Emperor's Bane

Chapter 230 Hello, Guilliman ([-])

Clear responsibilities and confirm obligations.

Or in other words, disregarding the power of heaven, dividing the territory and splitting the soil.

Of course, the Macragge Consul will not admit the latter two points: in his mouth, these are nothing more than two gene primarchs guarding the remote frontier for the empire, and they are roughly understanding and communicating their respective responsibilities, which belong to their authority A little limit operation within.

The results of all discussions can be changed later, and all verbally signed treaties are only of reference significance. No matter what kind of consensus they reach, a paper order from the Lord of Humanity or Holy Terra is always the best. The priority is enough to completely overturn any agreement or reference document reached between them.

And what they are doing now is only on the premise that no systematic guidance documents have been transmitted from the war council on the Lord of Humanity and Holy Terra. The two managers are testing each other for further development in the future. It is necessary to construct the foundation of a cooperative system, and give priority to building a simple system that can trust each other.

This system does not have any authority and possibility of enforcement. Its only function is to refer to and disclose some fait accompli facts, so that both parties can understand the current situation and future expectations, so that further cooperation can have more opportunities. Success rate.

Orally, in front of the crowd, Guilliman said so.

And in his heart, in the depths of his thoughts that Morgan could detect, he also thought so from the bottom of his heart, but there was a little resistance from some politicians.

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Morgan fell into hesitation, and for a moment she felt a bit of Perturabo's distress: the friendliness, loyalty and kindness shown by the person in front of him, is it really what he thinks in his heart?And not subtle enough to confuse the real?
When the consul of Macragge spread out the star map, he discussed everything in the southeast border of the galaxy with his blood relatives: the empire world, the unknown star field, the mysterious vortex, and those future enemies who cannot be surrendered or need to be wiped out. At that time, Morgan was listening carefully on the outside, but her soul was busy doing another thing.

With a certain attitude of not giving up, when the Lord of Macragge pointed to the worlds that contain abundant manpower and resources, and talked about their history and functions, the spider queen's web of will was scattered under her orders. It turned into thousands of threads of sharp edges that no one could notice, and surrounded the blood relatives opposite her in the sea of ​​souls.

She still doesn't believe it, and she still doesn't want to face the pure sun she saw through scouting: maybe Guilliman's disguise is too ingenious?Clever enough to completely fool her proud deep vision?

Morgan was still unwilling to let go of this conjecture that could be called self-sabotage. Her will unbelievingly swept across Guilliman's completely open heart over and over again. Rise: Could there really be a Primarch so psychically retarded?So dull that it is no different from a red-skinned eugen forest?
There are too many questions, and too many confusions, so much that Morgan is not even willing to believe the only answer that can easily answer all these, that is: Guilliman is really a very rare one among the Primarchs. A normal person is so normal that his three views and worldview are no different from an excellent mortal, and he does not have more defenses against psychic powers, because he does not think he will be a psychic creature at all, so he never There is basically no defense against subspace.

Or even worse: perhaps he believed in the Imperial truth from the bottom of his heart, and was ready to use so-called scientific concepts to interpret the Warp and all the products it influenced.

【…】

In addition to being extremely absurd in itself, this answer is indeed perfect, and can answer all the problems Morgan encountered.

So, would anyone really believe in that imperial truth?

【…】

Weird, look again.

The Spider Queen looked at a certain primarch in front of her who was sincerely in love with the vast star map, and believed this absurd answer, but under her deep-rooted cautious thinking, Morgan decided to give it a last try.

Fortunately, among the few attendants carried by the two Primarchs, there is no powerful intelligence bank. The Lord of Macragge may regard this as a silent gesture of favor, but it does help the spiders Queen's little tricks.

A psychic spear so small that people can hardly feel pain, but enough to be vaguely noticed, took shape in the whisper of the Lord of the Second Legion. After glancing at the blood relatives who were still talking, Morgan pretended to change positions, her will churning in the sea of ​​souls, and smashed the spear into the back of Guilliman's seemingly defenseless head.

The Spider Queen can swear by the souls of countless aliens who died under her hands. This is definitely a blow that was caught off guard, and it is enough to make any psychic feel a sense of the most basic crisis: if in front of her is a master of disguise, Then even the wildest animal instinct under the tense nerves is enough to make him react, thus revealing his real flaws.

So... what is the truth?

Morgan stared closely at the Lord of Macragge opposite her, with some expectation in her eyes.

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? !
Guilliman touched his head, he stopped his words and looked around.

