Chapter 717: Golden Juice Down the Throat, Splatoon Hakimi
Some people are alive, but he is dead, some people are dead, but he is still alive, and Guilliman is almost dying of joy.

In the vast wilderness of Kalos, Guilliman, who was completely wrapped in cat grass, was so happy that there was no longer any sadness in his eyes. The imperial affairs and the dark expedition had nothing to do with him anymore.

"Father, father, please wake up. You can't eat those things. There is bird droppings on the grass."

As peerless warriors who have emerged from the world of swords, guns, sticks and clubs, the two extreme warriors, Titus and Kaido, have one word denoting their entire bodies - Dio.

If you let them clean up the hive, they would be able to give it a try even if they encounter a Chaos Daemon, and maybe even clear the entire planet alone. But now they are really helpless. After all, the one eating grass in front of them is Guilliman, their father!

Looking at the Primarch in front of him who was like a mad wild cat, Kaido, who was even more irritable, grabbed the cat-man vendor next to him and scolded him:

"What spell have you cast upon Lord Guilliman, traitor? Undo it now, or I will see to your death."

In an instant, Kaido's chainsaw sword was pulled out, and the roaring single-molecule saw teeth rotated up and down. Just a slight touch was enough to make the merchant's head fall to the ground.

But the chainsaw sword was held down by a pair of steel hands. It was Kaido’s good brother and old superior Titus:

"Stop! Kaido, you are too angry. Calm down and don't let anger fill your heart."

"what?"

Hearing Titus say that he was irritable, Kaido was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself, Brother, are you kidding me? Everyone in the entire legion knows that you and Sicarius are the craziest.

The second captain is a well-known filial son. You were happier than anyone else when you were killing demons, and you asked me to calm down. Why didn’t you say anything when you tore the subspace artifact apart with your bare hands?

But in the legion, the commander's orders are everything. Kaido retracted the chainsaw sword, but still did not loosen his hand on the merchant's neck.

Looking at the cat-man merchant in front of him who covered himself tightly with protective clothing, Titus knew that it was not his fault. If anyone was to blame, it was their father who insisted on taking off his helmet, and now he couldn't pull it back at all.

"Soldier! Since you once served in the Second Legion, you know our feelings towards the Primarch. Although we are not as barbaric as the First Legion, we will not disappear from the world because of this incident.

But you must know that we Ultramarines are the most amiable. If there is any sound that insults the Primarch's reputation, I will make you regret coming into this world.

There are only four of us here now. I hope you understand what I mean. Since Carlos is your home planet, you should quickly find a way to restore our father’s consciousness, otherwise…”

Inoman swallowed his saliva. For the sake of his own life, he didn't hide anything. According to the big guy, if he couldn't do anything, he might become fertilizer soon.

"Yes, yes, yes. I have a way, but let me make it clear in advance. Although this method is effective, it may cause some discomfort. If someone blames you, you have to protect me."

"But you can say it. I guarantee it with my own honor. As long as it works, I will bear all the consequences alone, and you will not be implicated."

After getting the guarantee, Inoman's temperament suddenly changed. In front of Kaido's incredulous eyes, he forcibly pried open his iron palm that was amplified by the power armor.

"Angel, don't panic. I'm a candy vendor walking around the streets, so it's reasonable for me to be a little stronger. After all, there are all kinds of people in the city. If someone is so blind as to buy for free, I can make some extra money, right?

Although it may sound a bit boastful, if I were young, perhaps I could really compete with you. It's a pity that I am too old and no longer have that strong and pure body.

However, I remember that I once fought against an Imperial Fist with a long sword. I think his name was Sigismund. I don’t know if he died or not.”

Now it was Titus' turn to be a little curious. He always felt that the vendor was bragging. Sigismund was recognized as a master of swordsmanship by all the legions. How could you, a street thug, have fought against the Western Swordsman, not to mention that you are still alive.

However, Kaido didn't indulge him. Sigismund was his idol, so he immediately retorted: "Then why didn't you die?"

"Because I can shoot. God knows why he rushed straight towards me, and I shot him in the heart, so I didn't die. I'm a sniper, and I can't fight him one-on-one on the battlefield, right?"

