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"For Ultramar!"

With this roar, the Honor Guard, unwilling to be overshadowed by the Greenskins, charged into the green tide like a blue whirlwind, joining the Greenskins in a fierce attack on the Nurgle Descendants.

Guilliman stood to the side, his face growing increasingly grim.

He watched as the Greenskins and the Honor Guard surged toward the Nurgle's Advent, and a sense of anxiety welled up within him.

He realized that if things continued like this, he might not be able to keep his identity as a human being.

Faced with this overwhelming onslaught, the Nurgle being descended uttered an angry question: "What do you value life for!"

However, the only response He received was the deafening "waaaaaagh" of the Greenskins and the unwavering, steadfast advance of the Honor Guard.

Upon seeing this, the vengeful spirit slowly stood up.

Its enormous body resembled a towering mountain peak, casting a shadow that completely enveloped the people below, sending chills down their spines.

Immediately afterwards, the descent of Nurgle picked up the ladle that He had used to boil the soup.

This soup spoon has absorbed countless divine plagues; to the mortal world, it is practically a divine artifact capable of bringing endless disasters.

Faced with the terrifying power of the Nurgle's arrival, some greenskins suddenly felt a surge of heroic ambition and vowed to overthrow the mountain of flesh before them.

"Father, what should I do?" Guilliman's voice revealed a hint of helplessness and confusion, his gaze shifting as if searching for some guidance or answer.

He knew all too well how powerful and terrifying the enemy he faced—the Nurgle Advent—was, and that he himself was far from reaching the level of power that Kirsza had.

Bare-chested, standing to the side, keenly observed Guilliman's emotional shift.

Looking at Guilliman's bewildered expression, he secretly thought, "Dad must have a grand plan!"

So, Bare-Thai, like a puppy that has spotted a bone, trotted over to Guilliman.

Just then, a golden psychic energy suddenly appeared in the air. It quickly condensed into a giant hand, carrying majesty and power, and swung it down fiercely towards Guilliman.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound rang out, and Bare-Bottomed Te's eyes widened, his face filled with shock and awe.

He couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow, no wonder that big blue-skinned guy is so good at thinking things through; it turns out Emperor slapped his brain!"

The scene before him reminded Bare-Bottom Special of the occasional kid in the clan who seemed to have had his brain kicked by Mao Ge, suddenly coming up with some ideas and creating some things that looked really...waaaaaagh.

The slap seemed to jolt Guilliman awake, his mind instantly filled with chaos and buzzing.

However, he was completely oblivious to the adoring gaze of the bare-chested man beside him; his thoughts were already in complete disarray due to this sudden blow.

With a sharp "smack," the handprint appeared perfectly symmetrical to the previous handprint on Guilliman's cheek, as if it had been precisely calculated.

The slap was so powerful that Guilliman's body involuntarily leaned backward, as if he were about to be knocked away by the force.

However, Guilliman was not defeated. The Emperor's Sword he was holding suddenly burst into flames, which were like a raging beast, baring its fangs and claws, trying to break free of its restraints and rush into the sky.

At the same time, Guilliman's body was also enveloped in a layer of golden flames, which acted like a second skin, tightly enveloping him.

Bathed in the glow of the flames, Guilliman appeared as if a god had descended to earth, majestic and inviolable.

Just then, Bare-Tall suddenly shouted, "I know! I know!"

His voice stood out starkly in the chaos, “The Emperor will slap the kid he likes, that’s just too much!”

However, Guilliman was completely absorbed in his own world at this moment, his cold eyes like two icy glints, meeting the bewildered Nurgle descendant directly.

"The cursed one!" Nurgle's voice was filled with rage. "What have you done to this child!"

Guilliman did not answer him, and his cold gaze only fueled Nurgle's rage.

Upon seeing Guilliman's current state, the Nurgle Descendant angrily swung its ladle, sending all the greens blocking its path flying.

Each swing of its wings carries immense power, and the green-skinned creatures, under the impact of this power, are like leaves blown away by a hurricane, utterly powerless to resist.

As the Nurgle Descendant moved, the earth wailed in agony.

