Emperor's Bane

Chapter 229 Hello, Guilliman ([-])

For a moment, the Lord of the Ultramarines looked a little strange.

He seemed to see something that shocked him: from the gene-mother of the Second Legion.

This was observed by the Old Guard at the very beginning of the ceremony.

Jean-Lana was standing on the edge of the platform at this time, he stood in the third place behind his Primarch, second only to the unparalleled Councilor Marshall and the Chief Champion Bayar, and the daughter of Avalon In the name of the tyrant's chief guard, he was able to stand not far from the two Primarchs, always raising those theoretically trivial emergencies.

This is an exquisite position, and it is also an art of symmetry: Although there was no rehearsal or communication in advance, the legion leaders standing behind the two Primarchs can see a few traces on the faces of the opponents. A very familiar look.

The veteran Marshall was looking at Marius Gage: the ex-legion commander who handed over the Ultramarines to the Lord of Macragge, he was said to have fought in the name of Thunder Warrior; Bayar was quite interested He looked at Valentus-Dorro who was staring at him: hero of Ultramar, champion of Guilliman.

As for Lanar himself, he once thought that he would fight against the famous head of the Invincible Iron Guard, but when Guilliman introduced the heirs around him, he heard a name that made him feel strange: Fra Tooth-Auguston.

The name felt strange to him, but Lana could guess what kind of character he was just by seeing that rough arrogance.

Born fighters - but elsewhere, unknown.

Rana came to this conclusion, satisfied with it, and quickly turned his attention to what really mattered: he hadn't checked the Primarch's safety for a good five seconds, which was almost a dereliction of duty.

This kind of conclusion may sound alarmist, even ridiculous, but among the hundreds of fighters on the platform, this is a real and widespread situation: every moment, there are dozens of pairs full of vigilance and Rational eyes focused on the two primarchs with normal faces.

This spacious and magnificent lookout place seemed to be accompanied by this somewhat slow conversation, and turned into an overly noisy morning sky: the sons of the two emperors were like the dim sun and moon at dawn, Beside them, there are countless shining stars around them, which are the focused eyes of the Astartes.

Among the many fools present, perhaps only one person can escape from this stupid state of care and confusion: the lord of the palace is standing on the edge of the crowd, she didn't get too close because of her double nobility, she just grasped A perspective that can witness everyone, like a mother who sees a serious drama between children, showing a silent smile.

In the smile of Ms. Youton, the welcome ceremony on the military square ended with a perfect ending. The massive crowd around the square returned to the square in an orderly manner In my daily life, these men and women who were far from being real fighters, but mostly experienced paramilitary training, gave Morgan's heirs a very deep impression.

The Lord of Ultramarines took a fleeting moment, his eyes more powerful than any contemplative or calculating device, and scanned the crowd on both sides of the square until he confirmed that everything was going according to his plan, Fulfilling the order and orders, Macragge's consul regained his full smile. He led his blood relatives to the Avenue of Heroes, and the end of it was the famous Castle of Hera.

The two Primarchs led a river of indigo and pale silver with unstoppable momentum toward their destination, and behind them followed their best offspring. As for those who came from Maku Lager and even the mortal dignitaries and councilors from the universes of Ultramar were allowed to greet them on both sides of the road. Busy trade, with optimism and greedy desires.

"Among these mortals, some came to Macragge two months earlier."

The Lord of Macragge, seemingly inadvertently, revealed such information to his blood relatives after passing the welcoming formation formed by those mortals.

"Because of their location, most of them come from the northern part of the five hundred worlds, or the borders of the northwest and northeast. You should have heard of the most famous places: among them is the casting bishop of Acatlan , the Titan Prince of Mankola, the Supreme King of Nimsa, and the Hive Governor of Planet Ikar 4..."

"You should know these places."

The smile of the Lord of Ultramarines was so gentle and harmless, and Morgan stroked the upside-down magic five-star on his chest armor, and also showed a smile that was flawless from any angle in return.

