Chapter 507 A Primarch Returns to His Loyal Macragge -
When Maneus Calgar returned once more and requested an audience with "the One" who now dwelt in his abode, His mood had changed.
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There is no doubt that, at least for "his" children's early rude actions out of anger, hatred, panic or other emotional fluctuations, this father The "doppelgangers", "saints" or "incarnations" all forgiven these words and deeds one by one, and even told them that they did not need to make a big deal to find the missing part of him first, but let them focus on restoring Maku. On important matters such as maintaining the normal order of Lager and Ultramar, confirming his identity, and eliminating suspicious persons in the fortress.
“These are unusual times and there is no need to worry that I will be offended.”
When the man who looked exactly like their father said this to him while sitting in Calgar's room, which was actually strictly guarded by courtesy, his voice was not as full of fanatical passion or enthusiasm as that of an Anglican missionary or a brother priest. It is full of bewitching and inciting nature, very gentle, like spring breeze turning into rain, but also like earnest instruction.
“Gold must stand the test of fire. It makes no difference to me whether my identity is confirmed earlier or later, but for others, the many differences it brings may be worlds apart. Farewell. So, do what you should do."
Emotions such as piety, shame, guilt, and helplessness enveloped Calgar's face that seemed to be always energetic, strong and confident. Above, it was rare for Lord Macragge to show some signs of fatigue.
But all this is indeed a helpless move.
Calgar believed that the reason why his father's incarnation allowed them to determine his identity and purge Macragge was precisely because he himself was the precision, rationality, calmness and courage of the Ultramarines for ten thousand years. The source of order.
This self-proclaimed "Julius" incarnation was "left by them" from their genetic father, so obviously his forgiveness and understanding for this came from the gifts he originally gave to his descendants. one.
The person who gives the gift will only have a deeper understanding of the gift, and he will treat them with the kindness of a commander looking at his recruits, and the kindness of a father looking at his son.
This attitude of tolerating them out of understanding is completely consistent with the imagination of all the Ultramarines who have knelt and looked at their father's dead face for nine thousand years, what Robert Guilliman would give them The feeling - in addition to Julius's body shape, there is also his face that looks slightly more aged than when he was sitting in a stagnant position, but perhaps this is just a normal difference between when the same person wakes up and when he is in a coma. .
Having no choice but to temporarily conceal the news of his appearance, or almost collapse with guilt, the Chief Pharmacist, the Holy Lord, and the Forging Master repeatedly tested his body and soul in the most stringent way. of purity.
Regarding these repeated and rigorous tests, Helix's report was full of overflowing emotions and a sense of collapse. The master pharmacist claimed that every hair and drop of blood in Lord Julius's body There was no trace of subspace contamination. He had never seen such a pure creature. Every time the needle and sampler were inserted into his body again due to the need for repeated verification, "I felt that I had committed an infinite crime." "I can no longer bear to do more meaningless things to hurt him and make him bleed. When will this torture on my soul and conscience end?" I beg you.
And Otan Cassius's report is more like a confession book. Calgar even doubts that if Otan Cassius and Lord Julius continue to debate the interpretation of the Book of Holy Words, the Ultramarines will fight. The regiment may be about to lose their most respected and holy Lord - every line of Cassius's words shows a kind of admiration and the urge to run back to the Death Watch to atone for sins. "The understanding of the Holy Word is like a clear sky at first hearing." Thunderbolt, but thinking about it makes me sweat - we are already walking on such a deviated cliff! The return of the incarnation of the father of genes is to save our precarious faith and soul!"
Of course, as a person! The person involved, Calgar, had no doubts about the authenticity of his father's living saint whom he personally held tightly and dragged back. However, despite all the similarities and admiration, there was still a threshold that could not be crossed: after all, the incarnated saint was not the Primarch himself. , Calgar and the Ultramarines must convince others to fully identify with this saint, which is the best way to protect him.
The resurrection of a Primarch himself is one thing, but the resurrection of an incarnation of the Primarch is quite another.
Calgar did not want to reignite civil strife in the turbulent empire, and the cryptic advice of the erudite and thoughtful Tigris also reminded him that if no concrete evidence can be produced, Lord Julius will be sanctioned. If Terra, Mars and Saturn "acknowledge" it is likely what will happen next.
Although they are ultramarines full of courage and glory, the unyielding sons of Guilliman, they are not afraid of war and will definitely win, but as many wars in the Ultramar sector and the galaxy The commander of the regiment's parent regiment, he must care about the resolution of the High Lords Council from Terra and the opinions of the Inquisition - if he doesn't care, even if Calgar definitely doesn't want to do this, it may be caused by other factors. Let’s go back to the Badab War story.
As a highly qualified Chapter Master and an administrative bureaucrat, Calgar is very aware of how fragile trust, balance and internal peace are in the current Empire. Every force is eyeing it, trying to eat other departments to strengthen its own authority. Although Luft Huron's betrayal was despicable, Calgar would not let his cherished father and the warband fall into such a difficult situation. That was why he had to ask his father's incarnation saint to condescend to accommodate their willfulness. The children have been verified and tested again and again.
Although his reliable old friend Tigris personally helped him bring back Lord Julius, he was still not afraid to use the greatest suspicion and malice to question and test his father's incarnation, Otan Cassius. The various tests mentioned in Si's report were set by the two of them.
Otan Cassius has been reporting to him during the process, and the only intact eye of this old warrior, who is almost entirely composed of scars and machines, is filled with tears.
