A burly figure, over five meters tall, wearing a tan striped top and black pants, with thick muscles, slowly emerged from Alexander's four-dimensional pocket.
He was indistinguishable from a human, with a buzz cut, sun-darkened skin, a large nose, and big eyes, like a glaring tiger.
Almost the instant he entered the material universe, a ripple surged through the Warp.
Those who believed in Saint Doraemon vaguely seemed to hear a roar:
"We're friends, right?"
"Then what's yours is mine, and what's mine is still mine!"
psyker like Reyna had an even deeper perception.
She felt a wave of overbearing emotion sweep across the entire Macragge, as violent as a Blood God's Greater Daemon, as greedy as a Keeper of Secrets.
In an instant, Reyna noticed her Psyker potential suddenly drop significantly. The Psyker power that had previously put immense pressure on Reyna, pushing her close to the alpharius-class limit, instantly dropped to the alpharius-class mid-level, similar to her level at the beginning of the Great Rift.
It was as if her Psyker power had been plundered by the entity before her.
"Be careful," Sanguinius seemed to notice something as well. His tone became slightly grave as he spoke to Guilliman.
At the same time, Sanguinius lightly vibrated his silver-chained wings, and a Warp storm erupted from the Warp corresponding to Macragge, enveloping the peak of Macragge and obscuring the Warp ripples caused by the entity emerging from Alexander's four-dimensional pocket.
The entity, whom Alexander called "Gouda," with a human-like appearance but an inner daemon Primarch nature, scanned its surroundings.
His eyes held only primal impulses and desires.
The Warp is a mirror reflecting emotions, and Greater Daemon's emotions were expressed without suppression.
He… He wanted to beat up everyone on Macragge and then become the King of the Kids.
All three people present sensed the existence of this emotion.
Gouda's figure moved, and he suddenly appeared before Roboute Guilliman. His heavy fist directly smashed towards Guilliman's face, exposed to the cold mountain wind.
He seemed to instinctively realize that Guilliman was the leader of this planet, the "King of the Kids" of Macragge, so he first attacked Guilliman.
Guilliman's Gauntlet of Ultramar roared, colliding head-on with's fist.
Gouda's fist, though seemingly made of flesh and blood, was no less powerful than Guilliman's Gauntlet of Ultramar.
The two created a hurricane in the air, tearing at the already thin atmosphere.
Their collision was like two Titans clashing, their bodies seemingly larger than what was visible in the material world, like giants from mythology wrestling.
But… But Guilliman suddenly noticed that his own strength had decreased, while's strength had increased.
"What's yours is mine, and what's mine is still mine."
This voice suddenly echoed in Guilliman's head.
Gouda's fist forcefully pushed back Guilliman's Gauntlet of Ultramar, and the fist directly struck Guilliman's face. A sharp pain came, and Guilliman retreated repeatedly, a bluish-purple bruise appearing on his face.
"Slaanesh's greed, Khorne's violence, and a trait of our father are mixed together, forming his ability. It's a trick to plunder the strength of others to amplify his own… Hmm, it seems that anyone considered a 'friend' can be plundered unconditionally. I wonder what the effect is on enemies."
Sanguinius observed this scene and said, as if analyzing the Greater Daemon's abilities.
He was trying his best to suppress the influence of a Greater Daemon in the Warp.
The ripples generated at his birth spread throughout Macragge, and Greater Daemon was essentially an extension of Alexander. Coincidentally, everyone on Macragge, including Sanguinius, was considered Alexander's "friend."
Sanguinius had to suppress the Warp ripples generated by Greater Daemon, otherwise, he could plunder power from the entire planet, including but not limited to over two thousand Astartes and hundreds of millions of mortal soldiers who were his "friends."
Roboute Guilliman stumbled to his feet, raising his Gauntlet of Ultramar to block the Greater Daemon's continuous onslaught of fists.
Guilliman sincerely thanked Belisarius Cawl for ten thousand years of hard work; the sturdiness of the Fate Armor allowed him to withstand the Greater Daemon's powerful fists.
"How is Lord Alexander doing?"
He dodged and blocked the Greater Daemon's attacks as much as possible while asking.
Sanguinius looked at Alexander, who was standing still. He began to perceive through his connection with Alexander.
"Creating a Greater Daemon in reality is equivalent to letting one's Warp essence enter reality. Conversely, it also means that Alexander's consciousness, which has long existed in the material world, is beginning to enter the Warp to control his essence."
"And there is no concept of time in the Warp. Alexander's consciousness is currently moving back and forth between different timelines. It might take some time for him to find the correct timeline."
"Before that, this Greater Daemon will only act according to what Alexander subconsciously believes."
"How long will that take?" Roboute Guilliman asked, gritting his teeth.
"It depends on how long he plans to look at different timelines and time points, and if he has any problems like being directionally challenged."
Sanguinius said with a hint of helplessness:
"I tried to guide him in the Warp, but you know, there's more than just me that can act as a Warp lighthouse in Ultramar's history."
Meanwhile, Alexander in the Warp twitched his mouth as he looked at the fiercely burning Pharos Lighthouse before him.
He found that his vision was uncontrollably traversing different times.
He finally noticed a light coming from the direction of Ultramar, thinking it was Sanguinius guiding him. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was the Pharos Lighthouse lit by Guilliman during the Great Heresy era.
Guilliman is so naughty, so ambitious…
Alexander complained inwardly and continued to search for the correct timeline among the intricate and complex timelines.
However, the timelines of the galaxy were like a tangled mess, seemingly stirred up by many. For example, Alexander had several times seen a blue-glowing Necron repeatedly jumping between different timelines, disrupting time, which was truly inconsiderate.
Alexander really wanted to chop up all these extra timelines, leaving only a clean and tidy one.
While complaining, Alexander continued to search for Macragge in the forty-first millennium, nine hundred ninety-nine.
Guilliman gasped for breath, barely managing to overpower Greater Daemon, pinning him beneath him.
It wasn't easy; Guilliman had nearly fallen under his baseball bat several times. Fortunately, Greater Daemon only intended to beat Guilliman up and had no real killing intent.
Of course, Guilliman also had no intention of killing him… And precisely because of this, Guilliman took many unnecessary beatings… But he was eventually subdued.
Guilliman, panting, looked at the Greater Daemon pinned beneath him and thought.
Just then, Guilliman noticed the Greater Daemon slowly opening his mouth.
A single note burst forth from his mouth.