Emperor's Bane

Chapter 227 Hello, Guilliman ([-])

Gladstone has surrendered, countless alien kingdoms are burning in destruction, and the great journey for the emperor and mankind has also entered a brief moment of rest.

The leader of the second legion retreated back into his soft couch and laboratory, and lived his days in peace.

Caliban's knights call out to the frenzy of thousands of armies, enjoying victory and honor.

The guests from Prospero were dragged back into the arena again.

Everyone has a bright future.

"Bright future? The voice for this name is not high."

"Many people prefer names like Chenxi or Shuguang. Of course, Goddess Mingyue also has a certain popularity. After all, this name seems to be closely related to our genetic mother, which is enough to give it the most basic favor."

Hawthorne, who came to report his work, met Lana, who was in charge of guarding the Primarch's residence at the end of the corridor of the battleship. The chief commander of the old guard looked particularly cheerful, standing next to the statue of the goddess on which the door of the carved beams and paintings leaned. , The two of them who had finished their work started to communicate, and their topics jumped back and forth, extending all the way to one of the hottest things in the Legion right now.

After Gladstone's recovery operation was successfully concluded, in order to reward the efficiency and dedication of all those who participated in the battle, the Primarch decided to temporarily hand over a short-lived privilege to her descendants: for the new name of the Queen of Glory class battleship, It will be decided by a vote of all Dawnbreakers.

According to the usual practice, the Queen of Glory class battleship of the Second Legion should be renamed after the return of the Primarch. Although the name [Polaris] is very good, and it also carries the glory and suffering of the Legion in the past, everyone believes that the name of the Legion The Capital should have a new name worthy of their Primarchs.

However, although Morgan also acquiesced in this tradition among the legions, she has not taken any action for a long time. For nearly a year, it is still the [Polaris] that has commanded the entire No.20 III expedition fleet.

Only those Dawnbreakers closest to their genetic mother, or those with strong brains, can guess a thing or two about this strange phenomenon.

"Our genetic mother was not a perfect character."

Leaning against the wall, Hawthorne uttered these words with a smile, which almost immediately received solemn eyes of disapproval from the chief old guard.

"Don't be so serious, Lana, no one is perfect, not even the Lord of Humanity can be perfect in every way, without flaws, this is not an offensive word, but a simple reality worthy of recognition."

"The king of knights in Caliban is too harsh, while the overlord of Fenris is too rough. As for the archangel from Baal flying around, people can't find too many faults. , but he is not a warm-hearted person in his bones, is he?"

"And looking at other Primarchs, even the great Wolf Shepherd, we have personally experienced all the misfortunes brought about by his small thoughts: everyone is like this, and they are all imperfect. It's a matter of course, we don't need to be harsh on our Primarch on this kind of thing."

"Our gene mother is indeed a very compassionate and intelligent figure. With her, we no longer have to envy and envy any Legion's battle brothers: but this does not mean that our Primarch is in any way... very capable .”

"You should have noticed this, Lord Lana: whenever our Primarch needed to give something a name, or choose the one she favored among several suitable names, she would abnormal……"

"Tangled."

"Or it's difficult to choose."

Lana spoke, gently filling in the delay and legacy in Hawthorne's words.

"Yes, I am very glad that we agree on this point. I thought I was the only one who would have such a careful observation. After all, our Primarch likes to maintain a sense of mystery."

"Because I have been guarding the Primarch's side, Hawthorne, I can hardly leave."

"..."

Rarely, in Hawthorne's almost unchanged smile for thousands of years, there were a few uncontrollable collapses and cracks.

"Yeah, I'm very glad to see you in this position like a fish in water. After all, this is not an easy position. As far as I know, for every guard of the Primarch, the threat inside the Legion is more powerful than outside. Even bigger, the challenges from other combat brothers are more frequent than the frequency of combat, but you don't seem to have such additional worries."

"The primarch's trust."

"..."

Hawthorne was silent for a while, and then pretended to cough a few times. The old soldier who had no worries and desires pursed his lips, thought for a while, and then patted Lana on the shoulder helplessly.

"It can be like this in front of me, Lana, we are friends after all, but in front of other combat brothers, you should not say these words, otherwise you will become neighbors with His Excellency Ahriman."

"He went in again?"

"It's impossible."

A few strands of merciless smiles flickered across the corners of Hawthorne's mouth.

"The council had previously tried to use the opportunity to fight Ahriman as a reward for outstanding achievements, and the response was even more enthusiastic than we imagined."

"...How much have you awarded?"

"It's not much. Your Excellency Ahriman only needs to spend more than 8000 Terra standard hours in the arena. Specifically, I remember more than 800..."

"...Will this be too cruel?"

"You think so too? In fact, the Legion Council had a special discussion and research. We fully listened to the opinions of the grassroots and actively adapted to the actual situation. Finally, we found..."

"Need less time?"

"When more than 1000 Tera standards should be added, make up an integer of [-]."

"..."