“Blessed are we, blessed are the empire! Calga! Our father has returned to us! The severe tests we have endured are like eating and drinking to Lord Julius. Easy. Have you ever seen that living miracle! The burning flames ignited by the holy promethium pyre can't damage his body in the slightest! His back was half curved, and the extremely cold wind and snow could not sweep away the warmth of his palms. Ice and sharp stones could not cut his toes. The water of streams, lakes and seas made way for him. Birds and beasts came out of the dense forest to listen to his holy voice. Sing for him! The pollution of chaos disappeared in front of him, and the devil screamed and fled his glory and was turned into powder! He held the Book of Holy Words and his former sword in his hand throughout, and the white-gold light was on his forehead. Shining like a crown of laurels! What else could he be! I tell you nothing could be better! It’s like a miracle that a holy primarch can bring to us.”
Although he also witnessed Lord Julius’ second half of the miracle and was deeply shaken by it, Calgar persisted! They must do everything they can, and even if Lord Julius is blamed for it afterwards, he will bear it.
To this day, the final joint report between Tigris and Maxim shows that "No evil aliens, heretics, or implants, magic circles, curse seals, or similar spiritual objects imposed by the inanimate have been detected on Lord Julius." His physical structure is somewhat similar to that of Astartes, but there is no doubt that he is far stronger than us today."
Tigris even rarely used "I open my eyes". The eyes of the self do not belong to this world, but they cannot see through some of the glorious parts of his body." But he also said, "My recently manic mind is now extremely peaceful. I have been polluted in the battle in the highest heaven. and scars have been healed. It is incredible, extremely powerful, and extremely beautiful. I didn’t know that our father had such a spiritual influence. Perhaps this was one of the keys to our victory thousands of years ago.”
There is no test or test more than they can do, and if the Inquisition or their... helpers want to question the determination of an honorable chapter like the Ultramarines to defend the incarnation of the Gene Father, then it will have to... …
One of the greatest chapter masters in the history of the Ultramarines took a deep breath, and walked into his room with the report and his emotions of excitement, respect, admiration, and love.
The person sitting at the desk under the window turned sideways towards him. Macragge’s afternoon sunlight poured in from the west window, illuminating Julius’ blond hair that was slightly mixed with silver. , the slightly shining laurel crown on the blond hair and the sea-like blue eyes illuminated by the sun.
It looked like he had just been reading and writing something here, with a quill still stained with ink.
"You are here, Manius."
"Yes, my lord." Calga felt the skin on his throat tighten, and he tried to maintain his composure, "I I have some news to report to you." He nodded when he saw his father's avatar, and even made a little joke. "Then I hope there is only good news and no bad news, Manius, we need some good news so much now."
"The good news is...welcome...you come back ." The High Lord of Macragge knelt down on one knee, clenched his hand into a fist, placed it on the breastplate above his heart, and welcomed the return of his father's incarnation with the most solemn and sincere etiquette. His good eye was moist. "We...have been waiting for you for too long...for too long!"
The person opposite him gave him a broad smile to comfort him.
"...Yes. It's been a long time. It's really been a long time. Calga, I'm here to help you get through this, so don't worry, I'm here and I'll let...' Robert Guilliman' resumed his original posture, but now is not the time. But don't worry," Julius repeated, "I'm here."
Maneus Calgar. Standing up, it seemed that some invisible and heavy burden had been lifted off his body, "Why do you say that? Sir? Don't you care about the part you lost?"
"That's not the case, that's... ...A very important part." A smile appeared on the corner of Julius's mouth again, "But now, 'I' have more important things to do, focus on the present, Manius, didn't Tigris warn you? Something big happened?”
“He has indeed been having trouble sleeping and always getting some nightmare signs,” Calga shook his head, “but since you woke up, he said that his condition has changed. It's gotten much better. ——What's more important than your recovery? "
"Just call me Julius."
Blue eyes met Calga's warm blue-gray eyes. The latter shook his body and immediately reacted, "I'm sorry, Julius." My lord, I...may be a little too excited. This shouldn't be the case."
"This is a normal behavior," the man with the face of Robert Guilliman said warmly, "We should hurry up and get down to business. Come on, Calgar."
"What do you mean...?"
"First of all, compare Macragge's statistical reports with the recent import and export trade data..."< br>
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It wasn’t until the silver moon and dark night replaced the sunset and sunset that the High Lord of Macragge brought a head full of plans, revised statistics, paperwork and other work Leaving Julius' residence.
Macragge's second phase reconstruction plan, fleet redistribution, personnel arrangements...
His hurried back fell into the black eyes that had been looking at him by the window. .
"You are such an interesting guy..." Conrad Coates walked up to Julius who was working at his desk under the light with a quill in his hand, "You are so bold as an artist. , you are just an Astartes who has undergone transformation surgery, but you dare to use your psychic powers to fool them? Ha! Except for that overconfident Magnus. I haven’t seen such a bold and powerful wizard in many years..."
"Really? You think of him that way?"
"Isn't it? Magnus is really a..."
The original body of the Night Lord suddenly closed his mouth. The muscles on his face were twisted with a thin sneer, and his figure with disheveled black hair became strange like a slender ghost. A cold blue light lit up on his long sharp claws, and his black eyes shined menacingly and viciously. , and then seemed to completely disappear into the air.
The deadly claws stabbed Julius directly from behind the curtain in a blind spot of human vision, who seemed to be sitting there unaware.
"Technically speaking, though, you are my uncle."
Julius Robert Omar, the only living disciple of Uthelma Atla, also known as Magnus, whose platinum psychic energy held back the piercing claws like an amber blade , turned his head and said to him with a smile.
"But this kind of meeting gift is too warm and I really can't bear it, but you."
He glanced at the to-do list written on the document.
"Mr. Conder Cratchit, honorary citizen of Macragge, welcome to our midst. Come to...loyal Macragge."
Conrad Curze He snorted, retracted his claws, and then sneered.
(End of this chapter)