Chapter 505 Subtle influence from an anonymous person

What is the most primitive fear of human beings?

After being swallowed by darkness.

What comes back first?

The first thing is the smell.

The smell of disinfectants commonly used by Astartes apothecaries, the freshness of thin ozone, and the common stale self-circulating air in spacecraft that has been masked by the first two through multiple filtrations...

The pale golden eyelashes of the Thirteenth Primarch trembled like dragonfly wings.

...It seems that this may be some kind of void ship or a medical room inside the fortress. The owner here pays great attention to disinfection and cleaning, but the conditions are limited.

Just when his stagnant mind began to spin again, thousands of intertwined images of reality and dreams passed through his mind like a large flock of migratory birds, and they overlapped with the scene of the war nine thousand years ago.

For a moment, the pride of the Emperor flashed in front of him, and before he evacuated his heirs to save him... Hill...then... for a moment, he remembered the moment when he found himself in the body of someone else. Amazing experiences... and then those - and so on. Stop it. That kind of thing and scene cannot exist under the imperial truth!

So was it a dream or a reality that happened somewhere else while he was unconscious?

...And how to explain the fact that he can walk, talk, and eat in other people's bodies?

Robert Guilliman pursed his lips and felt his tongue, which had not touched water for an unknown period of time, move dryly in his mouth. His taste buds only tasted disinfectant water and a faint taste of blood, and... There was a slight fishy smell, but there was no aftertaste of cinnamon butter apple pie that he expected, and of course there was no aroma of Terra tea leaves or roasted dinosaur legs, which was a pity.

From this point of view, it is more likely to be a dream, right?

Haha, he said, how could there be such a thing in the world where the soul is out of body and has strange powers and chaos?

Then there is the sound.

The vibration and hum of the giant engine in the far and deep depths echoed in the long corridor that was as quiet as an uninhabited cemetery. There was no sound of any staff or servants moving or talking, as if they had already Abandoned in the sea of stars...or running away? Either scenario doesn't sound great.

Only in this room, there were...one, two, three breathing sounds close to his side.

There were also the sounds of the motors inside the power armor's servo, and the working sounds of the backpack's reactor - one of them was quite different, and even made him feel dangerous.

An elegant and resonant voice with the unique resonance of the Astartes poured into his ears with some happiness and a trace of worry about the aftermath of the disaster.

“It’s too exciting for His Highness...I’m afraid he has never seen such a mixed black market!”

Black market?

The word black market appeared in the context of the treatment of an injured original body and the infirmary... It was a bit unexpected... No, it was more than abrupt, it could even be said to be very weird.

His thoughts were scattered, and his mind was still unclearly confused by the scenes brought to him by a brother's handiwork nine thousand years ago and recently. However, the grief, anger and despair were unconsciously It has been diluted quite a bit.

Where is this? He felt that it was basically impossible to be his own Macragge's Pride infirmary. He was familiar with it, and there were so few people here that he didn't detect anything he was familiar with——

...Wait, is this happening again...

Finally there is light.

The bright and direct white light of the shadowless lamp penetrated his eyelids, making his pupils dilate and contract instinctively. Then, the Primarch of the Ultramarines slowly opened his eyes.

The touch of the skin surface has now completely returned to him. Guilliman found that he was properly placed on an operating table, with a layer of surgical gel pad carefully placed under his body, and even under his neck. He was thoughtfully placed on a soft plastic pillow, which made him feel good - although he didn't know it, his body had actually stayed in that position for nine thousand years - it was really good to lie down for a while.

He did not get up immediately, but lay there and allowed his thoughts that had been interrupted by the stagnant position to gather again. At the same time, he experienced the feeling of this body, trying to confirm "which" body it was.

——It's very similar to his original body, but it's a little bit different.

Guilliman calmed down and felt something that made him feel comfortable surging in his blood vessels. It was kind and strange, hard to describe, because he had never felt this way in his more than two hundred years of life experience. It was like... A cogitator that was always prone to overheating was fitted with a proper cooling system.

