Conjurer?I, the Warhammer Psyker

Chapter 239 The Cursed Blade of Horus

[Macragge's Glory] The gunshots and roars of the two parties collided fiercely, and the blood and killing were still going on.

"Master Thirteen, how could you be caught so easily?"

"Ha ha ha ha."

Kor Phaeron pressed a sharp dagger against Robert Guilliman's chin. He still had that kind smile on his face, but the sight of corpses and blood dripping everywhere nearby made people shudder.

There is an unspeakable hypocrisy.

"Robert Guilliman, Lord of Ultramar, when you ordered the destruction of the Perfect City, didn't you think that today would happen?"

Robert Guilliman's muscles were tense, but with almost zero magic resistance, he could not resist the psychic restraint from the high-level psyker and was unable to move.

"Now that things have happened, is it still useful to say this?"

Being brought to such an end by a person with whom he was connected, Robert Guilliman, the Primarch, was in such a state of poverty that no one else could.

"Getting him to the church is easier said than done, but how difficult is it to do?"

Robert Guilliman was also extremely annoyed. He had never experienced such an involuntary feeling.

The mysterious man who had been commanding him before asked him to get this thing into his father's church, and he might be sure to kill him.

But how difficult it was to do it, Robert Guilliman, who was very well-educated, wanted to curse. He had a seriously injured body to deal with a spiritual and martial artist in front of him. This was not a embarrassment to him.

"Who else can deal with Cole Phalon here besides you?"

Isayama Nomei seemed to hear the complaints in this guy's heart and said this.

Kor Phaeron's power was beyond everyone's expectation. Robert Guilliman had obviously heard about it, and Lorgar made a well-connected person the first company commander of the Word Bearers.

But now it seems that this guy's hidden strength can even defeat the Primarch.

"I'll create an opportunity for you later, but your [Macragge's Glory] will suffer a bit."

Isayama Nomei continued to add a few words to Robert Guilliman.

"Thank you for putting things in order and not letting us make a big mistake."

All the [Word Bearers] on Isayama Nomei's "Pseudo Emperor" have been cleared away, and several huge mechas are standing next to him.

"Master Sage of the Martian Mechanicus."

These big men of steel showed heartfelt respect for the little iron lump in front of them.

These [Dreadnaught Mechas] were stained with the blood of the traitors, and not far away the [Word Bearers] corpses were piled up into a hill, all lined up there.

But there are also several [Dreadnaught Mechas] that have knelt there and completely lost their movement. That is because their original injuries are no longer enough to sustain a high-intensity battle.

If it weren't for Isayama Nomei, they would have been used by the traitors, and every bullet fired would be a blow to the loyalists.

This is a very difficult thing to accept for veterans of the Chapter who are always loyal to the Emperor. If that happens, it would be better to commit suicide.

It is clear that [Dreadnought Mecha] represents supreme glory, but the traitors want them to completely shame this glory.

These veterans of the war group were seriously injured on the battlefield, and their organs were so exhausted that they could no longer support the production of sounds. They could only transmit electronic sounds through machines and sensors, but inexplicably they gave people a special appeal, full of tragedy.

"It doesn't matter."

Isayama Nomei also returned the favor, and he also showed high respect for the [Dreadnought Mecha].

"No. D117, I need your help."

When the Space Marine veterans put on the Dreadnought, they had lost their original names, and instead used a series of numbers to represent the last traces they left in this world.

"The traitors were so powerful that the loyalists suffered heavy losses."

Isayama Nomei said to the [Dreadless Mecha] in front of him

"Even Robert Guilliman, the absolutely loyal leader of the [Ultramarines], has been captured alive by the traitors."

"Now the traitor is preparing to perform the ritual of corruption and turn Lord Guilliman into a follower of the Evil God of Chaos."

Isayama Nomei knew that for someone in Chaos City, it must be the golden origin of living genes than dead ones. Furniture is more valuable.

"What a blasphemy."

"In order to prevent the emperor's majesty from being damaged and to maintain the stability and prosperity of the empire, I need your help."

"We are the Emperor's wrath."

[Dreadless Mecha] The veterans heard that the situation was extremely critical, and immediately agreed, and it was their duty to punish the traitors with death.

"It is our duty to bring all traitors to the Emperor's judgment."

