Chapter 227 Ultramar Broadcast Time
"It's okay to film" - these were the first words out of Robert Guilliman's mouth after he made a gesture of permission to the camera servant. .
In the picture, on the oak coffee table between the two fabric sofas, there is a plate of oil and vinegar sauce and a basket of multigrain bread slices, fried to a crispy golden color. The two Primarchs were wearing loose robes of similar shapes, each with one leg crossed, sitting opposite each other on two sofas facing the camera diagonally. By removing all comparison objects of mortal size, the boundaries between primarch and mortal were quickly dissolved.
"Friendly people of Ultramar, please allow me to introduce myself to you."
The black-haired Primarch said, his smile was not obvious, his posture The relaxation is enough to supplement language and help him express his attitude clearly.
"I am Perturabo, a brother of your leader Robert Guilliman. Today we are recording a non-serious episode designed to make Ultramar hear that my brother Robert The true voice of Guilliman. What do you think, Guilliman?"
"Thank you for the invitation!"
Petula. Beau shook his head: "Robert Guilliman has an overly serious quality. For a consul who cares about the people, this is worth cherishing, but for us brothers who are connected by blood, Guilliman is sometimes too serious. Boring."
"I would like to confirm, Perturabo, that this interview was really meant to improve my personal image, not to smear it."
Guilliman extended his hand. Smoothing down the blond hair that stood up under his leafy laurels.
"Without a doubt, brother," said Perturabo, "Introduce yourself to the audience you will have, Archon."
"Well, citizens. I think since the lighthouse of Pharos was Many of you have come to know me since Sotha was illuminated, and I will simply introduce myself as Robert Guilliman, Unifier, Archon, Lord of Macragge, Tenth of the Emperor. The three primarchs, the masters of the Ultramarines Legion, the sons of Conor Guilliman, the people who will rule the five hundred worlds of Ultramar..."
"My brother, these people you mentioned are all Where?"
"Perturabo, you know I'm just introducing myself!"
"The thing is, I think it's Rogal Dorn's fault. When I first met him, I only gave him three names, and he thought I was three people." Perturabo leaned back on his sofa and stretched out a hand. open. "Anyway, Robert, which of these titles do you think is particularly worthy of mention?"
"First and foremost is the Lord of Ultramar." Robert said, "Just as strengthening the security and stability of the Ultramar region is our top priority. We want to ensure that only those who truly value Ultramar can enter and stay. In our homeland."
"Is this so important?" Perturabo said, "No, of course I understand the importance of security and stability. The first thing I did after taking over my army. , that is, to expel those dangerous elements who would interfere with regional security."
"Okay, Perturabo. Above our heads, the old night storms separated human beings in small islands. The deep scars that ruthlessly opened up our civilization may take hundreds or even thousands of years to be eliminated. No one remembers the glorious era before the storm. , but everyone has an unforgettable memory of the dark and terrifying years. This is a necessity that our entire race has lacked for thousands of years."
"There are also people who do not feel that they lack safety."
< br>“But those rulers who imposed excessive taxes and indulged in absurd indulgences have been fed to the red sand land by Angron!”
The two Primarchs laughed and shook their heads together.
"We should arrange a break-in so that Angron can rush in at the right time and explain that although his soldiers are called World Eaters, they don't like to eat people." Perturabo pointed to the camera. outside.
"Our warriors are Astartes, not ghouls." Robert Guilliman replied confidently.
He looked at the camera and then brought the topic back: "In short, I will use the Ultramarines, the Mortal Legion and our existing defense forces to protect Ultramar together. Security and peace. In addition to people, we must also have weapons: void shields, frigates, guns, and more guns."
"We don't know how many there are outside Ultramar. There is no human or alien kingdom to talk to, so we have to have shields and spears on our borders. The sages of the Mechanicus have arrived in Ultramar, and we have many forge worlds. ! In the smoke rising from these forge worlds, we will have beautiful armaments to protect our own safety."
