Chapter 593 If you don’t take it, you won’t get it
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"Flattery is the maid of sin." - Proverbs of Ancient Terra
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When Konrad Curze finally got tired of trying to tear apart and skin every Adeptus Astartes ship loyal to the Empire that entered Macragge's airspace (don't ask a man who owned Severtalion ·His Royal Highness, the Primarch of the Enterprise, how did he skin the ship? On the contrary, with the help of Sai, he was commanding his thirteenth brother's group of blue little ones who didn't know what kind of misfortune would befall them. Cubs.
They guided more ships of the war group that broke through the chaotic and violent torrent of the High Sky to arrive at Macragge before the end of the assembly period to enter the port and berth, and then went through a series of reception, inspection, accommodation and other procedures.
Although these visitors also included a few members of other founding groups, as time went by, the vast majority of those who came from as far away as the Maelstrom and the surrounding star fields were sub-groups of the Ultramarines.
From the White Archons who rule the two kings to the Nova Warriors, from Thalasa's Void Trident to the Silver Templar, and from the Dooming Eagle to the mysterious Ascetic Chapter, there are as many as dozens ("Even if I can see me... I think Guilliman... maybe we can take his gene-seed to Honso and use it to enhance our... ...Okay, father, I'm kidding.") The members of the Chapter who inherited Guilliman's genetic blood gradually heard about what happened on Macragge, that their genetic Primarch was resurrected, expelled Chaos, and recovered. After the great rebirth of the planet, they immediately crossed the dangerous sea of stars regardless of the cost, trudged here, and gathered here.
Every warrior and son waits with excitement to meet their genetic father, a living son of the Emperor, a human god who walks among them, and looks forward to honoring him with his presence and serving under his command. As his descendant, he followed his orders and set out for the Star Sea, using his courage and glory to bring greater glory and more glorious victory to the original body that they had praised for thousands of years.
According to rumors, every warrior who walked into the audience hall, regardless of the traditional culture of his group, age, combat experience or original personality, when they finished their audience and walked out of the door, they had changed from the past. Coming out of any shadow, pain, darkness or confusion, a new mental outlook gave them new vitality. They can't wait to prepare for the next grand ceremony and the glorious journey that will follow. .
But when the Eighth Primarch turned his attention to the names in the latest submission list that he turned over in his hand, he laughed out loud again.
"What's wrong with you, father? I thought such boring work had drained away your joy. What could make you so happy? If it's a joke suitable for children, please feel free to share it. Otani has already Depleted my bedtime story stash.”
The smile immediately disappeared from the pale original face like morning dew illuminated by the sun, and now only mockery and anger remained on his face, "Then you can explain to her in detail how you delicately put that The story about the governor's daughter being skinned alive for three days and three nights and having her scream angrily at the global communications network, I think she would have listened to without moving."
"It's surprising, my lord, your sense of humor seems to have increased in direct proportion to your knowledge. The high level of education provided by Thesa Guarsa and the Iron Blood once again surprised me. Maybe the mission will not be so good When I'm nervous, I should send Otani to Thesaguarsa to be educated by Ms. Octavia for a while, or send her to Port Wandering to receive the nine-year compulsory education they recently started. This sounds very good. .”
"I didn't bring you back from the endless war and the deepest darkness just to show you your little pet in front of me every day! Sai!"
The Eighth Primarch snorted coldly. A few strands of his neatly combed black hair were hanging down from his forehead. There was a huge cruiser outside the porthole, blocking the light from the stars. When Severtarion felt something in his heart, he looked at it again. At that time, only the pair of pure black eyes in the shadows reflected the only dark night light in the office, flashing with the light of a bloodthirsty beast.
In that moment of light and darkness, the silk curtains hanging from the ceiling of this elegant cabin suddenly turned into many human skins and human body fragments hanging on chains. The furniture was covered with fresh corpses that had been turned into flat surfaces. The floor turned a deep red, almost black and sticky, with scattered human fragments scattered everywhere.
