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The emperor's face turned pale in an instant. He staggered to the puppet's side, grabbed its neck with both hands, and roared hoarsely: "Cola, bring me some Coke!"

Seeing this, the puppet quickly took out a bottle of Coke from behind his back and handed it to the emperor. The emperor could not wait to grab it, tilted his head back, and drank it in a big gulp.

Clarks watched the Emperor spit out what he had eaten on the ground, his eyes full of heartache.

You know, the soil and climate conditions on Savior Planet are harsh and not suitable for growing crops at all.

What they eat on a daily basis is made from waste from waste treatment plants mixed with other unknown substances.

Although these foods are hard to swallow, they are the rations that the residents of Savior Star rely on for survival.

The puppet noticed Clarks' distressed look, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and snapped his fingers lightly.

In an instant, countless luncheon meat cans appeared in the sky and fell towards Clarks like raindrops.

The Emperor grabbed a can, opened it, and began to eat it with Coke. After chewing a few mouthfuls, he frowned and commented, "This luncheon meat doesn't taste like meat at all, but it does have a lot of starch in it."

The puppet stared at the Emperor with a sharp gaze and began to criticize him without hesitation: "These cans are indeed expired. However, the price of canned goods plummeted that year, and I bought a whole warehouse in one go. I forgot about it later and only remembered it now. I don't know when Clarks will need these.

"You, don't always indulge in those fancy tricks. Charm alone won't work. Look at the people on this planet. They can't even get a full meal!"

The mountains of canned goods bring a broad smile to Clarks's face, which he can't stop smiling. To outsiders, Clarks often exudes a melancholic temperament due to his own characteristics, but in fact, he is ruthless and decisive.

Otherwise, how could he have led the rebels to successfully overthrow oppression and win victory?

Many times, appearances are extremely misleading, and we should never make hasty conclusions about a person based solely on their appearance.

"My warmest greetings to you, mother. Thank you for your generous support to the Savior Star. May everything go well for you and bring you great blessings!" As soon as Clarks finished speaking, he quickly knelt on one knee, his eyes full of respect, and looked up at the puppet.

The puppet smiled, tiptoed lightly, and reached out to gently stroke Clarks' head.

Noticing that his mother's arms were straining, Clarks quickly lowered his head so that his mother could feel more relaxed.

"My child, you still have much to learn. Politics and military affairs are full of intricacies. Logistics management is especially crucial and cannot be neglected." The puppet gazed at Clarks gently. "I intend to send you to Macragge. There, not only will you be with your brothers, but I will be there as well. We will impart all this knowledge to you without reservation."

Clarks, standing before the puppet, lowered his head, his expression obedient, like a docile lamb. "Yes, Mother, I will follow your instructions." Clarks nodded without hesitation, his words full of obedience.

The Emperor and the Puppet paused on the planet for a moment and were about to leave.

As the figures of the puppet and the emperor gradually disappeared in the distance, Clarks still stood there quietly, unwilling to look away for a long time.

After they had completely left, Clarks slowly turned around and walked towards the mountain of canned luncheon meat.

He picked up a can at random, opened it skillfully, took out the slightly darker luncheon meat, and carefully cut it into the smallest pieces.

With every cut, the unique starchy aroma of luncheon meat gently spread. Even as an original body, Clarks couldn't help but be attracted by this unique aroma.

Then, Clarks put the chopped luncheon meat into the pot. With the sizzling sound, the aroma of starch became stronger and more fragrant, floating in the air.

……

In the magnificent Macragge, Guilliman finally got some rare leisure time and was planning to relax and rest.

But before he could sit down, Conrad Coates appeared like a ghost, grabbed him, and insisted on taking him to watch the horror movie together.

Sevatar stood quietly beside the projector, ready to serve at any time.

Guilliman looked helpless and confused. He couldn't help but ask, "My brother, why do you suddenly want to watch a horror movie? This is not like your style."

A gloomy look flashed across Coze's eyes as he spoke to himself, "Because I will soon face a powerful enemy. That guy is even more like a perfect monster than I am, as if he was born to be favored by shadows and hidden in darkness."

