The Denkōmaru that Nobita held, which had no power, was created by Alexander using Skarbrand and fragments torn from Khorne as nurturing materials.
It contained the power and killing techniques of the Blood God and Skarbrand, so much so that even Sanguinius could not surpass Nobita's swordsmanship in terms of skill.
Furthermore, this powerless Denkōmaru also possessed the characteristics of a Heartless Slaughter Domain. The more impassioned Alexander's emotions, the stronger this sword's power and the more damage it inflicted.
However, it was a pity that Alexander was not a very emotional type and rarely felt anger, so this effect was somewhat wasted.
If it were someone with deep resentment, full of anger and hatred, severely hurt by this world, and having endured long years of suffering, the effect of this powerless Denkōmaru would likely be very strong.
But without the boost from this part of its effect, Nobita was at a disadvantage in pure strength compared to Sanguinius.
Sanguinius' body was a masterful product of the Emperor's genetic engineering, and his Warp essence was also extremely powerful, and he had already clearly recognized his Warp nature.
Moreover, this battle was only a First Blood sparring match. Alexander would not use the revolver on Nobita's waist, which conducted his and the Emperor's power, nor would he use the bullets transformed from the old crone sword, otherwise this sparring match would turn into a Death Match.
Strong Psyker power attached to Sanguinius' arm, pressing down towards Nobita.
But a slight smile tugged at the corner of Nobita's mouth.
"Do you know who among the Primarchs is most like the Emperor?"
Nobita suddenly spoke, but Alexander's words did not elicit any reaction from Sanguinius.
After all, he was a Primarch; how could he easily show a weakness in battle?
"Some say it's you, because you are as perfect as the Emperor."
Alexander was not flustered and continued to control Nobita to speak with interest:
"Others say it's Lorgar, because they look exactly alike."
"And some say it's Guilliman, because they both stubbornly claim to be true humans."
"Of course, Perturabo is also on the list; he and the Emperor both like to execute one in ten of their sons."
"Mortarion is also very similar, because the Emperor proposed the Imperial Truth, and Mortarion proposed numerology; both are lies."
"One could even say Angron, because they were both eternally tormented by a Dark Age of Technology machine."
As Nobita spoke these words, the expressions of the Astartes and Custodes around them were already starting to crack.
"But I think it still has to be the Lion King Lion El'Jonson."
"Because they both speak of loyalty, yet they both cover up their little secrets with lies."
"And half of their sons rebelled," Nobita leaned in close to Sanguinius and said in a voice only the two of them could hear.
Seeing Alexander reveal Lion El'Jonson's little secret, Sanguinius' expression twitched, unable to maintain its composure.
And Nobita quickly seized this momentary opening, parrying Sanguinius' Spear of Accomplishment.
"What, are you also afraid of being taken to the Rock Fortress for interrogation?" Alexander couldn't help but control Nobita to say playfully.
Then, he wielded the powerless Denkōmaru, thrusting towards Sanguinius' exposed centerline.
But at this moment, the will Alexander had infused into Nobita felt a sense of incongruity.
It was like having a stone stuck in a shoe, which caused Alexander's movements to slow down for a moment.
Sanguinius hastily drew the Crimson Blade from his waist, and it collided with the powerless Denkōmaru.
The clang of swords echoed throughout the Custodes training ground, and the speed at which the swords crossed directly surpassed what the Custodes and Astartes could follow with their eyes. Exclamations of awe continuously erupted.
Tieron, who had come here at Guilliman's command to deliver a message, felt sweat trickling down his back. He stood among these two- to three-meter-tall giants, appearing fragile and powerless.
As for the clash between Nobita and Sanguinius, Tieron could at most hear bursts of sonic booms, making his already somewhat fragile ears ache even more.
He hesitated for a moment, then tentatively and softly said, "Two sirs—"
Swish—
The surrounding Astartes and Custodes all looked at Tieron, and Sanguinius, Alexander, and Nobita in the center of the training ground also looked at him.
Tieron's voice was indeed not loud, but everyone present had superhuman hearing.
Facing these gazes, Tieron could only brace himself and say, "Two sirs, Lord Guilliman requests your presence at the regular meeting."
This caused Sanguinius' usually joyful expression to drop slightly.
"Guilliman has a special talent,"
Sanguinius said in a clear voice:
"Whenever people are enjoying themselves, he interrupts them with work."
"Every time this happens, I hate him a little."
"He should have been fed to Leman Russ when he was born." Alexander said, imitating Guilliman's tone, half-jokingly.
Sanguinius' lips curved into a smile again.
Although the fight wasn't finished, Alexander had gained some understanding of Nobita's abilities.
Nobita was stronger than Greater Daemon in overall terms.
