Warhammer 40k, but I’m really not an angelic father!

"Where is Uslan? He was the driving force behind Kaul's actions, and now he's like a shadow over everything."

I am really getting more and more curious about this Eldrad Uslan. A great prophet from the Usvi Ark World can actually keep pushing forward the progress of all these things.

From this, it seems that these elves are still hiding many things that humans don’t know about. I need to find some time to have a good chat with the Laughing God.

As if he had heard Sandiles' question, Visage gave an answer that did not satisfy Sandiles after a brief silence.

"We don't know either. Ever since Uslan committed a crime and was expelled from the Uswei Prophet Council, no one knows where he is. Although we have tried to search for him, we still can't find him."

"We learned about Uslan's whereabouts from you, or more precisely, from the great sage Kaul."

Such an answer made Sandales narrow his eyes slightly, but he soon recalled what happened when he just boarded the Eternal Soul.

At that time, Caul said that he had met Uslan on his way to Eriad VI, and at that time he was planning to explore things related to the Black Stone because of Hilandri's encouragement.

In other words... Uslan is very likely secretly watching the progress of all this, and using himself and the forces at his disposal as a reserve force that can be mobilized at will.

"We'll tell you the extra information later. You'll be moving with us anyway."

"I'm mainly here to ask you one thing. Which planet around Terra can the webway gate on the shrine world of Raphis lead to?"

After a brief silence, Visage searched his memory and found the webway gate closest to Terra.

However, if the location of this doorway were to be revealed, it would probably cause considerable panic in the human empire.

"Moon."

Moon???

The moment Visage uttered these two words, Celestine, the Living Saint, immediately wanted to demand the location of the other Webway gates.

"Don't be so surprised. Didn't your Emperor also study the Webway?"

The surrounding space had long been blocked by a large net woven by Visage's psychic energy. No sounds from the outside world could come in, and the sounds they made could not be heard out.

However, such a large network has its flaws. If someone wants to use psychic power to communicate secretly, then this barrier-like existence will not be able to stop them at all.

"Beneath the throne of your Emperor sits the largest Webway Gate."

"The outer wall of the Webway connected to that gate was once blown open by your brother, and the demonic army that poured out caused considerable trouble to the Emperor."

"Why, are you planning to go to Terra?"

Sandales did not answer Visage's question, but thought about something else.

The brother Visage mentioned should be Magnus, the Primarch of the 15th Legion. The Primarch brother who was forced to rebel is likely to set an ambush in the Webway.

After all, in terms of psychic power, he might be stronger than any Eldar known so far. Even Uslan cannot guarantee that he can beat Magnus in this regard.

"Can you delay Magnus's psychic attack? We must reach him to launch an effective attack."

"Hilandri and I can only delay the attack. You should know very well how powerful the psychic power of a Primarch is."

Unsurprisingly.

When Sandiles suggested that Visage and Hilandri delay Magnus's psychic offensive, even Visage looked hesitant.

Unless Uslan comes in person, no one present can fight Magnus psychically.

"What if we add..."

"Father, can you hear me?"

When Sandales wanted to continue discussing countermeasures with Visage, the chief think tank Mephisto suddenly established psychic contact with Sandales.

Although Sandiles himself is not very good at channeling psychic energy, as long as one party establishes contact, he can communicate with the other party.

"The webway gate on the Eternal Soul suddenly opened, but it wasn't the Eldar who walked out, but the Necrons."

"The man leading them calls himself Trazyn the Endless, and he brought with him a somewhat aged mortal."

"Tarazyn calls her Lady Euton."

This name made Sandales' pupils shrink instantly. If Mephisto was not joking with him, then the owner of this name might be Guilliman's adoptive mother.

"Listen Mephisto, what is the attitude of the so-called Infinite One, Trazyn?"

"He's very patient, father. Right now he's sitting in a chair... listening to classical music?"

Mephisto, who was on the Eternal Soul, glanced at Trazyn next to him. The silver skeleton was sitting in a chair and waving his hands like a conductor.

Although he didn't think he could understand human music, without confirming the other party's purpose, he would let this skeleton do whatever he wanted.

Mephisto waved his hand to signal the veteran to get some mortal food and water for Ms. Euden, but Dante was even more direct. The chapter leader directly brought a tray with two bunches of sweet green grapes to Ms. Euden.