Kaido was a little confused, but felt it was very reasonable. Instead, he looked at the chainsword in his hand, wondering whether he should equip it with a plasma pistol to combine the gun and sword.

Seeing that the topic was successfully diverted, Titus slapped Kaido on the shoulder armor, signaling the cat people to act quickly. If they waited any longer, their old father would eat grass until he was full.

Inoman's method was very simple, which was to isolate Guilliman from the catman grass, preferably using another irritating smell to isolate him, let him regain consciousness first, and then put on the helmet.

The cat man took out a red fruit, then took out a small piece of psionic crystal from his pocket and motioned for the two to follow him:

"According to tradition, phenomena like Lord Guilliman's are generally called madness by us cat people. Only very few people are so obsessed with the smell of cat grass.

If you want to remove it, you must pour golden juice down your throat. Don't ask what golden juice is, I'm afraid you two will kill me. But looking at Lord Guilliman's current state, pouring golden juice down his throat may be useless.

But it's different now. The times are progressing, and the methods of solving the symptoms of insanity are also being innovated. You will stuff this Magnus Fruit into Lord Guilliman's mouth, and then stuff this psionic crystal in together.

It may cause violent resistance, but you must find a way, and I will put the helmet on after you stuff the fruit in. "

Now that we have a solution, let's do it. Guilliman's giant helmet is not light, but Inoman is strong enough and can lift it.

Moving forward along the gnawed grass, the three soon spotted Guilliman munching on the grass on the ground. In just half an hour, he had made the sky three feet higher, more efficient than a lawn mower.

Without any hesitation, the three of them looked at each other, and Titus jumped up and landed directly on Guilliman, reaching his hand towards the madly swinging mouth.

"Crack!"

The sound of ceramic steel deforming was heard, and Guilliman's teeth were embedded in the arm armor. Looking at the damage alarm issued by the armor system, Titus felt that he could not hold on for much longer, and hurriedly pried open the Primarch's jaw to let Kaido stuff the thing in.

The Extreme Boy, who was eager to save his father, acted quickly and threw the Magnus Fruit that was inserted into the psionic crystal directly into it. Perhaps he still felt it was not enough, so he reached out and poked the fruit inside again.

When this step was completed, a large piece of Titus's arm armor had been bitten off. As he swallowed, the psionic crystal stained with stomach acid began to evaporate, directly restoring the big red Magnus fruit to its original state, turning it into a dormant Nurgling.

Don't underestimate this most rubbish thing in the garden. Ever since the Nurgling appeared, a supernatural stench instantly spread, suddenly waking up Guilliman who was concentrating on eating grass, and his face turned from rosy to purple.

"Ugh~"

It was as if it happened again yesterday. An indescribable and intense urge prompted Guilliman to bury his head and vomit wildly, but the powerful stomach acid of the Primarch had already digested the Nurglings. No matter how Guilliman vomited, he only vomited out some smelly bile stained with chlorophyll.

The vomiting lasted for a full three minutes. Large areas of grass were corroded by stomach acid. Perhaps remembering what he had swallowed, Guilliman vomited with snot and tears, but he still couldn't stop.

Looking at his father transforming into a jet warrior, Titus suddenly had a bad feeling. Maybe he had said too much before. What if the Primarch reacted and beat him to death?

Just as Titus was looking around, he suddenly felt the earth shaking, and a convoy suddenly appeared in the distance, fleeing towards them.

The chainsaw swords began to roar, Titus and Kaido stood in front of everyone, and Guilliman stopped vomiting and took the iron helmet held by Inoman.

Through the tactical eyepiece, the detailed scene of the convoy in the distance was magnified onto the helmet panel. The Chaos Eight-pointed Star mark was extremely dazzling. Without looking closely, one could tell that this was a group of Chaos Cultists.

But what was strange was that this group of Chaos Cultists did not rush towards them at all, but were running away into the distance.

"Prepare for battle! Kill these heretics first, and I'll settle accounts with you when I get back."

As the servo motor turned, the bat armor on Guilliman began to deform, the weapons hidden inside the armor poured out, and 16 micro missile launch nests rose up behind it.