I know, of course I know.

Acatlan and Mancora, as the bases of Forge World and Titan Legion, hold the shortest path from the west of Avalon to the Maelstrom; One place is enough to sandwich the whole of Avalon in the middle.

And the Ikar 4 star?

Ha, this hive world is just south of Avalon, and it is very close to Morgan's territory: if the Lord of Macragge hadn't explained it himself, Morgan wouldn't even know that the governor of this place has long been an Avalon. Trama's servants.

Has her east, west, and south already been indigo of the Ultramarines?
Well, let her think, which brother is next to the only remaining north?

Ok……

Looks like Perturabo.

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*bad language.

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and so……

What do you want to express to me?The king of the five hundred worlds?
Under the premise of maintaining etiquette, the smile in the Spider Queen's pupils was gradually swallowed by her cold thoughts. When she looked directly at Guilliman again, the corners of her mouth were still ritually hanging, but the blue Only reason and inquiry remained in his pupils.

And Guilliman happened to see these rational pupils.

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What a resemblance to Ms. Euton.

The Lord of the Ultramarines couldn't help but sigh with emotion. For a moment, he even saw a wonderful scene from decades ago in these rational pupils: Ms. Euton was not always kind, and when he did commit a crime When he makes some mistakes and impulsiveness, he will also be greeted by this rational pupil.

It's nostalgic, isn't it?
A smile crossed the corner of the Primarch's mouth. In his eyes, this blood relative who radiated the light of the City of Seven Hills seemed to have a rare and precious temperament. He had only seen such a temperament among a few people. : Even the other primarchs, who are also the heirs of the emperor, do not all have such a temperament.

Such a conclusion has become a primitive instinct, like a savage grass, rapidly growing in the marble heart of Lord Macragge running reason and thinking. This scene seems so discordant, but There is another good reason.

A certain Lord of Macragge, never acknowledging his spiritualist element, was less naturally resistant to beings in the Warp than his brothers.

Naturally, after facing the identity of Morgan's awakened primarch, the innate passive subspace skill [Thousands of faces], when other primarchs can barely resist, or maintain a relatively indifferent attitude when.

The great, strong and rational Lord Macragge was successfully recruited in an instant.

When he saw his blood relatives, he couldn't help feeling "Ms. Uton" in his heart, an inherent impression was planted deep in his heart at the moment when the Primarch didn't notice , when he looked at the Lord of Avalon again, he seemed to regard her as a figure who could communicate more and more serious matters.

But even so, when the next words of the Lord of the Second Legion reached Guilliman's ears, he still heard something wrong.

[Maybe we can be more sincere with each other, brother. 】

Seeing that they were getting closer and closer to the Hera Fortress, and the towering towers and fortress barriers had cast shadows, blocking the sun from their eyes, the Lord of the Second Legion stopped pulling, and her words came in a kind of The polite indifference is revealed, making people unable to pick out more rejection and dissatisfaction.

[Any complex and fancy language art is nothing more than ignorance of the communication object, and the desire to get more bargaining chips for myself before cutting into the real topic, but I don’t think such things should happen to you and me, right? ? 】

"Yes."

Guilliman's smile still seemed so enthusiastic. He turned his head, glanced at the mortal who had been left behind, and slowly spoke part of the truth in his heart.

"Our two kingdoms are so close together, Morgan, that we can be friendly neighbors, helping each other when necessary: ​​as any two Primarchs, any two Legions will do, But you and I are slightly different from them, our will will involve more power and the world, so for such things, you and I should have a proper communication in advance."

The steps of the Primarch stopped in front of the magnificent gate of Hera Castle, and the footsteps and eyes of countless people stopped in unison with their movements, waiting for any order that the two extraordinary kings would issue.

[Cooperation... and communication? 】

Morgan's words paused for a second, and she was greeted by Guilliman's kind smile.

"Yes, cooperation and communication."

"The Great Crusade is such an era, and we and every compatriot in the galaxy are destined to have such a future, aren't we?"

