Chapter 592 Yago Severtalion
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"In an era like this, to be human means to be just an insignificant speck among the trillions of people living under the most bloody and cruel rule you can imagine. Too many things are related to war, conspiracy, or even desire. Ambition was lost and forgotten, disappearing into the vast river of time and no one knows about the promise of common progress. The promise of mutual understanding and human kinship proved to be a naive ideal in most people's eyes. The hungry gods were already there, waiting in the stars and in the hearts. Peace disappeared and the old night was reborn. , in the cold and dark future, there is only war and death, there is no doubt about it.”
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Let us first take our eyes away from the blue humanoid hurricane that suddenly erupted on the Iron... Destiny Steel and headed straight for the hangar, and take a look at the beautiful and vibrant Macragge on the other side of the galaxy. How an action-packed day runs up and down the capital city of Magna.
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Just as the conversation between father and son between Tigris and Guilliman ended on the flagship of the Fourth Legion.
Someone is unhappy.
Because theoretically speaking, Mr. Konrad Coates, who acted as the biggest villain and biggest surprise in this conversation, should stand with his hands on his hips and face the camera happily, viciously and proudly showing his teeth that are as sharp as sharks. Laughing three times to celebrate his success in avenging his shame ten thousand years after being captured, he caused destruction to the heart of one of the brothers he disliked most in a single sentence like no other before or since. a fundamental blow.
But...
In view of the fact that the Iron Blood is a ship whose actual service age is much longer than the recorded age, the ship has been upgraded countless times, the strength of the characters targeted for upgrades has also been continuously upgraded, and there has been a certain wizard master and A flagship that is legendary both internally and externally by a certain master of mortal witchcraft who has a very comprehensive defense against psychic powers, especially prophetic psychic powers——
Therefore, someone's prophecy indeed played this fun for him many times while watching other people, but he also really did not get to see the live broadcast of this long-awaited thing - even if it was strong As he is now, he has not been able to break through the unshakable wall.
Not only was Rameng pretending to be asleep, but his teeth were no longer shark teeth. When he turned into normal teeth, the intimidation and fashionability of his smile dropped several notches.
"It feels really bad, I tell you, I feel really bad right now! I should have ripped out his heart!"
In view of the above reasons, the Honorable Citizen of Macragge, His Excellency Kant Krach, is now walking in the empty passage with a straight face. There is no one here, but he is still complaining loudly.
"How bad is it, dear father? Can it be worse than when you first laid eyes on your biological father and brother?"
An image with a light blue psychic glow around the edges, accompanied by a faint smell of psychic frost and ozone, seemed to be born out of thin air.
If this scene appeared on some beaches or sacred mountains in ancient Terra, then there is no doubt that the person who is being born will receive some titles such as "Storm Born" or "From It has titles such as "Born from the Sea" and is considered by people who believe in animism to be a god or spirit with the power to protect or harm them.
But this is the beginning of the 42nd millennium, and this is the cabin passage of the Enterprise registered under the Netfall dynasty.
Therefore, the existence born next to the Lord of Midnight at this moment can only be the son of God.
This humanoid form gradually stabilized, and the blue glow and frost gradually dissipated. Under the illumination of fluorescent lamps on both sides of the passage, he was wrapped in a ragged one-piece body-wrap robe, with blood stains on the edges. His feet Naked, erased at will The remnants of blood still remain on his eternally sneering but handsome face, as well as the hundreds of scars caused by battles or torture on his exposed pale skin, some of which are quite old, while others still look fresh.
Even Conrad Coates frowned after glancing at such an image.
"What? You're not in good shape today? I'd say you should take me to catch some stupid lion cubs, skin them, and cut them into appropriately sized pieces and hang them on your bridge. That would definitely help. Your mental recuperation, every time I see these things in you that were killed by those headless people in the past The traces left by the sadism in my brain, I felt that I should have worked harder to kill the old lion, and then threw these self-righteous fool little knights into the Nightshade and played with them with their favorite hunting little knights. Games to relieve stress ”
"No, I'm fine, my lord." This figure - or rather, one of the actual machine spirits and navigators of the Enterprise, is also the reason why the Enterprise can easily shuttle through such a dangerous blood storm in the Supreme Sky. ——The spirit body of Yago Severtalion replied.