They did not dare to determine the identity of Ms. Yuton, so they immediately contacted their genetic father.

"You stabilize the Necrons first, I will go find Guilliman immediately."

"Visaci, I'll discuss the countermeasures with you when I get back. I have something urgent to do right now."

After cutting off the connection with Mephisto, Sandales immediately flapped his wings and flew back to the conference room where Guilliman had just been.

The speed was so fast that even Visage and Celestine could not see the specific trajectory of the action.

"What could possibly make a Primarch so anxious?"

"I don't know. I've never seen him so anxious."

The Living Saint Celestine and Visage stood there for two seconds, and then they heard a sharp explosion that was loud enough to be heard throughout the entire Hera Fortress.

"Calgar!! Assemble the Ever-Victorious Army!! Prepare the Thunderhawk transport planes, quick!!!"

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Chapter 92 Trazyn: Can we talk business first?

(Hey hey! I hope no one will notice my extra chapter this time! Here are 5300 words of extra chapters. Now I can finally dream of returning to the Third Ring Road.)

"Although I know you creatures move slowly, you shouldn't be this slow, right? I've almost mastered the music on this disk, and your Primarch hasn't arrived yet."

Trazyn, half lying on the chair, was leisurely turning the small storage disk in his hand.

This disk contains records of probably hundreds of human classical music pieces, but during this period of waiting, I have almost learned how to play these hundreds of human classical music pieces.

While the music of humans is far from what they once were as Necrontyr, it still has a unique flavor.

While not a full meal, it's more than enough for dessert.

"I don't know what you're going to do, but if you try to threaten my child with me, I will end my life immediately."

Ms. Yuton, who had regained consciousness, was looking at the skeleton-like alien with vigilance.

She did not recognize the two Blood Angels around her who called themselves Mephisto and Dante.

In her memory, the people who were truly responsible for commanding the Blood Angels should be Sanguinius and Azkalon, the commander of the Blood Guard.

But now not only did she not see Azkalon, she also did not see the winged archangel Sanguinius.

All he could see was the alien who had captured him from Hera's Fortress, and several Astartes from the Blood Angels Legion.

The last scene she could recall was Conrad H.-Cozzi, who was terrified when he saw himself being abducted by the alien. This poor child who accidentally went astray finally chose to return to the right path.

Originally, I was very pleased with Koz's growth, but I didn't expect that this alien would rely on an unknown strange technology to seal himself in a stasis state.

She had no idea what had happened to her during the time she was sealed, nor did she know what the so-called battle group was.

But what he could figure out was that this alien must have had some ulterior motive for releasing him, otherwise he would not have let him see the light of day again.

And if this skeleton intended to use herself as a bargaining chip to threaten Guilliman, she would not hesitate to ask the Astartes next to her to kill her.

"Please calm down, ma'am. I'm just a collector, not a ruthless executioner. I'd rather acquire more collections than get into conflict with others."

Trazyn saluted Lady Euton with the elegance of aristocracy, to show that she had no direct hostility.

But Lady Euton didn't buy his tricks. The clever foster mother of the Primarch saw through the true purpose of the alien who called himself Trazyn almost at a glance.

"All the collectors I know are greedy. If someone can make them pay the price of a piece of art, it means that the collector can use this piece of art to exchange for more returns."

"Don't try to use me to gain any benefit for my child. You can't get anything from him."

The sharpness of Ms. Euton's eyes and her resolute attitude suddenly made Trazyn feel that he had been at a disadvantage. The identity and ability of the mortal before him were even better than that of the Lord of Creed Castle he had met on Cadia.

No wonder this woman was able to cultivate a rational Primarch like Roboute Guilliman with her mortal body and cognition.

"Well, my lady, you are right. Collectors are greedy. I released you in the hope of obtaining more collections from Guilliman."

"But please rest assured, the collection I'm referring to isn't him or anything around him. You can be sure of that..."

Before Karasin could finish his words, he was interrupted by the sound of hurried footsteps. When everyone turned their attention to the door of the main control room, a giant wearing gorgeous blue and gold armor quickly rushed into the main control room.

The sight hidden under the helmet of the Armor of Destiny quickly swept across the room, and then quickly locked onto the figure that looked a little short and thin among all the figures.

