Chapter 501: Who will rise in the storm?
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Rufus Quintus, wearing the blue robe of the Governor, stood beside the circular walkway on the Tower of Prosperity, looking at the rose-colored sunset sky and the tranquil scenery in the distance. The sky.
This is Tarentus, one of the largest agricultural planets in the Ultramar sector. Billions of tons of food are produced here every month to become part of the foundation for people to live and work in peace and contentment. The solid support of the empire's battlefield logistics, he thought, and then his thoughts drifted to the past.
Although the Astartes, who was once a veteran of Captain Argyman, kept reminding himself that supervising the production of food in Tarentus on time and in quantity was also part of serving the Emperor and his Chapter. , but he sometimes still feels a little awkward when he fulfills his duties as governor of the Tarentus Coast dutifully. He should be in the airdrop pod, on the bloody battlefield, fighting aliens, and fighting for his comrades. Pray for your own soul...
But in any case, the injuries caused by the Tyranth mine were not serious enough to enter Dauntless, but not light enough to continue to meet the combat intensity of the battlefield. So, since the battle group's arrangements for him are diligent and reliable By ruling this planet, he will accept and fulfill his new mission seriously.
He stood in the center of the Governor's Palace, his chief accountant and finance minister Niqiru trotting to keep up with the retired Astartes. Although he was unable to continue fighting in power armor due to his injuries and had an obvious limp, Rufus was still faster than a mortal.
"Is the news in orbit so urgent? What else did Master Unasi say?"
His deputy flipped through the data pad again, "No, my lord, Master Unasi only said A series of warnings were sent to us, saying that there were threats from the sky."
"He is the director of the Tarentus Orbital Defense System. Can he report threats from other directions? Ask him further. Details.”
"Yes, my lord... Oh, wait."
"What's wrong?" Rufus looked up. The sky here was still beautiful and peaceful, but there seemed to be a new star on the edge of the sky in his field of vision. A flash outside.
"Master Unasi said the threat activated the warp jump and left."
Governor Tarentus, former Ultramarines 1st Company veteran sergeant Rufus Quintus Frowning.
"Did he tell where the threat flew? Also, let's go to his command center immediately to check the image log."
"My lord?"
The veteran growled in a low voice, "The empire's legal ships will not jump into the subspace at will so close to the planet!"
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“Alas, should I eat this Warrior here...”
Lami Zane was playing with a white Diviner (Divinitarch) in his hand ) The chess piece is difficult to decide.
On the other side of the distant galaxy and the river of time, someone who was playing a teaching game of regicide chess with Magna with a sullen face did not notice that his dog's expression darkened behind him.
Perturabo BC stared at the dangerous rise and fall monitoring curves and other more complex function graphics displayed on the screen. Although in the hands of the border collie, they only appeared as a thin line or a continuous A beating variable formula, but there may be billions or even hundreds of billions of souls involved.
Even though I know that this is the result of the resources I have accumulated little by little with great patience and perseverance after finally persuading and getting help from some people in many different time and space plays. The miraculous Great Wall, Perturabo BC could not help but be dazzled by the fact that such a magnificent and majestic thing was condensed into reality in his claws.
The previous series of operations in the Calixis sector were just as he expected. Because of the specialness of this sector, even if they did a lot enough to be noticed and hunted down by the Tribunal of Time, Or something that triggered the rejection mechanism of this universe and caused Lamizane Carosini to be "excluded", but in fact the proper mechanism was not triggered.
This is not like the previous time, when the candidate he recruited was too bold and ignorant. Although ignorance was indeed an advantage at the beginning, but then the guy stood where he was and learned that After being given such noble and powerful power and authority in this galaxy that is in urgent need of salvation...
After a burst of ecstatic dancing with extremely distorted laughter, he shouted a series of "Great! Aliens are not a problem! Wouldn't it be better to have reproductive isolation?", "Kill, kill, kill! Khorne's ditch is also mine. "Kouya! Kill Miss Slaanesh and her men in the Silver Palace!" "No! All the girls must be taken in now!" !", "Those who are pretty enough among the original body can't do it, right?", "Can you transform Old Man Huang into a lolita and marry me? I can be your godfather!" and so on! Perturabo was stunned by his speech and instantly became furious and regretful - the reliable calculation data also became unreliable! It seems that just literal data matching is not enough... Hey! ! ! Ours is not a universe where Slaanesh triumphs! ! !
