Chapter 381 Guilliman: Huh? ah? ? ? !
Zila~
As soon as Ron finished speaking, the signal from the communication machine became even worse, and sparks of psychic energy erupted.
Although the territory's communication technology is more advanced than that of the Empire, it can use psychic machinery to send signals without sacrificing the lives of astropaths.
But the communication between reality and subspace is also extremely difficult.
In mid-air, the projection of Guilliman's half-body became blurry as it trembled.
He looked a little anxious, and he was saying something with his mouth: "Ro...BB...BBB...Bal!"
The regent had just finished saying this, The signal was suddenly cut off and the projection disappeared.
"Alas, the communication department's business capabilities must continue to be strengthened..."
Ron looked at the communication machinery that had lost its signal and was a little dissatisfied.
The Milky Way has a vast territory, and communication is so important. For this reason, the territory spends a lot of manpower and material resources to construct a communication system.
But judging from the current results, they are still somewhat unsatisfactory.
He immediately contacted the head of the department, seriously criticized and dealt with it:
"From now on, your budget and preparation have been doubled, and the signal problem should be solved as soon as possible. , otherwise just wait to go to the conference for review!”
The savior’s way of solving problems is always so simple and crude, which is to throw money and people.
In addition to the research team at the territorial headquarters, we will also contact many outsourcing teams on mechanical forums to jointly conduct research and development.
In short, it is to use excessive investment of resources to grab time.
"Old Ji, can he come or can't he come?"
Ron frowned and waved the communication machine away, then picked up the champagne next to him and took a hard sip: "Hiss ~No matter what, Lao Ji is still alive and kicking. He seems to be fine, but a little tired.”
Anyway, it’s a good thing to be able to contact him.
If Lao Ji can come, I will arrange a super water bath treatment package for him later and take good care of his health.
Rest and rest.
At this time, the vibration caused by Ron's foot massage machine has stopped, and the pain of the huge force of kneading and pressing has also dissipated.
“Phew, feel good!”
He breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his head, and felt refreshed all over.
The savior stood up from the alloy chair and stretched out comfortably. You can see the powerful muscles on his body, and his lower body was wrapped in a bath towel.
Along with the vibration and roar outside, screams came from time to time, and some familiar voices could be vaguely heard.
For example, Dante's suppressed but secretly satisfying moans, Tiberius's thick voice, and the occasional unsuppressed screams of pain from the Marshal of the Imperial Guard.
Ron opened the door of the private room and walked to the massage hall.
On the many alloy chairs in the hall lie some famous figures from the empire. They are basically chapter leaders, forbidden troops or legendary heroes.
Under the arrangement of the Savior, they are enjoying massage and health care services.
Those alloy massage machines manufactured using the Imperial Knight-level plasma reaction engine give these powerful warriors pain and pleasure. In addition to foot and body massage, there are also super-powerful fascia knives.
It is enough to make any warrior wail tragically.
Of course, it is not just a simple massage, it is also combined with expensive medicinal essential oils and electric current stimulation.
It can better unblock muscles and bones, treat injuries, and give complete relaxation to the body and mind.
This set of massage therapy concepts derived from the savior completely conquered these legendary warriors of the empire.
"Dante, how about this course of treatment?"
Ron came to the leader of the Blood Angels Chapter, gently patted him on the shoulder, and asked him how he felt.
"Emperor, I have never felt so relaxed in my life..."
The old warrior's eyes, which used to be somewhat dim, shone brightly. He moved his muscles and bones and felt unprecedented. Refreshing.
At this moment, Dante felt that the world had become better, and he no longer wanted to find Sanguinius.
"Your Majesty, the Emperor is the one who knows how to play and enjoy the savior. Follow him more in the future..."
He was thinking secretly in his heart and was already looking forward to his future vacation life. .
Although this Blood Angels chapter leader has not completely retired, he is still pretty much the same.
He handed over the important affairs of the battle group to the first company commander Karan, and he followed the savior around, almost like a professional follower.
The main job is to catch fish and occasionally kill people.
“I must be separated from the heavy affairs. Following the Savior can better serve the Empire and allow the Blood Angels to grow more!”
