Emperor's Bane

Chapter 228 Hello, Guilliman ([-])

"The transition is complete."

"Enter physical space."

The maid's whispers awakened the Lord of the Second Legion who had been sleeping for a while, and when she opened her blue pupils, the galaxy named Macragge suddenly appeared in front of her.

"Sixteen star fortresses and weapon platforms were detected, three fleets were detected, five communication requests were detected, including images and psionic energy, and the number of void engines was detected to exceed one hundred, and there was no further intention to fire."

The short maid stood beside Morgan, her brain was connected to some instruments of the Glorious Queen-class battleship, and her powerful computing power allowed her to easily accept tens of thousands of data, and then quickly pick out the most important ones. , reporting to her mistress.

Of course, sometimes simple reporting may not work.

"Give me your instructions, Mistress."

"Please wake up, mistress."

The voice of a young maid echoed in the room no one was allowed to enter, and she called again and again until the bean bag in front of her raised a lazy arm and then sank down again.

The maid blinked her eyes, and after a moment of hesitation, the operating program already written in her mind told her what to do.

The dining cart filled with muffins and white chocolate was temporarily pushed aside, the maid stretched her wrist, rolled up her sleeves, walked up to the Primarch, grabbed her foot, and gently dragged it back and forth, Let Morgan's will keep awake to her rhythm.

"Not yet in deep rest, mistress."

"You still have work to do."

[...I...I know...]

After pulling back and forth for more than ten seconds, Morgan's intermittent waking voice activated the stop button in the maid's mind. In her ruthless red pupils, the Lord of the Second Legion struggled to climb up from her cushion When she got up, she was wearing a white robe that was too loose, and she still looked a little sleepy.

According to the standards of the Primarch, this is inevitably a bit slow: but this is the normal reaction that Morgan will have when he is in the state of [bloating] after eating a lot of food, which is somewhat similar to the low blood pressure of ordinary people.

"You need to eat, mistress: this is your order reserved before rest."

The glass of ice water that was handed somewhat relieved Morgan's distraction. It took her a few seconds to fully wake up, and then she looked aside: the maid she personally built was pushing a silver-white dining car. There is a beautiful pink texture around the edges.

This is exactly Arnia: Although the Primarch of the Iron Warriors strengthened Morgan's handmaiden by a billion points, in the eyes of the Lord of the Second Legion, her handmaid was still so weak that she could only fight against and long-range Sniping and killing a few Astartes fighters is just not suitable for her.

Therefore, the Lord of the Second Legion chose to further process her maid in her laboratory, to let her understand what a maid should do: for example, the most efficient cleaning and pastry making, and the effect is also Very gratifying, the Spider Queen lived a happy rice bug life as she wished.

She is already thinking about whether to build more [handmaids]. Anyway, she has already understood the modification blueprints and weapon installation strategies that Perturabo gave her, and the Dawnbreakers don't have the slightest idea of ​​the existence of Arnia. Suspicious and apprehensive, Lana and the others even treated the only maid who could enter and exit the Primarch's residence carefully, for fear that their strength would accidentally injure that fragile arm and torso.

"What would you like to eat, mistress?"

The maid slowly pushed the dining car in front of Morgan, and the Spider Queen casually glanced at the assortment of three-story towers, entangled in the warm air of black tea and coffee.

Everything looks so perfect and tempting: the bright sandwich occupies the lowermost kingdom, the thin slice of cucumber competes with the smoked ham; and the fluffy baked muffin is flowing The sweet and wonderful honey, which forms a wonderful sweet opponent with the crispy egg rolls, replaced the scones that Morgan didn't like, and occupied the second tier in the three-story tower.

The top layer is the most gorgeous: the smooth and soft tiramisu is made with the most authentic mascarpone cheese, sprinkled with cocoa powder like a black snow layer, and exudes a light coffee wine smell ; and the black forest cake, which has both the delicateness of chocolate and the mellowness of kirsch, is not at all inferior; the apple pie, which is charred on the outside and tender on the inside, is cut open, and the viscous soup that catches the mouth water flows out, like magma The egg tart has been remodeled, and the taste of the shell is the soft and rotten style that the Primarch likes most.

[Reliable as always, my lovely Ania, it is really a genius decision to enter all the knowledge of desserts into your processor. 】

The Primarch hummed a Welsh tune briskly, she inserted a piece of mousse cake wriggling like a jelly, and put the bright berries and thick cream into her mouth, greedily licking the flesh on her fingertips residual.

The maid blinked. She washed her hands and poured a cup of black tea for her mistress. When the crimson pupils watched the silver-haired queen wipe out most of the tower in an instant, a feeling was most intense. A deep breath of joy and satisfaction passed through her heart, which was more motivating than any roaring program.

