Chapter 274 Guilliman: I have a brother? ? ?
After looking at each other for a few seconds, Ron took the opportunity to look away.
Fortunately, Saint Celestine made no further moves, as if nothing happened.
As expected, those powerful individuals are very sensitive to prying eyes.
Especially the silver-haired angel.
Ron was vaguely aware that the other party had a slight connection with him, but he couldn't tell what it was.
He slowly moved back, as far away from the silver-haired angel as possible.
But no matter what, it is better to hold on tight and stay calm.
"You are still too young. You have to learn from Senior Tisqing and try your best to survive..."
Ron thought silently.
If his identity was exposed in such a situation, he wouldn't be able to run away, not to mention that Guilliman was nearby and he couldn't be caught all at once?
Thinking of this, he tried his best to blend in among the team and reduce his sense of presence.
The front of the team.
Suppressing his fatigue, Guilliman did his best to smile and greet the bustling crowd calmly and peacefully.
At this moment, complex emotions set off a whirlpool in my chest.
Ten thousand years have passed since he last came to Terra.
At that time, Dutera was full of hard work and enterprising spirit, but now, that spirit is gone.
In their place are grotesque and extremely luxurious buildings, deformed industrial facilities, and horrifying religious runes and heraldry.
The original body led the team and walked through the crowd under the guidance of the imperial army.
Things are different and people are different.
All the deformities before his eyes made Guilliman's sadness continue to ferment.
At the same time, he felt inexplicably lonely and out of tune with the crowd.
Soon, the original team's team descended on the elevator.
They passed the gloomy, empty halls of the Interior Ministry and made their way along residential areas.
The crowded platforms on both sides of the road are crowded with residents of Holy Terra, most of whom are dirty.
In sharp contrast to those nobles and officials.
Not far in front of the residents of Holy Terra, there are isolation lines, and no one dares to approach them.
Because that would give them a fatal blow.
Due to the existence of the isolation line, they could only glance at the original team from a distance.
But when the Primarch passed by, they all burst into cheers like a tsunami, and tears of joy flowed freely down their faces.
The strong class barriers formed over thousands of years prevent them from taking a step closer to the prosperous place.
Although they are powerless, perhaps the fate of their descendants will change with the arrival of the original body.
The buildings in Terra are layered on top of each other, seemingly endless.
But after passing one weird building and arch after another, the sight suddenly became clear.
Guilliman suddenly realized that in front of him was a large square with a wide view.
Suddenly, he glared at the weird things flying in the air and almost subconsciously wanted to take action.
However, his reason still allowed him to restrain himself and maintain his smiling expression.
Some information in his mind made Guilliman understand that it was the most popular thing in the empire's society today - cherubim.
He stared blankly at those scary child-like artifacts, with pale torsos covered with mechanical cables and ugly wings and faces.
It makes people’s hearts ache just looking at it.
"It was truly a disgusting creation of a disgusting time!"
Guilliman was almost roaring in his heart, but he couldn't show it. He was here to win support, not to fight against people. enemy.
He had already vaguely felt that the empire's senior officials were wary of him.
"It seems that Lao Ji doesn't like that thing..."
In the team, Ron noticed something strange about Guilliman and quite understood it.
He doesn't like it either.
So, after he took power, he completely revised Cherubeus to conform to the aesthetics of the normal 2k era.
Looking at Guilliman’s slightly aggrieved expression, Ron sighed softly:
“Alas, I feel bitter in my heart, but this is just the beginning, and there will be many more bitter days in the future. Here we go..."
This is also the reason why I don't want to get involved with the empire and am determined to develop alone.
The nobles and officials in the empire are so corrupt and perverted that one can't help but want to break them out.
What’s even more troublesome is that this kind of decay is deep in the bones, and the empire cannot do without these nobles and officials.
Guilliman had no time or opportunity to overturn everything, so he could only hold his nose and accept it, and tinker with it.
Preserve as much as possible the empire left to him by the Emperor.
I don’t know that this melancholy original body complained bitterly when he saw the emperor and empress after entering the palace.
Still pointing at the other person’s nose and yelling.
After all, although Guilliman called the Emperor Father like other children, his feelings for him were not that deep.
Ron followed the team and soon saw the several-kilometer-high painted glass wall not far ahead.
On the painted glass wall, there is a portrait of the Digital Primarch.
He looked up.
The Primarch in front of me is Sanguinius. The archangel stands on a mountain of mutant corpses, spreading his wings;
After that, there is a fierce man Primarch of the prairie style - Khan, who drives Flying among the stars with a war eagle;
Vokan, the Lord of Salamanders, holds an astonishingly huge forging hammer, and the iron furnace under him is an entire world;
< br>The eyes continue to move.
