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Chapter 266 Do you think this is a tourist attraction? !
Blood, bright red blood dripped from his neck, maintaining the same flowing posture for ten thousand years, as glittering and translucent as a brilliant ruby.

The Ultramarines' Chapter Master, Magnus Calgar, knelt on one knee in the temple, lowered his head, and placed his hands forged of steel on the ground.
Blood, blood is flowing down his neck
Calgar silently gazed at the sacred figure in the center of the temple.

Ten thousand years, father.
The stasis field hummed, releasing a small amount of iron smell from the electrolyzed air, but it was soon drowned out by the sacred incense burner placed near the throne.

Calgar's genetic father, Robert Guilliman, was sitting on the throne.
He has slightly curly blond hair, and his skin is as white as marble yet hard. His face carries the majesty and beauty of a Macragge noble, as well as the stubbornness and glory of a soldier.
Staring at the Primarch was an extremely difficult task, even Calgar couldn't do it.
Just by looking at it, Calgar was shocked by the aura of the Primarch. He seemed to see fire, light and war swirling around his Gene Father. He seemed not to be made entirely of matter, but a cold storm trapped in a material body.
There seemed to be light splashing from his body, but it seemed to be just an illusion created when Calgar was shaken by the aura of the Primarch.

But if we abandon rationality a little, Calgar would like to call that temperament divinity.
The Chapter Master had read the legend of his Gene Father countless times and knew that he was a rational and wise commander.

But now the figure sitting on the throne has only death-like emptiness and sadness in his eyes.
His lips slightly parted, and until the moment before he was sent into the stasis field, he was still shouting those two words,

The moment is recorded in the records of Father's history, when the Primarch was about to die, he cried out to his father
Was he praying to the Emperor? Was he yearning for His salvation? Or was he mourning his own failure to fulfill His work?
Anyway, he was killed by his own brother
Fulgrim, Calgar cursed that name a thousand times,

The Primarch's corrupted demon brother slit his throat with a sword tainted with evil power, letting the blood and life flow out.

For ten thousand years, thousands of pilgrims have had the privilege of seeing the frozen moment of the Primarch here.

But in Calgar's memory, there was only one person who was not overwhelmed by the sadness of that moment.

Dante of the Blood Angels, the Chapter Master of the Blood Angels was not overwhelmed by the sorrow of the moment.

"The Ultramarines need only be here to witness this sad moment."

"And my brothers and I endure the same or even greater anger and sadness all the time."

That Dante said so.

It is said that the Blood Angels buried the remains of their Gene-Father in a tomb deep within Baal, and rarely enter to pay homage.
They have endured too much sadness, pain and anger.
But the Ultramarines chose to open this sad moment,
The Primarch's presence would not only bring sadness to Calgar, but also anger, anger towards the Emperor's enemies.
Of course, there is also power
Calgar never listened to the words of his genetic father.
But he knew that if his genetic father were still alive, he would order Calgar to kill the Emperor's enemies.

Just by looking up at the body of Robert Guilliman, Calgar seemed to have heard the command and drew strength from it.

"My Lord." A voice sounded from behind Calgar.

Karga raised his head slightly. He knew who was standing behind him.
"Digris, my friend." Calgar said slowly, "Are you bringing me new prophecies or new problems?"

Calgar trusted his think tank chief, but he was often worried that his think tank chief was sinking too deep into the warp.

He slowly stood up, and his metal body let out a low roar. He turned his head and looked at Digris.
There was always a glimmer of spiritual energy in Diglis' eyes, and countless cables connected to his brain.

In Digris's hand was a staff of stance. The staff came from the Battle of Andraxus several decades ago and was said to have once belonged to the hero Malcador.
Calgar hoped that the scepter would protect Digris's soul.

"My Lord, I wish to speak with you only in the sight of the Primarch."

Diglis's eyes fell on the honor guards around him;
These veterans were responsible for protecting the Primarch, but most of the time this responsibility was just an honor and a symbol.

Guilliman's Temple is located deep within Hera's Fortress, making it almost impossible to invade.

And even without them, there are only a handful of people in this galaxy who can defeat both Calgar and Digris at the same time.
Then Calgar nodded slightly to the Honor Guards, and the seven Honor Guards left the room.

"Tell me, Digris, what did you see?" asked Calgary.

