Chapter 582 Pull out your sword, madam-
"'...The whole galaxy should be unified under the jurisdiction of a single monarch. Only the only human empire can ensure the rule of peace and justice, so that the world can fully develop its inherent talents, live and work in peace and contentment, and obtain the blessings of this world; and as the only human empire, The representative of the true God, the Pope will govern the church throughout the galaxy, guiding the world to reach the peaceful land governed by God in the next life, and obtain eternal blessings. The emperor's power in the world rests with God. rather than from the pope, so the empire and the church will be separated and side by side' - but if the emperor's authority comes from his own divinity and not from other things, how should the empire and the church deal with the two parties? status? Have these practical considerations not been considered? I only see an idealized utopia of selfish desires." - Someone scrawled in the margin at the end of the manuscript.
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When we see that "Robert Guilliman" is really in the sight of everyone and in the picture drawn by his destiny, he should be "bright, alert, wise, with surging hope and vitality of life all over his body", " When holding the sword of the Emperor to sweep away all evil Chaos heretics" and "save the loyal people of the Emperor and his heirs here."
This Primarch, who is currently the only corpse in the empire that has complete traces and records, and which has been openly stared at by everyone for being genuine for 10,000 years, has actually done what he is doing now, taking out a certain person with one hand. The color made by my father is wrong. With his great sword, he took out the Book of Black Flames signed by a certain primarch with one hand and used his powerful spiritual power to siphon the souls of heretics. No one could resist or resist, and his lips were stained with blood. , like a picture of hell where the devil appears.
——You [Gothic expletive] What’s the difference between this and publicly announcing, “We Ultramarines have voted for Chaos and are pulling the flag. Sons, your father, I am now the eternal choice of the Chaos Gods!” ! ! ! !
A certain immortal who ten thousand years ago endured the pain of being drained alive and burned to ashes still remained unconscious and left a trace of regret that he wanted to express. He could still press his head against the Primarch. The scolding imperial prime minister finally experienced what it felt like to be "angered to the point of unconsciousness" after 16,000 years.
His world fell into darkness as he wished. For a moment before he fainted from anger, Malcador thought, "I won't care who cares this time."
And the Honor Guards and officers in the Sovereign Temple, who had just fought hard against the attackers for their lives, now all stood there, as if they were struck by lightning - the Ultramarines are not some who have not even graduated from kindergarten. They started out as first company commanders, war commanders, and members of the legions, and then they became the death gods of the empire. All members of the envoy have received a systematic and good military school education, at least to the level of a junior high school diploma. Therefore, with their minds strengthened by genetic engineering, everyone's logic can naturally be solved within a ten thousandth of a second. They were provided with an inference that was not far from the conclusion of the former Imperial Chancellor.
——It’s over, our heirs have been loyal to the Empire for ten thousand years. Father, Primarch, why did you resurrect and join the chaos first? !
Calgar let out a cry of grief, and fresh blood flowed down his mouth and nose as the internal wound ruptured again. "I remembered! This must be the conspiracy of the hateful Night Lord traitor!!! Diglis! We must stop this!"
"...Take a rest, my lord, you will die if you move any more." Diglis sighed with a breeze of psychic spells, pushing the unwilling chapter leader forcefully but gently into a In an immovable state.
The chief think tank, who had previously been thought to have been too ravaged by psychic prophecies and turned crazy, became the only one at the scene who was caught in a whirlpool of self-doubt and disbelief who was calm and still had room to control the battlefield and his brothers with psychic powers. people.
He raised his staff, "...I have already warned you, brothers...but I have no intention of blaming you. Such a powerful destiny is not something that a small individual can bear. I have seen and accepted the new destiny. But it may take some time for you to accept it. I ask you not to hurt yourselves.”
The powers of the High Gods and their daemons rode the waves of the Warp to feast on the delicacies of a most unlikely sacrifice.
Only the scarlet road rushing out of the Eye of Terror seemed like a dazzling, clown smile in the dark starry sky.
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"Did you forget to say the right thing to say, ma'am?"