Not long ago At the Crimson Conference, Dante sat on the Red Crystal Throne and said this to the Chief Think Tank, Company Commander, and Holy Blood Priests in a righteous manner.
He proposed that he hand over his affairs and follow the Savior full-time.
The Blood Angels have no objections to this matter. They all clearly perceive the power and wealth of the Savior.
Lord Dante following the Savior can bring more benefits to the Blood Angels, and they don't have to rush this Lord who is always thinking about finding the Archangel.
What's more, during the time that Lord Dante followed the Savior, he gained a lot of benefits for the Blood Angels, including the overall transformation of the Dreadnought Mecha, gene seeds, and the right to use part of the network channel.
This is obvious to all.
So, they unanimously agreed to Dante's suggestion.
The current situation is that wherever the savior appears, Dante will go. He has obtained the messy life he dreamed of, which is regarded as fishing under orders.
And he finally discovered that the savior was worse than himself...
Under normal circumstances, it is not easy to manage a territory and deal with its affairs.
It is very difficult for me to just manage a Baal system. I often need to work without sleep for a long time.
The galaxy is so dangerous.
Aliens and chaos are pervasive. A little carelessness can cause huge disasters, causing heavy damage to the territory, and even losing one's life.
Therefore, everyone in the empire's territory, from the supreme lord who manages the empire to the planetary governor, is working diligently to handle affairs without daring to slack off in the slightest.
In Dante's view, the savior's territory is vast, and no matter how advanced the system is, it cannot cover all places.
Where you can’t see, the savior should be working hard silently.
However, the opposite is true.
According to Dante’s observations, a day in the life of the Savior might look like this:
I sleep until I wake up naturally in the morning, get up around nine o'clock, and read the briefing during breakfast.
At about 10 o'clock, the savior went into work for two hours.
The work content consists of browsing files aimlessly, and most of the time is spent on some kind of entertainment on smart machines. It is said to be called a game.
That is a novelty developed by the data sage.
And in the middle of the journey, I often go to the sanctuary garden to meditate for the reason of thinking, but in fact it is just a daze.
Two hours later, it was lunch time.
The Savior will have lunch with the soldiers and then take a one-hour nap.
This is also a rare habit in the empire.
Dante himself also learned this habit from the Savior, and it felt pretty good.
After waking up from a nap, it was already afternoon.
At this time, the savior may choose to stay in the office and repeat the morning process, or go out for some fresh air in the name of inspection.
Most of the inspection locations are garden areas and tourist areas with good environment.
Moreover, the inspection will be accompanied by afternoon tea time.
It was almost evening when we returned from the inspection.
At this time, he will hold a relatively large dinner and meet some territorial department personnel or imperial nobles according to the order on the list.
When the dinner was over, it was the savior’s prescribed sleep time.
At this time, he will stop all non-urgent matters, enter meditation time and sleep peacefully.
Until you wake up the next day, repeat the process of the previous day.
Or you can simply declare a break and conduct some special activities. For example, today the savior brought the legendary warriors of the empire to the savior's private water bath and treatment room.
It is about doing some pure green health care.
As for more exciting and heretical programs, he didn't dare to do them for fear of being screwed by Slaanesh.
Think about that scene. The Primarch of Hope, the Savior, led many Chapter Masters, Custodes, Grand Inquisitors of the Inquisition, and high-ranking priests to carry out Slaanesh-related activities.
If Slaanesh is targeting this, then the empire will not explode immediately?
That will become the most shameful period of history for the empire. The taboo among taboos, all relevant materials and books must be destroyed eight hundred times.
Now, Dante’s filter on the savior has become thin.
He thought his fishing behavior was powerful enough, but compared to this existence, it was nothing!
The Blood Angels Chapter Master found it difficult to understand how the Savior could keep the territory in order, how he could cultivate so many talents and make them serve loyally.
That is extremely difficult and incredible.
After all, the erosion of chaos is almost pervasive, and long-term neglect of management will often lead to internal corruption and disintegration.
These have many examples and lessons within the empire. Even the great emperors have suffered from this.
Dante couldn't understand it, so he simply stopped thinking about it. Anyway, he was semi-retired and just followed the savior.
He has been fighting all his life, so what if he takes a little rest?
