The restoration of the Han Dynasty began with the Horus Rebellion.

Chapter 97 The Predicted Death Sensation

Chapter 98 The Predicted Death Sensation

Guilliman had never encountered an enemy like this before.

Although he had already dealt with the demons summoned by the Word Bearers during the Battle of Cows, to Guilliman the so-called demons were just bigger, savager, and more ferocious beasts. As long as he could make them bleed and feel pain, Guilliman was confident he could tear his enemies apart.

But what lies before him now, though similar, is also somewhat different.

Guilliman could indeed clearly sense the chaotic aura, similar to that of demons, emanating from these steel behemoths of various shapes.

And the intense emotions that demons often radiate to their surroundings.

Violence, anger, bloodlust, fear, murderous intent...

However, Guilliman was keenly aware that these emotions were not directed at himself.

"These things are called Demon Engines, creations that imprison warp demons in mechanical bodies."

As if sensing Guilliman's question, Peturabo offered a casual explanation.

It's like a tour guide showing local specialties to tourists.

"Demons are chaotic and fickle, but as long as they are imprisoned in some way, they can be used to my advantage within a controllable range... I am not like Luo Jia, who worships chaos, nor like Horus, who has fallen into chaos. What I want is the complete conquest of chaos, to make it the power for mankind to conquer the universe."

"But if I'm not mistaken, the technology you possess originated from the devil, didn't it!"

Guilliman's body displayed a speed and agility that belied his massive size. Even amidst the onslaught of countless demon engines, he was able to dodge cannon fire, claws, and hammer blows, while constantly recording and analyzing the enemy's movement patterns with his eyes.

"You're nothing but another arrogant fool trying to control power you can't control!"

"You should have said that to our father, Guilliman."

Seeing Guilliman's unwavering stance, Peturabo shook his head in disappointment.

"I originally thought that someone as rational as you might understand me, but since you're so stubborn until the very end..."

The data transmission cable on Perturabo's head buzzed as it fed the massive amounts of instructions generated by his extraordinary brain into the modified Ironclad Terminator power armor and then dissipated them.

"Then I'll correct you slowly after you die."

Guilliman frowned, and just as he was about to say something, he found himself suddenly enveloped in darkness.

From the battle just now, Guilliman could analyze that although these demon engines had different appearances, they could basically be classified into two main types.

One type is a melee demon engine with thick limbs and arms equipped with giant hammers or alien power claws; the other type is a long-range demon engine that walks on all fours like a beast, but can spew powerful projectiles from its open metal maw.

Although there were many of them and each one was no less powerful than the Dreadnoughts, Guilliman was still able to use the Primarch's reaction ability and excellent tactical insight to dodge the attacks of the melee-type Daemon Engines while guiding the ranged Daemon Engines to "accidentally injure friendly forces".

But as Perturabo gave new orders, the melee-type demon engines began to frantically rush towards Guilliman. Although they collided and interfered with each other, they forcibly surrounded the latter with their bodies.

Before his vision was completely obscured, Guilliman saw countless mechanical engines in the distance with their mouths open, pointing in his direction. Moreover, the gaps in the metal structure of his body shone with an extremely dazzling orange-yellow light, as if a forge was overloaded inside them.

Oops.

Guilliman once again felt that these demonic engines were different from the enemies he had encountered before.

These pure war machines are enslaved and controlled by others, so naturally they don't care about any sacrifices.

The next second.

Boom!!!

Countless forged magic projectiles from all directions engulfed Guilliman and the heavy hammer demon that had trapped him in a devastating explosion.

"Lord Guilliman!!!"

Seeing the explosion from afar through the glass dome of the Skyradiance, Hill's eyes widened in fury with anxiety.

"Calm down and believe that your Primarch is also known for his incredible endurance."

Although he comforted Hill with these words, Sun Qian was still somewhat uneasy.

However, it wasn't because he was worried about Guilliman. As he had just said, the Primarchs were extremely resilient, and his demonic right eye could still capture the soul light of the two Primarchs.

The problem is that he can clearly feel that due to the activity of these demonic engines, the erosion of chaos around the Radiant is gradually intensifying, meaning that the barrier between warp and reality is beginning to weaken.

This situation can greatly affect the positioning and adjustment of the transmission beacon.

Actually, that's not so bad. After all, since Sun Qian dared to propose such a bold plan, he must have a trump card up his sleeve. So what really makes him uneasy is that he doesn't know.

But Sun Qian didn't think he was being paranoid. Just as he had told Liu Bei not long ago, any mental discomfort he felt at this moment could be a kind of prompting from psychic prophecy.

This is a trap.

They would be in mortal danger.

Sun Qian could only vaguely sense these things, but he had no idea of ​​the specific dangers involved.

To be honest, he was beginning to understand why Conrad Coates had been driven mad by his prophetic abilities.

Perhaps after this incident, once I get to Macragge, I can find an Ultramarines think tank to train my awakened psionic talents a bit.

But the prerequisite is that he must bring Guilliman back.

[Power has been restored to normal]

Upon hearing the Thinker array notification from the Thunderhawk gunship, Sun Qian decided to put these concerns aside for the time being.

Although they had just successfully approached the top of the reception hall, they were immediately intercepted by the Hellfire Dragons. This was because the Thunderhawk gunship...

Due to the side effects of reduced power, they could only rely on Hill's driving skills and the horde of Hellfire Dragons to maneuver around them.

But now, finally, the opportunity has arrived.

Since things have come to this point, we can only knowingly venture into the tiger's den.

Besides, Sun Qian had faced death many times before, so he had long since disregarded any sense of danger.

"Hill!"

"Practical application may: It is about to be impacted!"

Hill unhesitatingly increased the engine output to the maximum. While feeling a strong push in his back, Sun Qian also gripped the teleportation beacon tightly with both hands.

At the same time, Sun Qian also opened the system panel with his consciousness. At this point, he could only rely on the power of that card.

Ugh?

The icy touch of the blade piercing his chest instantly left Sun Qian's mind blank.

He looked down at the power armor embedded in his chest, then followed the hand holding the sword to the assailant.

Of course, there's no need for any guessing.

Because there are only two people here.

"Hill?"

But almost immediately, Sun Qian realized the truth.

"No, you are—"

"Alphares?!"

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