Digris bowed slightly and asked Calga: "Do you believe there is still hope?"

This is a common way for Diglis to answer questions, using a question to answer another question.
Karga is used to it.

"Hope? Do you see we've got new hope?"

Karga asked:
"Those from the Blade of Glory?" "A great sage, a living saint, an inquisitor, and an alpha-class psyker."

"I agree that this is an extraordinary force, but I don't think they can turn the tide of the war."

When Calgar said this, he couldn't help but sighed softly:
"What's more, there are two blasphemous aliens among them."

"The great sage Belisarius Cawl served our Gene Father ten thousand years ago." Digris said softly.

This sentence surprised Calgar a little. The Chapter Master couldn't help but look at the Primarch behind him.

"Father." Calgar whispered softly.

A great sage who had spanned ten thousand years. This slightly shifted the balance in Calgar's heart.
He even had an unrealistic wish, that their genetic father had predicted the current situation 10,000 years ago and asked the great sage to bring them hope at this moment.
But Calgar also understood that prophecies cannot be fully believed, so he calmed down, looked at Digris and said:
"I will consider what you said, but I will make a judgment only after I see the great sage Belisarius Cawl with my own eyes."

Diglis nodded slightly, a hint of hesitation flashed across his expression.
He seemed to be considering whether to share with him all the prophecies and visions he had seen from the Emperor.
Like that blue, round figure?
"The Emperor showed me the physical form of hope. It was a blue, round figure."

Digris finally chose to speak:
"I searched all the possible documents, from the fortieth millennium to the Old Night Age."

"If it is not a brand new being, then it must be an extremely ancient being, as old as the Golden Age or even earlier."

"A blue, round figure." Calgar thought for a moment, but he finally shook his head. "This kind of information full of symbols and subspace meanings is your specialty. I can't offer any advice."

Diglis nodded slightly.

Thanks to the effect of the blind spot star, Hilandri Curtain Walker, who was standing nearby without being discovered, also nodded and looked at Zhou Yun.
She looked Zhou Yun up and down, as if she wanted to see clearly where the blue was and where the roundness was.

Zhou Yun ignored her gaze and focused on Guilliman.

Unfortunately, the stasis field is too large, and it is difficult to move it quietly.
As expected, Belisarius Cawl had no choice but to bring the Armor of Destiny here.

Although the defenses in Guilliman's Temple were not great, the Temple was right in the center of the Ultramarines' Hera Fortress. If there was any disturbance, the Ultramarines from all around would rush over in a few minutes.
Zhou Yun began to think about how to kill Guilliman with his own hands, and then let Belisarius Cawl resurrect Guilliman.

"Aren't you going to leave?" Calgar said as he walked towards the exit of the temple, looking at Digris who was bowing his head and praying to the Primarch.

Digris shook his head slightly: "I also hope to gain enlightenment from the Primarch."

Calgar nodded slightly and did not stop him. Instead, he left Guilliman's Temple on his own. Outside the temple, there was still a lot of work waiting for him to do.

After Calgar left, the entire temple became much quieter.
The only sounds left were the running of the Digris power armor, the hum of the stasis field, and the sound of the burning incense burner.
Digris gently grasped the scepter that once belonged to the hero Malcador in his hand, lowered his head and whispered a prayer to Robert Guilliman.

Zhou Yun and Hilandri Curtain Walker looked at each other.
Since the map has been opened, there is no need for the two to stay here any longer.
After all, the effect of the blind spot star is also limited in time.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yun and Hilandri Curtain Walker quietly retreated towards the entrance of the temple.

Boom! ! !
Diglis shook the scepter in his hand violently, and waves of spiritual energy rippled on the spot.

The surrounding time, space, and even reality itself seemed to become more solid and sticky. The entire Guilliman Temple seemed to have turned into a space that was more independent from the outside world in an instant.
"Do you really think that the temple of our Gene Father is a tourist attraction that outsiders can visit at will?"

Diglis slowly turned his head, his voice was filled with great psychic power, and his eyes were constantly emitting burning psychic flames.

Instantly, countless psychic chains appeared from midair, locking the exit of the temple layer by layer.
"Do you really think that your concealment is flawless and won't be discovered?"

"That's too much of a disrespect for the offspring of Robert Guilliman, isn't it? Little thief!"

(End of this chapter)