Chapter 96 The Eve of the Emperor's Coming or Sanguinius' Day Special · Guilliman is Shocked -
Sometime between the 41st and 43rd Millennium inside.
A psychic priest, Guilliman, and his friends walked into the officers' mess of the Destined Steel.
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In his unconscious use of psychic vision, he revealed a terrifying scene that would make anyone who is not mentally strong enough to go crazy and turn into a chaos egg on the spot - this crowded canteen , filled with an aura of chaos comparable to the realm of evil gods.
The divine power of the four evil gods spread and clashed here unbridled. Each Astartes wielding a dinner plate and wearing steel-silver power armor flashed with at least one kind of light blessed by the devil.
"Ultramar..." Robert Guilliman exclaimed in disbelief when his over-shocked brain finally confirmed for the hundredth time what he saw with his eyes. moan.
The next action of course was to charge while drawing out his dagger - oh, and then he found that he had drawn out a priest's scepter.
No, since this place is like this, why is there still a priest? No, I can't think about this.
But this will not have much impact on what I have to do first to pour out the anger of the empire on the traitors. I can still-what else, he groped at his waist and tried to Pistol drawn - a heavy book under the robe at the waist? Strange, when was this hung up? But it's very hot to the touch——
So he glanced down very logically and naturally.
Robert Guilliman would regret waking up at night for countless centuries to come, regretting why he had touched and looked at it.
“————————!!!!!!”
The dazzling spiritual energy expanded, and the surface melted into a sphere, as if it were dangerous and beautiful just before the star exploded. The crack of light, and then a huge halo shock wave erupted.
“Wow.”
His two companions stood at the door, and at some point they already had a whole plate of hot cinnamon butter apple and peach pie in their hands. One of them was holding more - a huge roasted bird - Well it could also be baking some kind of giant bipedal dinosaur - and baking cookies and cakes.
Colorful defensive shields, anti-psionic stances, and alarms were triggered. In addition to overturned tables and chairs, there were also people lying on the ground.
They quickly picked out their companion, and then carried him away as if nothing had happened.
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“You did a great job, Robert!”
The dazed Guilliman was pushed into a comfortable armchair by invisible hands.
"Here, you earned this! Ha! I bet those stupid boys didn't even see who surprised them! What an 'Omar's victory of justice'! Hee."
< br>Then someone cut a large piece of fragrant and delicious pie for him and placed it in front of him.
“What do you want to drink? I’m very happy today, so in addition to spiced Reca coffee, rose water, apricot pulp and skimmed Steiger milk, we can also have some of my treasured Terra tea leaves!”
"But you didn't tell him that using psychic powers there is a serious violation."
"So what, by the time they remember to track it down and go through the process and approval procedures, these delicious foods will have disappeared long ago."
After being satisfied with the rose syrup and sprinkled with sweet raisins, they came Uthelma Atla narrowed her eyes in contentment as she took a mouthful of hot pie.
"Yes, but I will never miss the review, confession, review, confinement afterwards..."
The psychic consultant immediately interrupted "Dorn" who was picking up the tea cup. .
“Don’t mention these disappointing things on this rare day!”
Guilliman finally remembered a little of what had just happened. He carefully moved his hips on his seat and looked at the book from the corner of his eye.
The book is not there.
The plasma pistol hung there just as it had when he set out from the room.
Someone patted him. Roboute Guilliman looked up, Dorne's bright pale blue iris eyes staring back at him.
"Don't worry, Robert." he said, "it will be over soon."
"Take a bite and then go."
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In the solemn temple of Macragge.
The Ultramarines gathered worriedly under the stasis stand shrine where their genetic father rested. Chapter Master Calgar was surrounded by all the available Chapter Masters on Macragge. On their left is the chief think tank, Tigris, and on his right is the head of the internal affairs, Captain Pissia. Next to him is Cato Sicarius, and next is the forge master Finneas. , as well as the quartermaster, the recruit instructor, and the first company commander Agaman.
The most respected member of the Ultramarines, Chaplain Otan Cassius, Lord of the Sanctuary and Guardian of the Chapter's soul, was solemnly burning incense, performing rituals and chanting loudly to Robert Guilliman's shrine in front of them. Recite prayers.
With the pastor’s fanatical and pious voice, the haze lingering on everyone’s brows dissipated a lot:
The body of their genetic father was crumbling, and there seemed to be a smaller black shadow in it. It began to gradually condense towards its original entity again.
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Postscript
There is a comfortable, private space on the Destiny Steel that no one can reach
"As a result, you had a very good time today, and you were satisfied with teasing our brothers. In fact, it was about Nikaea and what happened next. You are still worried about it, so you used your magic to let Guilliman participate in the experience, right?"
"Haha, why don't we try this made from synthetic buffalo milk... Yes, I am. Still grudged about it!" Uselma Atla immediately stood up after her quibbles failed, and when she caught the eye of the person opposite, she lowered her head by half.
"So you are still exactly the same as before! You are extremely confident and love to do dangerous operations, and then let others wipe your butt." On the side opposite him, the dog sneered and finished typing the voice and put a The dish of rich custard was rolled into his mouth with his tongue, and then he licked his lips.
"How can there be any dangerous operation?! I have clearly taken all security and preparation measures this time, and the location I chose is very..."
"What I say is a dangerous operation is a dangerous operation! And the key point is the location!!!" Perturabo barked and roared while recording voice into the backpack device, and the rumble of the bass bark echoed into thunderclouds under the dome. In a voice like that, "You (Olympia expletive), don't you know what you are doing?! If you didn't know how inappropriate it was, would you have chosen that place to do it?!"
"Uh... "The seemingly thin mortal grasped his cuffs and defended himself in a weak voice, "That's not the case. I think that after repeated verification, the new link has replaced -"
"Although I am also very unhappy. I like it when Magnus acts like a fool ("Hey! Who's the fool?!") showing off his psychic powers and his little moves, but from what I've checked here, he really couldn't have been more cautious this time, no Next time. Calm down, Perturabo."
Someone spoke from the shadows.
"Huh! That's easy to put! Work load! Who is doing this extra workload?!" The dog turned his head and stared at the guy who spoke menacingly, and the other person immediately closed his mouth and started Eyes rolling around.
"So -" Dog walked to the table, Man stood up, and approached his mortal brother, "When will you train that one out and start gathering your warriors? We need the underground network and sect of the Thousand Sons Strength—damn it, we need more manpower!”
“...You want him to be a priest, you want him to be the chief think tank, and you want him to be the steward, are you asking for the body of an Astartes? Too much, he's the Astartes, not us."
"Then stop drinking your damn Prospero-esque afternoon tea and help me process the data."
"I believe I can finish the second part of the course soon and start the third part of targeted training."
"Humph!"
Gua.
Happy holidays!
It’s Christmas alone, but it’s great to have beef rice with a sweet person!
I just didn’t expect that the effect of drinking buffalo milk would make me look hideous.
(End of this chapter)