Chapter 506: Rebel against Tiangang...? But you are not alone
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"I remember..."
"I remember the battle in the void of Theshara."
Primarch The sound seems to have traveled through distant time, like a piece of light dust falling on a floating island in the universe.
"I still remember the star ring that was torn apart by the weapons of war between us, brothers, and humans. Countless precious battleships were hit casually like that, carrying the souls on them silently. For the flash of cosmic dust.”
In the following time, Robert Guilliman whispered to them the stories he still remembered in his clear and melodious voice.
The Grip of Power and the Pride of the Emperor are locked in a fight.
The trap Fulgrim set for him.
The trusting and loyal faces of one hundred of the best warriors from the 1st and 2nd companies of the Ultramarines.
Andros's advice and his untimely pride and luck.
The vision aboard the Emperor's Pride was more sinister and unholy than any dark and bloody sight he had ever seen concocted by the servants of Chaos.
The desecration of the Phoenix Gate and his choice to enter the halls of Heliopolis alone to face his fallen brother.
And the shock, disgust and sadness he witnessed at what happened to his brother.
Perhaps there is no one else here to listen to him, or perhaps he thinks that this place is just a realistic dream. The Primarch whispers, taking the listener to the battle many years ago.
Fulgrim's invitation to betrayal and his firm rejection.
And the duel with Fulgrim when he insisted on staying.
He summoned his offspring who were waiting outside the door, and Fulgrim mockingly summoned his mutated children.
Also he realizes that being dominated by anger will lead to his own failure.
The anger of Fulgrim at being wounded by him and the paralyzing sweet smell of corruption in Lord Slaanesh.
And how Fulgrim's blade venom worked through Kor Phaeron's dagger wound.
Having said this, Guilliman subconsciously touched his throat. The skin on the original wound that never really healed was smooth and flat. I wonder if the medical skills here have developed to this point, or the pharmacist who calls himself Honso is particularly skilled, or... it's just because this place is Dreams, so unreasonable things will become reasonable?
The Thirteenth Primarch looked at Hongsuo, who always had a business face, inquiringly, and found that the other person was also looking at him, with a professional concern.
The other two, especially Grendel, listened with fascination, admiring with joy and sorrow as the primarch told him, and at the same time he swore in a low voice that he would kill Fulgrim with his own hands.
Guilliman paused, then spoke of the deaths he had witnessed of his offspring as they fought to save his life for a few seconds.
He felt the poison burning through his blood, acknowledged his error in judgment, and mourned for his dead heir.
Hill—that was his second company commander, one of his favorite heirs—screamed in panic.
The heirs took off their helmets and crowded in front of him, revealing faces filled with grief.
His armor was roughly torn off, the apothecary's last ditch effort.
And... what came next...
as well as……?
The three listeners saw that the Thirteenth Primarch stopped speaking, and his eyebrows were tightly knitted together, as if Guilliman was using up his willpower to remember something that should be remembered. .
"My lord?" Grendel asked worriedly, "Perhaps you will feel a little uncomfortable when you just woke up. You might as well rest for a while before..."
"No..." Guilliman He closed his eyes tightly and held his forehead, "I called my father..."
The traitors and traitors winked at each other nervously.
"Father...yes...then...then...Uthelma...Atra...? Dorne...?"
The name Yug whispered softly in Robert Guilliman's mouth Lendl doesn't sound like anything special, except that Dorn would make the Iron Warrior frown.
But for the other two, that name was like a bolt from the blue.
When Hongsuo, who was making frantic calculations in panic to find a way to break the situation, heard the name, a warm current of emotion surged in his heart: Father, I praise you! The supreme power of the Galaxy! The most merciful father, the greatest Lord of Steel, your blessings are still protecting your favorite heir today!
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Hongsuo raised his feet wearing combat boots and stepped forward under the gazes of the three people in the room.
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Although there was a glimmer of hope, the time left for him to integrate his thoughts was only this moment. The Thirteenth Primarch lowered his eyes, and maybe he would raise his head and stare at him in the next second. Ask him.
But Hong Suo took a deep breath, and before half of the moment passed, he had already gone through some calculations in his mind that involved three hundred steps, and even had enough time to reflect on himself:< br>
First, the first mistake. He took it for granted, thinking that since he could be knocked down by Fulgrim's poison, he would be able to be sedated by the drug, but he did not expect that the physique of the original gene would be so outrageous.