At that time, he almost actually heard the joyful moans of the Prince of Darkness laughing out of breath behind the curtain. At that time, the entire sky on the ecliptic plane turned into black with pink light, reality The curtain is like translucent black silk and is almost breakable.
To be honest, most of the operations this audacious guy wants to do are actually not as closely related to important events on the entire time chessboard as this one, but this universe is still his Petu after all. What Labbo and his brothers had built, they soon developed a serious rejection reaction to this strange and brutal implanter who wanted to interfere with its future direction.
Just when Perturabo couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to raise the weapon in his hand to kill this ignorant guy, the time and space here twisted spontaneously, just like a patient coughing up phlegm and couldn't wait to kill the guy. The person "vomited" far away and disappeared from his eyes.
Of course, the latter's fate was similar to that of a mouthful of phlegm - when he was "spit" back to his original position, it was flat and stuck to the wall and floor. He probably had to find a shovel. Only then can we tidy up properly.
This is certainly not the first unlucky person to be excluded from this galaxy, but Perturabo BC hopes that Ramizane Carosini will not be the last.
He retracted his thoughts, tapping the input device dexterously with his ten claws, and at the same time using his eyes to switch more pictures on the same screen. In the end, all the functions, models, analyzes and calculations told him that the biggest problem was On the most important event: "The Resurrection of Robert Guilliman".
This matter is as certain as if Lamizane is right in front of him, what else can go wrong?
Perturabo BC frowned.
First of all, after Angron Petra was informed of part of the truth, the brother of the Emperor who now has no nails will definitely not run to join in the fun. The head and tail he left behind will have to be brought by Kahn. He went to solve it together with his big brother whose hairline was in danger.
The longer it is delayed, the more detrimental it will be to Angron in the Calixis sector. Kahn understands all this, so he will definitely try his best to complete his mission.
Furthermore, the veteran warrior who has extended his life for so long under inhuman strength has experienced numerous storms and waves. Perturabo BC also believed that he could "assist" the lion in handling any emergencies, so he agreed to take him with him. His warriors ventured to that time through the center of the Eye of Terror - of course, this Karn was much older than Angron today, and had known Angron longer than Angron had known him. It also takes longer.
Since it is unlikely that there will be a problem with Kahn, could it be that the Eldar Death Army who was originally scheduled to rescue Robert Guilliman and the Eldar Harlequin who ran around the universe to notify everyone who should show up were there? Problem? It shouldn't be. The dog tapped the edge of the car with his paws, and his long beard frowned, forming an equally furry "chuan" character on his furry face.
What's going on? He deliberately tried his best to avoid places and times that were related to the Eldar or where he might meet. Except when Angron came, the group of pointy-eared people insisted on coming to prophesy and delivered it to his door. At other times, Petula Bo BC has chosen a temporarily tolerant and avoidant attitude. Although Eldral Uthlan still has the inevitable arrogance of those with pointed ears, at least he is not so ungrateful among them. It is this group of Eldar who always like to over-interpret prophecies and think that they are their own. Interpretation is the most correct... Could it be that something went wrong like this?
It’s impossible. The person who was personally supervising the battle behind the scenes and even going into battle this time was Kaduru, the former Imperial Regent Malcador himself. According to his latest secret message, he and Elder The "friendly" competition about the prophecy between Lal Uslan has developed to the point where almost all the well-known Eldar Arks have set their sights on this battle under the water. He used the chips he won in the competition with Uslan to compete with Pettu. The power of someone assigned to him by Rab BC was traded for the number of uses of a specific webway gate on the Old Prophet's Ark.