But when the image of the chief company commander began to transform into a dark blue power armor, the cruiser slowly sailed away, and the star's light shone into the room again. The throne made of flesh and bones looked like nothing more than carved walnut. The shadows of the wooden and ivory decorative panels create an illusion, and the person sitting on it is not the devoured laughing and absurd ghost that dwells on pain, loneliness, fear, loss of control and guilt.
In the pair of bottomless black pupils passed down to every heir, what is hiding behind and peering at the outside world is undoubtedly a rational soul with self-restraint. The light of that kind of wisdom and morality that is truly illuminated is basically There is no way to disguise or cover up, it is as dazzling and heartbreaking as the stars in the sky.
So the chief captain of the Eighth Legion, the most outstanding warrior and killer in the Great Crusade, Yago Savitarion held the halberd that slowly appeared in his hand, and slowly lowered it towards his beloved and most deplored father. Beheaded.
"I have exceeded it, my lord, and I am willing to accept any punishment."
The other party responded with a sneer, "Don't expect to get your red gloves from me so easily, Sai. But I can tell you why I am laughing."
"Then do I have this honor, my lord?"
"Look at this." The Eighth Primarch crumpled the document in his hand and threw it towards the heart of the breastplate with the skull symbol that Sevatar had transformed.
The latter didn't know what principle he used to make the breastplate really make a sound like ceramic steel being hit. Then he reached out and grabbed the paper ball, unfolded it, and stared at the content on it.
The next moment, through the Lord of the Night's words and his own talent, he learned what happened before and after Thesa Guarsa became the new home star of the Midnight Lord, as well as the iron... Destiny Steel was at least the chief company responsible for some of the inside stories and external rhetoric. Nagaya couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, making the cold smile solidified by the scars on his face look more sincere and the child stopped crying.
The entry list on the parchment was clearly written in beautiful and regular Gothic characters. Among the ships of the Ultramarines sub-regiment that entered the port this time for pilgrimage, there were "Origin Chapter" and "Silver". Skull's two void ships.
"You have to...entertain them well."
"Ha, I believe that the little guy sitting in the Hera Fortress will entertain them well."
"Don't we need to pay attention to the Origin Chapter? They may start asking about their missing company here, or feel something is wrong from their contact with us, my lord?"
"Guilliman is not here. As the only primarch present, I am now naturally their commander!" The Midnight King waved his hand as a matter of course, "I am sitting on Macragge and responsible for the next war operations. If all these war groups and ships are deployed, materials are distributed and arranged in advance, then of course I can choose the direction in which these warriors attack! Is it possible that even if they ask me to come here, I can still order myself to clear out my own planet? ”
"However." Coze squinted his eyes and felt from his field of vision the flow of the thread of fate that had flowed out from the supreme sky more and more easily since the opening of the Scarlet Road. "Oh... is it still the case? However, some people have really begun to be completely excluded from the tapestry of fate... It's okay, if you don't take it, you don't get it. Just as blessings are sometimes more like curses, curses can sometimes be blessings."
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"Tomorrow is the celebration parade for the 'Resurrection and Journey of Robert Guilliman'."
Malcador nodded towards Julius, "At least what I can ensure is that even if I try my best now, I can't see through your incarnation spell - it has reached the level that Magnus used - no, it can even It is said that the level of excellence is better than that of blue, which will be very helpful for tomorrow’s ceremony.”
"I'm glad to hear you say that, Master. It shows that the hard work I've been honing on my craft for so long has paid off."
The blue-eyed priest, who had a body the size of his original body but behaved as if he was born with it, sat down opposite the former imperial regent, cut a piece of freshly baked stone kiln bread that was larger than an ordinary mortal's head, and then spread it with goat The sauce made of cheese, basil, blueberries, etc. was eaten quickly and elegantly. Macado noticed that the food he chose to accompany the meal was still a sweet drink. Apparently some people did not take " You should try to eat healthily and eat as little sugar as possible.” Let’s continue teaching this together.
