Emperor's Bane

Chapter 232 Hello, Guilliman ([-])

Macragge's bed was even more comfortable than Morgan had imagined.

Lord Macragge's pupils were also more bloodshot than Morgan had imagined.

It seems that he really likes to read.

Morgan thought so, she hammered her shoulder comfortably, and with the help of the little maid who came to her room early in the morning, she pushed open the door of the guest room with the most refreshing gesture.

At the first glance, the Spider Queen looked at the guards at the door, which had been replaced by two other old guards at this time, and with her second glance, she saw Keely standing at the end of the corridor and approaching slowly. Man.

He doesn't look very well.

Thinking of this, Morgan couldn't help but smile badly in his heart.

Guilliman wasn't doing well: it gave her a base pleasure, because she was the one who started it all.

She intentionally caused all this, causing Guilliman's exhaustion at this time. This is a living projection of a teasing mentality without real malice in reality, and the Lord of Macragge is another one who was tripped by it. Bad luck.

As early as the advance intelligence collection on the Primarch of the Ultramarines, and the constant observation after the official meeting, Morgan was able to confirm one thing: If the blood vessels of Magnus flowed with knowledge and arrogance, and Pei In Turabo's chest is almost rotten steel, so the Lord of Macragge in front of her is a man who uses a thinker as his brain, a filing cabinet as his heart, and a long list of words as himself. An endlessly circulating blood...office maniac.

Such a character cannot resist the temptation of a manual, especially a management book about unknown fields, which is enough to make him forget the passage of time and physical fatigue, and plunge into the sea of ​​greed for learning: and from Judging from Guilliman's current performance, Morgan's guess can be said to be exactly right.

As for the Lord of the Second Legion, she relished imagining the pitiful fatigue of her blood relatives under her teasing while lying on the bed and reasoning in her mind. When she saw it with her own eyes one morning, she realized that the reality was more extreme than she had imagined.

Also more interesting.

And this [interesting] is the main way for Morgan to obtain happiness: under her pathetic viciousness, she can only draw the greatest nutrients from the misfortunes of others, to nourish the most obvious twisted happiness in her heart.

And in this fleeting laughter, Robert Guilliman, the most powerful of the countless lords of the Imperium of Man, the arbiter of the second largest star empire in the universe, has come to the face of his blood relatives , he cheered up as much as possible, and said hello to the Lord of the Second Legion every day, but the faint marks on his face had already betrayed him mercilessly.

The Lord of the Ultramarines now wears a more formal set of ceremonial armor, in the main color of cobalt blue, matched with matte gold and shiny light cream, the emblem of the eagle and the laurel wreath is delicately placed On the chest and shoulders on both sides, the owner of the armor is trying to set off as a heroic king: and Guilliman himself does have the silent majesty of a king, but this majesty looks a little haggard.

[Didn't take a good rest? 】

Morgan took a few steps forward, went up to her, and showed a smile that seemed to be extremely concerned, but in fact knowingly asked, towards her blood relatives: this could not help but make the little maid beside her give a somewhat helpless look.

"It's okay, just some business."

The master of the five hundred worlds put on a rather reluctant smile, and under the operation of his deep-seated war talent, this reluctance turned into a kind of intentional slowness in which everything was under control, and Morgan also He didn't care about his plan, and continued to talk a few nonsense about taking good care of his body, which made the boys of the two legions on the side feel the deep friendship between the Primarchs.

Guilliman answered the concerns of blood relatives seriously, until his superhuman attention noticed something strange: the Primarch of the Ultramarines cast his gaze on the maid with blood-red pupils, From her, the Lord of Macragge felt a slight threat that could almost be called inexplicable, as if this weak mortal with no power to restrain a chicken could make him bleed.

Guilliman had some impression of this handmaiden of her blood: just less than two Tara standard hours ago, she and a group of Dawnbreakers had asked to enter Hera Castle, and it was the Ultramarines Master himself who gave permission.

But before he could continue to think, his silver-haired blood relative noticed this, so she frowned worriedly, and chose to take a step forward, after politely holding Lord Macragge's hand , a psionic vortex like a breeze swirled around Guilliman's body, and almost in the blink of an eye, the Primarch of the Ultramarines regained his energy, and his attention naturally returned to thanking his blood relatives.

