Chapter 510: Shooting myself in the foot
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Hearing this sentence, I woke up in the "space-time dream fragment" and always felt energetic and surprisingly relaxed. For the first time, the Warrior Lord finally felt a feeling of helplessness and even a desire to laugh swept over him.
They are all "heretics" now because they do not believe that his father is God!
Only those who believe that the Emperor is a god are righteous.
He, Robert Guilliman, has now not only become a "heretical rebel" like his brothers, but he also has so many descendants who are waiting for him to correct the chaos one by one and pull him out of the quagmire that he is involuntarily trapped in...
And enemies other than humans will never forgive you for this.
The war has not stopped as they expected ten thousand years ago. The war will never stop and will only escalate.
In addition to the Orcs, Eldar, Chaos Daemons and various evil forces within the Empire who are trying to empty it or master it, they also have enemies such as Necron, Tyranids and Tau... What the hell is this! Where did it come out of thin air! Is this Milky Way so delicious? ! ——What is sweet pastry? strangeness. The Primarch blinked, the substance in his blood immediately making sense of its meaning. It's quite suitable to use here.
For ten thousand years, the greatest attack on the human kingdom they were trying to establish came not from their enemies, but also from the civil war between them. This is really a sad and cruel irony.
In Honso's words, it was mentioned that the Adeptus Astartes now actually has enemies both inside and outside the Empire, and its descendants sometimes even become the weakness of some Primarchs when they are kidnapped.
We and our descendants were...created to help mankind live a better life in this galaxy, but now, according to the descendants of Perturabo, "the situation will only be worse than Hess What Brother Tian knew was "a hundred times worse." Judging from what he saw, human beings... were not better off.
There are even many people who live...
Although he didn't want to believe it, Honso came up with a secret that was said to be from Perturabo, his silent but actually doing things. The medical data collected for him by his very solid brother, "These are just a drop in the ocean," he said, looking at Guilliman's increasingly gloomy appearance. "The Abyss Expedition was only one of the larger ones and... our cousins returned as witnesses and... A successful revenge for himself and others."
The Lord of the Ultramarines did not ignore the skill hidden in the Potion Master's words.
One of them was successful.
Too many sacrifices.
Too many unnecessary sacrifices.
The gap between the Astartes and mortal humans was growing unknowingly, and the Primarchs and their father were no longer considered human.
How could things become like this now? A faint bitterness filled his mouth.
——Perhaps the shining glory of countless elites during the Great Crusade was just a flash in the pan. When everyone thought it was just the starting point of the journey to a glorious era, little did they know that it was actually the peak of flowers blooming and fire cooking oil.
Thinking of this, Robert Guilliman finally sighed, and for the first time after waking up, his face showed a deep sense of powerless exhaustion, "Hell, thank you. Reminder, Hong Suo. I think we are similar to the Broken Legion in the past. I am not unfamiliar with this situation, and you don’t need to be restrained. So where is your mission originally going? "
Pharmacion Master? There seemed to be a moment of hesitation, even though it was short, but it was still captured by the Thirteenth Gene Primarch, and he remained calm.
"We...we originally planned to go to the Maelstrom, my lord." The Potion Master replied, "But if you want to see my father, your brother, the Lord of Steel first, we can also I’ll find a way to send you there first.”
Guilliman’s blue eyes stared at the Potion Master’s blue eyes.
Baby blue and steel's light blue eyes met for a moment.
"Although this was a dream," Guilliman said slowly, "I still don't like your behavior, Apothecary. Lying to me."
Behind the Raven Guard With a chill, he hesitated on the verge of pressing the lightning claw switch; Grendel looked embarrassed, but secretly reached for his beloved melta pistol.
"There is no need for this - and, you said you saved my descendants, but really as you said, are you going to save them back to your safe territory, or are you going to use them as your To help your mission be carried out smoothly?"
Three gasping voices sounded in the room at the same time.
Guilliman's face was stern, but there was a hint of helplessness in his eyes that was not easily noticeable.