"What we have now is not much, or in other words, it is too little compared to the potential threats we will face. There are only more than 20,000 Ultramarines, which is very inappropriate! We should not be in such a predicament. I hope This number can reach one hundred thousand or more in the next ten years."
Perturabo shook his head slowly and took a sip from the water glass: "It's quite ambitious, my brother."< br>
“All for Ultramar,” Guilliman emphasized immediately, “All for the Imperium.”
“The Emperor will support you, Robert. The Imperium of Man will support you. Look at Pharos "The light," Perturabo put down his water glass, picked up a piece of cardboard from the blind spot on the left side of his seat, and showed it to the camera, "This is the detection waveform from Pharos. The hidden danger there has been eliminated. The Emperor of the Imperium of Man is fully willing to let it serve as an eternal beacon here, illuminating the entire Ultramar for thousands of years to come."
Guilliman watched in surprise as he took out the cardboard. The whole process of putting them back again: "When did you prepare the props?"
"It's a secret." Perturabo clapped his hands. "Excuse me, in addition to using the defense system to protect your people, what other important declarations do you have on taking office as the Lord of Ultramar?"
"Economy, I want to reorganize the economy here." Guilliman emphasized. The accented word in the sentence is, "The dark age is coming to an end, the history of the world is moving forward, the economy must develop with the unification of Ultramar, the people's social welfare must be improved accordingly, and medical insurance and social life protection must be further improved." Perfect, otherwise why should we be united?"
"Well said, Robert." Angron's voice entered the servitor's reception range faster than he did. Then, the Lord of Red Sand seemed to realize that the video was being recorded here: "I'm here to get the improved compound fighting weapon for trial. Did I bother you?"
"Come and sit for a while, Angron. We are recording. An interview with Robert Guilliman speaking publicly to Ultramar."
The camera shakes.
"No thanks, guys. I'm not good at preaching," Angron said.
"It's okay, let's have a casual chat." Perturabo temporarily left the camera, and three seconds later sat down with Angron.
The tall and strong figure of the Lord of Red Sand fills the remaining half of the sofa, making the composition of the shot fuller. The next second, Angron raised a hand. He decided that pretending to show up unexpectedly wasn't for him.
“I am actually a guest invited by Perturabo.” He said a word that was very unfamiliar to him, “But I am also here to get a trial weapon. ”
"Yes," said Perturabo, "after all, the door of my workshop is not closed. Angron, what do you want to ask?"
Angron shook his head calmly, his Muscles tend to make every movement he makes appear heavy and powerful.
"I don't have many questions," Angron looked into the camera.
He does not have the habit of practicing speeches in front of the camera, so he treats the camera servant as a living person with a will, which often has a very touching sincerity in the eyes of the audience.
“I don’t want to hurt a person with my words, nor do I want to do any showmanship. It does us no good. I would like to take this opportunity to express my gratitude to my brother, Roboute Guilliman . Thank you for taking the time to discuss Nuceria’s development future with me while he is busy promoting Macragge’s reform.”
"It's within my capabilities, brother," Robert said.
"Don't simply mention your advantages, Robert." Perturabo said, taking out a second piece of cardboard from under the sofa and handing it to Angron.
Guilliman stared at the sofa where Perturabo was producing cardboard out of thin air for three seconds, still unable to discover where the cardboard came from. He thought this might be related to a certain neural cable on Perturabo's head that was connected to the ground interface.
Angron read the neat and clear handwriting on the cardboard, his recitation was low and broad.
“This is a teleprompter: We all know that Roboute Guilliman has profound compassion and wide-ranging vision. He has his eye not only on the prosperity of one part of Macragge, but all of Ora. The welfare of Tlamar, and indeed of all mankind. Robert Guilliman inherited some of the Emperor's most precious traits. His wisdom, justice and mercy were a typical example of winning the love of his people and a symbol of humanity's unity and common purpose. ”
"From now on, and into the future when the light of the Great Crusade shines across the galaxy, I believe that Robert will work tirelessly to promote peace, justice, and the advancement of the entire human race. The rule of the Imperium of Man will transcend the narrow boundaries of politics and culture, and serve us The entire race creates a more harmonious and prosperous world of light."