[It seems that you are still satisfied with my gift?Killiman? 】

Morgan glanced at the "Spiritual Canon" that Guilliman held tightly in her hand. The book that she compiled herself with psychic powers now had some imprints of frequent reading, and many chapters that were originally flat The pages have rubbing and undulations that can be called visible to the naked eye, and you can even smell the breath of ink for annotation: judging from the distribution of these folds, Guilliman has read the entire book, and even finished it. Lots of critiques.

It's really breathtaking: You must know that this is a huge bound book compiled by Morgan after selecting the real essence from the dozens of textbooks he wrote for the psionic army, with a total of several thousand pages.

Along with Morgan's question, a ray of light flashed through the pupils of the Lord of the Ultramarines, and the last trace of psychological exhaustion was swallowed by the surging excitement. Guilliman took Morgan's hand and walked on the way to the morning On the cool corridor of the restaurant, and signaled to others not to follow too closely: after all this, he had a trembling opening in Morgan's ear.

"Do you know what you wrote a book about? My blood relatives?"

[A book, a spiritual book. 】

With a kind of real confusion, Morgan didn't understand the excitement of blood relatives. She followed Guilliman's pace casually, and her eyes swept across the closed courtyard in the corridor from time to time, where the genetic principle of Dawnbreaker was exuding. The emerald green of the body can't help but admire softly, the originally unruly bushes have been neatly trimmed, exuding a refreshing obedience and straightness, and the morning light that belongs to Macragge passes through those valuable shiny walls Breaking in, slapping on these orderly greens, slapping on the slightly fancy murals behind them.

Everything is just like the owner of Macragge, and everything is just like the owner of this castle of Hera: the No.13 Legion. There is an innate sense of order and the pursuit of orderliness all over the body, and It is this sense of order that Morgan loves the most in Ultramar.

Compared with them, the excited voice coming from Guilliman seemed a bit frizzy and disgusting.

"a book?"

"No no no."

"It seems that you don't understand, Morgan, and it seems that you have not realized what you have done unintentionally, and I only occasionally got a faint spark of inspiration in my reading last night."

The corners of Guilliman's eyebrows are flying. Although generally speaking, his face is still in the two stages of solemnity and stability, but the enthusiasm left in his pupils and the uncontrollable excitement in his words all show that he For the excitement and joy in my heart.

"Morgan, do you still remember what you wrote in that "Psionic Holy Book"?"

【certainly. 】

[I recorded my overall understanding and narration of psychics; I recorded how each level and type of psykers should play themselves in individual combat, small team combat, large-scale combat, and psyker group combat functions and abilities; records the things that beginners should pay attention to when learning and mastering psionic power; records some very typical cases about the failure of casting spells; records the learning experience of each psionic power system, and also There are some basic psionic spells; at the end, I've added a bit of moral advice and warning. 】

[In general, these things are the teaching materials used by the think tanks in my army for their daily study. I roughly gathered them, made necessary deletions and simplifications, and formed this bound book. 】

"now it's right!"

Guilliman clapped his hands, he showed the most sincere smile, and placed Morgan's psychic tome in front of his chest, as if he was holding a lost treasure.

"Haven't it occurred to you, Morgan?"

[Think about what? 】

"You wrote this book."

"In this book, in this bound book that has not been fully compiled, you describe the concept and subject of psionic energy, how to master basic psionic knowledge and spells, and what you need to do in the process of casting spells." Safety hazards and problems that need attention, and use serious failure cases and ideological and moral education to teach those readers the necessity of using psionic powers carefully."

"How to look at it separately, these things are nothing, but if you put them all together, what is it? This is an all-inclusive basic textbook for psionic beginners! This is a book that can tell those Beginner psykers, how to master the power of psychic power, what common dangers and mistakes to avoid, how to use psychic power to fight, how to recite those basic spells, this is an all-purpose entry book!"

"Even a layman like me who has no research on spiritual power can understand every sentence in this book, and I just found those think tank apprentices under my command, and with the help of this book, they can also Successfully cast spells that they didn't know before: This is enough to show that it has extremely high use value! It is enough to be called a qualified textbook!"