"Whether it's Guilliman or you, it's obvious that neither of you will like this kind of grandiose ceremony that wastes people's money. What's more, you have discovered the problem, so why did you still agree to hold it beyond the specifications? ”
There was a trace of reproach in the old man's voice but more of an admonishment, "It's best not to imitate someone's appearance when it comes to preference for form, just do the required part. Even if we don't have such luxury, we can still do it. Catch that guy red-handed - that's what I think now, and I'll give you the same advice, of course, if you really like it, it doesn't hurt."
"Of course not. Master Kadu'er."
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While he was speaking, Julius opposite had already eaten three large pieces of spread bread, a whole plate of ham, raisins, melon snacks, and two large pots of honey and passion fruit liqueur. How elegant was his eating posture? The speed is like that of a veteran who has experienced hundreds of battles and is always vigilant.
"I'm surprised why you put forward such conservative suggestions. Perhaps it was influenced by my fathers? Indeed, pragmatism and efficiency are higher virtues for us, but specific issues should be considered in specific circumstances. , judging from the current situation that has heightened the atmosphere in this area, if we had not been so grand, luxurious and extravagant to the extreme level of religious worship, we would finally have officially announced the good news that 'Guilliman has returned' If it is announced once during the military parade, it is likely to have a negative impact on the authority of the matter, because first of all, the significance of the ceremony itself is to unite people's hearts through form, and if it is not held in line with the requirements of this era, Then this is something that 'does not conform to their common sense' and will cause more doubts that require more explanations afterwards. Such an obvious deduction can be concluded..."
He suddenly stopped and smiled facing the old man who also showed a pleased smile.
"Sorry, Master." Julius said sincerely, "In my life that has not yet begun, I have been a teacher and guide for a long time, and I will always learn what I learned from my father. It is obvious to viewers like you that I have some inappropriate preaching habits when I don’t need to be them.”
"No, that's good," Macado said, picking up the tea cup in front of him more relaxedly, "I'm very satisfied with your answer, so I don't have to worry about any possible accidents in the most important procedure. ”
"To the laurels you will achieve." The former imperial regent toasted to the other party.
"To the gift that I will keep and return to Lord Guilliman." A smile appeared on Julius' lips at the same time, and he raised his glass.
The day after this seaside lunch conversation ended, a grand ceremony and military parade began in Magna City, the capital of Macragge.
Although it has not been long since the victory in the Sovereign Temple, parts of the Hera Fortress still need to be rebuilt, and there are still a large number of sick and wounded who have not yet recovered. The number of soldiers and ships arriving is also increasing and increasing invisibly. local burden.
However, Macragge has recently become very idle and frightened due to the arrival of the Three Giants and the personnel changes at the top of the chapter. The mortal governor, who is based on the belief that "the people's piety should not only be dedicated to the holy emperor, should also be dedicated to "To the returned Lord Guilliman, this will strengthen people's faith and dispel the darkness in our hearts" and tried his best to promote it.
In a short period of time, a grand avenue for military parade leading from the Gate of Titan to the gate of Hera Fortress was ready. The war engine, which is rarely seen in ordinary times, was driven here on an unprecedented scale. Incense was burned, prayed, and maintained. , the same thousands of Astartes soldiers in bright and colorful uniforms stood on both sides of the avenue - and millions of mortal armies marched from the suburbs to show their military appearance yesterday.
Countless streamers, flowers, and colored papers fell from the sky like colorful clouds. The people of Macragge packed the streets and traveled with their families, scrambling to seize the best and most advanced intersections and high places, preparing to attack every painted person. The Sons of Guilliman and other brave warriors in different disguises waved and tossed flowers and ribbons in their hands, while excitedly singing loudly hymns and praises dedicated to the Primarch.
In the cheers of millions coalescing into an enduring wave of fervent emotion.
The magnificent military parade began.
(End of chapter)