Ron saw the most familiar figure, the Lord of the Ultramarines with distorted proportions, bathed in the holy light.
He held the Ceremony of the Astartes in one hand and the head of the horned demon in the other. He was surrounded by many angels, offering incomparable reverence and piety.
Suddenly, the moving team stopped.
Ron looked forward in surprise and found Guilliman standing in a daze, looking at his portrait.
It seems that the original body is wary of something.
“Guilliman should be wary of people’s belief in him, right?”
Belief is both strength and poison for strong individuals.
In order to gain strength, Ron had to collect faith like crazy, but he was always vigilant and resisting the erosion of faith.
Even trying every means to maintain a normal human mentality.
He never regarded himself as a true god to avoid falling into arrogance.
Ron regarded all of this as a pretending game. He was pretending to be a god as a stickman, not the real god.
It can also be regarded as a kind of self-psychological suggestion.
In short, he is a human, not a god!
Fortunately, the resistance effect is not bad, and the erosion of faith is relatively slight.
Now Ron can still speak harshly and at the same time prove that he is a human being, and the God Emperor is an old man.
All that's left is to be stubborn.
Soon, the sightseeing of this scenic spot was completed.
Ron followed the original body's team and boarded the viewing transport ship.
These extremely luxurious and gorgeous, but ugly heavy-duty vehicles carry people through the endless street network and transportation lines.
The avenues and crowds of spectators passed by.
Ron looked at the scenery around him, gradually changing from gorgeous churches and aristocratic settlements to slums.
The hungry poor and disabled looked expectantly at the ceremony transport ship, which moved with difficulty between simple shacks.
The embarrassment and downfall are like maggots crawling near the wound.
I didn’t expect to see these in Holy Terra, the majestic capital of the empire...
It can only be said that those high-ranking officials and nobles of the empire are a bit careless.
They are unwilling to give even a little bit of benefits and resources to these people at the bottom, and they will not even pay any attention to those people.
Instead, they continued to squeeze it.
This is true even for Holy Terra, let alone other areas.
Maybe some governors are a little bit kind.
For example, the titular father of the great savior and the former governor of Erth is willing to give something to the people at the bottom.
Even a little bit of wood slag bread.
How can these universal and extreme embarrassments and sufferings not breed chaos?
This may be one of the reasons why the Chaos Evil God has been increasingly wreaking havoc over the past ten thousand years.
While humans nourish the Emperor, they also provide extreme emotions to the Chaos God.
Its influence in the real universe continues to expand.
The viewing transport boat moved forward slowly.
The poor people staggered after him, almost trying their best to declare their faith and piety.
From time to time someone fell down due to lack of strength.
They are not desperate yet, relying on faith to maintain their lives and looking forward to their salvation.
Perhaps, when these devout believers wish to be annihilated, some cultists will appear among them, killing and destroying wantonly.
Create more suffering.
Ron thought silently.
Looking at this scene, it felt as if he had returned to decades ago, when he visited the hive for the first time.
This is what I saw.
Fortunately, five years ago, Ersixing achieved comprehensive poverty alleviation.
Not just Erth.
Now the Ministry of Internal Affairs of Erth is planning poverty alleviation and literacy programs throughout the entire star region.
Make the sector more vibrant.
Of course Ron wants to solve the suffering of the people in front of him, but he does not have the ability or qualifications now.
Because this is not his territory.
With his current ability, it would be good if he could take good care of the citizens of the territory.
Perhaps as his territory expands and he becomes stronger, he can spread the light of the savior to more places.
If you are poor, you can be good for yourself; if you are prosperous, you can help the world.
This is the principle of doing things that Ron's culture and education brought to him.
To put it more simply, no matter how much you are capable of doing, the Holy Mother will only harm yourself and others.
Take care of yourself first.
Then help others appropriately according to your own abilities.
What he can do now is to quickly deal with all this and get Shahim's business license.
Then go back and continue building your own territory.
He will not get involved in this mess of Holy Terra.
A long time passed.
The sky suddenly brightened.
Ron looked up and saw a ray of light that broke through the clouds and sun. It was the sacred light emitted by the star torch.
Under the light, the outline of the palace located among the mountains becomes clear.
This means that the tour has reached the final stage and they have arrived at the palace.
What appeared in front of everyone was the towering palace gate, which was carved with scenes of angels and demons fighting. Twelve icons of saints on both sides watched all comers.