After completing the treatment as much as possible according to the instructions and injecting the bottle of medicine he brought from the Iron Blood, he actually injected Robert Guilliman with the most powerful sedative he could find—— And at a dose that would cause death screams from the Ultramarines or any loyal 40K Apothecary upon sight.
However, Robert Guilliman still woke up simply like this, without showing any signs of being anesthetized. Perhaps Honso also underestimated the physical constitution of the original body and the toxin that could kill him. Intensity, the consequences of both conceited miscalculations were fatal, he noted down first.
Secondly, although it was right to avoid long nights and dreams, he should not have performed emergency surgery on the Indomitable.
——Just imagine, if Guilliman is rescued on a deserted asteroid, even if it is not possible, as long as he can be teleported away in time and the original body is left alone on the ground, he will not be able to survive. Can he still grow wings and fly into the sky, or suddenly learn teleportation, or carve out a spaceship from a pile of rocks and chase him? Just leaving him alone on the barren surface would be enough to trap him for a long time.
This primarch, who is not known for his psychic performance, is not a super psychic teacher that Honsou knows - even that super psychic has no hobby of flying in the universe physically. You have to find some kind of gate or formation to cross the star sea!
Well, now, if the Thirteenth Primarch did not believe his coaxing in the end...Honso was not very sure whether the rest of his men, especially the mortals, could all stand up to the Primarch's charm.
Although in theory, even the original body cannot pilot such a large star fortress alone, but if you just plan to send out a distress communication... In the end, this is the problem of the Indomitable itself!
Honso is so good that he used Hestian of the 5th Ultramarines Company as a wetware chain on the main cogitator array of the star fort as half of the surprise attack. Controlling the Machine Soul, there is no doubt that as long as Guilliman discovers this and awakens Hestian, this loyal Techmarine will definitely do his best to bring his genetic father back.
Coupled with the demonic engine Muka that is whirring and exerting power in the core of the engine room... Who would believe it now that this guy is actually not him but the one put in by Calgar? !
...The only good news is probably that in order to break into Macragge as quickly as possible, he dismissed most of the fleet members who looked bad at first sight in advance, and let Aitasia take them back to the Maelstrom first.
——But it’s different now! Roboute Guilliman just said the word Uthelma Atla! In other words, Ma'atra's joke before was true, "The strength and purity of Julius's psychic energy are really great. I'm afraid even a guy like Guilliman who can't understand psychic skills can do it." Drawn to me in the sea of souls.”
——Praise you! Praise the father! Praise you with all my heart! Great Lord! King of the stars! The god of black and white!
Then the next step can be like this...
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With his mind spinning, Honso immediately decided that as long as Guilliman became suspicious in the conversation he was about to say to the primarch next, he would threaten the lives of Hestian and the others - the power armor gifted to him by his father. The protection cannot be broken down instantly! Because Guilliman's attack power was stamped by Maatra and others as "not particularly outstanding among the original bodies," he thought.
Besides, Robert Guilliman is still unarmed at this moment, so in this case... In the time before the shield was broken, and there were dozens of life-support tanks, Guilliman had the ability to reach the sky, It is impossible to save all his descendants instantly! As long as he still cares about the life of his son as he just missed, then there should be no problem in letting Hong Suo finish his threats and save his own life.
Very good, very good, now we have life-saving measures, Hong Suo, you are awesome, this is half the battle! Think about something else, think about something else, stay calm, you can do it, think carefully about the books and materials your little apprentice brought back and what other gossips the other masters said while drinking tea can be used!
Yes, yes, this!
All the above thoughts are completed in a moment shorter than a breath.
His feet landed on the ground, and his eyes met the confused, inquiring eyes of Guilliman who had just raised them.
Honso spoke.
"You must have also discovered that this is not the time and space you are in..."
The face of the Thirteenth Primarch showed "Sure enough", "Some regrets", " What else is there this time?" and other mixed expressions of relief and complexity.
"So, tell me, Honso. Tell me all about it. First, what time is it, and which side are you? - Loyal to my father, loyal to the Empire, or... From my brother who has fallen into the hands of the devil? But I heard you call yourself Perturabo's personal pharmacist. I'm afraid it's not as I knew before I fell asleep?"
"Exactly. Let me organize my thoughts for a moment and explain it to you."
Guilliman nodded, and Honso immediately ordered Grendel to guard the door while returning to his operation He went to his post in the Star Castle, and Vannas was responsible for finding some self-defense weapons and other useful clothing for the Primarch. This kind of meticulousness and thoughtfulness fell in the eyes of the Thirteenth Primarch, and he was secretly impressed. nod.
