Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 584 It makes sense that the perfect city is in Macragge.
"We have to find a way."

When Julius said this he clapped his hands, and a Keeper of Secrets with thin golden chains on his horns stepped out of the void with graceful hooves, with a rather politically correct androgynous figure dressed in a 100% proper waiter outfit, holding a tray and bringing each of them a drink in a cup with a skull logo. Then he or she bowed slightly to the guest who still used the appearance of "Robert Guilliman" but in a somewhat less faithful and detailed version, then retreated back into the void and disappeared peacefully.

In the past four days, Varro Digris has learned to remain calm in the face of any changes in the face of the newest ruler - because anyone who would angrily "question" like Otan Cassius or "protest" like Agamemnon would be "gently" pulled behind the curtain by the "gently" emerging Undying Ones to "receive in-depth conversations."

What about the positions they vacated? Will no one raise questions about this? What will the junior officers and soldiers think? Will it not cause unrest or other problems?

The answer is that Diglis would vaguely see some chilling situations in their respective positions: because it was impossible for all senior officers to collectively "claim to be sick" at the same time, the think tank's spiritual vision saw that some of the lifeless people wearing their appearance were conscientiously and without causing any trouble to complete their daily work for the people who were taken away - martial arts training, leading troops, reviewing documents, patrolling, receiving visitors...

So you see, when you were dragged into his own room in the name of "summoning the Primarch" by Calgar, who would repeatedly grab anyone he could and mutter to him in disbelief, "What on earth are we fighting for?!"; and now Cato Sicarius, who can't even speak properly, has to be tied up in a treatment chamber and undergo at least twelve weeks of chemical and brainwashing treatment at this critical moment of life and death, there must be someone who still has some sanity and understands all the causes and consequences to step forward and keep the Great Macragge Kingdom together.

——Otherwise, at this speed and efficiency of replacing senior officers, it won't be long before this place will completely change from a paradise of the Empire where people live and work in peace and contentment and soldiers are full of courage and glory to a crazy and perfect city of demons and corrupted primarchs. Digris has no doubt about this.

Not to mention the internal and external troubles that are always eyeing the beautiful and rich Ultramar sector and trying to bite off pieces of fat.

It is a fact known to everyone that the temptation to break away from the Five Hundred Worlds and establish one's own kingdom on a planet or a galaxy has been lingering in the minds of the planetary governors of many worlds in Ultramar for thousands of years, like an inherited dream.

At this moment, he judged that the true situation of Macragge and the Ultramarines must not be leaked to the outside world, and they must not show any signs of fatigue. On the contrary, they - Macragge and the Ultramarines, need to appear more confident, powerful, and calm than ever before. Because so far, what he has observed is that Julius and Konrad Curze seem to be still in the "rational" range, and the administrative affairs and other work in the past four days have been running very well, and have not been dragged down at all by the secret personnel changes.

In other words, the current situation is that he can still consider maneuvering rather than despairingly turning himself into a large psychic bomb and shouting "Long Live the God-Emperor" in the worst-case scenario. This is one of the reasons why Digris did not rush up and explode with the other party but insisted on trying his best to participate in this seemingly calm but actually potentially very dangerous meeting.

Julius did not comment on the Chief Librarian's active request. However, when Digris just sat down, he also received a message data board distributed to him, which said that members of multiple Space Marine Chapters and even the Original Chapter were sending spaceships to Macragge to verify with their own eyes whether the resurrection of the Ultramarines Primarch was true, and whether Guilliman had any news about their father. Among them were even spaceships of the Salamanders and the White Scars.

Given the hellish difficulty and mortality rate of navigating the Warp after the Great Rift appeared, Digris privately believed that this was also the best reason for these brothers or cousins' ships to dock and anchor at Macragge Port. They must have suffered considerable losses. Ultramar, especially the stable and abundant supply of resources around Macragge, was urgently needed by everyone.

Now only his shaky sanity and body could support him to deal with these two powerful beings alone, and then find a way to save Greater Macragge, his beloved homeland, the Chapter and his master. The thought made the Chief Think Tank's soul and spirit become both fragile and extremely strong, like a dark graphite turning into a dazzling diamond under heavy pressure.

The breeze blowing towards the fortress from the distant bay brought them the moist water vapor from the ocean and the smell of the city's rich fruits, vegetables and food. Without the Primarch and the Lord of Macragge sitting in the shrine of the Temple of Correctness, the lives of mortals continued peacefully driven by the inertia of a certain order. The atmosphere was leisurely - except for the excessive psychic energy that was about to overflow from the staff placed next to the Chief Librarian, which showed that his heart was not as calm as he showed.

The old man who had been resting with his eyes closed beside Julius stretched out his hand from a distance and "wiped" the skull of a certain psychic race that served as the main generator at the top of Digris's staff. Then the overflowing chaotic energy obediently returned to the internal circulation loop and continued to circulate and dissipate.

Digris thanked quietly the former imperial chancellor who had returned from the dead, about whom he had very complicated feelings, and the other nodded slightly.

The think tank's face still looked the same as before, particularly pale, thin and elegant among the crowd of Astartes. He also took a deep look at the participants beside him, pursed his lips, and clinked the cups of his drinks politely. Everything was peaceful, just like an ordinary semi-chatty administrative meeting on an ordinary sunny afternoon.

For some obvious reason, the hostess of the Death Army was not invited to this meeting. Ivrenee and the Harlequins of Midnight Mourning were staying in the guesthouse of Hera Fortress with the Eldar who arrived later.

