At the moment when the energy supply cable of the static force field under the throne of the original body was cut, the eyes of the ultramarines in the church went dark, and a desperate sorrow rose from the depths of every ultramarine's heart, as if the starlight of the entire galaxy had been extinguished.

Elliud couldn't imagine what the evil Ascension had done to his genetic father, and his brain refused to acknowledge the fact that Robert Killiman had died in front of him.

This desperate sorrow spread to the whole of Otlama centered on the church where the statue of the emperor stood, and even the Ultramarines instructors who were collecting recruits from far away in Pameño tasted the bitterness at this moment and couldn't help but shed tears.

There is a silent silence in the resplendent church, as if even the imperial epic engraved on the wall is mourning the death of the emperor's son.

However, before he could mourn for the death of the Lord of the Ultramarines, a powerful heartbeat sounded in the lifeless church.

Knock knock - knock knock -

In the dark, it was as if a strong arm was clenched into a fist, knocking on the window that cut off life and death.

Magnus straightened up in satisfaction, standing in front of Killiman's throne and lazily gazing directly at the changes that had happened to his brother.

The crimson Helm of Domination was already on Kiliman's head, and the Crown of War, which had once belonged to the Blood God of Torture, was a little too wide when it was worn on Kiriman, but after a few seconds, the helmet became the perfect size.

The metal engraved with blood runes fit the cheekbones of the father of the Ultramarines, and the two twisted horns on the helmet became restrained.

The pitch-black thorns that the Marbler wrapped around his helmet began to grow and spread, like deadly vipers burrowing down Killiman's neck into the crevices of his armor, into the hideous wound on his throat that had been cut open by the Sword of Slaanesh.

The elite of Ultramarines veterans, led by Eliud, witnessed this scene with sober awareness, and they clearly watched their holy and noble father covered with the unclean aura from Chaos, and the thorns of the empty and dead air climbed on the body of the original body, and the sky blue paint on his armor was also dimmed.

Hot tears slipped from the eyes of every Ultramarine, today was the most shameful day since the founding of the glorious 13th Legion, more shameful and humiliating than the day Macurag was lost.

Because today, in front of the most elite Ultramarines of the Honor Guard, the demonic primordial Magnus slew their father, defiled the body of Killiman with a blasphemous Chaos artifact, and his strange skill transformed the majestic King of Otlama into strange shapes.

The genetic father of the Ultramarine, who is no longer pure.

Eriud cried tears of humiliation, and he swore in his heart that as long as his heart was beating for even a second, he would not give up his hatred of Chaos and all possibilities of revenge.

However, the reality was cruel, and under the absolute weight of the demonic primordial body, it was very difficult for him to even breathe.

However, while the Ultramarines were grief-stricken and weeping bitterly, the heavy and powerful heartbeat became clearer with the passage of time.

"You're finally awake......"

The instinct for danger caused Magnus to subconsciously take a few steps back, and he came directly behind Elliud, separating the Ultramarines Honor Guard, who was standing in place and unable to move, between himself and Kiliman, who wore the crown of the god of blood.

When accepting Russell's commission, Magnus pondered a question: Why Kiliman?

Killman, the quill who writes non-stop, is always working, working, and working endlessly every time I see him...... It's like a machine that never sits idle.

He was the embodiment of reason and the most brilliant statesman and military strategist of the empire.

The man known as the archeon of the primordial body, 'Robert Killeman'...... Why would such a primordial body, known for its rationality and wisdom, have anything to do with the reckless man who admires blood and skulls in the eyes of the star-bombers?

Magnus couldn't understand the Bulletiner's motives, and if he just wanted a powerful Ascending Primordial to fight for him on the front lines of the war, then his own self, the Wizarding King, was clearly a better choice.

In terms of combat power, Magnus thinks that he can be at the top of all the original brothers, and only the late St. Giles and Horus can hold him back.

In terms of resourcefulness, Magnus, who has a vague Tibetan script, is the best of the self-prototyping, and the rigid and methodical Kiliman and his ilk are not even qualified to be compared to the king of wizards.

So why Kiliman? Why did the Bulleter wear this once-aporacist Helm of Domination for Kiriman? In Magnus's opinion, even the original form of the Dark Angel, Ryan, was undoubtedly a better candidate than that Killman, and he really couldn't understand Russell's decision.

However, Magnus has now found an answer to this question.

In the center of the church, the sound of the primordial heartbeat was getting more and more powerful, like the war drums in front of the battle to provoke the fighting spirit of the human as warriors, Magnus could feel that the ultramarines who were protected by him were becoming excited, and even the psionic suppression of the wizard king was becoming powerless.

The next moment, Ellioud broke free from Magnus's grasp and rushed to the primordial throne in the center of the church.

The dozens of other Honor Guards also escaped one after another, kneeling in front of their genetic fathers, palms pressed against the scabbard at their waists.

The armored giant seated on the throne trembled to his feet, his eyes obscured by the shadows of the Helm of Domination, and the tremor of his body was not from the old wounds that Voglam had left him, but from ...... Wrath.

Endless rage.

For a moment Magnus didn't even recognize Kiliman standing in front of him, the surrounding church reliefs seemed to be covered with skulls, blood flowing like a babbling stream at his feet, and the sadistic deity sat on top of a mountain of skulls......

"How could I mistake him for the Blood God?" Magnus was incredulous.

However, the deepest essence of Killiman's soul is so in tune with the power of war that this helm of domination represents, as if the talent for war was born with him, and he was born for war in this life.

Even if it is the abusive Ascending Primordial Body, Angelon will not necessarily be more suitable than Robert Killiman when he wears the Helm of Domination......

Looking at the burly giant in front of him, wearing a crimson crown of scarlet, covered in pitch-black thorns, and wielding a flaming imperial sword, Magnus realized:

"Killiman, my brother, you seem to have been born fit for war."

(End of chapter)