“So if I hadn’t fallen here and been awakened by you, you originally planned to rescue these unfortunate descendants of mine, and then use them as your trophies along with this Ramirez-class star fort. Or it’s proven ability, right?”
Hong Suo couldn’t help but raised his hand extremely rudely, subconsciously wiping away the sweat beads on his forehead, the subtle tension, regret, and emotion emanating from his sweat. The smell of relief made the Thirteenth Primarch more certain of his guess.
"Yes." The descendant of Perturabo finally admitted, showing a look of ruthlessness that he had never seen before in front of the Primarch. That was only the most decisive and ruthless commander. An expression that only appears on a warrior's face.
Guilliman was even a little curious about what this master pharmacist did before. Perhaps he became a pharmacist out of desperation? Or maybe because being a pharmacist is more beneficial to the tasks he performs?
The next exchange confirmed his suspicion.
Honso told him that the three of them brought them with them just to win the trust of a traitor Space Marine named Luft Huron, the master of the Red Pirates warband currently occupying the Maelstrom. The temporary fleet he won from other places set off to the empire's territory to steal this experimental star fort and the members of the fifth company in it, and in the end, in order to ensure the... safety and purity of the fifth company's meditator array. (Guilliman gave him a deep look), and chose to pilot it back to the Maelstrom alone.
Their bold plan succeeded almost perfectly, and just as they jumped out of the warp, Guilliman appeared here, dying in front of them, with his neck dripping with blood and scorched with poison. His veins, into which the Primarch was breathing his last breath.
If Honso and Vannas were members of the Empire or Chaos, they might choose to put him into a stasis position and continue to freeze, or they might just watch him die like this, okay? Take samples from his corpse and do something even more treacherous - here, Guilliman was shocked again by the hints in Honso's words. He realized that the Potion Master knew similar examples, and perhaps this kind of reversal of order was the right thing to do. It is a characteristic of the era that is coming to an end - "So. To sum up." They are now sitting in the central cathedral that was originally used as a command center. The small cup is like a toy in the broad palm of the original body, Wanna Si found some clean cups, Reka coffee foam and hot water from somewhere, and poured a cup for everyone. Guilliman didn't say it clearly, but he was still very grateful for it.
"You were originally going to perform an undercover mission in the Maelstrom, because the ruler there, the Pirate King Luft Huron, is in very poor health and has a strong need for outstanding pharmacists, so the identity you chose for yourself is that of a traitor. A skilled warrior and a skilled pharmacist, the easiest way to win his trust in a short period of time and make your name in the maelstrom is to steal this experimental star fortress that my descendants are linked to. The first is to tell Huron that they can be used as materials to repair Luft Huron's body, and that you have the wisdom to capture a star fort; but in fact, the deeper purpose is to obtain a legitimate and relatively independent stable base there. With more say, see if you can use the Red Pirates' base as a cover to secretly establish your transit information station and support base?"
"That's a lot, but you summarized it well. That's right." Honso nodded. Vannas and Grendel were silent at this time, silently drinking the Reca coffee in their hands, trying to reduce their presence here - because the original body did not order it. When they go out, they can only stay here, listening in despair to their companion blowing this lie bigger and more outrageous out of thin air!
God damn Hong Suo! May the gods curse his tongue! Once the Thirteenth Primarch found out that they were actually lying to him... Grendel could still do something to pretend to be calm, such as walking to the command platform to deal with the operation of the star fort. Vanus had no choice but to stand up and admire the window. The scenery of the asteroid belt and patrolled back and forth indoors.
“But.” The Potion Master added respectfully and reverently, “Since you are here, our mission plan will be readjusted. Naturally, we still have to give priority to your safety and find a way to deliver it first. You go and find..."
"No," said Guilliman.
The air suddenly froze. ——Hong Suogang's light blue eyes were blinking and secretly evaluating himself. Guilliman suddenly realized that, unlike the other two warriors (especially Grendel) who were still reserved in front of the primarch, Perturabo's descendant lacked the kind of respect for the primarch itself that others should have. Awe, he's very bold - so bold... almost a little like Hill.