However, in pure strength, he was weaker than Greater Daemon. In terms of strength alone, Greater Daemon could even arm-wrestle with Guilliman without losing, while Nobita was clearly at a disadvantage.
Nobita's strength primarily lay in his abilities and techniques.
His abilities mainly included the powerless Denko-Maru, the String Game, and the revolver. The Denko-Maru was responsible for normal output, the String Game for control, and the revolver was a trump card with only two bullets left. His techniques included combat skills and swordsmanship slightly superior to Sanguinius', and his marksmanship was unique.
If he didn't use the String Game and only used the powerless Denkōmaru, Nobita would be slightly weaker than Sanguinius in a First Blood duel. With the String Game, he would have a slight advantage in First Blood.
A Death Match was hard to say. Without the revolver, Sanguinius would have a much higher chance of winning in a fight to the death.
One could only say that he was indeed a Primarch, no wonder the Four Gods coveted him. Of course, Alexander also coveted them and wished he could revive a few more Primarchs.
Of course, if the revolver was included, Nobita's chances of winning would increase dramatically. After all, Nobita's marksmanship was almost impossible to dodge, and if the old crone sword transformed into a bullet hit, even Khorne would suffer considerable damage. Sanguinius simply couldn't withstand it.
If Alexander were to control Nobita to draw the revolver, there would be no need for comparison.
Following Tieron's footsteps, Alexander and Sanguinius soon arrived at the conference room Guilliman had prepared.
This was a request Guilliman made to Alexander and Sanguinius when he served as Regent.
At that time, in the Imperial Palace, the Emperor first thrust the position of Regent upon Guilliman.
Then, that damned desiccated corpse actually tried to canonize Sanguinius as Warmaster and Alexander as Imperial Chancellor.
Fortunately, Alexander and Sanguinius convinced the Emperor and Guilliman that the Imperium truly could not have another Warmaster, and that Alexander himself knew nothing about politics and could not be a Chancellor.
But Guilliman also took the opportunity to make a demand: every so often, Alexander and Sanguinius had to have a 'Big Three' meeting with Guilliman to resolve matters that required discussion among the three or had to be done by Alexander and Sanguinius.
Alexander pushed open the conference room door and felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.
A round table, a huge wooden round table, was placed before Alexander and Sanguinius.
The most unbearable part was that this round table didn't just have places for Alexander and Sanguinius.
Although only three chairs were currently placed around the round table, the table itself was exquisitely carved and evenly divided into several sections.
From left to right, they were a sword and wings, a clenched fist, a raven, an iron hand, a wolf's head, lightning, a dragon's head, and an aquila, representing the Primarchs who were still missing and the Emperor himself.
Guilliman's inverted Omega symbol, Sanguinius' bloodied wings symbol, and Doraemon's round face, symbolizing Alexander, were also on the table.
Alexander slightly opened his mouth, remembering the blind assassin chess piece and the centaur chess piece, wanting to remind Guilliman to also add a bat and the Eye of Horus.
But before he could speak, he saw Guilliman look up from a mountain of documents and smile at Alexander and Sanguinius.
He spread his arms, as if wanting to display this work to Alexander and Sanguinius.
"This will be the beginning of a new order," Guilliman said with some joy in his voice.
Order was indeed a good thing, and a new order was certainly an even better thing.
But coming from Guilliman's mouth, Alexander and Sanguinius both felt a chill down their spines, and a sense of fatigue from work involuntarily welled up in their bodies.
"You've saved places for all our loyal brothers," Sanguinius said with a calm face but a slightly awkward tone.
"I wanted to do this before the Great Heresy. Back then, I saved a spot for every brother."
Guilliman gestured for them to sit down:
"We all possess extraordinary wisdom. If we can share our wisdom, then we are fully capable of leading all of humanity."
"Just sharing wisdom with you and Lion El'Jonson back then, I already felt like I was going crazy," Sanguinius said, his face unchanging, as he sat in his designated spot.
His words caused a hint of embarrassment to flash across Guilliman's face, and he mumbled something about "That was just an experiment," "Temporary," "The mistakes of the Second Imperium," and similar phrases, and the conference room was immediately filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
Guilliman deliberately used his stern and peculiar sense of humor to break the initial awkwardness of the meeting, allowing Alexander and Sanguinius to relax slightly.
Then Guilliman turned his head to look at Alexander, who was sitting in his designated spot.
"Any news of my other brothers?" Guilliman asked sincerely, "I already miss Dorn, Corax, Vulkan, and Khan. I even miss Leman Russ' boisterous laughter. Of course, I'd be even happier if you could revive Ferrus."
"I have news of Lion El'Jonson," Alexander replied with a straight face.
Guilliman's smile immediately faded a little.