The sheer size of its body caused such a shock that even specially trained warriors like Space Marines would find it difficult to maintain their footing.

The Nurgle Descendant strode forward without hesitation, each step like a heavy hammer striking the earth, causing it to tremble.

When it stepped on it, a large section of the ground instantly caved in.

When it lifted its foot again, the area had become a basin, and the once relatively flat ground was now uneven.

Guilliman leaped up like a startled cheetah, his Imperial Sword instantly engulfed in flames, as if burning with endless rage.

The flames radiated a holy light and carried the power to destroy everything, slashing straight at the Nurgle Descendant.

The Nurgle Descendant is exceptionally large, its mountain-like body inspiring awe.

The enormous ladle in its hand was like a giant's weapon, smashing down on "Guilliman" with a devastating force.

The contrast between the two is as stark as that between an elephant and an ant.

The spoon of Nurgle's Descendant was an insurmountable mountain in front of Guilliman, and the Imperial Sword in Guilliman's hand seemed so small in front of this giant spoon, as if there was no chance of victory.

However, in this seemingly one-sided duel, a miracle occurred.

The moment the enormous ladle collided with the Emperor's Sword, which was as small as a dot, an astonishing force erupted.

This power did not come from the strength of the Nurgle Advent, but rather from the Emperor's Sword in Guilliman's hand.

Under the impact of this force, the Nurgle Descendant was actually forced back several steps.

Its massive body, like a tree blown down by a hurricane, lost its balance and landed hard on the ground.

The numerous green-skinned orcs who were originally cheering for the Nurgle's arrival on the ground were instantly turned into puddles of green scum by the force.

Countless green-skinned orcs were stunned by this sight.

They couldn't believe that the seemingly insignificant "Guilliman" could repel the Nurgle's arrival with such astonishing power.

However, the facts are undeniable, leaving them no choice but to believe them.

Guilliman did not press his advantage; he simply stood there quietly, watching the Nurgle Descendant struggle to its feet.

His face showed no trace of smugness, only calmness and composure, as if all of this was within his expectations.

Seeing this, how could the green-skinned men remain calm? They felt as if the waaaaaagh force field within their bodies was about to break through the sky!

Amidst the deafening, earth-shattering "waaaaaagh" of the green-skinned orcs, a green figure, like lightning, ripped through the sky above the planet, gradually becoming clear before everyone's eyes.

It was an enormous, green-skinned orc phantom, its body as majestic as a mountain, its muscles bulging, exuding power.

Its appearance seemed to make the whole world tremble.

Suddenly, the enormous green-skinned orc phantom leaped up, like a green meteor, and kicked fiercely at the Nurgle Descendant.

The power of this kick was astonishing. Under the impact of this enormous force, the Nurgle Descendant was sent flying far away like a kite with a broken string.

Just as the Nurgle Descendant was sent flying backward, a green-skinned orc with a hint of blue appeared behind it like a ghost.

The green-skinned orc wielded a massive club, its surface gleaming with a cold light, clearly an extremely powerful weapon.

Without hesitation, the green-skinned orc swung his enormous club and smashed it down hard on the head of the Nurgle Descendant.

"Boom!"

A deep, muffled roar resounded, as if the entire planet trembled.

The Nurgle Descendant's head was struck so hard that green blood and disgusting maggots gushed out of its body, splattering everywhere.

The Nurgle Descendant suffered such a severe blow that it crashed heavily to the ground, its eyes filled with fear and disbelief.

It couldn't understand why the green-skinned god would suddenly appear here and even help humans fight against it.

When the Nurgle Descendant struggled to its feet, it witnessed a scene that made the greenskin's blood boil.

Guilliman raised the Emperor's Sword high, his body radiating a dazzling light, like a war god descending, and swung it down fiercely.

At the same time, the two enormous green-skinned orcs, one on the left and one on the right, stood like a pair of door gods, one throwing a left hook and the other a right hook, their two huge fists striking the Nurgle Descendant.

"Quack! To witness the third brother of the Mao Emperor's exhilarating combo attack, even death would be worth it!"