Although some people would think that this is because Julius inherited the view that humans do not trust the Eldar anyway, but for Digris, he would say that this man who has successfully planned an entire ceremony and made himself "replace" the position of the Gene Father here just like the Unborn replaced the positions of senior officers-it's a pity that they thought he was the Saint of the Gene Father before! But the great and loyal Robert Guilliman would never do something so close to splitting the Empire, making peace with the aliens, playing blasphemous spells and driving the Unborn! The reason why the powerful Astartes think tank or wizard did not invite the other party may be that he did not regard the Eldar as a threat.

Of course, Julius himself never said or expressed this on any occasion, but Diglis could feel his subtle silent feeling of "the other party sees me as a mon-keigh, and I should see the other party as such."

Now, enough Ultramarines had fallen in the attack on the Temple of the Strict that all needed treatment or recuperation, and the possible reinforcements on their side, the Living Saints, the Inquisitors, and the Black Templars had all disappeared suddenly. Digris was currently the only representative of the original regiment here.

As for the group of Grey Knights, they were completely different from the righteous, pure, and never-fallen demon executioners that Digris had vaguely heard about. These people wore the most sacred and chaste armor and performed the most varied demonic sorcery!
These guys definitely have the completely heretical idea of ​​a psionic gestalt or some similar internal purely psionic network!
The Chief Librarian swore that all of these Grey Knights were high-level psykers, demon masters, their weapons were all equipped with biochemical psyker rectifiers, and each of them was a warrior trained in Terminator armor-piercing. This showed that they had not followed any of the rules of the Codex Astartes except for the number of people! Heretics through and through!

Of course, the above are all the Chief Think Tank's intense inner struggles and refutations, but it is undeniable that in the past four days, apart from the heretical acts mentioned above, everything in the Great Macragge Kingdom was fine and functioning normally, with no signs of Chaos intrusion at all - it may also be because the ecological niche has been occupied.

The Eighth Primarch squinted his eyes and glanced at the plain white porcelain cup in front of him. His keen sense of smell told him that it was filled with acerola and peach juice and midnight tranquility tea, which had recently been successfully cultivated on a large scale in his new world, Tessa Guarza.

"What method? Don't tell me you haven't made plans for the series of actions that follow - Macragge Parade, Luna, Webway, Terra - By the way, speaking of this, how do you plan to deal with the group of golden pets that he likes very much in front of the throne room of the palace, and then pass their so-called verification and then go inside? If there are still people in the world who will defend our old man wholeheartedly, they should be counted. So the Imperial Guards will not let you pass privately, and it is impossible for them to cover up for you if they find anything wrong. - Here, Macragge and on Terra, the old man's power is completely incomparable, you should be very clear about this."

"Really?" Julius just smiled at this question, but it was obvious that he didn't think it was a problem.

"The throne room is not impeccable, nor is it completely untouched in the past ten thousand years. The idea that no one knows what is happening on the throne because no one has ever entered the throne room is a false proposition."

Conrad Kurtz blinked.

Julius was considerate enough to understand the unspoken question of the eighth uncle and to explain it.

"Because the Golden Throne and its Stasis Field were built without the expectation of long-term use, and were started and operated for 10,000 years without any instructions, it must require a lot of regular maintenance beyond the design amount. Even if the Mechanicus Church regularly sends a group of absolutely trustworthy technical priests to work in it until they die, think about those chapter relics that are constantly consumed in battle but seem to be inexhaustible."

"What happened to the Chapter's relics? Speaking of which, from the perspective of the entire galaxy, the number of Chapter's relics does seem to be a bit too much."

"Because many of the Chapter's relics were produced in the throne room. Whether they were placed beside the throne, on the throne armrest, or on his knees, the price and safe location were all different. There were also subdivisions for those that were kept for a month, three months, or six months. As serious rewards and combat equipment, these relics were stained with the aura of the Holy Emperor at a time and place that could be traced. So who on earth thinks that the throne room is seldom visited or is quiet and mysterious? I don't believe that with so many people coming and going to place relics and other things, no one would go to dust the throne and the person sitting on it every day."

Konrad Curze almost laughed out loud. "They don't have any Sisters of Silence left in the palace now! So, either these things were done by the mechanical priests, or they put half a company of medics in there ready to work until they die, or our biological father's once favorite golden pets wiped his body with their own hands! Ah, thank you for providing this picture, Julius, I think I will be extremely happy to watch this possibility for the rest of the day!"

"I'm glad you like this idea." The other party replied politely, but Julius, who was wearing the face and body of "Robert Guilliman", said something that would be regarded as "hypocritical" and "pretentious aristocratic" in the past. Such Julius did not seem to annoy the Eighth Primarch opposite him at all. "Let's go back to the beginning. We have to think of a solution."

"Didn't I just say that? It would be too difficult for you to pass through the Custodes as the real Guilliman. My opinion is that it would be better for me to follow you. My current body can be dressed as an ordinary Astartes follower. When we reach the door of the throne room, I will attack you, knock down the guard, take out the key, and you just go in. I will then close the door. How long it takes them to open it depends on how many protective measures they have added to it over the past ten thousand years."

At this point, Conrad Curze chuckled, "I am still very confident that the Primarch has the authority to control the palace gate - after all, things like gene locks are not a difficult problem for us either."

"But the body you are using now is not the same as the original one, my dear uncle." Julius picked up the Reka coffee and took a sip calmly. "Disguise is indeed a good idea, but you can't simulate enough genes with your current body."

"...Hmph!!!!" The pale Eighth Primarch snorted in anger, and just when Digris thought he was going to start a killing spree, he sat back in his seat and crossed his legs.

"Then tell me, what solution do you want?"

"I think," the Chosen One blinked his blue eyes, "if we can find the body of a certain Primarch..."

(End of this chapter)