All the remaining [Dreadnought Mecha] were gathered together, like a whole iron wall made of steel, spanning in front of Isayama Nomei.

Isayama Nomei planned to let these [Dreadnought Mechas] use their lives to hold Cole Phaeron back.

This mission is basically fatal, and it is estimated that the fate of these veterans present will not be much better.

Previously, all the [Dreadnought Mechas] aboard the [Macragge's Glory] were killed by Cole Phaeron without any preparation.

But in this case, Isayama Norimei was not prepared to say anything to the [Dreadnought Mechas] about how dangerous the mission was.

It was an insult to them, and every Space Marine was mentally prepared to be shrouded in horse leather before becoming a Space Marine.

Not to mention these veterans of the [Dreadnaught Mech] Chapter who have long put life and death at risk. The only thing they want is to make the traitors pay the price for betraying the Emperor.

Giving death to the traitors is what the [Dreadnaught Mechs] want to see in the last moments of their burning lives. It is worth paying any painful price in order to get the perfect result.

Isayama Ken's meditation allowed the [Dreadnoughts] to teleport to the [Macragge's Glory], which was next to Robert Guilliman.

Go rescue Robert Guilliman!

As for the guy being seriously injured now, it's nothing at all.

Isayama Nomei has taken possession of this body, but he is one of the sages of the Mars Mechanicus. He has nothing good to offer. He gave Robert Guilliman some special engine oil to ensure that it is restored to the original factory settings.

Isayama Norimei will not let Kor Phaeron continue to be arrogant. He is just an ordinary psyker in front of him, with nothing more than a higher psychic level. If such a small setback cannot be solved, how can he participate in the subsequent big operations?

"Die for me."

Isayama Norimei looked at the [Dreadnought Mecha] standing on top of the teleportation equipment. This was a one-way street in hell, and there was no ticket back to the city.

Now he wants to deliver this complete team of [Dreadnaught Mecha] to the [Macragge's Glory] to carry out the gang-hopping behavior of [Dreadnought Mecha].

Forced to rob and treat Robert Guilliman, who was immobilized by Kor Phaeron's psychic spell.

The most important thing is that the [Dreadnaught Mecha] must cover the Lord of Ultramar, even if it means using its life to protect him, and block him from forming a steel defense line in front of him.

This "Pseudo-Emperor" is still Isayama Norimei's hope for a comeback, and now is not the time to abandon this ship.

"What's so good about that dog emperor?"

"Loyalists like you will suffer from the joint attacks of our various legions." "Let me make it clear, sooner or later the loyalists will be replaced by us reformers."

Kor Phaeron was very angry at Robert Guilliman. He tried to persuade him, but unfortunately he didn't appreciate it.

"Pooh!"

Robert Guilliman spurned Kor Phaeron and said in a tone of disgust.

"You rubbish, don't try to drag me to the side of chaos."

"I don't want to be with you."

But this bald man didn't think about it carefully. After all, Robert Guilliman was the noble Thirteenth Master of the empire. He controlled nearly 500 worlds as recruitment points, and the legion's resources should not be too rich.

He refused to take the bright road and became a traitor to the Emperor if he had a brain twitch.

Isayama Kenmei also knew that after the Great Rebellion, the Lord of Ultramar would succeed the Emperor as the Commander-in-Chief of the Empire, and would be His Majesty the Supreme Regent.

Kor Phaeron could not pull Robert Guilliman towards Chaos even with his words.

"Don't want to?"

So the bald man was very angry and sneered.

"Haha, I have many ways to treat you."

"What do you think this dagger is?"

Kor Phaeron is placing this dagger on Robert Guilliman's chin at this moment. The gem on the handle of this dagger vaguely looks like the eye of some beast, with a vertical pupil in the center. A chaotic force full of wildness and killing.

Even if this dagger is pressed against Robert Guilliman's chin, he can feel the bone-chilling chill under his superhuman body.

One can imagine how extraordinary this dagger is.

"Let me tell you one more good thing."

"The person who is below me was the one who rebelled against me because he was bewitched by me."

Kor Phaeron shamelessly took Erebus's efforts upon himself, proving that he was powerful enough to corrupt a powerful Primarch.

"And this dagger is the most important item used to enchant Horus."

Kor Phaeron originally arranged for a cultist to use this dagger, blessed by the Chaos Gods, to assassinate Warmaster Horus.