Morgan pursed her lips. She didn't answer the question right away, but looked carefully at Guilliman's face, eager to find any camouflage enough to make her suspicious and ridiculed on the statue of the perfect legion.

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Got nothing.

Just like the exploration of his heart: except for some complicated political considerations, he found nothing at all, and his heart was so brightly spread out to the Spider Queen, writing some unbelievably simple sincerity, friendliness, and rationality, Or it may be the satisfaction of the actual situation, the expectation for a bright future, and the belief in a glorious cause.

The Spider Queen blinked her eyes. She took it for granted that she had never made a mistake and could probe into anyone's heart, but the results of this time's display made her instinctively suspicious.

Who can have such a bright and hopeful heart?

Or……

Is this a perfect enough disguise to tease her, or is it ridiculous that it is almost impossible to exist... Sincerely, Brightheart?
For a moment, Morgan hesitated for a while, and her proud soul exploration told her clearly that the blond-haired Lord of Macragge in front of her was indeed expressing the words deep in his heart: He longs for candid cooperation and friendly communication, and while it does have some political intent mixed in, it's definitely the flame of sincerity and sincerity.

He has no reservations in his heart, and his protection of his thoughts and desires is as weak as Perturabo's love for his heirs. Morgan's detection is like a hot knife cutting through melted butter, and he saw Maku easily. The influence of the Lord of Raga's body and mind, and then the sinful eyes were stung by those radiant great beliefs and noble desires, and he couldn't help leaving tears of pain in his will.

Her investigation was too easy, and everything she detected was really...

Sincere, rational, harmonious, friendly...

All the good things are burning less than two meters away from her. These fires are so bright that people can hardly look directly at them. They are as radiant as the sun, and they are enough to refine a fire that walks in the mortal world. The mind of God rests in the mildest mortal body.

In short: standing in front of her is a normal person, a normal person who is so normal that it is impossible to be normal in layman's terms.

A normal person who is so normal that in the Primarch, it seems not so normal.

Morgan blinked. For a moment, she couldn't accept it. She couldn't help but think of the names she had faced before: Magnus, Perturabo, Jonson, and Leman Russ...

and so……

Her brothers, are there actually normal people?A normal person who is so normal that Morgan first feels that he is not so normal?
Is this something that really exists?

Her genetic father actually knew how to create a normal person?

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Avalonian shock.

Morgan's face was slightly distorted. It took her less than a second to accept this explosive message, but she quickly raised a new question: could all this be a seamless disguise, a person who could The inherent power of delusion that the separatist king who has mastered five hundred worlds can rely on?
... makes sense, doesn't it.

After all, if he is really a Primarch, if he is really a unique hybrid creation fabricated by the Lord of Humanity with extraordinary technology and some inexplicable elements of the warp, how can he be so unreasonable to Morgan? The detection is so weak that it can easily see the deepest part of the heart?

Unless he thinks he is a human being, he is a pure human being who is three to four meters tall, infinitely powerful, has a brain like a super meditator, and has the aura of ruling all nations, a person who does not involve any mysterious elements Creatures of flesh and blood...

It shouldn't be so stupid... stubborn.

Morgan thought so, and on the opposite side of her, the Lord of Macragge blinked his eyes with some doubts. After realizing that his blood relatives did not reply him immediately, Guilliman began to think instinctively. Is there something wrong with the words.

Too impatient?Too reckless?Or was there something wrong with it that he hadn't noticed before?
Guilliman thought seriously: there is no doubt that his words were sincere, and under the timely enlightenment of that sincere heart of flame and Ms. Euton, Lord Macragge relaxed after a short rest. He finally figured out the simple question: since he couldn't fully guarantee why his blood relatives would expand their territory so close to Macragge, it wouldn't be a mistake to befriend her first things.

If all this is really a pure coincidence, then one more friend would not be a bad thing anyway: the five hundred worlds are indeed a little far away from the core area of ​​the empire, and in the darkness and storm at the edge of the galaxy, he always needs more Many allies.