【Have we reached Macragge? 】

"There are still seven seconds until Mr. Lana reports to you through the communicator."

[It's a little faster than I thought. 】

Morgan yawned. She walked barefoot on the floor of the room: the Primarch's private lounge was slowly built with beanbag sofas and soft low beds, which could be leaned on and sat on. Furniture is everywhere, and in those corners, there are scattered gadgets collected by the Spider Queen, and the floor of the entire room is a kind of soft tatami mat, and shoes are piled up at the door.

When she found that her emotions seemed to be recovering slowly and uncontrollably, after the initial failed suppression, Morgan chose to slowly accept and face what was wrong with her: for example, in her As she gradually regained her emotions, she seemed to be more and more like a [mortal], even to the point that compared to her other blood relatives, it was a bit too strange.

It makes people wonder... Well, there are enough things that she can't understand now.

The Primarch rubbed the corners of her brows, expelling the last trace of confusion in her mind, she casually responded to Lana's notification, and after drinking the black tea handed over by the maid, she walked out of the room where no outsiders would notice, Came to his fitting room.

【Okay, let me think about it. 】

The Lord of the Second Legion muttered to himself.

【What did the alien say...】

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The six giant war horns left behind by the ancient kings of Macragge were making sharp and hoarse roars together, and the deafening roar echoed in the city and tens of thousands of welcome crowds.

The sharp music of the No.13 Legion followed, and eight hundred silver trumpets and trumpets played a bright and triumphant music, just like an experienced band conductor. Whenever this chapter of music reaches its climax and key At the node, the crowd around the two sides of the square will involuntarily give out continuous cheers, forming waves of enthusiastic waves.

Guilliman in full ceremonial armor is standing on the platform of Titan's Gate, which is the northern entrance to the Military Square and one of the most magnificent entrances and settlements in the entire city of Macragge: its magnificent scale It is enough to accommodate thirty God's Machines at the same time. These powerful weapons headed by warrior-level Titans come from the four Titan Legions allied with Guilliman. What is unknown is that the Lord of Ultramar at this time In fact, he is still thinking about alliances with the other two Titan legions.

The Master of Macragge stands at the highest point he can have, his extraordinary hearing is occupied by music that is either lively or magnificent, and his pupils are looking back and forth at any object he can observe. In one place, from the gleaming marble floors of the Plaza de Armas below, to the beautiful estates beyond where the councilors' mansions were housed, he considered simultaneously all the elements that made up the grand welcome, making sure for the last time that nothing Offend to the place of blood relatives.

"You need not be so distressed, my lord."

When Lady Eudon approached Guilliman, the Primarch was engrossed in the victorious bodyguard assembled in the square: a force of five thousand men, and behind them were many more mortal warriors and warriors. The phalanx formed by the Astartes made Guilliman have to think, would his blood relative who only had more than 5000 heirs see this as a kind of showing off and pressure?
"No matter what you want to change, now is not a good time, my lord, your blood relative will arrive in less than 3 minutes, and any slightest change will cause chaos when she arrives. Instead of being here Instead of worrying about thinking, it is better to use your most open-minded attitude to face anything that may happen."

The words of the lord of the palace are always so rational, objective and timely, which can make Guilliman feel at ease at any time: due to various considerations, in public, Euton will only call her adopted son "My lord", after all Now they were the Archon of Macragge and his Lord of Court, not the Primarch and his beloved foster mother.

Guilliman felt bad about it, but he talked himself into it.

"I know, ma'am, I know what I have to do, you don't have to worry about it."

Guilliman replied in a low voice. Behind him, an attendant came up and handed over a data pad to the Primarch: The void shield and the right to open the airspace over Macragge can only be controlled by the Primarch. Activated by the genetic samples of the human body, this technology has been flexibly and widely used in many important matters of the Legion.

Guilliman took over the data pad, and the layers of the city's system were in operation because of his orders. Almost in the blink of an eye, the figure of another Queen of Glory class warship was faintly visible in the clear sky of Macragge, The superhuman senses of the Ultramarines Lord allowed him to spot the group of Stormbirds emerging from the far reaches of the sky before all scanning devices.

"Her squires are fewer than I thought."

Guilliman muttered in a low voice, causing the lord of the palace to show a silent smile.

Under the gaze of the Primarch, the Stormbirds painted silver and white landed on the military square one by one, without any fancy or connotative performance, and there was no invisible display of military power, just like After completing a basic mission, the flight engines of the Second Legion landed one after another, their movements are as simple and unpretentious as their painting: the silver-white appearance is simply but accurately sprayed with sequences such as [Ⅱ] , or the emblem of the Dawnbreaker Legion: the sun in a Celtic circle.