After reading, he handed the prompter back to Perturabo: "I recognize every word of these words, my brother." br>
"I do not know how to express my joy, Angron." Robert Guilliman said.
"Keep your promise and cherish Ultramar's trust in you." Angron replied. "This is what you are doing."
Guilliman nodded solemnly and accepted Angron's praise and blessings without hesitation. He has the confidence to continue all the work that symbolizes the better side of mankind. Under this premise, any refusal is cowardice.
"I will sign a series of executive orders." Guilliman said, "Regarding land occupation, racial conflicts within the human race, the approval of financial allocations, the reorganization of the boundaries of diplomatic immunity, the proportion of financial and military expenditures, free compulsory education Textbook review, Ultramar regional coordination and security governance, and other issues that hinder the progress of the race, and all of this will be considered directly from the interstellar level."
"These are all things of the past. It's unimaginable. If you heard someone say these words ten years ago, you would probably think that person was crazy - why would anyone consider whether a cruiser disguised as a merchant ship violates the so-called peaceful requirements of Ultramar's interstellar law? ? No, we need to take these things into account now. This is not even visionary, this is reality."
"My brothers and I have visited many planets and actually lived in farms and factories. Having done a lot of communication with people in the market, I also realized that many people didn't realize what I was doing, what the entire empire was doing."
"Half a month. Before, we entered Andemang and inspected the local situation. When Macragge announced that he would support the establishment of fixed routes for interstellar transportation trade between three adjacent planets, they unanimously rejected it."
"This is not because they don't need it, but because they dare not imagine the possibility of collaboration between the three worlds, and the results they achieve will bring value for money. The old night blocks mankind Their imagination, and the lack of a higher-level unified government, also makes the political commitment here unsafe. They are afraid that the benefits they pay will be shamelessly occupied by other planets, and they are afraid that every gold coin of taxpayers will flow into nothing. The void of value.”
"And their concerns are legitimate. Unfettered areas will lead to inequality and injustice, which will lead to economic, political and cultural collapse."
"It's not arrogance, it's not ignorance, it's not repeating past mistakes, it's not all These words simplify complex social situations. We cannot say that human beings fell into the long night because of nature, accident or fate. These summaries are so crude and one-sided, emotional and shirk responsibility. No, it is the collapse of the wrong social structure itself. The road to the destruction of the race. "
"This is the role Macragge will play, a local government affiliated with the Human Empire and located on Ultramar, one that maintains the overall order and responds to the citizens. The needs and challenges of macro-managers who play a more active regulatory and guarantee role in the local construction of Ultramar to cope with the cyclical fluctuations of civilization."
He paused for a moment.
“A lighthouse guides the course, illuminates the way forward, and remains standing.” Robert Guilliman said, “This is Macragge.”
——"Stars Image Collection: One Hundred Most Important Imperial Moments"
"It seems that Robert finally became serious." Morse said, turning off the thinker who was playing the video. "He is always in the mood for a speech."
"At least the atmosphere in the first half is lively enough, Morse. I think the people of Ultramar will like him." Perturabo leaned back in his chair Say it softly. Now riding the small frigate was the body of him that still had the C'tan fragment in his chest, and he often felt tired because of it.
"So Rogal Dorn became your on-set printer?"
"Scribe." Perturabo corrected, "The printers in the workshop are too much. Noisy, I need Dawn to help me write on the cardboard... almost there.”
"We are about to arrive at Perditus in the Gothic Sector." Alpharius took off his helmet and stood at the door. "Be prepared, even Omegon can't tell what he encountered at that time."
(End of this chapter)