Just when the living saint was so shocked by witnessing this blasphemous miracle that even his holy form began to dissipate, the one who had just "eaten" the life force and souls of all the wizards who sacrificed to him and the Chaos warriors who tried to resist in the temple. The "Primarch" lightly jumped off the high platform of the throne and landed in front of their group. The heavy and intricate Armor of Destiny seemed to be nothing on him. Even its maker was stunned and speechless at this moment.
"I..."
The living saint opened his lips, not knowing what to say.
She raised her eyes, raised her neck and stared at the tall and majestic body of the Primarch.
Is this the realization of her long-cherished wish and mission?
A son of the God-Emperor has truly returned to this dark and broken world, but will he lead the empire to rise again and defeat the darkness that wants to devour the empire day and night?
Was he really the man she had been waiting for and praying to her God-Emperor to give them?
"Hurry up." She heard the spokesman of destruction say gently, "After you have finished speaking, you can rest this time. We will meet on the other side of the galaxy, Saint Celestine."
She suddenly opened her eyes wide, and a wave of memories surged from the distant corpses. She remembered her last, last, and previous ten deaths, and she understood why she was here.
When she looked at the scene around her again, she already understood what was going to happen next, so she smiled at her companions who were also starting to disappear.
Then he crossed his fingers and bowed his head in prayer.
"Thank you," Saint Celestine prayed at the scene of Robert Guilliman's resurrection in the Solemn Temple. She raised her face towards the distant direction of Holy Terra, as if looking up at an invisible and extremely tall golden On the throne, a tear reflecting the golden light slowly dripped down her smooth ivory face, "Thank you, Lord of the Shining Light; how could we be so beloved by you that you gave him to us."
The Inquisitor's brows were still frowning, but when she tried to do anything, it was too late. She looked at her palms that were dissipating in the air in surprise. Around her, except for the Gray Knights led by Grand Master Ahriman, Except for Belisarius Caul, Everenne, and Malcador, all the other companions and her subordinates who came along the way began to fade away like her own body, without any feeling or pain. Pain and fear.
The last white wings of the living saint spread out and wrapped around these confused phantoms, and then the gentle nothingness embraced them.
When everything dissipated in the air, only a few people at the scene and more Ultramarines solidified by Diglis remained.
Finally, Diglis sighed, appearing to have aged for centuries in an instant, "Your Excellency..." He was about to say something, when the giant wearing the gorgeous armor made for his original body waved his hand towards him and looked at him. To the Shadow Daughter who became very nervous.
"Look what I do? We have gone through many hardships and trekked here to resurrect you. Shouldn't you give us some explanation for this?" The priestess of Death unfolded her blade fan and wrinkled He frowned, and at the same time circulated the power of the dead in his body, ready to be ready in case of emergency——
"Draw your sword, my lady," this "Robert Guilliman" said to her in an extremely elegant Eldar tongue, and repeated it in High Gothic, "and cut it."
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Full of doubts and vigilance, Ifreni drew out her old woman's sword, the Sword of Sorrow Kevir, and looked at the demigod who was surrounded by colorful psychic fires in her eyes, but no color really penetrated him. The place pointed by the body.
It is a thick power supply cable. Judging from the direction and position of its extension, it is obvious that this is the cable that supplies power to the throne of the shrine where he was sitting before. You've already come down and made this place like this, why do you still...
She was confused and did not ask the question, but combined with what she had just seen, a flash of understanding flashed through her mind.
Efreni pursed her lips, raised the old woman's sword above her head, and cut the power supply cable as easily as breaking paper.
The moment she cut it off.
Everyone in all the temples, outside the temples, outside the fortress, inside and outside Magna City, and even Macragge suddenly felt a lightness or clarity, as if the shadow that had been covering the eyes of their souls was expelled. The hope for tomorrow, the path to the future suddenly becomes clear and solid.
"Well..." "Robert Guilliman" nodded, "Now there should be nothing to check off the to-do list."
"This incarnation spell is really well used. This spell is not a secret, but few people have the power and sophistication to completely simulate the dynamics and breath of the original body," Grand Master Ahriman said with emotion. He came forward and said, "You are using this spell nine times like the father of our genes. Long time no see, Robert. The last time we met was in the Jericho sector."