"After all, in the Battle of Gladstone and the subsequent series of alien annihilation operations, although many fighters who made meritorious service did not meet the standards for promotion, we still have to make some compensation."

"What about Ahriman? You are not afraid that he will complain in the future? After all, he can be regarded as a friend of the Primarch."

"We're well aware of that."

"So we used a secret ballot system, and it wasn't unanimous."

"……pretty."

Lana nodded, sincerely admiring.

"There are really so many people who want to communicate with Ahriman?"

"It's more than you think, the arena is always full, and if it's not your turn, you can still have daily communication in the rest area, just like discussing the new name of the Glory Queen class battleship, which is the hottest topic these days .”

"Our Primarch chose a very clever way: this is not a very important topic, and it can even be said to be an irrelevant matter. It is a matter of honor, but there is no more necessity."

"But the Primarch threw it out, handed temporary power to everyone, gave everyone a real sense of participation, made them feel that they were Dawnbreakers now, a Legion, and Not the xx fleet that should have been forgotten long ago."

"Unity?"

"Yes, you can also see that the original body is now the most fancy about this, so she temporarily handed over democracy to everyone, making them fleeting masters of the legion, which is enough to make them talk about it for a while." The days have passed, and since they were once the [masters] of the legion, they will naturally start to maintain a unified legion."

"Then why don't we keep going, keep [democracy] going."

"I regret to tell you that this is not feasible, Mr. Rana."

"why?"

"Because the essence of democracy is vetoes, not passages."

"But there is no veto this time?"

"Because no one can veto a question, can they?"

The self-evident laughter echoed quietly at the end of the corridor, and Lana stretched his muscles lazily. He looked at the clock on the wall and lamented the passage of time.

"My rest time is coming to an end, Mr. Hawthorne."

"Yeah, my flight can't be delayed. After all, the route from Avalon to the No.20 Third Fleet is still a castle in the air. I have to rub off on other people's branch fleets."

"Then see you next time."

A malicious smile formed on the corner of the Chief Old Guard's mouth, and he took the initiative to reach out his hand towards Hawthorne. Under the delicate grasp of the angle and the surrounding light, the smiling Dawnbreaker found that he was caught by an unexpected attack. The light outside flickered.

He looked down at the place where the light came from.

"What is this on your wrist armor? Some kind of special bracelet?"

"Yeah, isn't it pretty?"

"It's very exquisite. You can tell it's a work of art at first glance. I even felt a few wisps of psionic energy? Where did you get such a good thing?"

"The first creation created by Lord Primarch, she gave me as a gift."

"..."

"To reward my loyalty."

"..."

"..."

"Okay, I changed my mind. Dear Lord Lana, I think that the Primarch's personal guard, as such an important position, should go through full trials and competitive trials. Maybe you just missed this link?"

"Say what you will, Hawthorne, I'm not afraid."

"It's good to see you are so confident in your abilities."

"After all, Lord Primarch personally affirmed my strength."

"..."

"..."

Faintly, at the end of the quiet corridor of the battleship, there seemed to be a few low-pitched filthy words.

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"Speaking of which, what is our Lord Primarch doing now?"

"She is preparing for the meeting with Lord Guilliman. Specifically, she is thinking about what costume she will wear. She has been thinking about it for a long time, you know..."

"Well, I understand, the choice is difficult."

"Yeah, it's been difficult for almost an entire standard day on Terra. Our Primarch has just spent more than a month in her private laboratory, and all the food and supplies are delivered by her personal maid. , if she is not about to arrive in Macragge soon, I think she can stay for a while longer."

"At least we don't have to worry about her performing this kind of diplomatic work in a white coat."

"Who knows, anyway, I personally think that no matter what he wears, the ambitious Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds won't care. He only has his country within a country in his eyes."

"It can't be said that, the necessary costumes still need to be prepared, but unfortunately we don't seem to be able to help in this regard, maybe we need to send a special group of mortals, and send an official copy of the order to the Emperor's Children or the Blood Angels. A letter for help?"

"You mean: arrange for our Lord Primarch a..."

"Image director?"

Lana rubbed his chin.

"An unfamiliar word."

"After all, it's hard to focus on something that's always on the lips, isn't it?"

"Okay, then I will find time to find such a mortal, is there any standard?"

"Objective, knowledgeable, experienced and calm, open to all kinds of people, calm in front of the battle, free from desires, has sufficient coping methods for various cultures and different environments, or personal experience, and it is best to be a person who dares to be with the original A person who fights in the ring."

"……what are you saying?"

"Image director."

"I think you're talking about the Emperor's Custodians."

"This is a bit exaggerated, Lana, but to be honest, I don't know if such a character exists."

"I think so, Hawthorne."

“How come you see?”

"Because our lord Primarch does now have a... Image Director."

"……Who?"

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"No problem, Ms. Morgan."

"My sire, Traasin, I'd be happy to be your image director."

"Coincidentally, I have a little understanding of the art and aesthetics of various races."

