Chapter 94: Emperor’s Day of Advent (?) Special Chapter 1 (original chapter 88 (deleted))
In the void of sorrow, silence and boundless darkness.
He is sleeping quietly.
Ignorant, endless, stagnant, exhausted, cold, pale.
As a bouquet presented to him, there was enough sorrow, hope, desire, courage and... love to drown the statue.
That's how it was.
Until the time comes.
But some movements gradually became vivid, and sound, light and smell molecules impacted his sensitive five senses.
The sound of hissing air gently brushed against his eardrums.
The smell that can be tasted... is very clean and cold, but the other ingredients are very complex, and he can't say clearly.
Far away, his ears caught the powerful pulse of the engine room.
The familiar background noise of the universe.
Mechanical noise during navigation.
It's on the void ship.
This ship is... big.
10 kilometers? 15 kilometers? Far more than...
The gravity, volume and power of this structure probably belong to a Glory Queen class or a giant ship of the same level...
But he clearly remembered that he fell when--! No--! Hill——!
I can't die, not now, there is too much unfinished business, too much, too much, too much. What will Ruth do without me? Where is Khan?
Father... who will... guide... them from now on——? !
call! !
Robert Guilliman's clear blue eyes suddenly opened.
The Primarch of the Ultramarines jumped up from the bed, breathing heavily. More oxygen entering his airways and lungs made him wake up instantly.
Then he slowly closed his eyes again, not because of discomfort or other reasons, but simply——
The place he saw was too... normal, and he finally It only took one glance to tell Robert Guilliman that where he was now would be peaceful and safe for a long time to come.
On the built-in weapon rack illuminated by bright built-in lights, all weapons are neatly arranged, ranging from long-range and close combat, with a complete range of types, and most of them have many improved, novel and advanced structures.
But many details on the weapon rack handles and elsewhere suggest that their owners should only use them for simulation and practice shooting. Some children of war know very well that what will actually appear on the battlefield is in these There is nothing on the equipment. On the contrary, the slight wear and tear caused by frequent wiping can show that the owner can maintain good and regular weapon maintenance habits in daily life.
He glanced again, and the shiny silver-plated surface on the side of the weapon rack reflected his own deformed face with blond hair and blue eyes.
But the Primarch's memory is very certain that he himself never ordered the construction, possession or temporary residence of such a room.
Although the overall layout style of the room does have a charm that the Thirteenth Primarch likes, the main problem is that there are still too few blue and gold colors.
So to sum up, since he doesn't know why he is here and where he is, he should still have enough personal time and space to think about some pressing issues.
This was different from the atmosphere on any Glory Queen class ship that he remembered.
The situation of waking up without any offspring around him also left the Thirteenth Primarch confused for a while.
This lack of information was rare for Guilliman, but it was soon made up for by the actions of the Primarch.
Under Guilliman's fingers, the feel of the bedsheet fabric became clear. He twisted it. It was a logistics category that was not expensive but very suitable for use on ships. The cleanliness was very good. Look. The logistics officer and staff came to be very attentive.
He sniffed hard again, and the complex and expensive scent of incense that was everywhere in the room rushed into his nasal cavity, making him frown slightly.
He tasted the scent of ceremonial candles, aged parchments, quills, special inks, saffron, aloes and spicy roses and incense embers, reminding him of someone who had fallen and become a traitor but He also remembers his red-skinned brother who loved to use spices. Guilliman put his feet on the ground, and he could feel the pure energy flowing through his body like the morning sun.
The pain and burning sensation caused by the venom that his fallen brother Fulgrim injected into his fluid circulation system during the duel at the Emperor's Pride was now gone. No trace, replaced by a strange refreshing but slightly stagnant feeling.
It’s like——
His eyes suddenly focused, and Robert Guilliman finally saw the style and size of the armor on the power armor rack of the owner of this room.
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A moment later, a man wearing fine black priest power armor and a skull helmet appeared very light and inexplicably awkward when walking. The battle-brother appears in the ship's passage.
He walked cautiously in this giant ship, which was still cleaner and more spacious than most ships in his memory.
Guilliman's own flagship, the Glory of Macragge, was certainly tidy, but his heirs would decorate the space with many elegant or handmade flags, tapestries, or other souvenirs, while his There will never be a shortage of people on the flagship, and the bustling stewards and heirs on duty will always occupy the corner of the vision of anyone passing by.
The number of personnel present here seems completely insufficient to support the normal operation of a Glory Queen.
He glanced at the dark starry sky outside the porthole and the starlight in the distance.
What is this-
Two footsteps appeared in the passage behind him, and he pretended to be casual and continued walking forward.
“Oh, so you are here, Robert.”
The voice was unfamiliar, but the familiar subtlety of the way it spoke made the blood rush to his cheeks.
He clenched his fists and turned around.
Casillas' robe and staff.
Guilliman's first reaction was that of the old man. Similar wands.
But people are completely different.
The person talking to him was a thin mortal young man with skin as dark as fragrant wood and beautiful eyes as big as the green sea.
The other party looked relaxed and happy, but the Thirteenth Primarch was still on guard. That subtle tone matched the characteristics of only one person in his memory - a traitor.
But most of his attention was immediately taken away by what happened next moment.
Beside the mortal young man, the Astartes took off his white helmet with the red spiral logo, revealing his familiar face.
That is the face of Rogal Dorn who has also become young and flawless.
The scaled-down face of Dorn, his seventh brother, greeted him calmly.
"Hello, Robert."
Guilliman's proudly rational mind was now in complete confusion.
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++Emperor’s Advent Day Special Part 1++
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Please regard it as a special holiday dream of Daluobao——!
Since Christmas Eve is tonight, tomorrow is Christmas Day, and the day after tomorrow is the Emperor’s Day, then it’s just right to finish it today and tomorrow——
Today is a festive night that needs warmth, so Specially attached to everyone (although it was an old photo secretly taken)
The warm and fluffy giant Border Collie pillow kicking the quilt while sleeping
(There is still about 10 centimeters between the two pillows, so you can compare how big they are)
Gua!
Good night and sweet dreams!
(End of this chapter)