Now the successor of Sanguinius follows the Savior around all day long, and he feels quite embarrassed.
Ron didn’t have much objection to this, and even welcomed it.
The officials and genetic heirs under his command are always too restrained towards him, so they are better able to chat with this guy Dante.
It's always nice to have someone to keep you company.
Moreover, he also has to communicate with humans from time to time in order to fight against the increasingly powerful divinity.
Lest we end up like the Emperor.
Dante finished a massage session, stretched his muscles and bones, and applied some special medicinal essential oil to his body, making his whole body look stronger and shiny.
After doing all this, he grabbed a rare fruit from the fruit plate next to him and stuffed it into his mouth.
Enjoy that sweetness.
The leader of the Blood Angel Chapter asked with great anticipation: "Lord Savior, what is the next show?"
Ron handed Dante a glass of champagne, and he also He grabbed a cup and took a sip:
"You'll find out later."
At this time, a tragic scream came from the side.
Taboros and Malakin were competing to see who could withstand the force of the massage machine better.
These warriors or men will always set up some weird gambling games to compare the strength of both sides.
Including but not limited to: "If you can touch the leaves, you are considered good", "Compete with me if you have the ability xxx."
Tiberos screamed, Gritting his teeth, he pressed the button next to him fiercely:
"Unlucky man, if you have the ability to go to level five with me, ahhhhhh!"
Malakin burst into tears, but was unwilling to admit defeat: "Your Majesty, come as soon as you come!"
After that, the two people were ravaged by the Imperial Knight-level plasma engine alloy massage machine and made even more noises. A shrill scream.
Those who didn’t know thought they had encountered something terrible on the battlefield.
Ron walked to another place holding the wine glass.
The roar here is even more fierce, super alloy fascia knife hell!
With such fierce intensity, even he himself did not dare to try it easily, while two warriors were lying on their stomachs experiencing it in depth.
They are also competing.
That is Carter, the strongest warrior under the savior and the commander of the Thunder Guards, and the new commander of the Imperial Guards, Lysias.
These two guys are somewhat at odds with each other, and neither one is willing to admit defeat.
Lesias would occasionally roar in pain, but Carter remained silent.
He could see that there were dents on both of their alloy chairs.
It was pinched out in severe pain.
"Hey, Carter, that guy is so talented, he didn't even scream?"
Ron was quite emotional. Although Carter is very strong, his physique is still inferior to Lysias. few.
When he walked over and saw Carter, who had bitten his lip with blood, passed out and woke up again, and looked like he was about to pass out again, he was suddenly silent.
Ron sighed and patted the soldier:
"Carter, this is not a battlefield. There is no need to fight so hard. Besides, we are here for leisure and entertainment..."
" Lord Savior, I'm fine, please...please allow me to hold on for a little longer!"
However, the stubborn man who always received the most severe beatings answered the question respectfully, but he glanced at Lysias. , with no intention of stopping at all.
Ron saw that the situation was not going well. If things continued, the two of them might be injured and sent to the infirmary.
He simply announced that the massage activities were stopped, and everyone went to the next program to go to the sauna. Of course, ordinary steam has no good effect on these warriors, so the sauna is an ultra-high temperature experience connected to the ship's plasma engine.
However, just after he announced the sauna activity, many soldiers looked at each other with provocative eyes, eager to try.
The intertwined gazes of Carter and Lysias sparked even more sparks.
Ron watched Carter and Lysias enter a sauna room, and immediately decided to change one by himself, and never stay in the same place as these two guys.
Otherwise it will be difficult later.
Soon, Tiberos, Malakin and other warriors also entered the sauna room.
He can only look at these soldiers with sympathy, and it is not easy to pull them out now, otherwise these guys will feel that they are looking down on them.
Ron looked at Dante:
"Let's go to another sauna..."
These two salted fish are still not suitable for such an intense area.
After that, he reminded the medical team and asked them to pay more attention. It is expected that many people will come out lying down later.
Fortunately, the problem is not big.
The Savior’s Territory even has a universal elixir. Even if there is any harm in the process, as long as there is a trace of breath or soul, the opponent can be killed in place.
A few hours later.
The medical team, wearing closed defensive armor, rushed into the sauna and carried away Tiberos and others.