The lord of the Second Legion crossed her legs and sat on her throne, looking up and down at the metal skeleton not far away that glowed with green light in her eyes, gently suppressing the instinct to tear this alien into pieces impulse.

Objective eyes, rich knowledge, sophisticated and calm, open to all kinds of rivers, calm in front of battle, pure in heart and few desires...

It fits perfectly, doesn't it.

Unfortunately, it is an alien.

Morgan sighed silently.

She was a little bewildered.

After forcing down Gladstone, Dawnbreaker's fleet immediately swept through most of the galaxies in the Avalon sector. Those large and small alien countries are not worth the trouble of human colonies. Their poor void The power has been completely destroyed in the naval battle in the Cornwall galaxy, and the imperial fleet loyal to the Queen of Dawn stays in the low-earth orbit of the alien worlds, wantonly massacring.

For those recalcitrants with extremely fierce anti-aircraft firepower, the landing operation led by the Lord of the Second Legion in person is a torture that is enough to make them regret: the presence of the Primarch in person makes the Astartes Legion The behemoths that crushed everything, hundreds of times of war deduction and the information processing center that kept abreast of the situation turned the originally anxious battle situation into an art of unilateral slaughter, and the Primarch even fell into a kind of distress for this.

Although the cooperation of the various troops is far from perfect, the enemy they have to face is too weak in the face of the legion's three-dimensional strike and information tactics, so weak that the Primarch can't even find a suitable reason With opportunity, she dispatched her Praetorians to the most dangerous areas.

Because these alien wastes didn't create any crisis moments at all.

Thinking of this, haze gathered in the eyes of the Second Legion.

The strangulation of those greenskins might have been a good opportunity: if it hadn't been for Morgan's powerful blow to start the battle, which unfortunately tore the Warboss ship and himself to pieces.

Beyond that, [The Right Opportunity] is like a cloudy moon in a pool of water, becoming an existence that the Primarch cannot grasp, and many weak opponents are wiped out in front of the fanatical entire Astartes Legion, and The presence of the Primarch will only make every army more fanatical, turning any factor that might make the battle worse into a victory.

In this way, when the last independent world was planted with the banner of the human empire, and the entire Avalon sector became the servant of the Primarch amid the shouts of the Legion, Morgan still remained in a somewhat dazed mood.

Is this done?
Did this work?
One star sector, more than a dozen galaxies, just didn't give her even a barely suitable reason and opportunity?
Compared to Ran Dan...

Well, well, we can't talk about Ran Dan any more.

In her bewilderment, the high-spirited Luthor led a large army and began to march towards another star area. After several months of continuous battles and victories, this old Caliban knight unexpectedly had an accident. A true medical miracle.

His spirit and will, which had been severely weakened, had disappeared when he saw Morgan again. Standing in front of the Lord of the Second Legion was a Luther who did not know how much younger: full of vigor and energy, It speaks of endless vitality and firmness.

【…】

Confused things have increased...

The Primarch leaned on her face, and she looked at the metal alien talking in front of her, she just wanted to sigh a few times, or throw herself into the laboratory again.

Compared with this strange world, the data and rationality in the laboratory are more attractive: After more than a month of research and study, the Primarch has begun to take shape. The bracelet is her first product. This mass-produced creation stores the weakest psionic energy of Morgan, which is enough to give her children a one-time huge killing method in times of crisis— — or use it to blow yourself up.

The Lord of the Second Legion was still silently sighing, when suddenly, her ears seemed to catch some unusual words.

【What were you talking about just now?Sergeant Traasin? 】

"Sleeveless bust, my lord."

"I heard that one of your brothers once gave you a similar gift, maybe you can wear it on this visit: a full-length dress that you sewed yourself, and a sleeveless bust on top A, the classic ancient Greek and ancient Roman goddess."

"Athena, Minerva, what a holy name that makes people long to be close."

[I hope that what you can give is a sincere and objective suggestion. 】

"This is a sincere and objective suggestion, my lord, I know why you came to me as your image director: I have heard the quarrels of the soldiers under your command, and it is clear that your genetic father has given you a Unique ability, in the eyes of different characters, you are a different appearance worth looking forward to, but only in the eyes of a soulless person like me, you have a real appearance."

"But please believe me, in the eyes of your blood brothers, your appearance cannot change the truth that their vision can detect, so you need to dress accordingly."

"And for a character like Lord Guilliman who possesses the soul of ancient Rome, what could be more affirmative to him than a living Minerva, the goddess of wisdom, war, the moon, and memory? The patron saint of craftsmen, students, and artists, the combination of long skirts and busts speaks for itself.”

"Of course, if you can take your shield and spear again..."

[Please don't tell me anything about the spear, Sergeant Tralassin. 】

"Well, okay."

"But you must believe that a sleeveless bust is a good idea, and a sleeveless dress will be a killer idea. No Roman can refuse all this."

"Please take my advice and you will have a great trip to ancient Rome."

"The Pantheon, the Gladiators, the Marbles, Augustus and Caesar, oh..."

"Of course there is a large bath."

(End of this chapter)