In short, this body is very similar to his original body, but there are still some differences. To say the least, it seems to be more... more perfect. At the same time, he is also blessed enough to realize in his heart that what if After he gets up and talks to people, he gets some new revelations about the body.

This made Guilliman even more certain of a certain guess he had just made.

He carefully felt the condition of his neck again. The wound opened by the grinning Fulgrim in his memory was still there, but the poison that his fallen brother injected into his body through the sword blade was now After clearing it all away, the strong recovery power of the original body has caused the skin there to begin to heal. Only a flesh-pink smooth new scar can be seen on the surface. At this rate, this scar may disappear after healing.

With the previous wonderful adventure experience, combined with the current scene analysis, the Lord of Macragge quickly made up his mind this time - there is a high probability that it is some kind of omen-like experience or it comes from him Some kind of inviting dream for his brother - because he really couldn't imagine why his children would greet their primarch's awakening with such a scene.

Since there are these doubts that this may not be the real world he lives in, and he doesn't know where this is, then just ask the ready-made "people" around him what the situation is now.

Based on my previous dreaming experience, multiple people in the dream can interact with each other. It would be even better if I could find one of my brothers here.

Of course, all the above things happen in the blink of an eye.

Then he stood up and joined the conversation at the bedside in a (thinking) friendly manner.

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"What do you think?"

This is a question, but not a question.

Manius Calgar and his officers were standing under the stone colonnade outside the Chapter Master's private quarters.

They had just completed their first interview with "him" since he woke up.

Today the sky in Magna City is cloudy and the weather is unpredictable, just like the mood of the Ultramarine Lords at this moment.

Now, all the masters who can be summoned in the battle group have arrived here, except for the fourth company commander Uriel Ventris who has been executed the death oath and has not yet returned. Sergeant Rilchus is temporarily in charge of the fourth company. Outside of affairs, the others are all figures in charge of the lifeblood of the Ultramarines chapter and all loyal and reliable battle brothers.

Helix, the chief pharmacist, has done a preliminary examination of the patients in the room. Although the body has many scars and traces of battle, overall it miraculously remains in a good condition, but he does not understand What happened to some of the readings - but the medical treatment of a possible "doppelgänger" or "fragment" of the Primarch was not recorded in the Codex Astartes or in any regulations! Therefore, even though Helix has rich experience in treating other people and has exquisite skills, he can only ensure that he conducts the examination within the maximum error-free range.

Fortunately, the best thing among misfortunes is that according to the test results, the chief pharmacist said that the body structure that may be the temporary residence of their genetic father is still very close to that of the ordinary Asta Special, but there are several organs of unknown purpose in the body, and there are no signs of poisoning or vitality decline. He has carefully injected nutrient solution and other drugs into it according to the experience of waking up the sleeping fearless driver. All he needs to do next is to wait. This "Astartes" with the face of their genetic father can just wake up.

During this period, Tigris and Cassius also "tested" the Sleeper in their own way. The latter almost concluded on the spot that this must be some kind of divine emperor descending on their genes. The test or omen of the father - because when Cassius held the state church ceremony, the white-gold light from "him" almost penetrated the room and shot straight into the sky, making even those golden candles dim.

And even the most cautious Tigris has to admit that at least these powers are peaceful, righteous, and pure, and have nothing to do with chaos and evil.

This is enough for others to continue waiting for the pharmacist's work to be completed.

Just now, Helix announced excitedly that "he" woke up.

The "holy man" - as they could only call him now - who had been "pulled" back from their stolen father by Calgar himself with the help of Tigris, came to his senses.

The masters who were still more or less doubtful gathered around the medical cabin and witnessed this sacred moment together.

And when the man who slowly sat up raised his eyes and touched the eyes of everyone in the room with his profound gaze, everyone was shocked, even with tears in their eyes, and knelt down to salute him.

What kind of eyes are those!

It is as blue as the clear sky of Macragge, but the haze in the eyes is like the dark clouds before the storm. With just one glance, one can feel the trembling deep in the soul, as if all the secrets and darkness in the heart are gone. There is nothing to hide under this gaze, and I feel ashamed.