He laughed, "There is no need to change your mission plan specifically for me. Honso, because I want to go to the Maelstrom with you."
This time, Guilliman finally came from here. A crack was found on the face of the warrior who had been keeping his emotions behind his mask.
Hong Suo's Adam's apple rolled up and down several times, and the Iron Warrior subconsciously swallowed before finding his words of advice.
"But! Your Highness (he even changed his name in a panic, Guilliman thought with some mischievousness, it seems that it really scared him)! You can't come with us, it's too dangerous! ”
"What's the danger? What's the danger?" the Lord of Ultramar asked curiously, "Since you have served my brother, it is impossible not to know what kind of power a primarch means to the Astartes or others. Wouldn't it be nice to have my help?"
"It would be great to have the help of the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar and the Thirteenth Legion, but you don't even have a short sword now. No, the weapons are still those of ordinary soldiers. How can you help us? "
Although these words are quite unpleasant and even secretly accuse the original body, if he is tricked by the Emperor's son, Some people heard it, and Hong Suo would definitely not be able to see the sun for the next second, but he could see his own back.
However, this is Robert Guilliman's court, so Honso still has his facial features and limbs intact, and has the honor to listen to the primarch's patient answers.
"First of all..." The Thirteenth Primarch's eyes full of wisdom and insight swept over Hongso's power armor. Those were inconspicuous, but more perfect than the power armor he was familiar with. The detailed changes, the power sources and equipment that have a more dangerous feel than the new style of power armor he saw on Perturabo's current ship, the Iron-Blooded,... and the ability of a single person to save a person who was completely injured at that time... A Primarch that even the Chapter's apothecaries were powerless to do...
Obviously.
"Since you are the one who has been entrusted with important tasks by my fourth brother and is assured that you will use such a small number of people to do such an important thing, either you are very powerful to begin with..." Kiri Man paused, "But I don't feel the strength in your movements. Your single combat effectiveness without armor is not as good as the other two, especially him."
Vanus was a little flattered by the original body pointed with his finger.
"But my brother, he is not someone like Angron or Curze who cannot think well. On the contrary, he always hopes that things will be as foolproof as possible." Guilliman stared at Honso. , "So, you must be bringing some technological items that are powerful enough to allow us to enter the pirate king's palace smoothly... right?"
Before the potion master who did not deny his answer, Ji Liman smiled again.
"Moreover, didn't you tell me that although this is a scene in a time and space node, it also overlaps with a part of your and my dreams? If it is in a dream...if I want you to have such a thing, I don't know if it is What, will it appear?”
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I (expletive) got a (expletive) (expletive).
I thought that the great Iron Lord, the benevolent father's blessing had always been on me.
Honso's heart was roaring crazily. It was logical to find the Iron-Blooded Ship and the Forge World of Bellakahn, which he didn't know exactly where he was, but he must be very far away from here. Traveling is a way to avoid time confusion, and at the same time, it can temporarily stabilize the venerable god to prevent him from becoming too suspicious. As long as they can find a way to delay until the split time that he knows, they can contact the Iron Blood. When it collapsed that day, there was a tall man holding it——
The Lord of Iron... Although... the fighting power of the benevolent father... there are still so many iron rings and the master Utherma Atla! After earning him boarding, it was not easy to deal with a primarch without suitable weapons, armor and troops!
Results! result! What's going on! Don't Robert Guilliman's records and legends say that he has always been as calm and rational as a god, not swayed by emotions, and abides by order and rules? Who is this cheerful and adventurous person? ! False rumors kill people! ! ! !
... (Eye of Terror swears) Fortunately, I do have a copy of the parts my father installed on my power armor that can barely solve this death problem.
Just. He glanced at a certain part of his power armor with distress. He originally felt that the equipment he carried was not enough, but now he was using less of it!
Alas! This is really shooting yourself in the foot! !
(End of this chapter)