Ron looked forward and saw the setting sun and the outline of the palace.
The viewing transport boat slowly stopped.
Everyone was told that they would have to walk the rest of the way.
Ron continued to move forward with the team.
After passing through countless magnificent doorways and wonders, the last door finally appeared in front of us. They arrived at the throne room.
There are countless passages connected here, and those ancient stone roads will be occupied by countless pilgrims.
Only a few lucky believers are allowed to enter the hall.
The glazed windows surrounding the grand hall depict the emperor's great achievements. Countless long-lasting candles are burning quietly, emitting a dreamlike smoke.
The air is filled with the smell of incense.
As the preaching bell tolled, the choir sang a hymn dedicated to the Lord of Mankind.
On the preaching altar, fanatical priests delivered the gospel to the crowd with inflammatory language.
In the dark corner, the technical priests gathered, shaking their limbs and muttering binary prayers.
On both sides of the road, the commanders of the Imperial Navy and the Astra Militarum were talking in groups, pointing at the data pads held by the servitors from time to time.
The convicted nobles were imprisoned in the prison cage hanging high in the air, when the patrolling Imperial Guards passed below.
These criminals crazily moved closer, trying to express their innocence with the most beautiful excuse.
Soon, the team stopped.
Ron looked up and saw the sky steps paved with giant black marble, with twelve Forbidden Soldiers standing at the end.
The leader is wearing a feather crown, and an ermine cloak hangs behind the golden armor he is wearing.
Behind them is a giant arch.
Everyone knew that on the other side of the arch was the Golden Throne, where the Lord of Mankind and the greatest being in the Empire rested.
In sight.
Guilliman strode through the crowd.
Excited believers and pilgrims all stretched out their trembling hands to touch the primarch's armor as he passed by.
Among those people, Ron saw many believers of the Devout.
After the Erth Church was included in the order of faith, he knew that these people would be released and compensated.
Now it seems that these pilgrims received quite generous compensation. Not only were they allowed to enter the palace, they were also able to touch the original body with their own hands.
If they go back, they won’t be allowed to brag about it for the rest of their lives?
Dong dong dong!
When Guilliman reached the heavenly steps, the leader of the Imperial Guard at the top of the heavenly steps came out and struck the ground three times with his halberd.
He uttered a series of Gothic words in a clear and concise tone: "I am the Emperor's Eagle Guard Karim Valanor, who is here?"
The ceremonial officer beside Guilliman said equally seriously. The answer in High Gothic was enough to introduce the name of the leader of the Terra Pilgrimage Expedition.
Among them, Ron came and heard Shahim's name.
This wave of support is well worth it.
When the ancient and lengthy and complicated Holy Sacrament of Adoration was over, the Primarch finally stated his purpose: he requested an audience with his father, the Emperor of Mankind.
Dozens of millions of people held their breath at this moment, and the huge throne hall was silent.
However, the Eagle Guard remained silent, studying the primarch without saying a word for a long time.
During this long period of time, tension continued to brew.
People are worried:
Do the Imperial Guards suspect that all this is just a carefully concocted conspiracy?
Will they declare that the man in front of them is not the real Guilliman at all, or demand further evidence of his identity?
Ron yawned secretly.
This has been too long. If I had known, he would not have come to join in the fun.
Actually, he was also a little uneasy.
Although he had already greeted the God Emperor and asked him to keep his identity secret, he received no response.
Ron was worried that the God-Emperor would reveal his identity when he met with Guilliman.
Or ask yourself to make some commitments.
Little Sun has developed to this day and has become a powerful force.
The God-Emperor loves mankind deeply.
There is a high probability that he will not be allowed to continue to stand by and watch the human empire, and he may be allowed to fight for the empire together with the Guilliman brothers.
That was a situation Ron didn't want to see.
The halberd suddenly fell to the ground.
The Custodes at the top of the Heavenly Steps made way, which meant that the Primarch's request to see the Emperor was granted.
Guilliman walked up the stairs to the sky and came to the giant arch. In front of the huge door, even the original body was made very small.
When——
The melodious bells resounded in the throne room, and under the gaze of millions of people, the giant arch opened silently.
Sighs of surprise and awe swept through the crowd.
People looked up and looked in, only to see deep darkness and diffuse fog.
The mist wrapped around Guilliman's body like a swarm of snakes, completely covering it, and faintly ethereal and sad whispers could be heard in it.
Ron also took a few glances, but didn't show much interest.
After all, there is such a big golden sun next to the little sun, and he can still say hello to the God Emperor from time to time.
Nothing to be curious about.