It is as pure and clear as a young man, and as deep and vicissitudes as if it has passed through hundreds of millions of years. "His" eyes scanned every extreme warrior present one by one, and there was something in the eyes that seemed to be looking at the young people. This unique meaning and the expression on his face, which is exactly the same as that of their genetic father, all convey a message to every Chapter Master present: Although "he" and they should not know each other, they have known each other for a long time. "He" has a natural familiarity and affinity with them.

Now they are allowed to come out and deal with the surrounding affairs. Taking this opportunity, the masters gathered together to make a final decision.

The psychic ripples of emotion vibrated gently in the air.

In the end, it was Calgar who spoke first.

"I think..." he said thoughtfully, "Maybe this matter can be referred to a legend from our cousins, the Blood Angels Chapter."

"You mean , the legendary herald of Lord Sanguinius?" First Captain Agaman frowned slightly, but nodded, "If the rumors are true, then the situation we are encountering now is indeed very similar to that of Sanguinius. ”

“Furthermore,” added Cassius, Lord Priest, “unlike their legend, which not everyone could witness, many of us were there to witness with our own eyes how we recaptured the Holy A part of Guilliman, he will become a complete human form and stay among us, and even escape death and rise from the dead. This is a miracle no matter how you look at it!"

His voice grew increasingly frenzied.

"A miracle! Gentlemen! A miracle granted to us by the Holy Emperor! A miracle that allows us to listen to the will of a Primarch again after ten thousand years!"

Although Tigris's face There was a thoughtful look on his face, but at this moment, no one refuted Otan Cassius's remarks.

“Then,” Calgar said, “let us go in again to see our father’s saint and listen to his teachings to us. Perhaps we can get a way to restore our father more quickly.”
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Among the three, Hong Suo was the first to react.

"Yes, sir...I mean, Lord Guilliman, you are awake."

He took a step forward and bowed to the other party first, and saw the other party wrinkled Looking at the gun silver armor and black and yellow striped paint on his body, he quickly added something before what happened.

"I am...well, I am your treating physician and only pharmacist. My name is Honso. My lord." He lowered his voice again and said to Guilliman, "I also He is also your... fourth brother's personal pharmacist. The current situation is complicated and it is difficult to explain it clearly in just a few words."

The awakened Primarch is as vivid as a god descending to earth, and is by no means static. The gray-white memorial portrait can be traced to every detail.

There were less than twenty demigods in the galaxy who descended into the temporarily modified infirmary on the Indomitable. Although Robert Guilliman was not wearing armor, he was sent into stasis wearing only him. He was wearing a toga robe when he stood, but his perfect body and graceful movements still dazzled the other two Astartes, especially Kadarath Grendel, and they didn't know how to react for a while.

All these details were captured in the eyes of the awakened original body. He also took a special look at Grendel, who subconsciously tapped his breastplate and saluted him again.

——The overall temperament of this Iron Warrior undoubtedly gave a good impression to the Thirteenth Primarch.

Guilliman nodded.

"You said you are my fourth brother's personal apothecary. You can tell which legion you belong to by looking at your armor, Honso." The Thirteenth Primarch repeated calmly, "But Perturabo is one of those who followed Horus and betrayed us. How dare you mention in front of me that you are still serving him?”

Coming. A storm was raging in the Potion Master's mind, but he didn't show it at all on his face.

This will be one of the biggest chess games in his life, and it is a fast chess game. The bet is his life and plan, and the opponent is the gene in the universe that may be second only to or the same as his. A master of logic and strategy as strong as his father, a true Son of the Emperor, a living Primarch.

Can he win this game of fast chess?

——One has to try, right?

Look, how many things he has done so far are not obvious but everyone thinks he is destined to fail, but he is standing here well, and almost all of them have succeeded.

"My lord, you don't know something." When the master pharmacist raised his head, the look on his face was sincere and sad, and it didn't look like he was faking it. "Our current situation is not optimistic."

"And I would like to venture to ask, do you still remember some things before you lost consciousness?"

Robert Guilliman's face showed A thoughtful look.

(End of this chapter)