Then he took this opportunity to successfully use the webway to avoid several space-time turbulence zones that tore the universe apart, anchored himself to the fall of Cardia, and saw the right opportunity to join the general. The real target that he and his men wanted to escort - Efreni's Death Army and Belisarius Caul's Mechanical Army, as well as some Battle Sisters, Black Templars, Gray Knights, etc., just as they should Just like that, now this old and sophisticated regent is muddying the waters while calmly helping them move towards Macragge quickly, and counting the time, they should be arriving soon.
Then there is no room for maneuver? Perturabo BC blinked his dark brown eyes. They had already begun to enter the webway when Malcador last communicated. If I remember correctly, it was basically not much different from heading straight to Macragge. And Malcador is lurking in their ranks, what else can he do?
No, how come Bianmao Xinliezhi’s revenue data has grown so outrageously? What is the source of this fluctuation... huh? ? ?
“Lami Zane.”
"Huh?"
"Tell me." The original Border Collie gritted his teeth and said, "What kind of existence is Honso in your mind?!"
"Ah. "Putting down the chess piece in his hand, he thought for a while, "Probably...well...I think he has outstanding abilities, and he should combine the advantages of the Iron Warriors and the Imperial Fist, because of his background. Maybe he has a talent for biogenetic engineering? He has a deep connection with the Ultramarines, maybe he has some Iron Hands, and he is always very, very, very lucky."
"Just. Gone?" The dog stared at his body, "Are you sure?"
"Did you say he's here?" Lamizane frowned, "A pharmacist should be kind and rescue the wounded. He is also responsible for collecting, preserving and cultivating gene seeds... Oh, by the way, and in my impression, he is a person who can turn the Ultramar sector upside down. The losses are said to be no less than the Tyranid invasion? Alas, no matter what, he will definitely do the biggest thing he can do there in the last year of M41... What's wrong with you?"
"..."
Magna Dorn quietly listened to the side pretending to be a robot, and he understood in his heart why his teacher always emphasized, intentionally or unintentionally, "Don't let Lamy Zane ·Carosini began to wonder and wonder."
On the table next to them, the white Warrior chess piece that Lamizane had just put down was standing quietly next to the black Primarch chess piece.
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“I know.”
Tigris gripped his staff tiredly, and his comrades watched with concern as the Chief Librarian stood up slowly like an old mortal.
The motor of the servo joint of the power armor made a soft buzzing sound. With the help of the electronic muscle bundle, he stood upright with his sore body.
"Galenus, come back...", the word "come" has not been spoken yet.
An unexpected situation happened that caught everyone off guard.
The chief think tank of the Ultramarines suddenly opened his eyes wide and chanted a powerful mantra loudly. The blue glow of supernatural lightning gathered on the top of his psychic hood and staff and emitted from his The fingertips shot out - facing the people who walked in just behind his lord, his commander, his master - Marius Calgar.
Although High Lord Macragge reacted extremely quickly, Tigris, who was facing him as close as a brother, did not hold back. His power fists made thunderous sounds at lightning speed, and his swift and fatal swings forced the chief think tank to stop. Not avoiding its sharp edge, he stepped aside.
"You are crazy! Tigris!" Captain Galenus was shocked and angry. The person beside him who withstood the blow for him was one of the most respected members of the Ultramarines. Priest Otan Cassius, the Lord of the Sanctuary and the Guardian of the Soul of the Chapter, at this moment, his skull mask makes it difficult to see his expression, but the raised priest's scepter and the turned on power switch tell everything.
Calgar turned to his old friend who suddenly went crazy, "What's wrong with you?! Varro! Wake up! It's us!"
"I know it's you! My Lord! But follow The one of yours is..."
The linen hood on the chief think tank's head slipped off, revealing his haggard, worried, and worried face as he looked among them.
His comrades turned their heads in confusion, held their weapons warily, and looked around them.
"There is nothing here but us."
"Perhaps we should put some restraints on you as you said."
The black-haired one .
Black eyes.
A pale man.
He was standing among his comrades, grinning at Varro Tigris.
And his body is slowly getting bigger.
In the chief think tank's shrunken pupils, a miraculous figure as tall, magnificent and astonishing as the person standing in the stasis mausoleum behind him was reflected.
(End of this chapter)