Chapter 330 Well, you are right to say that it is flesh and blood
The Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar, the paradise of the Far Eastern Star Territory of the Empire, the territory that Robert Guilliman once ruled, is also the first... The site of a new beacon during the turbulent years when Emperor and Holy Terra was extinguished by the Star Torch caused by the Great Rebellion.
Of course, if you hear anything extra, these are non-existent rumors. (BANG!)
Because even the Ultramarines themselves, covered up by so many years, so many deaths, and intentional people, no longer understand certain details of past history. .
After all, this universe is too big for a single human being’s time and cognition, and don’t think so much about subspace.
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“Thought leads to doubt, doubt leads to change. My old friend.” So said Varro Tigris.
This respected and powerful Chief Librarian is working with the leader of the Ultramarines, the Lord of Macragge (note: Guilliman is not yet awake at this time), and the guardian of Ultramar. Marneus Augustus Calgary walked together under the corridor of the Hera Fortress.
They walked through an ancient garden full of spice plants and shrubs. Neither of them wore armor. The chief think tank wore a decent and simple shirt and hellfire robes, and the lining of the psychic hood was still attached. On his head, the above pipes and cables extend to the back of his neck and behind his ribs; while the current Chapter Master of the Ultramarines wears warrior tunics, leather swordsman tassels and a small amount of gold and white carvings The emblem of the Ultramarines Chapter with a skull and golden wings adorns the pauldrons, belt, bracers and greaves.
"Indeed, Varro, your caution about your own great gifts has always amazed me"
"My psychic power is just a tool, a weapon, Calgar." The think tank director's always melancholy face added a melancholy, "A weapon that can allow me to reverse the situation of battle and destiny, if you If it's a gift, it's probably a curse."
"Why do you say that, my old friend?" They stopped in Macragge. The white hot afternoon sun lingers in the shadows of the white and yellow marble columns.
"The guards reported to me your recent mumbling and restlessness in meditation." Calgar's warm blue-gray eyes stared at the Great Thinker, "If you have anything to do with us about the future of the empire, If you have any predictions about the future, I beg you to tell me, Varro, you know you don’t need to hide anything from me.”
“My lord,” the great thinker sighed softly, holding the stance staff in his hand. The end paused on the marble floor that had become uneven but smooth after thousands of years of trampling, "I did see some... pictures of the future again."
His eyebrows were tightly knitted. The look in his eyes was so tangled and painful that Calga almost had the urge to reach out and smooth his brow.
"You know, my prophecies have been changing frequently recently... and..." Tigris paused, "Incredible. I think." The current chief think tank of the Ultramarines, one of the most powerful prophets in the galaxy, said painfully He admitted, "I may be starting to be corrupted by Chaos, Calgar. You should probably find someone to lock me up and guard me, or let me go into a cell with dignity myself."
Obviously the Ultramarines' The chapter leader was startled, "Is it this bad?" he asked, "I have not received any reports of signs of chaos nearby, and there are currently no special emergency reports from the monitoring station and patrol team."
"But I saw it! Calga!" Tigris roared in a low voice, and the think tank director's eyes glowed with a spiritual blue light. The air around them suddenly rolled up into a strong wind, blowing the garden. The plants and flowers in it were blowing around, "I saw the enemy coming from the deep space! The ruler of blood! Born from blood! Everything he did was trying to completely destroy the will of the warriors, corrupt and blaspheme our companions! I I saw the traitors and betrayers reveling in front of the Hera Fortress! I even foresaw myself swallowing the flesh and blood they gave me without any resistance..." His lips trembled and he couldn't continue, and he knelt down with his staff. Fall to the ground.
"My Lord! (My Lord!) I implore you, for the sake of our future and safety, let me enter the dungeon until the day when the prophecy is revealed or you need me to prove myself in battle. That day."
"Get up, Varro, you know there is no need for this between you and me." There was a deep groove between Calja's eyebrows at this moment, "But with your identity and past glory. Come on, if you insist..." "I insist! My Lord!" Tigris raised his head suddenly, "I even saw more blasphemous omens... I willingly accepted the gift from the enemy of the empire. Voluntarily serving under the heretics..." When these words were spoken, the director of the think tank almost couldn't hold his head up due to pain and shame, and Calgar froze for just a moment, and then he turned to his old friend and old friend. He was helped up by his comrades, Eldar, Orcs, and Tigris the Tyranid Annihilator.
"I will arrange it." He finally said, "No need to worry, old friend, before that, let us go to the greenhouse outside the throne room for a drink. I heard the kitchen manager mentioned that the recent new The developed colony has brought a large amount of high-quality and delicious fruits and vegetables to Macragge's market. We can taste your favorite fresh cheese with tomatoes and basil first..."
As they walked away gradually , the wind blown by the spiritual energy gradually subsided, leaving a mess of fallen flowers and broken leaves in the garden, exuding a slight fragrance under the scorching sun.
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“Hmm, what a satisfying growth curve. I just love to see the high-walled granary being full.”
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He was slumped on the command throne without a proper shape, with a pile of cushions behind him - Octavia, who is also a cushion lover, enthusiastically made a large number of cushions for the Lord of the Night after learning about his hobbies. Lord of the Legion.
The eighth legion’s current popular power armor decoration style is to hang various pendants made of small bones, beads or strips of cloth handmade by slaves around the waist, which will sway when you walk. That kind of thing, the shoulder armor and helmet parts are the focus of cleaning, they must be wiped clean! Bright! In this way, if you are lucky enough to leave a beautiful and complete shape of the pad, you can immediately find someone to rub it and nail it as a small talisman.
The blood-red paw prints match well with the power armor that has been reforged from Nostramo adamantium to show natural lightning patterns.
Lami Zain took a sip of the hot milk-filled Reka coffee and squinted his eyes with satisfaction - yes, after the initial trade routes and markets for first-class products were established, a large number of The goods were imported immediately, after all, the adamantine ore secured payment - Macragge's market was rich in products, and his Rekka coffee was finally in stock again!
“At this point I think we can start thinking about going to the ‘moon’, after all - what do you think?”
(*Before, I would have said, yes, and now, the more knowledge I have learned, I would have said, the more dangerous that place seems. - I hate you! You make me more and more dangerous The more you like to make judgments based on reason rather than instinct! This really annoys me)
"You said that, and I think you asked Talos and the others to take you down to loot the temple. "
(*...I just went to see if the text there was contaminated by Chaos, just in case!)
"Well, yes, I'll look for some by the way. Use an old book to sharpen your claws, and then throw the book to the heirs you think they need. This is how it goes."
(Several Midnight Lords exchanged looks with each other - or began to exchange malicious looks with their eyes. )
But a sharp sound from the gargoyle's mouth broke the comfortable atmosphere on the bridge at this moment.
"Your Highness! Mistress! Mistress!"
(End of this chapter)