As he spoke, the subject suddenly changed, returning to the Emperor, his tone filled with regret and resignation: "If only the Emperor had swapped his powers with mine. Then, I would no longer be the righteous judge, but a true monster lurking in the shadows; and he, on the other hand, could be the high and mighty judge upholding justice. How wonderful that would be..."

In the dim room, Coz's voice was low and full of complex emotions, intertwined with the horrific images flashing on the screen, creating a weird and depressing atmosphere.

"So, you're planning to watch horror movies to get inspiration to scare him? But who is he, our newly returned brother?"

Guilliman asked with a puzzled look on his face.

He really couldn't understand what kind of person could be called more of a monster than Conrad Coates next to him, and yet more perfect.

Konrad Curze raised his lips in a strange arc, his eyes flashed with an inexplicable light, and he said: "I saw his figure in the prophecy. Mother will summon him to Macragge to study. When that time comes, I will display in front of him what may be the most clumsy ability in his eyes, to give him a big surprise and scare him." As he spoke, Konrad Curze showed his white teeth, and that smile looked particularly gloomy in the dim room, as if he was already imagining the other person's frightened look.

Guilliman, the Lord of Macragge, was filled with mixed emotions. Initially, upon learning that new brothers would be arriving on Macragge, he felt an overwhelming sense of joy.

In the long years of the past, the time he spent fighting side by side with his brothers was his most cherished memory. Now that he can welcome new members and inject fresh blood into this big family, how can he not be happy?

However, this joy was short-lived, replaced by a heavy sigh. He knew very well that Conrad Coates had an eccentric and perverse personality, and his unpredictable style of doing things was often difficult to cope with.

Guilliman was deeply concerned at the prospect of a conflict, or even a heated argument, with Curze. He truly did not want to see a rift between the brothers, destroying their hard-earned bond.

In the silent room, Guilliman frowned slightly, a hint of helplessness in his eyes. He silently prayed that everything would go smoothly with his new brother's arrival, and that Curze would restrain his temper and not let this beautiful reunion turn into a quarrel.

"Here you go." Konrad Curze had a meaningful smile on his face and handed a pair of glasses to Guilliman.

Guilliman took the glasses with a puzzled look, and after examining them for a moment, he asked, "What is this? It looks rather strange. Why did you suddenly give it to me?"

The corners of Koz's mouth widened, and the smile on his face became more and more obvious. A cunning glint flashed in his eyes. He urged: "Try it on first, and you will know the wonders of this thing after you put it on. Believe me, you will like it."

It was as if he was expecting Guilliman's reaction after he put on the glasses.

In the horror movie playing on the screen, the scene suddenly changed.

The original protagonist's face turned into angular features and deep eyes. He was Guilliman himself, and he looked particularly abrupt when he appeared in the horror scene.

The heroine's face transformed into Huile's, gentle yet with a hint of panic.

What made him even more horrified was that the face of the already eerie female ghost had somehow turned into Aurora's. Her pale skin and empty eyes, combined with the eerie soundtrack and dim scenes from horror movies, created a weird and chilling atmosphere.

Guilliman opened his eyes wide, with a complicated expression on his face. There was astonishment in his eyes, but also a hint of inexplicable concentration. At this moment, he seemed to have no intention of taking off his glasses.

The glasses seemed to have some kind of magic that attracted his attention. The strange picture on the screen - his face appeared on the male protagonist of the horror movie, Hui Le became the female protagonist, and Aurora's face became a female ghost. Such an absurd and weird combination made him feel extremely abstract.

Guilliman originally thought that this horror film had lost its horror flavor due to the strange replacement of characters in the picture, and even watched it with interest.

But the plot takes a sudden turn for the worse. When the male protagonist played by "himself" on the screen is talking sweetly to Hui Le, who has transformed into the female protagonist, the atmosphere gradually becomes affectionate. However, outside this warm scene, the terrifying female ghost Aurora is waiting for an opportunity to move, and a crisis is about to break out.

This tense atmosphere of impending life and death made Guilliman feel like he was being stabbed in the back.