Is it an illusion?Why did he feel as if someone was hitting him with a stone?
The slight pain was fleeting. When Guilliman walked out of the confusion and looked at the blood relative opposite him again, he keenly captured that there seemed to be a kind of pain on Morgan's rational and perfect face. The momentary distortion and unnaturalness, as if she had to face and accept a supernatural event far beyond her imagination.

She frowned, her blue pupils flickered with sincere confusion, her lips parted slightly, her tongue licked her teeth, and she took a deep breath: everything was only for a moment, but it was enough to be caught by Guilliman's gaze. captured.

and so……

Could it be that there is something wrong with his words?

The Lord of Macragge thought of this possibility first, and quickly became nervous about it: Guilliman knew very well that his words were actually somewhat offensive. Although they did not violate any law of the empire, they also unintentionally violated Certain [default rules].

It stands to reason that the Primarchs have no time to dictate the ownership of any empire world and carve it up privately: if it is just about the transfer and gift of one or two worlds, it would be harmless, but now it is in front of the two Primarchs Yes, but it is a huge map covering dozens of star regions, and their combined area is comparable to the smallest empire star region.

Here I have to praise the Lord of the Ultramarines' operational capabilities and means of coordinating the overall situation: As a remote area on the southeasternmost border of the galaxy, the five hundred worlds of Ultramar have already It has established an extraordinary influence in the Far East star field. Although the body of the five hundred worlds has not changed, its sphere of influence has reached as far as the maelstrom area, radiating about one-sixth of the galaxy.

It is also such a huge influence that radiates the area, so that rumors such as "Guilliman's huge ambition" have been enduring in various parts of the human empire, and the Lord of Macragge has also heard a few words related to it , but he never really cared about these rumors: Ultramar’s semi-independence comes from the personal consent of the Lord of Human Beings. incline.

As for his continuous expansion of his private territory: In fact, every Astartes Legion has the right to manage and rule the unknown world that is self-explored and conquered by itself. Just a little too enthusiastic.

In general, Guilliman has nothing to fear from his brothers and mortals who accuse him, since he has a clear conscience.

But now, it's different: he is indeed doing something that touches the bottom line.

In fact, the Lord of Macragge is not unaware that he did this [unruly]. In his plan, he is also constantly thinking about whether to delete this activity: but after seeing his Avalon blood relatives After having rational pupils that are almost identical to Ms. Euton's, the Primarch of the Ultramarines subconsciously determined that his blood relatives must also be a rational and thoughtful person, and she would know the Lord of Macragge like this to do, and to recognize the goodwill and cooperative attempts he expressed.

Yes, there was a moment when Guilliman's blood overcame his prudence, when the vengeful son of the Primarch overcame the Macragge's consul, and the eagerness for the future broke through the weak Calm down, let Guilliman utter those words, utter those dangerous words.

A blood relative who might be like-minded and think the same as him: Although it is not completely certain, the possibility of this reality alone is enough to make the Lord of Macragge excited, and then he rises as a matter of course. desire for cooperation.

The first step of cooperation is naturally to reveal the bottom line and interest demands of both parties, so as to achieve cooperation in those places that do not conflict, and seek coexistence in those places that do conflict: thus, the star map is spread out, and a rather The [Ambitious] Lord of Macragge appeared in front of the Dawnbreakers.

That doesn't sound like the behavior of a mature statesman, but the question is: is Lord Macragge really a mature statesman?Does he really have that cold heart that disregards shame, puts interests first, and keeps smooth and rational anytime and anywhere?Or, can he really extinguish his impulsiveness and recklessness for the sake of the ideal in his heart, and swallow the evil consequences of reality silently and appreciatively?
If he had, he wouldn't be called the Son of Vengeance.

If he had, perhaps in another world not quite like it, perhaps in that world called Calth, he would not be bound by the crudest lies and the simplest The aggression of the world and the massacre of one's own heirs are regarded as a [misunderstanding].

In fact, at least during the glory days of the Great Crusade, Macragge's consul was by no means a complete statesman. A simple thought that benefits the public, but he is still far from a real politician.

He is too naive, and he is too rational.

He was too calm, and he was too reckless.

He has a universal mind, but he is persistently attached to Ultramar.

He is loyal and reliable, but he is always unwilling to take the initiative to provoke the leader.

He can sort out a well-organized plan when no one is around, but he will also act extremely irrationally under the slight interference of the environment and reality.

He's politically tactful when he has to, but sometimes all it takes is the simplest of lies and misdirection to be ludicrously stupid.

