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He gave up the idea. The thing was stuck in Vulkan's chest, piercing his ribs and reaching his heart. Some powerful force connected them together and they could not move at all.

The footsteps of the Ultramarines were approaching rapidly, and it was obvious that the Sons of Guilliman, who had realized that they had fallen into a trap, were trying to make up for their mistakes. They neglected Vulkan's safety.

Damon picked up the body of his companion. Although he didn't know if there was any way to save him, out of thousands of years of friendship, he decided to take John away.

He used a psychic item given by the cult to open the subspace portal, and disappeared into the secret room with the dead John. As for the almost paralyzed Word Bearer Narek, that was no longer his concern.

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"So what you want to tell me is that, despite your strong protection, my resurrected relative was assassinated again, and only an Astartes from the Word Bearers Legion was left at the scene?"

"I have had great confidence in you, Valentus."

Guilliman had already arrived at the bottom floor of the secret base, with Grod, the leader of the Ever-Victorious Army, by his side, and Titus, the director of the think tank, surveying the situation on the scene.

Valentus Doro, one of the four heroes, was sweating all over. Even though the cooling system in his power armor was constantly spraying cold air, it still couldn't make him feel any better.

He is the person in charge here. Although he was not here when the incident happened, this is still not an excuse for him to shirk responsibility.

"I think you are right, sir." Valentus lowered his head and answered with difficulty.

His heart felt as if a power sword was stirring, and Guilliman's words of disappointment and doubt were more terrifying than the firepower bombardment of a hundred Emperor-class Titans.

Guilliman sighed deeply. He understood that Valentus should not bear all the responsibility for this matter. He had temporarily withdrawn from it because of another mission assigned to him, but he did not expect such a thing to happen.

"Preto, how is the psychic retrospective investigation going? Also, compile a copy of the data recorded by the thinkers at the base and give it to me."

The fully armed Ever-Victorious Army is carefully searching the entire base. Every room and every corner is being analyzed and investigated by the most experienced Extreme Warriors to find any suspicious clues.

The think tank director's body was surrounded by the rhythm of spiritual energy, and with every step he took, clear ice crystals formed under his feet.

His psychic eyes were peering into the past through the Warp, and what was happening here was being replayed.

From the time John and his two companions sneaked into the base, to the time when the other party used his telepathic ability to distract the guards and successfully entered the room.

Titus used his superb psionic skills to recreate the scene, allowing everyone, including the Primarch, to see the details in full.

"Two mortal psykers and a traitor to the Word Bearers. Only these three people managed to break through our carefully set up security system?"

Guilliman suddenly found it a little funny. Why did his carefully planned measures always fail for some inexplicable reasons? His base camp, Macragge, was completely open to the wind, and all kinds of monsters could come in.

Did he think this was a public toilet? Anyone could come in and out?

"My lord, these three people should have been lurking in Macragge for some time. I found that the psychic signal of one of them is highly consistent with the one we detected in Macragge when the Midnight Haunter landed before."

Titus enlarged John's image, and Guilliman observed the expressions, clothing, and micro-movements of these people in their words and deeds, and immediately made a judgment.

"These two mortals should be together. They belong to a mysterious organization. Especially the man in the fur coat. He has rich infiltration experience and a sense of crisis."

"But the telepathic psyker is vaguely closer to the Word Bearers. They are on guard against another mortal."

Vulkan's body was still there, and no one could touch or offend him without Guilliman's permission.

The Primarch's eyes were filled with sadness, he had lost Vulkan too many times.

He hopes a miracle will happen again.

"My most tenacious brother, stand up. You are immortal. Your descendants always shout that Vulkan is immortal. You are immortal, so why do you always suffer the most unfortunate fate?"

However, Vulkan just lay quietly on the ground, with the lightning stone spear stuck in his chest. Titus warned that it once contained some powerful psychic power, but now that power has been exhausted.

Guilliman understood that if it was just a minor wound like a piercing through the heart, it would be impossible to kill Vulkan, and the enemy might have used some vicious sorcery to harm Vulkan's essence.