At this moment, the Primarch of the Ultramarines, who was always known for his rationality, instantly lost the rationality he should have possessed.

The huge body almost shook the floor. Guilliman moved so fast that Trazyn couldn't even see the trajectory of his movement, and he blocked himself between Ms. Euton and the alien in his eyes.

Sandales followed Guilliman into the control room, and only then did he realize why Horus called Guilliman a bull in disguise of rationality.

Because this guy was just too fast.

After boarding the Eternal Soul, Guilliman rushed to the main control room at a speed far exceeding his own. Even he could only barely catch up with Guilliman's running pace after flapping his wings to provide acceleration.

"I don't know how you dare to come directly to Macragge, but I advise you not to do anything that might provoke hostility!"

In front of his lost adoptive mother, Guilliman looked completely irrational. The Emperor's Sword in his hand, which was constantly burning with flames, was crackling, and the servo system of the Armor of Destiny was also making extremely obvious noises.

Every sign indicates that Guilliman is in an extremely excited state at this moment. It can even be said that Guilliman is a powder keg that can explode at any time.

If there was even the slightest spark, Guilliman would likely issue tactical orders that he would normally consider reckless.

Just when Sandiles and Trazyn were both racking their brains over how to calm down the bull that had completely lost its shackles, a blow from a crutch completely dissipated the bull's arrogance.

The crutch was not even as thick as a finger of Guilliman's Armor of Destiny, and its length only reached the height of Lady Euden's waist.

But when such a crutch hit Guilliman's helmet, the bull instantly lost all his arrogance.

Guilliman, who had originally wanted to cut Trazyn into pieces, immediately turned around and looked at his long-lost adoptive mother. He even threw the sword aside for fear that the Emperor's sword in his hand would burn his adoptive mother's body.

It seems that in Guilliman's eyes, this Emperor's Sword is no match for his adoptive mother.

"Calm down, Robert. What did I tell you before? Stay calm. Your descendants are all using you as a role model. If even you fall into uncontrollable anger, what will they do?"

"A commander must remain calm in order to issue the most accurate orders possible. Anger will cloud your mind and lead your troops into destruction."

Lady Euton did not recognize the armor Guilliman was wearing, but she still recognized Guilliman's huge body at a glance.

This big guy who has always cared about himself and Connor since they were growing up always loses his calm because of things that happen between the two of them.

Trazyn, who originally wanted to pick up the Emperor's Sword as a collection, was now stunned. Although he could not open his mouth or open his eyes wide, it still did not prevent him from being shocked.

He still couldn't imagine that a Primarch who had hundreds of thousands of Astartes under his command and controlled the rule of hundreds of planets could be scolded like a child by a mortal woman.

Where's that bullish look you had just now?

Where did that look of wanting to tear me into pieces go?

Are you doing this for all the time I spent trying to calm you down?

Thanks to this moment of distraction, Sandales had already grasped the Sword of the Emperor in his hand. This weapon, which had been used by the Emperor himself, was much heavier than his own Sword of Hope.

As Sandales dragged the Emperor's Sword, Trazyn realized what a stupid thing he had just done. He had missed an extremely perfect collection because of his shock at such a small thing.

Although he felt a little sad about missing the Emperor's Sword.

But with the idea that it was okay to lose money but not too much, Taraxin immediately turned around and used the image capture technology on his living metal body to take an extremely exquisite photo.

This photo is at least somewhat commemorative. Maybe one day in the future when I take it out, I can spread it as the dark history of this Primarch.

"Mother, are you okay? Did that damn alien abuse you?"

"Did he give you enough food? Where did he keep you?"

Guilliman's anger vanished, and at this moment he turned back into the worried son.

On the one hand, he was concerned about whether his adoptive mother had enough to eat at Talaxin's, and on the other hand, he was concerned about whether she was being abused there.

Under normal circumstances, he would definitely not ask such a thoughtless question about the identity of a prisoner.

But the thin figure in front of him was his adoptive mother, the mother he had lost and whom he had missed for who knows how long.

Ever since King Connor's father was assassinated by that damned Garlan, the only warmth he could get came from his mother, Euden.

"I say, can you please..."

Trazyn was about to raise his hand to express his opinion, intending to object to Guilliman's attitude of leaving him aside and ignoring him.