"Fuck."

Based on the scan of the auspicious instrument, the Thinker instantly counted the number of enemy forces, a total of 8713 ships, not including the five Queen of Glory-class battleships.

It only takes a moment for an adult to collapse. At this moment, even Tu Shan, a veteran of the Long War, was amused by the invincible fleet that was comparable to a great rebellion:

"Okay, okay, that's how you guys play, right? You're still letting me beat you up!"

Soon, a communication link was sent to the Salamander Legion Commander:

"Hello, hello, can you hear me? This is the Second Imperial Fleet Command. I am the Imperial Warmaster Rogal Dorn. You have ten minutes to surrender and hand over Vulkan, otherwise..."

"Oh!"

Before Dorn could finish, a muffled sound came from the holographic image, and Rog Dorn, who had a serious face just now, was kicked out. A white-haired dwarf with a ridiculous sky-high braid came out and cursed at the camera:
"Vulcan, you are a bully, and you dare to hit my little brother Curze. If you have the guts, come out and fight me in single combat, or I will kill all of you little bastards."

Perhaps it was because Hogg and Curze were too similar, Tushan did not dare to delay and directly ordered his men to activate the magic circle and summon his own Primarch.

Accompanied by a nauseating stench, Vulcan, the immortal dragon who was originally exploring the mysteries of life in the Garden of Nurgle, finally came to the physical universe, and he saw Hogg in the new image at a glance:

"No, you are not Koz. My hypocritical brother is dead, and I killed him with my own hands. Who are you?"

"Forget it, I don't want to know your name. Since you want to duel with me, I will fulfill your humble request!"

Seeing that the Primarch agreed so readily, Tushan was very worried and wanted to remind his father to be careful of fraud. Although Vulkan's temper had improved a lot after he became a demon compared to ten thousand years ago, his power was still there, and with just a look, Tushan shut up.

"It doesn't matter. I haven't moved for ten thousand years. Let me meet this boy who looks like my brother."

After saying this, Vulkan picked up the warhammer in his hand and left alone, without noticing the four heads that popped up in the holographic image.

Seven minutes later, looking at the rain of nuclear bombs falling from the sky, especially the eight huge whirlwind torpedoes, Vulcan's expression finally changed a little, and he cursed:
"You are so despicable!"

　There is another one

　　
　
(End of this chapter)