Chapter 215 The Battle of Macragge (End)
When Robert Guilliman and Perturabo rushed to the lawn outside the Senate Chamber, they had already heard what was going on in the hall. Give a speech.
Hundreds of nobles arrived here through various paths in the chaotic city and through deliberate or unintentional permission from the guards. They found the stable place they were most familiar with in Macragge, where the world was overturned. They expounded their opinions excitedly. After all, there are rare opportunities hidden in the chaotic disasters.
And among them, one man who has seized an especially important position of power is spreading his slogans into the tense political air of Macragge. Robert Guilliman could recognize his voice even across the obstruction of the hall and the walls. Archon Gloria.
Strangely enough, at the moment when the culprit was finally confirmed, his heart still sank.
Perturabo stopped outside the gate and stared at the flowers falling from the vines and the crushed gold and silver decorations.
"You have to go in yourself, Robert." he said, "I do not belong to Macragge."
Robert Guilliman nodded, and according to the discipline of the Senate, he will be short. Handing the sword to Perturabo, he pushed the huge door with both hands and stepped into the hall.
The light and shadow in the hall are chaotic. The orange-red light of the setting sun is filtered by the blue-purple flower windows into broken glass fragments. The bright chandeliers that light up the entire room and the LED chip decorations wrapped around each column Chains cut the whole world into more complex parts.
Every corner with alternating light and dark is crowded with people. The nobles’ various robes of light yellow, dark blue, off-white, crimson, brown and light purple and the golden laurels on their heads, arms and necks The rubies, sapphires and round pearls entwined on it made a jingling sound, and small arguments and even scuffles broke out one after another amidst the uneasy arguments and anxiety lurking.
The one-foot-tall hourglass sitting on the small metal table on the side of the hall was knocked over and fell to the ground. The crystal surface was stepped on, and the bright silver iron frame and delicate texture were buried in the sweat, bloody smell, and leaked water. In the gravel. In the whirlpool of power, aesthetics is not worth mentioning.
In the chaotic world, Jialan's voice behind the podium was amplified by the loudspeaker and tried its best to penetrate into the ears of every noble.
“…look what kind of monster Conor Guilliman has brought into our Macragge! We have endured an arrogant monster commanding us above us, with everything we have Accept him, welcome him, and what has he brought to us?"
"A more terrifying behemoth, an autocratic empire that towers over Macragge's democracy, a tyrannical empire? The ruthless emperor, a domineering lord of mankind!"
"He wants to use all the limited resources in our world as fuel for war, and invest endless Macragge people into fighting us! Let our people die for their empire in a cruel and unrelated struggle!”
"Our farmland, our factories, our tracks, our trade, generations of diligent and tenacious Macraggeans have built our own country and created our own prosperity with their own hands. It is we who have emerged from the darkness. Era, the system of slavery was abolished, and the planets of Ultramar were connected into one federation. When we completed all this, where was the human emperor?"
"We relied on our own strength to establish. Our Garden of Remembrance paved Macragge's Heroic Avenue. Now we are rich and prosperous, even the poorest of the poor have food and clothing, and our efforts bear rich fruits. Then what? Their fleet landed on top of us with an army of 200,000!”
“The giant monster we raised selflessly and treated him as our own child easily returned to the evil bird flag of the empire! Next, we must dedicate all our efforts to a cold imperial machine that seems to be glorious and glorious, but is actually asking for nothing!"
"Think about it, what have they brought to us? Look at our newspapers? , our news, inhuman and arrogant monsters have occupied important positions on so many planets, hiding behind the scenes and monitoring us all; just outside this chamber, the blood of innocent lives is being shed, and the Macragges are Being killed by foreign tyrants, there are still people who think that we can pay, can endure, and can let them commit crimes above our heads?"
Countless conversations unfolded in the audience, one after another being sent into the gene source? within the body’s sensitive auditory system. "We are losing our birthright", "He is right, we will be asked to hand over funds", "The population is not enough to emigrate", "We should emphasize freedom"...reasons were thrown out one after another , surrounding Robert, forcing him to retort.
Robert Guilliman lowered his head, distinguishing the smell in the room, listening to the heartbeats of everyone in the room, looking for those rustling noises that he was already familiar with. When he found the presence of the first xenomorph, he must sadly admit, he breathed a sigh of relief.
He gradually understood what he should do.
The image of the council chamber formed in his brain, and the disguised alien was marked. One, two, three. Three in total.
