chsdbacks Chapter 95 I kept my word; you did indeed meet your brother.
Chapter 95 I kept my word; you did indeed meet your brother.
Chapter 96 I kept my word; you did indeed meet your brother.
"Rather than trying to sow discord, I'd rather remind you, my brother."
Peturabo spoke slowly and deliberately.
"Although I have never met that son of Horus named Sun Qian, I can still detect the abnormalities based on Mortarion's description. He manipulates others using superstition and borrows the chaotic power of the warp... How is he any different from his genetic father, Horus?"
"The difference is that he still has humanity, and he knows that this is a dangerous approach that he has to take."
Upon hearing Guilliman's low reply, Perturabo gave a disdainful snort, while Mortarian shook his head slightly.
"We followed Horus because we initially thought he was different from our ruthless father, that he was the most humane of our brothers—but we were wrong; Horus has always claimed that he did not succumb to Chaos, but only had to use this power for the future of mankind, so Horus is clearly wrong too."
Mortarian walked toward Guilliman, but this time the latter did not back down.
"You've always been good at theoretical analysis, so you must be able to sense that he's hiding many things from you. Why would you rather believe him than trust us, his blood brothers?"
Guilliman paused for a moment, then took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.
"I have never believed him, and I have never believed you either."
The Ultramarines finally lowered the raised Hand of Domination, walked toward Mortarion, and placed his other hand on his brother's shoulder armor.
"But in any case, I will give you a chance to persuade me..."
Seeing this, Peturabo's lips curled into a smile. "But this opportunity has already been given."
boom! ! !
The moment the Hand of Domination opened fire, Mortarian immediately tried to dodge, but Guilliman's fingers tightened suddenly on his shoulder, firmly restraining him.
In this situation, Mortarian could only raise his hand to protect his undefended head, but he still guessed Guilliman's target wrong.
The twin heavy explosive rounds struck the weak point where the chest and abdomen of the Mortalian power armor connected. Although its power should theoretically only leave cracks in the Primarch's armor, it was enough.
Because Guilliman's fist swung upwards at almost the same speed as the bomb, hitting the power armor vulnerability he had just created with perfect precision and shattering it, then he opened his fingers, turning his fist into a claw and mercilessly stabbing, or more accurately, stabbing, into Mortalian's body.
"Ughhhhhh!!!!"
Kara Mortarian's agonizing screams rang out almost simultaneously with the sound of his body being torn apart. In less than a second, Guilliman exerted force with both hands and mercilessly ripped him in two from the abdomen.
However, there was no bloody scene of flying pieces of flesh as expected.
There wasn't even a drop of blood.
At the exposed cross-section of "Motalian's" torso, apart from the outermost thin layer of flesh, there were only a complex network of cables, pipes, and parts inside, with only some black engine oil flowing onto the ground.
"How did you find out? I thought we had handled it perfectly."
Peturabo remained standing in place, but judging from his overly calm expression, it was less that he hadn't reacted and more that he had anticipated this outcome from the beginning.
"Perfect? You're more foolish than I thought, Peturabo."
Guilliman threw the wreckage in his hand to the ground, his trembling voice filled with boundless rage.
"Motalian may not be a brother you can easily get along with... but he was at least once my closest relative, and I can remember even his scent perfectly!"
"I see. Was the composition of the poison gas incorrect? I had never really noticed that strange smell on him before."
Peturabo looked at the breathing mask that "Motalian" had taken off and nodded thoughtfully.
"Thank you very much, Robert Guilliman. I will take your advice to heart and improve on the next test subject."
"You won't have that chance."
Guilliman clenched his fist, his eyes seemingly burning with intense heat.
"You deceived me, sending a ridiculous puppet who blasphemed my brother to face me. Did you think I would just let you go like that?"
"Deception? No, I'm a man of my word, Guilliman. I said I'd let you see him 'once.'"
Peturabo's next words sent a chill down Guilliman's spine.
"Even if you're the most easily fooled person, you'd need at least some information about the person themselves to prevent you from noticing, right?"
Guilliman's wide eyes stared at "Motalian" on the ground. Even though he'd already confirmed it was just a mechanical construct, the face was so lifelike. "Perturabo! You brain-dead bastard!!"
The rational shell of the Lord of Ultramar was finally shattered by Perturabo's heinous acts. When he swung his Dominion and drew the Crimson Sword from his waist, the vengeful son, filled with murderous intent, charged towards Perturabo.
Despite the Primarch's fury, Perturabo remained composed, retreating while dodging rather than engaging in combat.
"Are you mentally ill? I don't deny that. All of us Primarchs inherited some of the flaws of our Creators, not only in our bodies but also in our minds. This is our innate 'flaw.' Fortunately, I discovered this in advance and have already corrected these errors."
As they spoke, Perturabo was already forced under Guilliman's surging offensive and was now under the Emperor's relief. Although he had allowed his body to be dominated by rage, Guilliman's combat skills and observation abilities did not diminish in the slightest and even increased further.
Even so, Peturabo didn't seem to have any intention of raising his weapon; he simply watched Guilliman rush toward him calmly, even indifferently.
"Of course, I won't hesitate to lend a helping hand to my Primarch brothers. I will use modifications to eliminate your flaws and restore you to your original state... Mortarion is the first."
This further provoked Guilliman, causing him to leap forward and mercilessly slash down with his Crimson Sword.
"Shut up! You don't deserve to be our brother! Bang!!!"
But at that moment, the jade relief shattered with a crash, and then a fist that was enormous even to the Primarch swung down toward Guilliman.
boom! ! !
Guilliman was sent flying like a cannonball, but he quickly slammed his power boots into the ground to regain his balance.
Just moments ago, at the critical moment, Guilliman used the Hand of Domination to defend himself. But to his surprise, even with his superhuman physique, he could feel his arm going slightly numb.
When he looked up, he saw a gigantic beast-shaped head encased in metal, emerging from the carved relief opening behind Peturabo. A low growl, like the rumble of an engine, echoed from its throat throughout the hall.
wrong!
Guilliman immediately realized that this was not an echo, but a terrifying, low rumble that could be heard from all directions.
They've been here all along, waiting for Peturabo's orders.
"And you will become the second test subject, Robert Guilliman."
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