His face changed and he took off his glasses without hesitation, as if this could get rid of the uncomfortable scene. The sound effects of the horror movie continued in the room, but he didn't want to watch it anymore.

Curze was quick to act and grabbed Guilliman, who was about to leave. With a half-smile on his face, he said with a hint of joking, "Hey, don't leave! The movie isn't over yet, the best part is yet to come."

Guilliman frowned, his eyes filled with dissatisfaction, and said coldly, "But your joke has gone too far. You are simply discrediting your sisters. Using their images in such a horrific and absurd plot is inappropriate."

Coze disagreed, narrowing his eyes slightly and lowering his voice with an unusually seductive tone: "Don't you feel a little moved? Look, it's like the only two sisters among our Primarchs are fighting for you.

The wind is jealous, what an interesting scene."

Guilliman answered without hesitation, in an unusually straightforward and firm tone: "No, I'm not moved at all, not at all. This kind of thing is meaningless and damages the image of the sisters. Don't do this again in the future." After that, he tried to break free from Curze's hand, his eyes revealing unquestionable determination.

Chapter 273: Koz's big mistake, changes

Curze stared at Guilliman's receding back, a barely perceptible smile forming on the corner of his mouth. This time, he was very successful.

Just a pair of glasses was enough to put Guilliman into a state of unrest.

As a Primarch, Guilliman has an extraordinary memory capacity, storing a vast amount of information in his mind.

In addition, his mind is becoming more and more active, and he is quite famous among the Primarchs.

Even as he turned around to deal with the pile of official business, the doubts brought about by the glasses still followed him like a shadow, circling in his mind.

Even when Guilliman met the sisters, all kinds of things related to them would involuntarily emerge in his mind, and his thoughts were like wild horses running wild, with all kinds of absurd and bizarre ideas running rampant in his mind.

Curze opened his mouth and laughed heartily. "Today, Midnight Haunter has won a resounding victory!" His voice echoed in the empty room. "Sevatar, call it a day! We did a great job today!"

Sevatar took off his helmet, revealing his long silver hair stained with clotted blood. His brow furrowed, his eyes filled with confusion. "My lord, I simply do not understand. Why would you go to such great lengths to disturb Guilliman's mind with those glasses? What is the deeper meaning behind this?"

Curze's laughter stopped abruptly. He turned around slowly, his single scarlet eye flashing a strange light in the darkness: "Sevatar, I have foreseen a horrible future through the Eye of Midnight. In that final doomsday battle, my sisters may have their souls torn into pieces by powerful beings coming from four directions!" His voice was low and hoarse, with unquestionable heaviness.

Sevatar was silent.

Guilliman dragged his slightly heavy steps and sat back down in front of the desk piled with documents.

The quill pen made a rustling sound as it stroked the parchment. It seemed that he had devoted himself to his official duties, but his thoughts were like a kite with a broken string, drifting involuntarily to what had just happened.

His brain seemed to be forcibly divided. One part was processing the pile of documents in front of him and making comments on the report; the other part was tightly entangled by the mysterious glasses, the sister's pitiful eyes, and Koz's meaningful smile, and he couldn't break free.

"Okay!" Guilliman murmured helplessly, put down the pen in his hand, and raised his hand to rub his sore eyebrows.

The facts are before me. I am really upset by this matter and it is difficult for me to devote myself to my work.

"It's like a fairy tale."

……

As Clarks's ship cut through the starry sky and approached Ultramar, a deafening roar suddenly exploded.

The loud noise seemed to have life, bringing with it terrifying fear, instantly filling the entire ship, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Clarks stood on the bridge, looking at the huge shadow cast by the ship. The originally bright bridge was instantly swallowed by darkness.

His gaze was solemn as he pondered to himself, "This must be the Legion heir my mother mentioned! The power they wield is surprisingly similar to mine. But strangely, I don't feel any sense of blood connection at all."

Clarks was wearing heavy Terminator armor, and his iron boots stepped on the deck, making a dull and rhythmic sound.

As the Primarch, his senses were far superior to those of ordinary people. He was keenly aware of potential danger and suspected that it was an alien enemy from some unknown corner.

