At the highest point of Hera Fortress, the Peak of Macragge, where the earth, mountains, and sky meet,
This is the highest point of all Macragge, where the cold wind howls, the air is thin, and the morning light is dazzling. The star of this galaxy rises from the horizon between the mountains, casting the sun's golden-haired dawn upon the layered Romanesque marble architecture of Hera Fortress, carving out every shrine, dome, and marble column.
On the other side of the sky, the morning stars are still sparse, scattered across the deep blue expanse of the firmament, hanging beside four towering statues.
Alexander looked at the distant, newly risen sun and couldn't help but let out a slight breath.
"Roboute Guilliman wakes up in the morning on Macragge and greets the sun, which has just risen on the horizon, before starting his work: 'Good morning, Sun!'"
"'Lord of Ultramar! Good morning to you too!' the Sun respectfully replied."
"At noon, Roboute Guilliman looked up during his lunch break and said to the Sun again: 'Good afternoon, Sun!'"
"'You too!' the Sun said to Guilliman as it hurried towards the horizon."
"In the evening, Lord of Ultramarines Guilliman finished his day's work, waved at the setting sun on the horizon, and said: 'Good evening, Sun!'"
"'F*** your good evening, I've already run off to the T'au Imperium,' the Sun quickly disappeared below the horizon and said."
Hearing this, Sanguinius, standing beside Alexander, chuckled softly.
Reyna's expression was a little bewildered: "If Macragge's sun defected to the T'au Imperium, why would it still rise as usual the next day?"
"You'll have to ask Ms. Greyfax about that," Alexander laughed twice. "The Inquisition made the Sun deeply realize its mistake in just one night."
"Your joke has a serious logical flaw," Guilliman said to Alexander with a serious expression. "My work doesn't start in the morning, nor does it end in the evening."
First, there was a moment of silence at the Peak of Macragge, then Alexander and Sanguinius couldn't help but burst out laughing. Reyna was struggling to hold back her laughter, and a faint smile also appeared on Guilliman's lips.
"Don't laugh," Guilliman turned to Sanguinius. "Remember? You shared half of Macragge's power. Tonight, I'll send half of the governmental affairs your way."
Sanguinius' smile vanished instantly, his expression as if recalling some dark history.
And his smile had clearly transferred to Guilliman's face.
"Don't look at how happy Guilliman is now. If we go to the Rock Monastery and bring back Mufasa, all three of them will be unhappy together," Alexander said to Reyna.
Reyna blinked in confusion, evidently not understanding why Guilliman and Sanguinius would be displeased by the return of another Primarch.
And the faces of Sanguinius and Guilliman twitched almost simultaneously.
This galaxy is so messed up, but there are few things as universally unpleasant as the Second Imperium.
The three Primarchs each had their own grievances and discomfort.
Guilliman sighed, looking at the four statues standing atop the Peak of Macragge.
Those four statues included himself, his adoptive father King Konor, Ms. Euten, and the Emperor.
Other than that, there was nothing else on the Peak of Macragge, only a platform constructed from heavy marble.
"This is a good place," Guilliman said, looking around. "As empty and silent as it was ten thousand years ago."
Guilliman recommended this place as the site for Alexander to create the Greater Demon.
There were no other disturbances here, so there was no need to worry about the process of creating the Greater Demon being seen by others.
And if the Great Demon created by Alexander went out of control, or if Alexander himself experienced a temporary loss of control, it would not cause damage to Hera Fortress, and it would also create space for the two Primarchs to subdue the Greater Demon or Alexander.
Even if the two Primarchs were unable to control the Greater Demon or Alexander due to an accident, the Blood Angels and Ultramarines stationed in Hera Fortress could quickly provide support.
This was almost an ideal location.
"What level do you think the newly born Greater Demon will be?" Guilliman turned his head slightly to look at Alexander and Sanguinius.
Alexander waved his hand slightly, indicating that he also didn't know.
"The main body is Ka'Bandha, he is not my opponent," Sanguinius said, stroking his chin. "Even with two more Slaanesh daemons, he would still be far inferior to me."
"The biggest risk is whether Alexander's Warp essence will temporarily lose control due to its first true intrusion into reality after creating the Greater Demon. Of course, there's also the part of the power of death that my father threw into Alexander's body, but that part has already been devoured by Alexander's Warp essence."
Upon hearing the words "Alexander loses control," a look of concern clearly appeared on Guilliman's face.
"Don't worry, I understand the Warp more deeply than you, and to a certain extent, I am Alexander's daemon Prince."
Sanguinius motioned for Guilliman to relax, saying:
"So I can perceive Alexander's control over his essence. Even if he loses control, it will only be for a brief moment."
"We just need to contain the out-of-control Greater Demon for a while, that will be enough."