"It's just that now Otani said she wanted to take a nap, and you seemed to be in a lively conversation, so I adjusted myself to a peaceful state more suitable for navigators and astrological navigation. This will help me serve you with a suitable attitude .”
After receiving this answer, the Eighth Primarch still snorted unhappily.
"You dote on her too much!" He pointed out rather amusedly, "And why does your so-called peaceful state have to be like this when your so-called peaceful state can obviously be a normal appearance wearing armor?"
"Aren't you asking questions knowingly? Father?"
The bare feet of his most beloved son were weightless but very realistically landed on the ground made of alloy, as if he could really use his own body to walk behind his father here.
"Although the huge volume accumulated by the Enterprise with adamantine and other ectoplasm materials and the large amount of psionic matrix engraved on it have effectively helped me stay in reality and stabilize my mental state, in fact, the most stable thing reflected in the mind is The situation still needs to be fixed in my most spiritual external state. The connection between body and soul is real here, my Lord."
As for the question about whether a certain little girl was too pampered, the former chief company commander of the Eighth Legion and the leader of the Night Bat Council did not choose to respond.
"But you don't have a body anymore, Sai."
"But the Enterprise is my body now, Father. Otherwise you would never have seen me."
These words evoked some thoughts of the Lord of Midnight, and the waves in his soul sea gradually subsided, just like a giant beast of the deep sea waving its tendrils and retracting into the dark abyss.
"Indeed." His emotional changes became much more obvious and drastic in front of the heirs on the Enterprise. At this time, he looked melancholy and sad again, "This is a debt I owe him, for bringing you from the distance and the deep. Salvaging it out of the darkness and putting it back together is no longer something that only a god can do.”
"It sounds like this kindness will never end. I'm honored that my damn life has such a precious value that transcends the universe. I'm really flattered. Maybe next time you have something particularly difficult to do, you can exchange it with me. Father.”
"But fortunately, the benefactor of the kindness is not conscious of this matter." Coz's expression immediately turned into a light and joyful one, "So you don't have to worry, I can repay the kindness within the limit of my liking. That's fine. "Including turning into a cat to repay your kindness, my lord?" Sevita Leon's pure black eyes flashed with hidden interest.
"Never as long as that hateful dog is there!" The Eighth Primarch's resentment, jealousy, dissatisfaction and other emotions appeared in his psychic image like a rolling cloud.
The spirit projected by the first company commander on the ship showed an interested expression, dog? Does that refer to the Primarch of the Space Wolves? However, during the round trip and the brief approach to the Iron Blood, the Enterprise did not find any trace of Leman Russ's appearance from the psychic echoes and afterimages. I don't know why my father said this.
"But you didn't say 'absolutely impossible'?" he said politely, which was in great contrast to his appearance.
"If you don't want me to paint the sides of your boat blood red then you better keep your mouth shut, Cy."
"Okay, then do you still want to hear my report on what I saw during this voyage, the cargo list on the ship, and the specific details of the import and export trade, smuggling, piracy, and intercepted information in the border conflict in the Ultramar sector this week? And what else did you ask me to do? Or do you want to take a look yourself?"
The Eighth Primarch had a look on his face that said, "[Nostramo expletive], didn't you just go to work yesterday? Why do you have to go to work again today?" He looked tired even before he started working, and turned around to walk towards the Enterprise. An office dedicated to him.
"Relying solely on predictions will make me lose the fresh interest in life and turn me into a failed pessimist, but working without predictions will make me catch the taste of life and make me want to go crazy. In the end, Sometimes it’s hard to decide whether to be a madman or a normal person - Sai, prepare a bottle of sparkling Reca coffee with iced green orange juice.”
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Before lunch began, Malcador had already dealt with all the administrative matters that came to his desk, from the most distant star system to what happened yesterday in the Macragge system.
Looking at an empty desk is refreshing.
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He picked up his tea and just finished the last sip, as expected of him.