These are undoubtedly his shortcomings, but on the other hand, these are also his strengths. His passion, his innocence, and even his often suppressed restless heart formed a perseverant, firm belief in hope and hope. Glory's noble heart, together with his political skills and thinking ability, constitutes a primarch who looks at all, and for ordinary mortals, the greatest and most important heir of the emperor. Compared with him, The Archangel of Baal is too divine, and although the Dragon of Mercy on Nocturne Star has enough heart, it also lacks the ability and means to benefit the public.

Only Guilliman, with the help of his strengths and weaknesses, can build a true paradise, a great mortal home.

Of course, all of this does not prevent Lord Macragge from being in an embarrassing situation: shortcomings are still shortcomings after all, and at this moment, the shortcomings called recklessness and naivety have successfully hit the poor Primarch, he couldn't help but start to regret his impulsive actions.

It is indeed exciting to meet blood relatives who can be said to be like-minded and share common goals, but it is still inappropriate if it is too obvious and impetuous to engage in some sensitive political matters.

The moment he spread out the star map and spoke, Guilliman quickly realized this: but it was already too late, the Lord of Macragge could only look at his blood relatives in embarrassment, until Morgan gave him a silent smile after a long silence.

For some reason, Guilliman always feels at ease whenever he sees the smile under those blue pupils: this feeling seems to be bestowed only by Ms. There is no physical resemblance, but the Lord of Macragge always feels equally familiar.

He suppressed his excitement and allowed reason to occupy the high ground again. At the same time, he carefully looked at his blood relatives, for fear that he would be punished for infidelity in the next second, or he would accidentally step on something in his blood relatives' hearts again. a red line.

He even felt that his breathing became tense in an instant: It is pitiful, although it has been nearly half a century since he returned to the human empire, the Lord of Macragge is still a chapter in getting along with his blood relatives. Snow-white paper, after all, before this, he had never thought of having an overly intimate personal relationship with his blood relatives: that would be inappropriate.

And now, it's time for him to swallow the bitter pill. With no experience at all, he made a mistake in the first step. Now the process of waiting for Morgan to speak is no different from a trial for him.

Guilliman stopped talking, his eyes moved along with Morgan's pupils, checking back and forth on the initially divided star maps, the heart forged in Hera Castle couldn't help but thump.

Her eyes seemed to stay in the Damocles star area for a moment, could it be that she was dissatisfied with being assigned to this desolate area?
She seemed to be silently measuring the distance from Avalon to Macragge, could it be that she was still worried about the safe distance between the two?

She looked at...

The powerful computing power has brought countless simultaneous secret ponderings. After Lord Macragge regained his ideals, his brain quickly started the routine mode of scaring himself, because Morgan was in the star chart. Thousands of worries popped up involuntarily in a short read on the Internet.

Until the Spider Queen raised her head.

Until the Lord of the Second Legion raised the corners of his lips slightly, showing countless smiles.

……

What is she laughing at?
Is that a declaration of reconciliation?

Or silent rage?
Guilliman was breathing heavily.

He awaits the result.

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Morgan was suppressing a smile.

She wants to laugh.

But she knew that she absolutely couldn't laugh out loud now: after ten years of training in the Dark Angel Legion, Morgan still had this ability.

At this time, the Lord of the Second Legion only felt a different kind of mixed flavor: she felt a kind of absurdity, a kind of weirdness, a kind of helplessness, a kind of shock...

All the emotions combined with the facts in front of him turned into a... wry smile.

Morgan lowered her head, she suppressed the corners of her lips, and suppressed her almost uncontrollable smile: No, she has to think about something less happy.

Well, what are you thinking of?

Consider the Emperor's Gift.

【…】

Very good, the effect is outstanding.

The corner of the Lord of the Second Legion's mouth couldn't help but pressed down. She looked at the star map divided by Guilliman again, which was the source of her laughter, because it showed her ambition in front of others through this picture. , Morgan saw an absurd fact.

How ridiculous...

Her prudence, her cautiousness, her self-doubt, and what she had heard from countless people, was the dictator and ambitious man entrenched in Macragge.

……

...hahahahaha
Morgan reached out and stroked the star map.

This is undoubtedly a work of art, it clearly depicts the worlds in the southeast of the galaxy that have been occupied or explored by the empire, in anyone's eyes, such a clear map can be called a proof of ambition, but Morgan could see more.

She saw the boundaries that Guilliman had drawn for his [Administrative Area] in the previous chatter: How should I put it...

This is no longer a simple matter of cutting off an arm.

