In the temporary command headquarters in orbit of Connaught, there was a deathly silence in the sparsely populated conference room.

The one-eyed psychic man in the red robe slowly stood up from his seat, his originally thin body quickly becoming taller, his long red hair scattered, and no one reacted to the shocking words he had just spoken, not even a single person who spoke.

Magnus let out a long exhale, stretching his muscular body bound by a mortal shell.

The waiter beside him stepped forward, blank in his eyes, and handed Magnus a crimson helmet with two long, curved horns.

"Let's go, take me to your father." Magnus said.

"Please go this way...", Elliud, now the head of the Ultramarines, stood up from his seat and walked to the door with blank eyes, the elite veterans of the Honor Guard following him with stiff and numb steps.

Even the powerful Astarte, the head of the official battle group, was just a slightly larger ant in front of the original body.

But in this small group of ants, there is one who is struggling.

"Oh?" Magnus, holding the Helm of Dominion in one hand, turned his head with interest to see an old Scholar with the Imperial Word of Honour still standing in place with the Punishment Staff in hand and the Emperor's Word on his waist, not walking out of the door of the conference room with the rest of the Guard of Honor.

Think Tank's body trembled slightly, the flesh in the armor spasmed, and his eyes were as red as blood.

"It's rare to see someone who is so strong-willed, and I allow you to give your name." Magnus said.

"Eltambus—" Think Tank gritted his teeth, squeezing the muddy pronunciation out of his mouth.

"I remember your name." Magnus smiled and said, "Now you can die." ”

The Red Devils' words fell, and the life of 'Eltambus Bugallad', the current head of the Ultramarines Warband, came to an end.

There was a dead silence in Command.

Led by Warlord Eriud and his Guard of Honor, Magnus descended unhindered to the surface of Connaught and into the heavily armed fortress city, where he arrived at the temple where the corpse of Robert Killman, the genetic father of the Ultramarines, was kept.

Due to the temporary relocation of the capital, the original temple on Connaught is not as magnificent as the one on Maculag, but it is also extraordinary, and the local Anglican church has specially vacated a solemn church as a venue for the display of the corpse of the Holy Primordial...... This greatly increased the enthusiasm of the residents of Connaught to pray and worship at the church.

The Bishop is considering whether to learn the Maculag model and collect a ticket for the pilgrimage procession that came to the original body.

Of course, Ultramarines would never accept the term 'corpse', because their genetic ancestors were not actually dead.

After the end of the Horus Rebellion 10,000 years ago, it was immediately followed by the 'Great Purge', when Robert Kiliman personally led an army to exterminate the army of the Emperor's Sons who had betrayed the Empire. In that battle, the Ultramarines suffered heavy losses, and Killiman himself was slashed by the sword of the Ascended Primordial Formem.

The slaanese poison on Foggrim's sword erodes the life of the original body, and the original body of the Iron Hand 'Ferus Manus' died tragically under this sword, but fortunately with the emperor's blessing, Killiman did not fall, and the ultramarines who arrived later desperately rescued the seriously injured and dying original body, and put it into the static force field.

Since then, Robert Killiman's life has been frozen at the moment when he was about to die but not yet dead, until today.

Magnus walked through the doors of the church and looked up to see the magnificent statue of the emperor in the center of the chapel.

The Emperor's cloak stretched out like the wings of a two-headed eagle, and his powerful eyes watched Magnus as he stepped through the door, as if he were about to pounce on him.

"Long time no see, father." Magnus whispered, striding closer to the center of the temple.

Elliud and the veterans of the Guard of Honor followed him in silence before the large stagnant device containing the checkmate formidant. The blue-armoured giant sat in the stasis field, his brow furrowed, as if he was still suffering from untold pain, the wound on his throat that had been cut open by Forgrim was decorated, but it was still shocking.

Slaanesh's venom wriggled in Killiman's veins, an injury powerful enough to kill the original.

"Didn't that kill you? Haha, what a tough guy Kiliman. Holding the ominous Helm of Dominion in one hand, Magnus walked in front of the dying primordial body.

Killiman's children watched in silence, their teeth crumbling from clenching too tightly, and blood soaking their mouths.

Their consciousness was awake, and Magnus's psionic energy only took away control of their physical bodies, and did not interfere with their spirits.

The leader of the Ultramarines and a team of veterans were furious, watching the legendary Demon Ascension Primordial Entity approach their genetic ancestors with an evil chaos magic weapon in their hands, and their chests were ignited with anger, but they were suppressed by absolute power, but they couldn't even move a finger.

Magnus ascended the steps and came face to face with Kiliman, looking down at the Helm of Domination in his hand, the black thorns wrapped around the crimson helmet exuding an aura of nothingness.

"Kiriman, do you like this tiara? In the realm of chaos, it used to be very 'representative'. Hee-hee-hee-hee......"

I didn't know what this ominous helmet 'represented', but a strange feeling suddenly appeared, and Elliud's goosebumps couldn't help but spread all over his body, and cold sweat was even more wild.

What kind of 'treasure' is this helmet in the hands of the demon primordial?

Seeing Magnus turn off the energy system of the static force field, the Red Devil stood in front of Killiman, holding the two long horns on the helm of domination with both hands, bending down slightly, and releasing the crimson helmet wrapped in pitch-black thorns towards the top of Killman's head.

Perhaps because the stimulus was so strong, Eliud, who was suppressed by Magnus with psionic energy, suddenly escaped for a short time, and in the seconds immediately before being suppressed again, he yelled at Magnus in a hoarse voice, "What are you going to do to my father?!" You can't do that, you can't, you can't......!!! ”

"Why not?" Magnus had a playful smile on his face.

His hands fell gently, and the heavy Blood God helmet fluttered like a feather and rested on Killiman's head.

"Ahh Magnus's expression was cheerful.

At this time, look at Kiliman, who is paralyzed in the life-support device, with sky-blue armor, crimson helmet, entwined with pitch-black thorns, and the crimson Emperor's Sword rising golden flames beside him.

(End of chapter)