【…】

Morgan took a deep breath: Guilliman's words were like a muffled thunder that sounded on the edge of the distant sky in a sultry summer night covered with dark clouds. Shocked, but still full of confusion and confusion?
【so what? 】

The Spider Queen couldn't help asking: The original purpose of her writing this book was just to give the psychic cubs under her command a general idea and a mental cage, so that they would not be free to play like the Thousand Sons. Surprise from subspace.

That's it.

As for more things... She really didn't think about it.

"so?"

Guilliman smiled softly.

"So have you ever thought about such a thing, Morgan: You can compile this book again, gather and organize it thoroughly, and then..."

"Promote it."

"Extended to other legions, extended to the mortal auxiliary army, extended to those who possess psychic powers, but there is still no real instruction book to tell those psychic people what to do, in every corner of the empire. "

[... Promotion? 】

"Yes, promotion."

Guilliman nodded excitedly. He felt proud and joyful from the bottom of his heart for the unintentional achievement of his blood relatives. Especially after thinking that this was enough to bring order to another chaotic domain, the Lord of Ultramarines felt My heart is constantly trembling.

[But Guilliman... But this book doesn't have any profound content at all. It's just some basic knowledge, common problems and a summary of various psionic common sense, all of which are the most basic content. 】

"Yes, Morgan, my blood relatives: that's the beauty of this book."

For the first time, Guilliman's smile made the Lord of the Second Legion hesitate.

"The book you wrote is not a very advanced book. Although I don't know much about psychic power, I can still see that in the field of psychic power, you just combined the knowledge of preschool education, elementary school and junior high school, and some knowledge. Ideological and moral education, gathered together to form this holy book of spiritual power."

"But have you ever thought about it: because of the particularity of psychic powers, almost all psychic users have no inheritance and corresponding education, even the think tank that is currently being experimentally promoted in the Astartes Legion, its In essence, there is still no qualified education system, and most of them rely on master-apprentice inheritance and private exploration."

"In this situation, in this situation where every psychic beginner can only face a chaotic ocean of blankness, will the most basic knowledge you speak of be exactly what they need most? "

"Understand what psionic power is, understand the common problems, understand how to use psionic power to participate in battle, understand how to build a system of psionic power troops, and understand the need to treat this sudden power with caution and rationality."

"In the end, they can even learn some basic psionic spells."

"Yes, for any experienced psyker, these are some basic things, but for those beginners who have no inheritance, these things are the knowledge he urgently needs: and when he masters With these basic knowledge, who can say that he is not a qualified psychic?"

"It can even be said that for the vast majority of psykers, mastering these things is enough, mediocrity is the majority in the empire, and even psykers who dare to pursue higher latitudes are only a minority , the vast majority of psykers can already find everything they need in this book of yours, and they can already learn everything they need to dedicate to the empire."

"A basic textbook may not be a valuable thing alone, but when you are facing a blue ocean without any foundation and rules at all, a basic textbook with systematic and explanatory It is the treasure that everyone desires."

"You have to know, my blood relatives, almost every Astartes Legion, has a certain number of psionic warriors, their strength and hidden dangers cannot be underestimated, but apart from the Space Wolves, the Blood Angels Except for a few members, such as the White Scars and the Thousand Sons, most of the legions actually do not have a complete system to organize and control their psionic warriors. Although the think tank system is slowly being promoted, it still cannot solve one problem: standardization."

"Many legions have no psychic tradition at all, and they cannot provide any help and support to the psykers who appear in their legions: this is the case with the Ultramarines, even in Ultramar, the psykers before For a long time, they have been avoided by people, and there are very few records left by their tradition and power."

"In this case, the [basic knowledge] you have gathered is actually a treasure beyond the reach of most psychics: in my knowledge, perhaps only the Thousand Sons Legion or the Emperor can do it. to the same thing, but none of them did it, none of them set a scope for psychics and think tanks, and specified the simplest standard."

"Anything that is not standardized is doomed to be only a small workshop, and has no future in the vast stage of the galaxy, and the psionic tome you wrote may be enough to make up for this defect of the think tank system: it is completely Rules can be specified, scope can be planned, order can be established, and a tacit understanding can be reached, which can completely become a solid foundation for each legion to refer to and then make corrections according to their own conditions."

"Over time, when countless successors provide enough revision suggestions based on the actual situation, we may really obtain the standardization of psionic abilities: Of course, I know it is difficult, but it is not completely impossible ,Is not it?"