However, after all, there was a precedent that the Lord of Fire Dragon had died for a long time and then resurrected, so Guilliman still kept the last bit of hope in his heart.

"Imprison the Word Bearer. Make sure he lives and reveals all the information he has."

Narek, who had taken a direct blow from Vulgan, was still paralyzed. With dozens of broken bones and injured internal organs, and his collapsed and ruptured power armor, he could not move at all.

The Ultramarines' pharmacists performed emergency healing surgery on him. Although Narek was a ruthless Word Bearer, he could not die.

Guilliman stood beside Vulkan with a melancholy look on his face. At this moment, he felt rarely helpless, because it was his mistake that caused the death of Vulkan.

He didn't know how to explain to Ryan because it was a mistake.

"Luo Xi, Xi'er, if only you were still by my side, I wouldn't have no one to complain to right now."

"what should I do?"

The low mood of the Gene-Father undoubtedly affected all the Ultramarines present. Although they understood that the Primarch's anger was not directed at them, the common sense of honor as a legion made them feel ashamed.

Especially the two Ultramarines whose memories were modified by psychic mind reading and who left their posts. They felt extremely painful and wanted to kneel on the ground and petition Guilliman to join the Legion's Death Squadron.

"Luo Xi, I wonder how you are doing in that unknown star region. Did you encounter any trouble?"

Guilliman's powerful mind quickly extended to the organization behind the two mortal psyker assassins. It was obvious that this was a force lurking in the dark. They were even capable of assassinating a Primarch. Even Vulkan died. What if they assassinated his best friend?

He could not accept this assumption. In his mind, if Roche died, it would be even more serious than Vulkan's death.

The 500 worlds did not seem as safe as he had imagined, which made Guilliman more anxious and uneasy. If Roche was by his side, he would be able to get more correct advice.

The Primarch ordered the Mechanicus to carefully build a golden coffin, and sadly placed Vulkan's body inside temporarily. He was still waiting for that tiny miracle to happen, and Vulkan would revive again from the golden coffin.

Roboute thought for a long time, which was rare for him, and he finally decided to confess the bad news to Ryan and ask someone who might have some practical advice.

Chapter 277: Koz, the Book Lover

"Go ahead, Guilliman, what bad news do you have for me? I am ready for it."

Although he was extremely reluctant, Guilliman still came to the accommodation where Lion was staying. He hesitated at the door for a few seconds, but before he knocked on the door, the Lion King in the room spoke.

"Your footsteps are too obvious. Unless I am too old to be deaf and blind, there is no way I can mistake your voice." Lion took the initiative to push open the door. He saw a strange expression on Guilliman's face and immediately began to be warned.

I'm afraid his brother is going to give him another big one.

Guilliman remained silent. He wanted to use his outstanding eloquence, but found that he didn't know how to start.

"Don't you know that you are not good at lying, Roboute? Your footsteps, your heartbeat, and your facial expressions have already revealed everything."

"You don't know how to use lies, so you were deceived by Luo Jia in the first place."

The Lion King's sharp gaze cut through him like a knife. Guilliman gritted his teeth and simply confessed.

Anyway, what has happened has already happened, and it can't get any worse.

"Our brother, Vulkan, was assassinated. He was pierced through the chest and heart by a lightning stone short spear. I don't know if he can be resurrected again."

The lion's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip, and then a trace of incredible shock and indescribable confusion flashed across his eyes.

Then Ryan suddenly laughed out loud, as if he had heard some unbearable joke.

"Guilliman, you better be joking. This joke of yours is taking it too far."

"You better not have the guts to joke with a brother's life."

Then Guilliman's expression did not change at all, and the smile on Lion's face gradually faded and cooled.

"I have doubted your loyalty countless times, but I have never doubted your incompetence because that would be an insult to you. Tell me what you are going to do."

Guilliman led the Lion to the golden coffin that held Vulkan's body, where he was laid to rest in a hallowed memorial.