Prior to this, those worlds and galaxies closest to the Avalon star sector that were cherished by Guilliman, those spheres of influence that Morgan considered to warn him, have now been waved by the lord of the five hundred worlds and turned into A complete [No Man's Land].

In the area close to the maelstrom, in the eastern border of the Milky Way, and even on the west side of Damocles Bay, which is the closest to the control areas of both sides, large swathes of spheres of influence were spit out by Guilliman with a wave of his hand. The local snakes swaying between the emperor and the five hundred worlds became the bargaining chips for Lord Macragge to express his goodwill. Those tentacles that had surrounded Morgan's country from three sides were cut off independently and turned into stars on the star map. Take a big step back.

The Lord of Macragge drew a shallow line to represent his bottom line: and the area behind this line happened to be the five hundred worlds of Ultramar in the true sense.

That is to say, apart from the worlds he had mastered before he reunited with the Lord of Humanity, in Guilliman's eyes, his huge [sphere of influence] can be regarded as an expression of goodwill, as a real help, As a gift to the empire, to express her sincerity to her blood relatives and those behind her, and a clear message:
He doesn't care about these places, he doesn't have excessive greed and possessiveness for these [spheres of influence].

Of course, Morgan can't completely eat such a huge cake, but she has already received a message from Guilliman: Except for his five hundred worlds, everything can be discussed, those forces that he regards as treasures in the eyes of outsiders The scope and peripheral countries are not what Guilliman is thinking about.

If the female tyrant of Avalon feels that her country is threatened by the five hundred worlds, then it doesn't matter, Guilliman can withdraw her sphere of influence southward, and hand over a large number of marginal areas to Morgan or the Empire.

If Holy Terra feels that the expansion of Ultramar to the Maelstrom is an ambition, then the Lord of Macragge can also give up expanding his influence and no longer spy on the richness and prosperity of the Maelstrom.

If his blood relatives feel that the two sides will be entangled with the common east, then Guilliman is also willing to take a step back, and even give up some detected galaxies to show his goodwill and sincerity of cooperation. As for Damocles Bay?Guilliman could even swear he would never set foot there again.

The concession is huge, but on paper and in public places, this is not a concession, but an [area to be developed and negotiated] between the management areas of the two legions, an [area that can be jointly developed in the future], a [ Experimental autonomous region in the eastern part of the galaxy].

This kind of random name can be changed thousands of times, and if it is necessary to reveal its truth from the perspective of a soldier: the buffer zone, it is not impossible.

Of course, all of this is not a gift for nothing, nor is it a pure outburst of goodwill in Guilliman's heart: the Lord of Macragge has long been accustomed to inserting his own political thoughts into any actions and words. When he expressed his kindness so clearly and unmistakably, he also silently told Morgan one thing:
Anything is fine, but his five hundred worlds, his real Ultramar, he took over from Kang Nuo, before the arrival of the Lord of Humanity and the Empire, he built the United Kingdom himself.

No talk.

Although it was not explicitly stated, similar meanings appeared in every action and every word of Guilliman, and the frequency was even exaggerated. It was precisely in such hints that Morgan finally saw clearly What kind of people are their own blood relatives.

then.

She smiled.

Laugh very happily.

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I was dying of laughter.

How can there be any ambitious people.

There is no one who watches over the kingship.

How can there be any [Emperor has the shadow of Alexander the Great].

How can there be any ambitious people who are entrenched in the southeastern border of the galaxy, eager to rule everything.

Who is in front of her?
In front of her, this guy who is full of pettiness, political considerations, reckless flames, and innocence and simple ideals that can be seen through at a glance, is he really the ambitious guy in those people's mouths?
……

……

Ah!
How can there be any ambitious fanatics.

How can there be any expansionist ah.

How can there be any great troubles for the empire with talents, domineering and evil intentions?

In front of her is nothing but a desire to separate one side, desire to retain a certain degree of independence in the empire, desire not to have her hometown completely assimilated by the human empire, and in actual actions, she always unconsciously separates Ultramar and The human empire is regarded as equal...

Just a vassal.

The vassal king, the vassal king of the five hundred worlds.

This may be the ultimate ideal burning in Guilliman's heart.

As for the heirs of the Emperor, one of the rulers of the human empire, the great lord of the Legion and the Primarch, and the potential ruler of the entire eastern part of the galaxy, it is completely out of Guilliman's mind, and it is completely out of his mind. Will be valued by him, his desire is only five hundred worlds, and his greed is only five hundred worlds.

A vassal.

A vassal king of five hundred worlds.

Robert Guilliman, that's all.