"Since the mechanical sergeants in the legion can use the standards of Mars as a benchmark for learning and further training, then we can do the same for the think tank, making the think tank system a helper with a formal system, not for the legion The sloppy cover and concentration of those psionic warriors."

Guilliman smiled, patted his blood relative on the shoulder, and was greeted by Morgan's slightly furrowed brow.

[I remember... the think tank system has been proposed and experimented for a long time, but they still don't have a suitable standard? 】

The Lord of Macragge spread his hands.

"You know, the main proposer and promoter of the think tank is Magnus, and although Chagatai and Sanguinius agree, they don't have more practical contributions, so Magnus is more Contribute."

"As for Magnus... he is not very interested in these basic educations, and he has not done much for the think tank system in essence. Generally speaking, it is the psykers of each legion who Exploring, this is also the main reason why the think tank system has been experimented for so many years, but it has never become part of the mainstream structure of the legion: no one really cares about it, and no one is the leader in this regard."

"Maybe you can change that, my blood, maybe you can change it."

"Personally, I think you should think about it."

【…】

【I still feel that teaching them to become psykers is a dangerous thing. 】

"Yes, but let those legionnaires who have already revealed their psychic abilities become qualified think tanks, and teaching them how to walk on the right way to think tanks, isn't it a very suitable theme and goal?"

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Guilliman's continuous speech was just an ordinary fragment on the way to the breakfast room, and in the following time, nothing important happened.

The Primarch of the No.13 Legion received the gifts from his blood relatives. After a simple but serious breakfast, he led his blood relatives to visit Macragge.

All serious matters were settled before yesterday's dinner, and now the Lord of the Second Legion is just a distinguished visitor, the best witness to Macragge's many prosperity: in Guilliman's heart, he Eager to reveal one's governance to any blood relative, this is the most instinctive and simple pride.

But before the real visit begins, there is another precious treasure in Hera Castle, which can be used as an appetizer for the Lord of the Ultramarines to start this journey.

"A wonderful machine, I found it on an expedition, it may be a product of a lost technology age, a wonderful but not so healthy game."

In Langsheng's introduction, Guilliman brought his blood relatives into an extremely spacious room. In the center of the room was a huge contemplator, with various operating platforms, connection points, and medical equipment. And the 24 submersible sofas in the center form a huge installation, and the whistling coils and piles of transformer boxes are piled up in various corners, and together they form a restored ancient relic.

【what is this? 】

"A machine that originated from ancient times and can realize real-scene simulation. It can connect our brains, allowing us to enter a real illusory world and play some fighting or war games in it."

【Virtual Reality? 】

"It can also be called a tactical simulation, similar to a dream, but very real."

"Well, do you want to try it?"

Guilliman's invitation was born amidst the busyness of countless staff, and Morgan's hesitation only lasted for a second.

【OK. 】

The Spider Queen responded with a smile, and when she was lying on the submerged sofa and let the staff put the magnetic headband on her head, she suddenly turned her head and said a word to Lord Macragge.

[Killiman. 】

"what happened?"

【Is this a competition? 】

"That's it."

[Can I use psionic energy? 】

"Its dream fragments can indeed simulate the effect of psionic power, but I'm not sure if it can simulate the psionic power of your level."

【That's it...】

Morgan's mouth curled into a smile.

[Then... Shall we take the opportunity to gamble, my brother, we need some bets that are not painful to make this game more interesting. 】

"……for example?"

[Do you still remember that when we discussed the management area last night, there was a star field called Sosa, which we temporarily withheld our opinion on. 】

Lord Macragge frowned, and he immediately understood Morgan's implication, which made him somewhat disagree.

"No world should be bet on any game, Morgan."

[It's not the world yet, is it?We haven't explored there yet, this is just a right to explore, and who knows what is in the Sosa star field, isn't this an invisible gamble in itself. 】

"...Well, let's not take this as an example."

[Then the outcome is determined by one game? 】

"The sooner the better."

As Guilliman said, he closed his eyes, allowing the dream woven by the meditator to sink into his mind through the electric current in the back of his head, allowing him to walk into a somewhat desolate ruin.

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Killiman was ready.

Guilliman joined the fray.

Guilliman spotted Morgan.

Guilliman dropped the loot [Sousa Starfield].

(End of this chapter)