The top of the golden coffin was made of transparent glass. Vulkan's naked body had been replaced with a set of Guilliman's personal armor. He looked majestic and sacred, but his eyes were still closed.

His Dawnbringer hammer rested with its head upward against the Fire Dragon Lord's chest, and the lightning stone spear that had taken his life was still there, and they could not remove it.

Vulkan was so quiet that Ryan could not hear the slightest sound of his blood flowing or his heart beating.

There was a hidden sorrow in the Lion King's eyes. Although he almost killed Vulkan in order to subdue his brother, it did not mean that he had no feelings for his brother.

"I plan to ask that person, the cursed one who should not show up again." Guilliman looked at Lion, "He has the strongest psychic prophecy ability among us. Perhaps we can make the right choice by referring to his prophecy."

The person Guilliman was referring to was naturally the Night Haunter who was imprisoned in the most secure cage on Macragge.

His psychic prophetic abilities surpass those of any other psychic think tank, and he can see into the extremely distant future.

"Why would you have such a stupid idea to seek advice from that lunatic? You might as well just make a decision on your own."

"Why not just launch Vulcan's golden coffin into the universe, wait for him to revive, and then use the teleportation ability to come back? I think this is more reliable."

Ryan scoffed at this. He and Midnight Haunter had a deep hatred, and the vengeful lion could never forget the lesson of the other party's reckless behavior on his flagship.

Although Ryan once used the Lion King's Flying Head Fist on a legion soldier in extreme anger, he regretted it afterwards. The lion, who is extremely protective of his offspring, will never forget the brave warriors who died at the hands of Koze.

"Then tell me, do you have any good idea?" Guilliman asked back.

"Vulcan's death is not my fault. I was just on the same boat with you and was forced to bear the consequences with you." Ryan said a few words, but still shrugged helplessly and said, "Let's go and ask the damn Conrad what he wants to say."

"If he dares to say something incomprehensible in that hissing Nostramo language again, I will definitely tear his head off this time."

The Lion King's face was grim, and he was extremely impatient with his traitorous brother.

Guilliman and Lion went alone to the prison where Konrad Curze was imprisoned, without any aides.

All of this needs to be kept secret for the time being.

After passing numerous security checks and identity verifications, Guilliman used his uniquely powerful brain to begin the unlocking process in front of a top-security Thinker computer.

He learned from the lesson of Konrad Curze, who used the same genetic information between the Primarchs to escape from prison, and switched to another more secure and complex encryption method.

Ryan took two steps forward without leaving a trace. His curiosity about the secret made him unable to restrain his actions.

Then he looked closely and saw Guilliman operating hundreds of screens on the Thinker computer at the same time. His fingers flew so fast that he was answering hundreds of extremely difficult questions at the same time.

Those questions involved history, politics, physical sciences, humanities, and even some obscure ancient information from the Five Hundred Worlds. Unless one had a deep understanding of Macragge, it would be impossible to answer them in such a short time.

Is this your secret method of keeping secrets? Guilliman.

The corner of Lion's mouth twitched. He found that even for him, it would be difficult to break through this line of defense. Among the Primarchs, only Guilliman was the best at this kind of multi-threaded thinking. Few brothers would be as interested in such complicated things as he was.

The brains of the Primarchs were the product of the Emperor's incredible technology, capable of rivaling even a supercomputer in computing power.

Theoretically, every Primarch can master most of the knowledge in the galaxy. They can be great physicists, chemists, biologists or writers, but most of the time they prefer to use their super powers to solve problems.

The two passed by the melee iron man named Veronica. In this room, apart from Conrad, there were only some automatic robot servants with their brains removed walking around, and the automatic cleaning system could keep the room running for a long time.

In the prison made of pure gold, Conrad sat on the ground with his back against his bed, holding a thick paper book in his hands.

His messy, greasy black hair was washed and tied behind his head, revealing his smooth, pale facial skin.

As descendants of the Emperor, none of the Primarchs are ugly. They all have their own strengths and beauty, even the Night Haunter is no exception.

There was an odd sense of calmness that lingered about Conrad.