When Guilliman saw three hundred Dawnbreakers lined up neatly and standing in the square like that, he remembered his worry and jealousy a few seconds ago. He was afraid that his blood relatives would show off their strength , making the meeting tense: now it was Lord Macragge's turn to feel a little bit of remorse for his narrow-mindedness.

"Dorlo, Glod, you follow me, Auguston, please leave this place to you."

After assigning orders to the Commander of the First World War II and the Commander of the Invincible Iron Guard in turn, the Primarch turned his head and glanced at his adoptive mother, drawing the last strength from her silent smile, and then also showed a kind of The kind but incomparably solemn smile that best represented Macragge walked off the platform.

From a distance, he saw that his blood relatives also chose the same moment to get off her Stormbird. Behind her was an extremely solemn guard. His silver-white armor was dotted with spark red. It was trimmed with gold, and the stern face reminded Guilliman vaguely of his unpopular brother.

Just like Don...

The Lord of Macragge murmured in his heart, he walked down the steps and walked towards his blood relatives, just like his blood relatives did the same opposite thing, the two primarchs slowly approached each other, they The initial distance between them may be one kilometer long. This is a long wait. All the noise and horns have disappeared at this moment, and even the noisy voice of the crowd has gradually decreased. An unprecedented silence enveloped the base. In Liman's ear, it made him feel uncomfortable.

He saw Morgan, they were only a few hundred meters away now, and he could easily observe this blood relative who was only in legend.

She was wearing a white gown, the color of which was similar to that of the precipitated marble statue, and the hem of the skirt was obviously self-made, because it didn't fall off at all, but it perfectly covered the constantly intertwined Toes, Guilliman couldn't even see what shoes his blood relatives were wearing.

On the upper body, she uses a pair of exquisite half-body armor as the perfect answer to the dress. The patterns on the armor are simple and majestic, telling that its owner is not a delicate and tender girl, but a member of the kingdom and class. The complex forms gathered on both sides of the armor, and finally bowed to the power held by the sun in the Celtic circle, and near the neck, the magic five stars that symbolized Morgan's personal logo were It plays the dual role of brooch and majesty, telling the authority and power of its owner.

She has a beautiful face, like a pure girl, but her sharp pupils tell the majesty of a soldier and a commander, and the aftertaste between her eyebrows and eyes tells everyone that there is wisdom and rational thoughts in her chest. It is her most valuable and important corner.

This is his blood relative, Lord of the Second Legion of the Imperium, Primarch of the Dawnbreaker...

The Lord of Macragge felt that his breathing was becoming a little faster at an unfathomable speed. When he saw the eagle marks that symbolized the descendants of Romulus and Remus, he unexpectedly There was a subconscious emotion: finally, not all blood relatives were incompatible with Mackula anymore.

If such a female eagle can be a close neighbor of the five hundred worlds, it may not be a completely bad thing: at the very least, there should be some tacit understanding in her heart that the five hundred worlds of Ultramar can learn from without a teacher. .

So thought the Primarch: So, he was the first to reach out.

"You are welcome, blood relative."

[My honor, blood relative. 】

Guilliman smiled, and in his smile, those eyes that could penetrate all rational thoughts were looking at the pale face and beautiful hair, accompanied by those silver threads being blown up by the wind, As the blunt end brushed against Guilliman's armor, the Primarch realized something.

He suddenly realized: the first time he saw his blood relatives from a distance, he seemed to see a phantom, a breath that made him feel familiar and close, as if it would make him unconsciously start to rely on him. trust.

Morgan, his blood relative, seemed to contain some secrets, some aura, some important factors that were common on Macragge, which made the master of the Ultramarines feel familiar.

what is that……

A moment of thought flashed through the Primarch's mind. In his conscious and unconscious deliberation, the two Primarchs had already exchanged a few useless and necessary words. The smiles on their faces passed through various instruments, making the square Countless mortals around were caught in the noise of peace and enthusiasm.

Everything goes well, doesn't it?
Guilliman made a gesture, inviting his blood relatives to climb the few remaining steps with him to the platform overlooking everything, while the four Primarch Guards from the two legions followed a few steps behind. far behind.

The Lord of Macragge walked in front, and his brain experienced unimaginable roars and roars in a short moment, and the thinking that was enough to start ten star regions was constantly rushing around a problem. This kind of effort is So effective, when Guilliman looked back again, he already had the answer.

Look at the smiles of his blood relatives.

In his eyes, it was so like...

……

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picture……

Ms. Euton?

(End of this chapter)