Although these complicated and diverse administrative matters were less than what he once had to deal with on Holy Terra, in fact it was impossible for an ordinary person, even an ultramarine, to handle them in such a short period of time.
But to be fair, for a government affairs veteran like him, there is a difference in the difficulty of taking care of a well-kept fountain vegetable garden and a garden and a Catachan jungle with overgrown trees and wild growth among government affairs processors and the actual processing speed. The contrast may be greater than the physical differences between Orcs and Eldar.
As long as the rule runs smoothly enough and the rules are well formulated from the beginning, Malcador is the most perfect and efficient executor in the universe.
What's more, here he doesn't have to deal with the headache of someone who always allocates a lot of extra resources and manpower to implement his grand dream that always exceeds the budget. He doesn't have to hide the huge extra expenses and flows, so he can work quickly.
The former imperial regent picked up his cane, opened the French door of the office, and walked into the atrium garden built with light yellow sandstone and white marble. The scorching sunlight shone directly, so he walked right under the colonnade facing the sea.
From here, you can see from the shadows the blue waves, whitecaps and seagulls flying above the waves in Lakeham Bay. The sea breeze blows here only coolness, without any moist salt. It is obvious that the builder has a deep understanding of the geography, weather and the building itself. Precise calculations have been made to ensure that the location is comfortable year-round and ideal for enjoying the views across the bay.
And this is where we have scheduled lunch and rest today.
This area was originally part of the overall area that belonged to Manius Calgar's audience hall, office and bedroom. Now, this area has been re-divided and occupied by their respective new owners.
Just as Konrad Curze was responsible for all the details of agriculture, trade and border disturbances, and Malcador was responsible for the daily aspects of administrative people's livelihood in the sector, Julius Robert Omar was currently working in this area. The deepest one sits in Calgar's original room and is responsible for the entire operation of the Ultramarines Chapter and Macragge's diplomacy, law, war mobilization and preparation, and other affairs.
It has to be said that he was able to use the Primarch's physical charm and personal verbal skills quite smoothly, which even Malcador could not see through, to deal with the middle and lower-level officers of the Ultramarines and every visiting sub-group of Macragge or others. As for the Cousins Chapter, Julius has done a very familiar and exemplary job. The only one who can surpass this level is Robert Guilliman himself.
As for the Inquisition organizations stationed here and in the sector, which often become one of the most difficult organizations to deal with... Malcador himself can deal with them with his seal, and it's not a problem for a mere child.
Of course, it is not that no one wants to know why after Guilliman returned to his glorious home world, except for the chief think tank, others such as Calgar, who had held the title of "Regent of Macragge" for hundreds of years, all claimed to be ill. Or they have doubts about receiving treatment, but at least most people gave up their wild thoughts after seeing the mysterious knights in shining armor appearing on the left and right sides of the "original body" to protect them.
Now, Malcador saw that a huge dining table had been placed under the colonnade, on which the servants had placed fine linen napkins embroidered with white U-shaped coats of arms, olive branches and other decorations, juicy spices Roasted dinosaur, roasted root salad with makula style yogurt, fresh from the far east frontier Fruits and drinks, as well as paella stewed in small pots, were placed in the "Warrior" brand plate insulated stand, and ice buckets were used to chill golden wine and carved silver tableware around them - someone has been there since he discovered it. After his death, he ordered that all the lead tableware in the place be replaced with silver or white copper.
Not long after he sat down on the smaller seat next to the table and pressed the anti-gravity button, squinting his eyes and enjoying the relaxing feeling of the breeze.
A slight sound of metal boots hitting the fine, clean sand and gravel in the atrium sounded behind him.
"Good day, Master Kadu'er."
This title brought a faint understanding smile to the old man, as if the two young men standing cautiously in front of him with books in their arms that day were still vivid in his mind.
He turned his chair, and the tall figure walking towards him came into view.
The gorgeous ultramarine armor, the chain around his waist and the book sealed with spells, and the clear blue eyes that still smiled slightly under the crown of psychic thorns.
"Good day, Julius."
(End of chapter)