"If it's just a Greater Demon, I should be able to handle it," Guilliman nodded slightly. "But I'm more worried about harming Lord Alexander. His value is too high; I'm unwilling to take the risk."
Alexander's lips twitched slightly. For some reason, he felt as if Guilliman was setting himself up for failure.
However, Alexander wasn't too worried. Before coming, they had already confirmed through the Truth and Falsehood Divination Machine that this operation would not pose any major danger.
"Shall I begin?" Alexander placed his hand slightly on the four-dimensional pocket.
To prevent any problems, the Blood Angels and Blood Angels' ships in the four-dimensional pocket had also been temporarily released, as the Greater Demon would be born within the four-dimensional pocket.
"Begin. When the time comes, I will try my best to stir up a Warp storm so that most of the entities in the Warp will not notice the birth of the Greater Demon."
Sanguinius nodded to Alexander, then looked at Guilliman:
"If it really goes out of control, it's up to you."
"There won't be any problems," Guilliman said, nodding to Alexander and Sanguinius.
Looking at Guilliman's assurance, Alexander still felt a little doubtful.
The Greater Demon he created, logically speaking, shouldn't be Primarch-level, right? Guilliman shouldn't be unable to defeat it, right?
While thinking, Alexander fixed his gaze into the four-dimensional pocket, looking at the faintly discernible, short-haired figure that resembled.
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Looking at the prompt in front of him, Alexander gently clicked confirm.
Zandiares and the Keeper of Secrets, floating beside the Greater Demon, were immediately seized tightly by the Greater Demon.
These two Slaanesh daemons tried to resist, but the Greater Demon's arms suddenly exerted force, its two hands tightly gripping the bodies of the Slaanesh daemons. The power from the Dark Prince that was used to stabilize their bodies, existence, senses, and purpose was instantly stripped away.
They disintegrated, turning into pure Warp currents, and along with the part of that power from the Dark Prince, they were all swept into's body.
Beneath's seemingly human shell, Warp tides surged and churned. The powers of Khorne, the Emperor, Slaanesh, and Alexander intertwined and mixed within, weaving into a brand new existence, with new senses and being gradually born.
And Alexander tried, cautiously, to infiltrate his consciousness into this new Warp body, attempting to control this brand new shell.
His consciousness sank into it little by little, gradually merging with this Greater Demon. He felt a deeper connection being established with it.
The Greater Demon's eyes suddenly opened. Both eyes simultaneously contained the destructive urge from Khorne, the judgment from the Emperor, the artistic pursuit from Slaanesh, and the consciousness from Alexander.
In a trance, Alexander felt as if he had become something more vast, something that transcended material limitations, looking down upon everything in the material universe from a higher perspective.
He vaguely saw himself being pulled out of the garbage heap of Ashford by Lager.
He saw himself and the Mont brothers moving through the ruins of the Old Eight District.
He saw himself confronting the genestealer patriarch in the Lower Nest.
He saw the C'tan sink into the four-dimensional pocket.
He saw himself resurrecting Sanguinius on Baal.
He saw himself standing with two Primarchs on the Peak of Macragge.
Then Alexander saw more, more blurry, more distant scenes.
He vaguely heard the Laughing God Cegorach's laughter abruptly stop, and saw Ynnead emerge from the Webway to kill.
He also saw Khârn, cloaked in a hood of flesh, standing beside him, his blood-stained great axe cleaving into his flesh, and at the same time, the Blood God split the entire planet with a sword in the void.
He also seemed to see Necrons praying beside him, Tzeentch emitting sharp bird calls, Khorne drawing the great sword beside his throne, while Slaanesh and Nurgle stood beside Alexander.
Then he stuffed a certain dumpling into the mouth of the Norn Queen, and the dark, deep, and hungry hive mind confronted him directly. "I'm here to negotiate," Alexander's voice echoed in the darkness.
Subsequently, the Vengeful Spirit and the entire galaxy burned. The bodies of Roboute Guilliman and Horus constantly changed in various overlapping scenes; they were all possessed by the Four Gods, but ultimately Alexander killed them, and also killed the Emperor.
Finally, everything fell silent.
Alexander stood on the Peak of Macragge, unmoving and unwavering, like a statue, strange and colorful scenes flickering in his eyes.
At the same time, a tide surged in the Warp, expanding outwards from the Peak of Macragge as its center.
At that moment, all believers of Saint Doraemon heard a roar emanating from the Warp.
"What's yours is mine, and what's mine is still mine."
In that one sentence, there was the Emperor's tyranny, Slaanesh's greed, and Khorne's power.
"It's coming," Sanguinius whispered.
From Alexander's four-dimensional pocket, a figure slowly emerged.