And if Morgan's footsteps symbolize the concerns of the Holy Terra or even the Lord of Humanity, then he doesn't mind expressing his attitude through the proposal of cooperation, to show that his country within a country will not interfere with the great cause of the empire, he Happy to maintain Ultramar's independence and its connection to the Empire in any way, and the cooperation with Morgan also serves as a good example.

Going deeper, Guilliman has also considered some more practical issues: his blood relatives may be an appropriate channel, a great banner, to show Macragge's obedience to the imperial policy, and her cooperation has It is beneficial to break the inherent impression of Ultramar in people's hearts as a country in China, and the extremely close distance is doomed that most of the cooperation will not be a long expedition, and the main force of the Ultramarines will not be too far away from Ultramar. Yuan: The last point is the little thought of Lord Macragge.

Such thoughts converged in Guilliman's heart, and became stronger as his blood relatives actually appeared before his eyes: the Lord of Macragge felt from the bottom of his heart that his blood relatives would be a rational person , just like all her rumors, she has the mind to support the greatest war. It will not be difficult to cooperate and cooperate with such a character and persuade her to accept political considerations.

But now, this is not a purely pure thought at all. The setbacks that followed the first show of friendship made Guilliman a little nervous. He kept smiling, looked at Morgan who was observing him carefully, and thought Did I say something wrong.

Could it be the phrase [any two primaries, any two legions] that made her have some bad speculations?It is said that she has served the Dark Angels for ten years. Does this make her overly sensitive to the identity of the Primarch and the independence of the Legion.

In his heart, Guilliman couldn't help but frowned, and began to complain that he couldn't take good care of his blood relatives' emotions, and as the two primarchs fell into a certain stagnation at the same time, finally, their weird behavior was long enough to be recognized by those behind him. The discoveries and doubts of the children.

And when dozens of doubtful eyes came at the same time, the two Primarchs also reacted at the same time. They glanced at each other, and then showed the most obvious smiles at the same time. The silent tacit understanding made the two laugh The voices staggered, overturning the uneasiness of everyone present at the first time.

[Forgive me, my brother. 】

Amidst the laughter, Morgan's muffled apology echoed in Guilliman's heart.

[Your words are really a bit...frank, I have never received such a direct kindness. 】

Hearing this, Guilliman couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, he was a little curious.

"If I remember correctly, Jonson was also a straightforward person."

[Have you had a long talk with him? 】

"No."

[Then you will know later: any carnivore is a master of camouflage and lurking. 】

The two Primarchs looked at each other again, and then they laughed again.

"Please, blood relatives."

[Thank you, the famous Hera Castle, I must see it. 】

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At this time, there was still about one Terra standard hour before the luxurious dinner that Guilliman had booked.

In the castle of Hera, you can already see the high-ranking servants back and forth preparing carefully crafted tableware and silk. This is really too fragile, so most of the fighters stay in the various rests prepared in advance. In the room, waiting for the time of the dinner party prepared for the entertainment of the Primarch.

Only ten Astartes warriors followed their respective Primarchs, advancing up the deep stairs of Hera Castle, and Lanar was in this position as a matter of course, before him Marshall and Bayal, and before him Behind him are the two old guards he personally selected.

As the exquisite workshops and magnificent sculptures were left behind by them, the chief old guard couldn't help thinking a little bit, and he began to wonder about a question.

What is the lord of Macragge in front of him going to talk to his gene mother?
Originally, Lana didn't care about such things, but with the progress of his friendship with Hawthorne, he gradually had a vague understanding: as the Primarch's bodyguard, he should not just A simple fighter, he should be able to... think.

And what better way to exercise thinking ability and level than trying to figure out the actions of a Primarch?

Thinking of this, Lana couldn't help recalling some things: as Morgan's chief guard, he witnessed the meeting between the Lord of the Second Legion and his two blood relatives.