He noticed a pair of eyes flickering in the shadows.

Those eyes were strikingly similar to his own, yet the meaning within them was entirely different: a kind of near-insane joy and a stubborn determination to never give up. Clarks' heart trembled, and he secretly speculated, "It seems some alien weapon has split me in two."

As he went deeper into the shadows, he heard roars, and the fear contained in them became more and more intense.

This creepy atmosphere made Clarks extremely uncomfortable. His hands unconsciously tightened around the power sword at his waist, ready to deal with any threats that might arise at any time.

Clarks' breathing became heavier, and he took every step carefully, the soles of his boots rubbing against the deck, making a sharp sound.

The roars around him became more and more shrill, and the cold air wrapped around his neck like a snake.

Suddenly, a black shadow shot out from the shadows, as fast as lightning.

Clarks reacted extremely quickly and dodged sideways in an instant. The black shadow brushed past his shoulder armor, leaving a deep mark on the metal surface.

The Primarch saw a twisted creature, covered in scales and emitting a strange light. Its limbs were long and thin and covered with sharp barbs. Its head was shaped like a sickle, and its eyes were like burning green fire, revealing madness and murderous intent.

Clarks was secretly shocked. This was definitely not an ordinary alien. It was agile and powerful, and could even avoid his perception and launch a surprise attack.

"Hmph, no matter who you are, don't even think about leaving alive today." Clarks growled and drew out his power sword, which instantly emitted a faint blue light.

The creature seemed to understand his words, and it let out a sharp scream, its tail sweeping over like a steel whip. Clarks quickly stepped back half a step, swung his sword to block, and the tail of the sword collided with the tail, sparks flying.

The battle became more intense, and several more Yinlingqi VIII (seven) hiss (five) VI identical creatures rushed out from the shadows and surrounded Clarks.

They cooperated well and attacked from different directions.

Clarks wielded the power sword, the sword shadow was like a wheel, and every swing brought up a strong wind, dealing with these creatures.

When one group is cut down, another group of aliens will rush out.

As the situation became increasingly critical, Clarks suddenly noticed that the creatures' movements seemed to follow a certain pattern: whenever they roared at a specific frequency, the rhythm of their attacks would change. With a sudden thought, he decided to take a risk.

Taking advantage of the gap between a creature's attacks, Clarks suddenly put away his power sword and rushed into the depths of the shadows at an extremely fast speed.

The creatures were stunned for a moment, then let out angry roars and chased after them.

Clarks relied on his familiarity with the ship's structure to navigate the intricate passages.

Soon, he arrived at the energy core area of ​​the ship.

This place is filled with powerful energy fluctuations, and the light emitted by the core illuminates the entire space.

Clarks stood beside the core, awaiting the arrival of the pursuers. The moment the creatures rushed into the energy core area, Clarks quickly activated the core's overload program. A powerful energy wave erupted instantly, and light surged out like a tide, completely devouring the creatures...

The light was like a surging tide, instantly engulfing those creatures.

Under the impact of the energy, their bodies twisted and deformed, and they let out a final shrill scream. Then they turned into countless flickering points of light and disappeared without a trace.

Thanks to his extremely fast speed, Clarks hid in a nearby protective cabin at the moment of the energy explosion, thus avoiding being affected.

As the overload of energy gradually subsided, Clarks slowly emerged from the protective cabin. The energy core area was in ruins, and the surrounding equipment was shattered by the powerful energy, emitting wisps of green smoke.

The strange alien that splits out with abilities similar to its own is by no means accidental, and there is likely a bigger conspiracy behind it.

Suddenly, the ship's alarm sounded sharply again.

Clarks frowned and checked through the shipboard system, and found that another group of unidentified objects were approaching Ultramar at high speed.

Judging from the scan data, the energy reactions of these objects were exactly the same as those of the previous aliens. He didn't dare to delay and immediately rushed to the bridge.

Clarks kept thinking as he ran to the bridge.

Where do these aliens come from?

Why are they interested in Ultramar and themselves?

Is there some unknown connection between them and the Legion's descendants?