Wait until Carter and Lysias both fall.
This leisure and entertainment activity initiated by the savior has finally come to an end...
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Night.
Red hall, balcony.
Ron got away from the banquet and came here to have some fun.
In the airspace, ships are sailing towards Bastar one after another. They are preparing for the military parade of tomorrow's victory celebration.
At this moment, the entire Baal is brightly lit. Space warriors, officials, nobles, businessmen, and civilians are all immersed in the atmosphere of the grand ceremony and looking forward to it.
Because at midnight, it is the first ceremony of the victory celebration.
Dante came over and asked with great concern: "Lord Savior, do you think the regent can still arrive?"
As the Lord of Baal, he also hopes that the human leader and the imperial regent can Can come here.
Join this victory celebration.
That will leave Baal with more sacred and historical significance.
Ron frowned slightly: "The Regent said in the communication that he would come, I should be able to make it..."
In fact, he didn't have much confidence in this matter.
Guilliman's late arrival has almost become a regular law.
Under normal circumstances, the more important the occasion or the fierce war, the easier it is for that guy to fail to arrive in time due to various obstacles.
These are supported by many examples.
During the Horus Heresy thousands of years ago, Guilliman was originally preparing to send troops to help the king, but Ultramar was cut off from the Empire because of warp storms that blocked routes and communications.
Couldn't make the trip.
In this case, he assumed the worst, the Emperor and the Empire might have fallen, and he must shoulder the responsibility.
So this guy established a new regime called the "Second Empire" in place, and repeatedly said that he was loyal and refused to become the ruler of the Second Empire.
Under this situation, both Guilliman and the Lion King felt that the other was not good enough to become the regent of the new regime.
They shirk each other and simply let Sanguinius take the blame and become the regent of the Second Empire.
However, just when these three brothers were in full swing to build the Second Empire.
Suddenly, new news was received. The empire has not yet been destroyed, and the emperor is still sitting on the golden throne, waiting for everyone to protect him!
This made them all numb.
Especially Sanguinius. While the Emperor was still alive, he became the regent of the Second Empire in an upright and upright manner. This was simply the height of rebellion!
So the Archangel ran away quickly.
The Second Empire was quickly disbanded as soon as it was established.
Guilliman's creation of the Second Empire not only had no effect, but was like another rebellion and wasted precious escort time.
After this guy reacted, he immediately started King Qin’s plan. A hundred thousand ultramarines and more than 3,000 main battleships exploded on the spot, roaring and breaking through the defense line set by the rebels.
Run quickly to Holy Terra.
However, midway through, he fell into Horus' subspace trap again, trapped in a reality that "can never be reached."
This situation lasted for a long time. It was not until the Emperor fell that he and the reinforcements arrived belatedly.
Guilliman learned from the pain, turned his regret into motivation, vigorously eliminated the traitors and wrote the Codex Astartes.
Want to revive the empire.
However, before the Imperium could revive him, the Ultramarines Primarch was severely wounded in a ridiculous, one-sided duel and fell poisoned.
This sleep lasts ten thousand years.
Now, the empire finally has a chance to revive with the return of the regent.
Even in this Battle of Baal, if Ron himself had not interfered, according to the original development trend, Guilliman would have arrived when Baal turned into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and he was about to burp.
Clean up the mess and save Baal.
Ron made an inference based on these classic examples.
There is a high probability that that guy will appear at the last moment, and there is a high probability that he will arrive at the beginning or end of the celebration.
The time is almost up.
No way.
Lao Ji is the protagonist of the galaxy and the son of the version. He always shows up at the end to turn the tide. This is also in line with the tone of the empire.
Ron ordered the reception department to prepare for the arrival of the Prince Regent.
In fact, Ron and many people in the empire hoped that Guilliman, the imperial regent, would arrive to participate in the victory celebration.
After the Great Rift, the empire fell further and further, and a large number of territories fell into the dark side, suffering in suffering and war.
Until now, the empire is in a state of anxiety, panic and exhaustion, with little hope of revival.
The return of the Prince Regent certainly brought some excitement.
But the Indomitable Crusade he launched is still advancing slowly, fighting hard, and has not won many victories worthy of celebration by the entire empire.