King Prospero enthusiastically introduced his mother planet to his blood relatives. Although Queen Gene refused to let her heirs follow her around all the time, Lana was sure of Magnus's passionate feelings for his blood relatives.

As for Perturabo, although he looks a bit weird and strange, but just from the breathtaking tower, he still attaches great importance to his blood relatives, at least the Lord of the Second Legion. close.

But Guilliman...

Hard to say.

Lana is not sure about this ambitious man's attitude towards blood relatives. He always wonders what kind of complicated and profane things are thinking under the smiling face of Lord Macragge: This is not his prejudice, but It is a disguised consensus of the entire empire.

However, Lana will not completely believe in these consensuses: at the very least, the Lord of Macragge has given the most magnificent welcome ceremony to his blood relatives, although the tens of thousands of troops and dozens of gods On the contrary, it is more like showing off like a military parade, more like showing off its muscles silently, telling the power of Ultramar.

But that doesn't mean anything, does it?After all, he wanted to see Guilliman's next move, and then deduce his attitude and thinking towards the Lord of the Second Legion.

What will the separatist king of the five hundred worlds do?What would he take his own blood relatives to visit?Such few followers and such an urgent pace must be something that Guilliman is quite concerned about.

Is it like Magnus, showing off the home planet he governs?Or, like Perturabo, prepared a rare spectacle for his own blood?

In Guilliman's impenetrable heart, what does he care about?
Lana's confusion was so exuberant that he had an answer in no time.

The Lord of Macragge activated layers of defenses and shields, and led a group of people to the depths of Hera Castle, where there was a tightly guarded room, which was empty except for a huge From the star map that can be used as a sand table, it attracts everyone's attention in the interlacing of lights.

Lana could tell right away that this was the detailed star map of the five hundred worlds, the Avalon star region, and many nearby space regions. He could clearly see the great vortex on both sides of the star map and the Damocles Bay. , Those signals marking the various worlds under Morgan's command are so standard that Lana can't help but break into a cold sweat.

At this time, everyone heard Guilliman's words.

Everyone heard: Lord Macragge, the first request, the first invitation sent by the silver-haired blood relative he met for the first time.

"Morgan, my blood."

Guilliman smiled, and he pointed to a place on the star map: it was the buffer zone between Morgan's Kingdom and the Five Hundred Worlds, it was adjacent to Damocles Bay, and on the other side were countless Belonging Chaos Stars.

The voice of Lord Macragge echoed clearly in everyone's ears.

"Before we start everything, my dear blood relatives, as I told you before, you and I are the rulers of one side appointed by the empire, and any set of conversations between us may cause unnecessary confusion , especially when our management areas are still blurred and we don’t know enough about each other, if we rashly mix our personal emotions with the actual situation, it will not be of any more benefit to either of us.”

"Therefore, in the name of the obligations that the Primarch and the Lord of the Legion should fulfill, before we further conduct detailed dialogues and negotiations, we should be familiar with each other and know the bottom line in our hearts, and carry out within an appropriate range. Talk and avoid the contradictions and mistakes that will arise in conversation."

"And the biggest contradiction and mistake is now before us: as people who guard remote frontiers for the empire, the scope of responsibility between us is still vague, which is not conducive to future cooperation and communication. "

"Let's work this out."

"Before everything starts, let's make a clear distinction between each other, our respective responsibilities and future psychological expectations, and explain our respective management areas."

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Lana clenched her fists tightly.

he……

he!
How dare he!
The heartless tyrant!This ambitious separatist!Is this his attitude towards the blood relatives he met for the first time!Is this the first sentence he wants to officially say to his sister!Is this the first thing he thought of after seeing his relatives!

Blasphemy!

arrogant!

Ambitious!

Sure enough... Sure enough, there is nothing wrong with the rumors!

Lana gritted his teeth, he didn't see the face of his primarch, but when he saw the expressions of course on the faces of the sons of Guilliman, he only felt a different kind of sadness and fear.

Knew it……

Macragge.

A country within a country.

(End of this chapter)