"Long time no see, Ahriman." The person who also had Robert as a medium nodded and replied to him, "Jericho? You were not who you are now, congratulations, but you can't take it off, right?"
"Indeed not," Ahriman replied. "Also, the good news is that it can be taken off, but you can only talk to the people you want to see at a time."
"What an interesting subject," Julius Robert Omar's blue eyes flashed happily like luminous sapphires, "Our Lord Maccador wakes up, let us start to deal with the details of the aftermath one by one. ”
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"Can the next things be dealt with directly?"
"My Lord said -"
"——Don't worry about the details."
They looked at each other and smiled.
But Malcador, who had just woken up, stood up and stood between them, looking like he was not smiling at all.
"You'd better give me a proper explanation." Veins protruded from his face, "otherwise I will blow you up to the sky with this place."
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"Who do you think the world under his command now supplies the food and household goods markets of Ultramar and its surrounding sectors?!!! Curze?! Him?! He has learned to rule normally?! He can manage ?! He can still do market planning and interstellar trade!”
The former Imperial Chancellor quickly flipped through the data pad in front of him, eager to find some flaws or exaggerated data.
"Look, I told you that he is the same as that person. He must believe that children should follow the path they give. He just doesn't want to believe that children will grow up. He holds on to their knowledge and life experience and does not share it with his children. Then these What is the difference between something existing and not existing? Children can also learn on their own. Being able to work, make money, and live well without their authoritative guidance seems to be such an incredible thing - I have lived vigorously for decades and died once, why can't I do it the second time. How about learning these uncomplicated knowledge in life? ”
Konrad Curze crossed his arms with dissatisfaction and sat on the desk that originally belonged to Manius Calgar. His figure has now returned to the size of an average Space Marine from the thin ordinary youth before, with pale skin and long hair. It was dark and dangling on the edge of the table with its legs hanging down.
The Fortress of Hera is currently tight inside and loose outside, and guests are closed behind closed doors. Diglis is in charge of the overall situation and telling the outside world that they are fine. However, a true primarch here is still very considerate or lazy and treats Karl, who only has emergency wound treatment. Jia moved to this office, saying it euphemistically, "This saves me from having to explain more so he doesn't think we lied to him again."
Since there is nothing wrong with this, others have acquiesced in this very casual behavior - strictly speaking, Coze can indeed exercise his rights here, but he still uses the teacher from Uthelma Atla. Julius, who learned here the primarch-level spell of using psychic energy to create a permanent outer body to maintain his demigod form, still asked his fellow disciple Arimando, the Grand Master of the Gray Knights, to pay more attention to Calgar's health.
"I really can't believe... you... you use your prophecy talent... only for farming?!" The former imperial prime minister once again made a crazy mistake, which made the original body of the Night Lord watch with relish and had a lot of hatred. Feeling a little repaid, "You... you captured the Phoenix Lord of the Eldas alive and didn't use her to exchange or attack... you used her as a sprinkler?!"
"Shh, be gentle, we have an Eldar guest in this fortress." Konrad Coze squinted at the old man happily, "Let her hear that we sent people to harass our farmland and put Jain... It would be bad if Zal got her back, now they don't know she's there for us work, so my heirs can focus on trade expansion and commercial activities without having to worry about driving away the sneaky Eldar. I don't want to add extra workload, which will increase production costs. .”
"I must be crazy to hear Konrad Curze spouting words like 'The Night Lords are engaged in business activities' and 'Production costs.'" Malcador wiped the sweat on his forehead. Small beads of sweat, "You were not born for this purpose!"
"Then you and he have nothing to control now." The Eighth Primarch sneered, "I'm dead in every sense of the word, and he can't control me."
"Besides." Julius gently intervened in the conversation at this moment, "In addition to the issue of franchise sales in specialty stores, I want to know even more."
His eyes were full of nostalgia, "How are the fathers? How is their appetite recently? Is the siege still going on?"
He used the present tense.
The ashen-faced chapter leader who had already been listening to the scene stared at him.
(End of chapter)