As for what the Golden Throne looks like, he probably knows it and has experienced it in depth.
Thinking of this, Ron's body couldn't help but trembled, and he had sequelae.
He probably will never ride on that crappy thing again in his life.
In everyone's sight.
With a deep breath, the original body stepped into the arch.
Afterwards, the arch closed as silently as it had opened, and the original figure disappeared.
After that, I don’t know how many hours passed.
Everyone waited silently for the return of the original body.
Ron, who was in a daze, suddenly felt a jolt of consciousness, which came from the subspace.
Holy shit!
The God Emperor urges me to go online?
You father and son are reunited, your father is kind and your son is filial, what do you want from me?
Let me watch Lao Ji break his defense?
Moreover, one of them is afraid of society and the other is sentimental. What’s so interesting about them? They probably couldn’t hold back a few words for a long time.
I feel like the God-Emperor beating people is much easier than communicating with his parents and children.
Ron was numb, but he had to take a look.
Soon, his consciousness sneaked into the subspace and possessed the little sun.
The moment it goes online.
Ron received a message from the God-Emperor, probably asking him to communicate with Guilliman.
And he told him thoughtfully that his true identity was not revealed.
"That's good.
At least I was not asked to take over this mess of the empire. I have suffered all the hardships. The God-Emperor still loves me..."
Hearing this, Ron breathed a sigh of relief.
Ron thrust his consciousness into the void in front of the golden sun, and soon came into contact with a mechanical device.
Then the consciousness followed the mechanical device to the Golden Throne.
It’s amazing.
He first took a look at the Golden Throne, which was similar to the Black Stone Throne.
The withered bones of the God Emperor are sitting in it, connected by dozens of cables, looking a little desolate.
Alas, Ron sighed lightly. If he had not left the Blackstone Throne, he would have ended up like this.
“You are actually the Demon Eater?”
Guilliman’s somewhat surprised voice came.
After he entered here, the phantom of the void appeared on the golden throne.
That was the father's response.
Through the phantom, he saw what his father looked like now.
That shocked and saddened him.
I don’t even want to admit that the person in front of me is my father.
After recovering, Guilliman accepted it all a little, and he accused the Empire of its corruption.
I vented my depression caused by exhaustion again.
He even boldly scolded his father a few words.
The Primarch complained about why the Emperor and his brothers had left him with such a heavy responsibility.
It was really hard for him to support himself.
However, his father barely responded, and they stayed in this awkward situation for several hours.
Guilliman could sense that his father could hear his accusations, and even felt a hint of guilt.
After that, my father's golden sun suddenly flashed, and another little sun appeared.
At the same time, a weak and difficult message came from my father.
Guilliman instantly knew that the little sun in the void in front of him was the essence of the Demon Eater.
That being is trustworthy.
Afterwards, he sensed the Demon Eater's consciousness and communicated with him.
When Ron heard this, his consciousness moved towards the original body in front of the throne.
He can find out.
Although the original body looked resolute at this moment, some bloodshot eyes could be seen faintly, and he might have cried in front of the God Emperor.
"Well..."
Looking at Guilliman, Ron was a little embarrassed for a moment.
After all, like the emperor, he was sometimes a social phobic, and he didn't know what to say in situations like this.
It took him a long time to say something to Guilliman: "Brother, do your best, the future of the empire depends on you.
Brother, I will fight side by side with you at the critical moment. !”
After saying that, Ron didn’t give Guilliman a chance to react and quickly logged off and ran away.
This is best.
If Guilliman invited him to fight for the Empire together, he would not be able to refuse in front of the God-Emperor.
Moreover, he also promised to help this brother. It's not that he won't help, but the way is different.
? ? ?
Guilliman was a little confused when he looked at the Demon Eater who suddenly disappeared after saying a word.
Brother?
When did he have such a brother?
Is that being also one of the originals, or another special warrior created by his father?
Not long after the Demon Eater disappeared, another message was delivered with difficulty from the Golden Throne.
The information this time is very huge, it is some of my father's plans.
The psychic energy gently patted Guilliman on the shoulder, as if to encourage him.
Guilliman was slightly moved: "Father..."
...
Throne Hall.
Ron secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Huh~ I finally got through it."
Waited for several more hours.
When the morning prayers sounded again and the lumens shined brightly, the arch opened again.
This time, what tilted out from the arch was a shimmering mist, cold and white, like moonlight.
From this shimmering mist, the figure of Robert Guilliman, the primarch of the Ultramarines, appeared, with a resolute and cold face.
There is a faint hint of majesty...
(End of this chapter)