The empire and humanity need a complete victory to inspire people and give people hope.
And this time the Battle of Baal completely wiped out the terrifying Leviathan Hive Fleet and ended its millennium-long infringement on the empire. It was undoubtedly an unprecedented victory!
Now, the news of the victory celebration has been conveyed as far as possible to the territory that the empire can reach, so that more people can enjoy this joy.
Holy Terra and more areas will also hold related ceremonies simultaneously.
For such a significant victory celebration, the appearance of the Prince Regent will undoubtedly be more inspiring.
Ron looked down at the time:
"It's almost midnight, and the ceremony is about to begin..."
That is the first wave of activities in the victory celebration. He will light up the entire Baal and declare this victory to the galaxy unscrupulously.
All this can be seen near Baal and beyond.
It will attract a lot of attention.
Whether it is the civilized world of the empire, alien forces or chaos demons, everyone can witness this grand ceremony.
This is humanity's oath to the galaxy and a shot in the arm.
This will let all existence know that human beings have not succumbed to chaos and aliens, but are fighting hard to resist and win.
Humanity still has hope, and it will eventually prosper!
Ron felt the strong psychic power and looked up at the sacred tower. Think tanks and psykers were injecting more energy into the tower.
In an instant, the energy reached the critical point.
Boom——
The golden, bright sacred light shot straight into the sky and disappeared into the void.
This divine light almost turned Baal into daylight, like a dazzling beacon in the galaxy.
The devout believers knelt down one after another under this sacred light.
Pray silently.
More eyes looked at this light excitedly, their eyes full of hope.
……
Baal galaxy airspace.
Buzz~
The huge fleet of ships crashed out of the void, like dusty travelers. Traces of destruction could be seen everywhere in the entire fleet.
Embarrassed.
This is the Regent's Indomitus Expedition Fleet, one of the most powerful fleets in the Empire.
Macragge's Glory, bridge.
"All battle groups, prepare for battle immediately!"
Guilliman frowned, and his heart was filled with anxiety.
But he still suppressed this worry and ordered the fleet to organize a front to deal with the Tyranid alien attack.
At the same time.
The regent is still calculating silently, worrying about the war in the Hazy Star Territory, and the situation on other fronts is not optimistic either.
But what’s more troublesome is that the strength of the Indomitable Expedition Fleet is already stretched thin.
He must accurately calculate the number of troops that can be divided and supported, even down to each ship, and no trace of strength can be wasted!
Such great pressure, worry, and calculations gave Guilliman a superhuman brain.
There was also a hint of dizziness.
Boom——
The huge and continuous roar attracted the attention of the regent.
He looked out through the observation dome and was stunned.
It was a large amount of artillery fire bombarding an empty airspace, bursting out with colorful colors.
Guilliman was confused. What was he doing?
Actually, those were celebratory fireworks formed by naval guns.
Beside the airspace, he saw the shining golden Baal planet again, and he became even more confused and helpless.
That's... Baal?
Zila Zila~
Many messages sounded.
The public channel of Macragge's Glory has successively received messages from all over the empire to Baal, and the astropaths have also received similar psychic messages.
Those are all congratulatory messages sent from various places.
Probably:
Holy Terra sent a congratulatory message, the Emperor is above, congratulating Baal for annihilating the Tyranids.
The people of the five hundred worlds of Ultramar sent congratulatory messages to celebrate the victory of the savior!
A certain high-ranking noble, lord, cordially greets the Savior and congratulates...
Messages such as this.
“The Battle of Baal... was won?!”
Guilliman was in a trance as he listened to these messages.
Now, the entire empire, including Ultramar, knows the news of Baal's victory and is celebrating it.
And he, the Lord of Ultramar and the Imperial Regent, was the last to know...
"The Emperor is above!"
Suddenly, the attendant Felix let out an exclamation.
Guilliman followed the squire's gaze, his eyes showing shock, and his whole body felt numb.
He saw Brother Ron and the Primarch of Hope among the stars!
Countless light points form the majestic figure of the Primarch of Hope, occupying almost a considerable portion of the galaxy area.
No one can ignore it.
Those radiating light spots are battleships one after another, covering the sky and the sun.
That was the battleship light show prepared by the savior...
(End of this chapter)