He pushed a noble next to him, "Give way," he whispered.
A circle of people around him seemed to have just noticed his arrival, with a cold light of fear flashing on their pale faces - no, they had noticed it a long time ago, but no one dared to react. As Garland said, Robert Guilliman is an unstoppable monster.
"No, no!" A noble councilor judged that Robert Guilliman was unarmed and quickly realized that this was a unique opportunity. Once he becomes the first brave man to stand up to the Primarch, he will immediately rise to the upper reaches of the power hierarchy in Macragge's political changes. "Get out of the Senate, Robert Guilliman, out of Macragge! You are not welcome!"
"Give way, Rikar." Robert said patiently.
The congressman understood that this was the key moment of his political performance. He opened his eyes wide and roared at the tall giant with the greatest grief, anger and heroism that a mortal could show: "I will not surrender, monster!"
Robert gently pushed aside the crowd and walked towards the interior of the hall.
The congressman who just spoke seemed to have read some signal that encouraged him to keep up his efforts, and followed closely behind him: "You tyrants will one day die for your crimes! Ma Ku The Rags will never be patient..."
Robert turned around suddenly and kicked in the direction of the congressman. The congressman was so frightened that he fell to the ground and crawled away in panic. The screams once overshadowed Garland's speech on the stage and merged with the rapid high-frequency alarm sounding in the hall. One body.
The original body's combat boots kicked another silent nobleman next to the senator, and stepped on it hard. The individual became distorted in an inhuman form, and the artificial skin on the surface was cracked and twisted. The milky white worms exploded with appalling sap.
The alien's crushed limbs recovered at high speed within seconds, but failed to catch Robert Guilliman's next attack. Before anyone could see the original body's movements clearly, he had torn the human form made of worms into two halves, holding a piece of rotten flesh in each hand. The white smoke caused by the acid burning the gauntlets was on the raised hands of the original body. Ascend.
"Get out of the way!" the Primarch roared. "Get out of the way, councilors!"
The crowd burst into howls of panic, hurriedly pushing and shoving out of the way of Robert Guilliman.
You are too impulsive. Robert thought coldly that these alerted aliens might harm the congressmen in the hall, and many people would be injured or even die today. The chamber will be sprinkled with blood. Konor Guilliman devoted his life to improving the Council and making Macragge's civilization more prosperous and stable. You should come up with more rational and powerful ways to abide by Macragge's rules, curb your temper, and be a qualified successor to the Consul to prevent the Council from falling apart before your eyes.
But there is never any article in Macragge's rules of procedure that states that you cannot kill some bugs in the Senate.
"I couldn't understand your contradictory logic before, congressmen. If the empire you talk about is so irresistible, and if I, the monster, are so powerful, whose power will you rely on to drive away these monsters?" Robert Guilliman shouted loudly, letting the alien juices slide down his arm armor. "Now I understand, Jialan. What you rely on are these maggots hiding among us, these foreign enemies that induce civil war, the evil things that sow discord, the fearful aliens, and the monsters with ulterior motives."< br>
Robert Guilliman threw away the piece of meat, pulled out a stone sword from the hand of a sculpture in the Senate, threw it to Gloria's side, and penetrated the body of a soldier.
It quickly decomposed into its original form, and its body reorganized into a ball of filthy worms that continued to expand and contract. The acid and bacteria contained in the liquid, which was enough to eat flesh and blood, splashed onto other members of Gloriosa's guard, quickly destroying a living person's body. flesh.
"What did you pay for them to assist you, Gloria? How much of Macragge's resources did you sell to these greedy maggots? Members of your guard knew they would be sacrificed to the worms by you Mouthparts?"
Robert shouted, sprinting directly to the stage, ignoring his corroded skin, crushing and tearing the unarmed twisted worm until it was too heavy. The injury left the alien mass unable to repair its body.
He grabbed the helmet of the dead guard and held it up in his palms.
“Explain it to your followers, Gloria,” said Robert Guilliman. “No matter how many sweet words you have, and how much you may tell the truth, these disgusting filthy maggots are just that. The sour-smelling mucus sticks to the human skin, guarding your back. ”
"How many of the nobles present are being monitored by you? How many of them are served by a bunch of tangled worms every morning, supervised and scrutinized by those stretchy yellow and white strips of meat, and endured The risk of being silently replaced! ”
The Primarch did not hesitate to use any words that could arouse human nature to describe these aliens that he did not understand.