It seems that Honso's statement that he was one of the Primarch's personal acolytes was not nonsense, as few Astartes would think of such considerate actions so naturally.
Hongsuo confessed to him for a moment, and his ten fingers were tapping on several input devices as if flying, as if he was inputting data and making corrections in a hurry.
After a while.
Vanus took out a gorgeous new cloak and matching jeweled leather belt. They should have been originally purchased by a planetary governor, but because the ceremonial tail of the cloak was too large and too long, it was just right. Draped over the Primarch's shoulders as some kind of simple yet ornate robe, the Raven Guard also fetched a power sword used by the Space Marines, which in the Primarch's hands happened to resemble a defensive dagger.
Guilliman nodded, thanked the warrior whose ancestry could not be determined for the moment but might be a descendant of Krax, hung the dagger on his belt, and continued talking to Honso.
"So what you are saying is that since I was seriously injured and could not be awakened by normal means, you - my fourth brother, Perturabo, and the good soul fragment of Magnus Together, I invented a method that allows my consciousness to be activated as an entity formed by the receiver's consciousness in the 'dream world' at the intersection of different time and space, so that we can communicate."
"Exactly? "That's it, sir." The Potion Master's attitude was neither humble nor arrogant, but he said, "But because this technology is derived from subtle and precise soul and witchcraft skills, it is very difficult to control, so we cannot determine the specific time and space in which you appeared, and the current The time... is hard to determine. We can only roughly know that you may have been stagnant... for about nine thousand years." He added, "As we speak, your body is still in place. It’s just that you can now control your body according to the ideas we have here, which is also a good treatment method for activating the brain.”
The Thirteenth Primarch nodded after hearing this. All that witchcraft aside, treatments to keep the brain active sound pretty logical.
"Witchcraft... Well, I still remember Nicaea. Did my father and the empire later openly allow the use or even research and development of witchcraft? It seems that the current world has indeed become very different from what I know. I can't What’s the point of determining the time? Are you still able to travel in the sea of stars and promote mortal children as our heirs, but you can’t determine such a simple and basic thing as the year, month and day you are in? "
"Alas." A shadow of sadness appropriately enveloped Honso's brows, causing Guilliman to frown slightly, "You...perhaps, you would like to take a look at the rough description of today's situation for you in my data pad. Pictures of various parts of the empire?"
"Let me see." With an extremely ominous premonition, the thirteenth gene origin just entered this new so-called 'time and space overlap dreamland' from nine thousand years ago. The body reached out to him.
"I beg you." The Potion Master, who handed the data pad to the original body, said in a serious and cautious tone, "I beg you not to break it or crush it before reading it."
Soon, Robert Guilliman understood what Honso meant.
The current dire situation of the empire and the miserable conditions of people's lives shocked and even shocked Guilliman.
He originally thought that since Hong Suo and his companions could still treat him here, and brought him the news that his two brothers were still trying to treat him, combined with the news in his previous dream experience, maybe the situation will gradually get better later.
But what is this?
He could find no honest records of the Great Rebellion or even his final battle.
All the truth has been drowned in the depths of time and incomprehensible rhetoric. Honso is right. From such divergent opinions, they accuse each other of being heretics and add contradictory accounts that are beneficial to themselves. How can any true and reliable conclusions be drawn?
Darkness, chaos, slavery, endless battles, different enemies, a life of despair every day, fanaticism, religion, the God-Emperor... He almost laughed out of anger, what are these? ! The original body's round fingernails scratched the data pad with a squeaking sound, but it was the Potion Master who reminded him to hold back and continue reading.
...Disgusting works like Cherubeus and Servo-Skull can be regarded as holy and glorious! The place was used grandly in so-called superstitious worship ceremonies!
… Superstitious! It's all superstition! His father has been unable to speak, and no one knows the truth of the empire. Only his fourth brother regained some of his brother's fragments and his own control from Chaos after receiving the revelation. Now, Perturabo has gathered more The centaurs who remember their original ideals are now on the run from the Empire...really rebelling against Tiangang!
Robert Guilliman's eyes were dizzy. He could only see an unparalleled huge rotting body. It was not dead, but was inevitably sliding towards death.
The sunset is like a mountain.
"..."
"What did you say? My lord?"
"I said, it's really great." The Thirteenth Primarch said from the bottom of his heart, turning to look attentively and concernedly His Honso, "In this dark, hopeless time, I still have my brother, your father. Even if he is Perturabo...it's wonderful that I'm not alone."
(End of this chapter)