Of course it won't work.

Warmaster Horus's combat prowess is basically one of the top among all Primarchs.

But Warmaster Horus himself was eventually stabbed in the chest by this dagger, and he has been associated with Chaos ever since.

So far, there is a voice echoing in the mind of Warmaster Horus every day, constantly confusing him.

Long before the Space Marines' surgery was successful, the Emperor had designed the original blueprint for the Thunder Warriors.

The Thunder Warriors were all destroyed by the Emperor without exception, and Warmaster Horus was afraid that their father, after the Great Crusade completed control of the entire galaxy, would order the killing of all Space Marines just like he did with the Thunder Warriors.

Horus was reminded of these words day after day. The mental torture caused drove him crazy, and then the curse was further deepened by Kor Phaeron's old acquaintance Erebus.

At this point, Warmaster Horus was completely bewitched by these two bald heads and joined the camp of the Four Gods of Chaos. With the Warmaster as an example, the ambitions of these two people immediately expanded.

Using Warmaster Horus as the entry point, all those Primarchs who were dissatisfied with the Emperor himself joined their chaotic camp.

Then it turned into a great rebellion sweeping the entire empire like today, and the curtain began.

Therefore, it is not too much to say that these two bastards, Cole Phaeron and Erebus, were cut into pieces by a thousand cuts. The empire was already prospering. Got messed up by these two jerks.

The Empire ship was directly stranded, and the cabin was leaking from all sides and was about to sink.

Kor Phaeron held the dagger in his backhand, preparing to insert it into Robert Guilliman's heart that had not been destroyed by him before.

The curse will directly enter the soul along with the damage to the body. No one can resist the evil god of Chaos whispering in the ear.

But just as Kor Phaeron did this, suddenly the entire [Macragge's Glory] was severely hit by a behemoth of the same level.

The magnitude of the impact caused all the space warriors present to flip over, and the battleship began to hit the ground uncontrollably.

Cole Phalen originally wanted to make a trick with a sword or something, but he was half done, but the sudden impact almost made him almost escape.

It's a "fake emperor"!

Isayama Norimei controlled the battleship and rammed it hard into the [Macragge's Glory]. Since it was not his battleship, the collision didn't hurt at all.

It hit hard one after another at full power.

The collision between the void shield and the void shield immediately produced cracks visible to the naked eye, and the equipment that generated the void shield seemed to be under considerable pressure and was flashing with lightning.

If both battleships completely destroy the void shield at this moment, then both battleships will be exposed to the explosion of the cyclone torpedo. In this high temperature, the surface of the wall will be pitted [Macragge's Glory] The number of survivors inside may be unexpectedly low.

This is what Isayama Norimei said to this person before. The words spoken by the leader of the [Ultimate Warriors] made him mentally prepared.

Isayama Nomei was really afraid that he would not be able to afford the compensation. After all, a battleship like this could be said to be an antique.

Many of the weapons created during the empire's most prosperous and heyday only had one copy, which was the so-called unique copy.

Destroy one ship and search for it, and all the antiques from the Great Crusade era will be gone.

"I want to see who took my battleship."

Cole Phaeron suddenly remembered that there was a traitor who plundered the entire battleship. Didn't this slap his face to the ground?

Isayama Nomei did not hesitate at this moment and immediately pressed the [Dreadless Mecha] teleportation button.

And those [Dreadless Mechas] that had been prepared appeared after a flash of white light. It disappeared directly in place.

When Cole Phaeron was face to face, a huge mechanical arm appeared from the void and hit him directly in the face. The huge force that vented anger directly knocked his entire body away.

It was a power glove designed by the Mechanicus of Mars and equipped with psychic power!

Then more and more [Dreadnought Mechas] appeared in this area again, and their red-gold paint looked extremely powerful.

"Strong faith builds our shield!"

They were holding special sharp blades, with skulls flashing on their chests, exuding cold light wantonly. Xia was a killing force summoned from hell, and descended on this area with an overwhelming attitude.

"We will stick to our mission until death!"

[Dreadnaught Mech] raised the sharp blade in his hand towards Robert Guilliman and slashed hard several times. All the chains that bound him disappeared, supporting the Emperor's son.

"Crush the enemies who betray the Emperor!"

(End of this chapter)