His propaganda was far more effective than Garland's speech. The crowd rarely gathered and started to disperse, fearing that the skin of the noble next to them would actually be propped up by rotting maggots.
The man-eating alien, coupled with Robert Guilliman, who has just proven that he can kill everyone in the chamber with his bare hands, proves why the real threat is stronger than a thousand deceptive words. Even scarier.
Robert ignored Jia Lan who was staring at the corpse in fear and was so frightened by his partner that he could not stand up straight. He withdrew the stone sword and pointed it directly at Jia Lan who had claimed to follow Jia Lan ten minutes ago. The senator who rebelled against the empire walked towards the crowd step by step.
He noticed that Councilor Ricard was still where he was supposed to be. A perfect speculator.
"Senior Ricard," Robert asked, "are you willing to feed yourself to a swarm of lowly maggots for the benefit of Consul Gloria?"
He paused at just the right moment. : "You dared to resist just now, which is very good. This proves that you are a person with courage and opinion. I hope you will express your current thoughts in the Senate. This is the role of the Senate, so that we can hear everyone A personal voice."
Rikar read in Robert Guilliman's words a cold forgiveness that surprised him. He had already made the wrong choice once, and he would not let go of the second one.
"Absolutely impossible, Robert Guilliman." Ricard glared angrily at Gloria in the distance, got up from the ground, and shouted righteously, "We will actually be killed by Gloria. That bad trick is deceiving! Also, how dare he lie in our Senate Chamber? Garland violated the basic principles of the Senate. Even if he is a consul, he should be sentenced to death!"
Robert looked at him and nodded slowly. Ricard fell down.
"Judgement is not the work of one person, Councilors."
The Primarch looked at Archon Gloria on the stage among the crowd, and said with perfect calmness and majesty, acting for the role he wants to get. His image coincides with the noble and resolute faces of Macragge's past war kings, as if he is the only incarnation of Macragge's history and culture.
"Each of you is a member of the Macragge Senate and has the right to exercise the powers you have been given. If you still want Gloria to be acquitted, I will not say a word Say more. Even if you decide to vote me out, I will gladly accept it."
"I don't want to destroy everything Macragge has. All I am willing to do is improve and defend. You wipe out the foreign enemies and give Macragge protection. In the future, you will face countless terrible threats. My previous expedition was to wipe out a terrible psychic empire for you. What we are doing now..."
Roboute Guilliman stepped forward, grabbing the last worm in the hall as it tried to escape. The fight was met with silence. No one dared to make a sound to disturb.
The battle ended quickly and he stood up and continued his speech.
"...I am killing enemies for you and fighting for Macragge. Fortunately, I have eliminated all the aliens in the chamber. Please speak freely, members."
"You are our role model, Robert Guilliman!" Ricard shouted, being the first to kneel to Robert, taking off his golden laurel crown and placing it respectfully at Robert's feet, swearing his loyalty.
This was like a signal, and more nobles continued to kneel down beside Robert and hand over their crowns.
Robert took it all calmly, without anger or smile. Even when some senators who particularly despised Konor's reforms and criticized Guilliman surrendered to him with complicated eyes, Guilliman could not feel even a trace of joy.
Robert Guilliman looked around, stepped over the gold leaves on the ground, and walked towards the podium of the council chamber.
The last one who did not surrender was Jialan. He glared at Guilliman with hatred and sneered: "But you can never deny that you betrayed Macragge, can you? A monster created by the Empire!"
"What is betrayal of Macragge? Gloriosa." Robert looked down at the consul, "Whether it is to protect Macragge's safety, reform Macragge's administration, or help Macragge prosper and develop is considered betrayal; or is it to cling to the authority and interests of the nobles and serve the interests of the nobles? Does betraying your colleagues, betraying the country, and betraying the people count as betrayal? You are the original traitor, Gloriosa. You have already betrayed the citizens of Macragge and betrayed your duty and oath as a consul." >
"Let the soldiers drag him down! Sentence him to death!" Several nobles shouted, which quickly turned into a collective resolution passed by the council. The soldiers grabbed Garland by the arms and dragged him away.
Robert stared at Garland until he was out of sight.
"Macragge lives on," he whispered to himself, stepping up to the podium of the Chamber and smiling impeccably at his audience.
Well, the group chat was disbanded because I felt that there was really no need to create a group. Unless there are other emergencies, there will probably be no group chat in the future. Feel sorry.
(End of this chapter)