Ynnead's oracle suddenly rang in Yvraine's ears:
Do not let the "Human God of Death" kill Guilliman!
Three dark and cold urgent cries echoed in Yvraine's ears.
The messenger of the Human Death God heard urgency in her god's tone for the first time.
Yvraine instantly understood the meaning of Ynnead's words.
The Human Death God possessed power similar to Ynnead; he could kill Guilliman and achieve a similar effect to Yvraine.
Yvraine originally didn't care who performed the act.
But since Ynnead's oracle had already been delivered...
Yvraine made a judgment instantly.
Three things were needed to resurrect Roboute Guilliman:
The Human Death God or the Aeldari Death God, the Fate Armor, and Archmagos Belisarius Cawl, who was responsible for activating the Fate Armor.
Now that the Human Death God had hidden his form, all Yvraine could do was...
Yvraine, without hesitation, rushed towards the transport vehicle behind Belisarius Cawl.
As long as she took the Fate Armor, if the "Human God of Death" killed Guilliman again, it would truly kill him.
This was clearly not his goal, so Yvraine only needed to control the Fate Armor to in turn restrain him.
Yvraine's figure became a blur, pouncing fiercely towards the transport vehicle behind Belisarius Cawl.
Belisarius Cawl also noticed Yvraine's movement; his metallic body twisted, and the Omnissiah Axe instantly struck towards Yvraine.
But Yvraine was like a nimble Aeldari dancer, her foot lightly touching the ground, her figure as soft as a strong-brained cat, dodging past the Omnissiah Axe.
Seeing Yvraine dodge his axe blade, Belisarius Cawl's body suddenly expanded, and the mechanical weapons hidden beneath his crimson robe were exposed.
This was also why Yvraine did not choose to directly capture Belisarius Cawl.
She knew that Belisarius Cawl had accumulated countless technological creations on his body over ten thousand years, a veritable steel beast hiding under a crimson robe, masquerading as human.
Compared to trying to capture Belisarius Cawl, directly seizing the Fate Armor was easier.
After all, the Human Death God's current location was unknown, and he could launch an attack on Yvraine at any time.
This also put psychological pressure on Yvraine; an invisible and intangible enemy was too dangerous.
In the blink of an eye, Yvraine approached the transport vehicle.
Weapons on Belisarius Cawl's body also aimed at Yvraine.
And at this moment, a blood-red stream of light flashed by, and the red-armored warrior Thousand Faces, like a ghost, blocked Belisarius Cawl's path.
The Howling Sword, Asuvar, one of the five old crone swords, glowed deep blue in his hand.
The power of the Aeldari Death God was attached to the sword, making Thousand Faces seem like a roaring whirlwind of death.
In contrast, Belisarius Cawl's metallic beast body was like the manifestation of the Omnissiah's will in the material universe; every piston, gear, circuit, and chip revealed the power of the Omnissiah.
Belisarius Cawl's Omnissiah Axe and Thousand Faces' Howling Sword, Asuvar, collided, and a low hum sounded.
The two were almost evenly matched, but for Thousand Faces, this was enough.
Yvraine let out a triumphant growl; although she was confused as to why the "Human God of Death" hadn't intervened to stop her, the Fate Armor was right before her eyes—
Yvraine's Sword of Lamentation, Khavel, sliced open Belisarius Cawl's transport vehicle, but inside the vehicle...
The vehicle was empty, with no sign of the automatic reliquary.
Only Sylandri Shadowseer, wearing a mirrored mask, was squatting inside.
She saw Yvraine cut open the transport vehicle, turned her head to look at Yvraine, and said in a bitter voice:
"Good afternoon, Lady Yvraine."
"Boss Alexander told me to hide here and tell you that he was playing a trick on you."
Then Sylandri Shadowseer, clearly under the control of the Lockheart Scarab, raised her arm.
"Quick, dodge!" Sylandri Shadowseer shouted.
But Sylandri Shadowseer knew that Alexander had increased her speed with that strange clockwork, and Yvraine also slowed down due to her momentary confusion.
She couldn't dodge it.
A monofilament line, tainted with Dark Eldar anesthetic toxins, pierced Yvraine's shoulder, causing her body to stiffen suddenly and fall heavily to the ground.
The troop carrier was empty; it was a trap.
She gritted her teeth, not understanding why the "Human God of Death" had anticipated her actions. Was his control over fate so powerful? Or did he possess some powerful prophetic ability?
But since the Fate Armor plan had failed...
Yvraine tried to summon Incarnie, the avatar of the Aeldari Death God Ynnead.
That was death walking among mortals, similar to a Khaine fragment but even more powerful.
But Ynnead refused Yvraine's call. Yvraine felt Ynnead's fear.
If Incarnie were summoned here, the avatar of the Death God, and even the Death God himself, would be in danger.
This was the Aeldari Death God's sensitivity to death.
Yvraine was stunned, not expecting Ynnead to refuse to let his avatar descend.
She could only hurriedly turn her gaze to Thousand Faces, hoping that Thousand Faces could defeat Belisarius Cawl.
However, Belisarius Cawl merely let out a low, playful laugh,
As if mocking Yvraine and the others for not escaping Alexander's arrangements at all.
He suddenly swung the axe in his hand, forcing Thousand Faces back for a moment.