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【Alright then, brother】

【Let us have a chat. 】

[For our cooperation, for our common future, okay, let's have a chat. 】

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"Morgan, my blood."

"I am honored to introduce to you: my lord of the palace, my adoptive mother, one of the most important people in my life, Ms. Tarasa Eudon, she is the treasure of the five hundred worlds, and also My treasure."

The dinner after the first cooperation meeting was just a formality. In the luxurious banquet hall of Hera Castle, thousands of people gathered, and at a glance, there were some expensive and big figures: Planetary Governor , the Bishop of Mechanicus, the Supreme King of the knight family, or the councilors and nobles from all over Macragge.

These seldom-seen bigwigs are as common as summer mosquitos here, and most of them, or all of them, are eager to squeeze in front of the two Primarchs, but in front of the Primarch Guard Under the icy gaze, only a few people who were personally summoned by the Lord of Macragge succeeded in the end: but apart from this point, this was definitely a feast for both guests and hosts.

After the last glass of wine was also drunk, Guilliman and his blood relatives left the gradually dispersed crowd in a low-key manner, and came to a private reception room, followed by the guards who were left behind At the door, there is only one person who has been waiting in the room.

[First meeting, Ms. Euton. 】

Morgan's smile was still flawless. She stepped forward and bent her knees so that Jotun could shake her hand without raising his arms. The Lord of the Second Legion and the Lord of the Palace met At the same time, there was a sincere smile at the first moment, which made Lord Macragge stand aside, feeling a kind of heartfelt joy and relief.

"Even in Macragge, I have heard about the name of the Soul Drinker early in the morning."

Eudon shook hands with Morgan, she was very indifferent and calm about seeing a new Primarch, she pulled Morgan to the bench where she would sit when she talked with Guilliman, The Lord of Macragge just looked at the bench that could not accommodate another Primarch, and sat down on another chair silently.

[When I was fighting in the Dark Angels Legion, I also heard of the virtuous name from Ultramar. 】

Morgan blinked and showed her playful eyelashes at Ms. Euton.

[Mother of the Primarch, anyone will be impressed by her wisdom and rationality. 】

Eutun smiled. She looked up and down at this Primarch who was kinder than she imagined, and a huge stone in her heart couldn't help but quietly fell to the ground: If Guilliman's blood relatives are all such characters, then it's okay It's time for her to worry about it.

and……

Youton blinked: I don't know why, maybe it's because of psychological effects. When she really came into close contact with the Primarch named Morgan, the more she looked, the more she felt that she seemed to see another Killiman.

In Morgan, there seems to be a soul similar to her adopted son: in the eyes of Ms. Euton, Morgan and her child Guilliman are so similar, just as in the eyes of Guilliman, Morgan seems to be a second child. Ms. Euton is average.

"I don't have any rationality and wisdom. I was just lucky for a while. I had such an outstanding son, so I got some glory."

Morgan sat on the bench with Eudon, and the Primarch whispered her spell softly, causing her body to shrink unknowingly to a size where she could talk side by side with the Primarch Mother. After two sentences, the two ladies have already shook hands with each other, talking and laughing.

【On the contrary, I think that on top of this matter, lucky Guilliman is. 】

Seeing his blood relative smiling at him, Guilliman raised his head slightly involuntarily. His rationality and caution were washed away by his pride towards Ms. Euton. He tried his best to keep a calm voice, slowly He uttered the [Words of Humility] in Guilliman's eyes.

"It's nothing, Morgan."

"Father and mother are one of the most fundamental and important components of any human being's life."

"I just have what any lucky mortal has. It's not a rare thing, but: as you say, it's my luck, my treasure."

The words of Lord Macragge set off new laughter in the room, which caused the Astartes standing at the door to turn their heads and look at the closed door.

"Like the voices that would arise in a mortal house party."

A slightly younger soldier couldn't help talking to himself softly, which attracted a lot of weird eyes for him.

"mortal?"

An equally soft question sounded among the idle soldiers, so soft that it seemed that they were afraid of disturbing the joy in the house.

"That's right, the family of mortals. I heard such a sound yesterday when I was guarding the residential area."

The young Ultramarine swears by it.

"I remember very clearly: my mother, my mother's sister-in-law, and my mother's children."

"..."

"..."

"Would you like to revise your words, boy?"

An inquiry came from the blue armor.

"No, I feel fine."

The silver armor on the side slowly expressed different opinions. Facing the ensuing limit vision, the characters in the armor just showed a pure and harmless smile.

"Pretty good description, isn't it?"

(End of this chapter)