With the advantage of equipment, the mere three kilometers distance is well within the attack range. Guilliman is confident that he can wipe out all this garbage with a wave of firepower.

Without wasting any ammunition, a miniature tactical nuclear missile was launched. After three speed changes, it hit the moving convoy in the distance using Brownian motion.

At the moment before the nuclear bomb exploded, the two Ultramarines ran directly behind their own Primarch and also pulled over the old cat-man who was watching the show nearby.

"boom!"

A huge mushroom cloud rose. This miniature nuclear bomb made by Hogg himself perfectly fulfilled its value of loyalty. The extreme high temperature generated by the explosion directly melted the convoy in an instant.

The unlucky ones who were a little further away from the center of the nuclear explosion were not much better off. Although there was no radiation, they were instantly destroyed by the repeated ravages of the high-temperature shock waves and became a pile of black charcoal that no one could tell.

But even after suffering such a devastating blow, the surviving cultists still fled into the distance regardless of anything, without even glancing in this direction.

As the smoke and dust cleared, Guilliman suddenly squatted down and held down the two heirs who wanted to go forward to check:
"Shh! Activate the armor's stealth mode."

The two obeyed the Primarch's order without hesitation. After the stealth mode was activated, the light was deflected by the force field generated by the psionic crystal. The three big guys disappeared instantly, but judging from the collapsed grass around them, the four did not leave.

Two minutes later, four heads of different sizes poked out from the grass through the stand and looked at the moving mountain rising from the horizon in the distance.

"Holy Emperor's Ditch! What the hell is that? It's almost as big as a hive city, father. Do you know that?"

No one answered Kaido's questions, and Guilliman didn't know what that strange thing made of scrap metal and cables was.

It’s not that the human empire is without mobile hives, but these are so sloppily drawn, twisted creations that look like children’s scribbles, that Guilliman doesn’t think they are suitable for human habitation.

And it's not just humans. Since Carlos is the home planet of the cat people, but up to now, Guilliman has not found any cat people at all, as if the entire planet is covered with cat-man grass.

"I have already said that those cultists are nothing to be feared, Lord Guilliman. You should believe me now!"

The old cat-man's voice sounded, and seeing that everyone was looking at him, Inoman pointed at the moving mountain in the distance, and then pointed at Guilliman.

"That is the commander of the Second Legion and the mother of our Primarch, a poor person who was betrayed by the Emperor and stabbed in the back by his own sons."

Under normal circumstances, such heresy would be shot without any need for any thought.

But the scene before him could not be faked. Combined with the little secret that Innoman had told him before, and considering his credibility with the Emperor, Guilliman believed the words of the old cat man more:

"You mean, that mountain is a person? That's impossible. I've only seen this on Hogg, and that..."

Guilliman was silent, and he did not continue speaking, because an extremely faint scarlet electric light appeared in the old cat-man's hand. The power that could blunt and distort psychic energy was clearly Hogg's signature sand sculpture psychic energy.

As a high-ranking official in the Empire, Guilliman knew that although Hogg had captive aliens, psionic energy was only used by Blackwatch, and at most, he could count on the Black Light Cultists. But Inoman was obviously not a Black Light Cultist, as he did not have the iconic black robe.

At this moment, Guilliman thought of many possibilities, and even suspected that the old cat-man was Alpha in disguise, but Alpha's psionic energy was blue, and before he came to Kalos, she was still infiltrating and fighting in the dark.

"Who are you? You are definitely not an ordinary old man selling candy."

With two swords unsheathed, Titus and Kaido were ready to decapitate instantly. As long as the Primarch gave the order, they could chop off the cat-man's head in an instant.

"Who am I? I am the only survivor of the Second Legion, Inoman Menethil, the captain of the Fourth Company of the Second Legion, a so-called traitor who should have died.

But my current identity is a resident of Holy Terra, an officially certified sub-human cat-man. Please stop showing your knives and talk properly? Ten thousand years have passed, and you are still like this."

The old cat's words were meaningful. Now was not the time for internal fighting. Guilliman ordered the two to stop and motioned for Inoman to continue:
"Tell me everything you know. I don't want to ask a second time."

(End of this chapter)