Then, from under his robe, he took out a comical hat with mechanical hands and placed it on his head.
Belisarius Cawl's figure flashed, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared before Roboute Guilliman's throne.
At this moment, a pinkish-red wooden door suddenly appeared beside Belisarius Cawl, and Alexander stepped out from it.
The two suddenly appeared before the throne, startling almost everyone.
The Ultramarines and Terminators who were closer rushed to unleash bullets on Belisarius Cawl and Alexander.
But the Superpower Hat on Belisarius Cawl's head moved, a mechanical hand pointed forward, and a powerful Psyker barrier instantly formed a protective shield.
At the same time, more than ten Astartes in crimson power armor, all wearing comical Superpower Hats, emerged from Alexander's four-dimensional pocket.
These Blood Angels formed a formation, and the Psyker barriers they released overlapped, successfully blocking the incoming firepower.
The Grey Knights tried to use their Banishment to destroy this Psyker barrier, but the barrier created by the Superpower Hat was completely unrelated to the Warp.
Neither the Grey Knights nor the Black Legion sorcerers could interfere with this barrier.
Alexander held the Black Sword in one hand and took out the automatic reliquary containing the Fate Armor from his four-dimensional pocket with the other.
He had long known about Ynnead's potential betrayal and Yvraine's actions.
After all, Alexander's pocket held one of the top seers in the galaxy today, a seer far more reliable than an Aeldari riddle-speaker.
At the same time, Alexander's Truth and Falsehood Divination Machine could also help him determine what might happen in the future.
Neither Alexander nor Sanguinius knew Ynnead's true nature, but they could both guess that Ynnead belonged to the domain of erosion and destruction in the Warp, and was in a competitive relationship with Alexander to some extent.
Competition in the Warp was a give-and-take relationship; the expansion of one entity's domain would inevitably squeeze other existing domains.
Alexander killing Guilliman, corrupting Guilliman, and incorporating his essence into his own domain would expand his own domain, squeezing Ynnead's position.
This was clearly something Ynnead was unwilling to do, and his betrayal became a possibility.
Thus, relying on the Truth and Falsehood Divination Machine and Sanguinius' prophecy, Alexander successfully avoided Ynnead's sudden attack.
Under Belisarius Cawl's control, the automatic reliquary emitted a low hum, slowly unfolding on the throne, its internal mechanical structures emitting scorching air currents, gradually enveloping Roboute Guilliman's body.
Alexander also slightly raised the Black Sword in his hand, waiting for the opportune moment.
The sound of the automatic reliquary opening disturbed the entire battlefield.
Instantly, both the Black Legion and the Ultramarines turned their gaze to the throne.
Calgar's eyes widened with fear and anger; he saw a Black Sword pointed at the chest of his genetic father.
"No!!!!" Calgar let out an angry roar, his fist blocking Captain Karlaen's latest attack.
Perhaps anger gave him strength, or perhaps Captain Karlaen had reached his limit; his fist heavily struck Karlaen's chest, violently pushing him back.
Then, without hesitation, he ran towards his genetic father, who was being covered by mechanical structures.
At the same time, he looked at Grand Master Voldus and Tigurius, who were fighting.
However, Tigurius almost completely suppressed Valdus.
"Stop them! Brother Tigurius!!!" Calgar cried out pleadingly: "For the Emperor, for our genetic father!"
Tigurius merely shook his head.
"I am doing this for them," he replied softly.
Calgar was almost consumed by despair and rage.
"What are you doing?!"
"Adeptus Mechanicus! Blood Angels! Inquisition!"
Calgar's gaze swept over those present who stood on the side of the Expeditionary Force, questioning them angrily.
His gaze fell on the Black Sword in Alexander's hand.
"And the Adeptus Ministorum and the Black Templars."
"I will have my revenge! I will kill all of you!!!"
Calgar seemed to transform into a beast, tearing through all forces attempting to stop him, wielding his Ultramarines fists and charging towards the array of more than ten Blood Angels.
Not only Calgar, but also other Ultramarines, Terminators, and the Black Legion rushed towards the throne.
The Psyker barrier released by the Superpower Hat...
However, at this moment, Alexander's four-dimensional pocket suddenly expanded.
Calgar only saw a slender, tear-drop-shaped spearhead sweep across his chest.
Then his power armor shattered, and Calgar fell heavily down the steps. The Ultramarines accompanying Calgar were also forced back, and the Black Legion were directly killed.
"Thrust directly into his chest, stab hard."
A clear voice came from the figure cloaked in a linen robe:
"Concentrate your mind, pour your will into the Black Sword, and use your Warp essence to corrupt his!"
These words filled Calgar with terror.
And Alexander merely nodded slightly. He tried to infiltrate his consciousness into the Black Sword, attempting to pour the power he had gained from the domain of erosion and destruction into it.
In an instant, everyone present vaguely saw an illusion:
A towering, rotund, blue figure stood before Roboute Guilliman's throne and soul.
He held high a Black Sword burning with death, its blade seemingly forged from countless skeletons, its sharp edge appearing to cleave Macragge and even the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar.
Then, the Black Sword burning with death fell heavily.
Blood flowed from the Primarch's chest. After ten thousand long years, Roboute Guilliman met his death.