Chapter 511 A primarch begins racing through the universe
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Ultramar Sector
Capital of Macragge
McGonagall NaCheng
The atmosphere and pace of life in the Macragge system have finally returned to normal recently.
Restrictions and bans on all ports, routes and aircraft have been relaxed. Although the new sign "No reception during overhaul" is still hanging at the foot of the Hera Fortress, there are all kinds of weird things about the original body on the market. The rumors have gradually died down.
Everyone agreed that there might be some problem with the temple itself or the facilities inside. For the sake of caution, repairs were carried out - right? How many devout people are received here every year! Didn’t you see that even the stone steps leading up to the mountain are shiny and worn, and have even been replaced several times! If nothing else, the temple cannot receive pilgrims from all over the galaxy in a dishonorable and damaged manner, right? What a disgrace to the honor of Macragge and his proud citizens!
“It’s been so long. Even if the Suzheng Temple was designed by the great and correct God Zi Li Man himself, those paints, stones, and metals cannot all be his. Are they painted and carved by hand? Nine thousand years have passed. They still need to be dusted off, repainted, and retouched so that people from other places can see the prosperity and splendor of this place. Huang and our piety, isn’t this quite normal? Besides, major repairs always take a long time, and there will definitely be adjustments to routes and trades. It’s normal to tidy up the surroundings in advance.”
The words that seemed to be very reasonable and in line with the mentality of the residents of Macragge were exactly what the valets and housekeepers' wives who came to shop heard from the store "Shen's Kitchen" and believed them deeply. It was quickly whispered in countless kitchens and firesides using the gossip technique unique to the petty bourgeois and servant classes.
By the way, the trademark of this "Shen's Kitchen" is a red cat's paw holding a long-handled fork, and it is the famous fresh produce belonging to Mr. Kant Cratchit, an enthusiastic citizen, a righteous man and a good man. The main store that supplies chain stores, now they have also begun to use the name they created during the lockdown to serve a variety of freshly made oven-baked delicacies and unique and innovative drinks.
——Of course, most of the trade and pilgrimage routes that ended in Macragge or were transited have also been restored. Some people have even noticed that the operation of the entire Macragge galaxy is slightly The adjustment is more reasonable, smooth, and considerate of the people than before. This seems to really confirm the saying in the market.
This also makes most people quickly forget all the previous emotions and doubts: after all, as long as there is a house to live in, food to eat, money to make, gods to worship, trade procedures and logistics, etc. It’s more convenient than before, so who will care about things that have passed? No one thinks so except those who think there is something else to be gleaned from it.
Of course the Ultramarines themselves... have to think about who else would think so.
Soon, secret orders written by the incarnate saint himself were sealed and issued.
The Chapter's messengers were disguised and sent to various parts of the galaxy under various normal names. They flew out of the Macragge system under the eyes of many people. They were actually entrusted with only one task: to find every way to find every person in private. A chapter that claims the genetic bloodline of Guilliman's descendants, and personally delivers the secret message he carries to the opponent's chapter leader.
"Do you think they will all come?"
Tigris stood by the door and asked softly.
The quality of sleep of this chief think tank has been greatly improved recently, because the spiritual power of Lord Julius, the incarnation of the original body, has soothed the fluctuations of his soul sea, even the ones that have been shrouded above the Hera Fortress. The haze seems to have dispersed a lot, and think tanks can better meditate and peek into the future.
The lanky ghost that appeared in the Sovereign Temple never appeared again, and efforts to track it were all in vain, but what happened next occupied more of Tigris' attention, so this The matter is still on the to-do list. Tigris believes that it may be a powerful, unregistered Alpha-level psyker. He has sent people to notify the relevant agencies and must extract him from the crowd. , ensuring the safety of Macragge and the Primarch's incarnation.
Now he is wearing regular clothes, holding his staff, and his slightly pale skin makes him look calmer than the others. If Calgar is the sunshine shining on the Hera Mountains of the Ultramarines, then Tigris is Lake The silver moon on the tip of the blue waves of Mu Bay.
The person in question turned around. He has sky-blue eyes and short, soft blond hair mixed with silver. The platinum leaf laurel with obsidian veins sparkled in his hair, swaying like a fresh laurel leaf. His strong and tall body was covered with white and blue toga, and his descendants were full of respect. Gold ornaments selected and offered adorned his belt and cloak.
At this moment, they were standing in the room that originally belonged to Manius Calga and was now decorated as Julius' residence.
The layout here is still as simple as the previous occupants, it can even be said to be simpler, but it reveals an elegance that combines pragmatism and decorative art.
Although few of the tapestries and other furnishings loved by the Ultramarines were placed, carpets and a set of original incarnations were unexpectedly placed. Drawings were drawn for the craftsmen to make them, and they looked very large. As for the comfortable leather seat, the original incarnation called it a "sofa", and there was a coffee table in front of it. On the coffee table there were Reca coffee or other drinks, as well as some snacks.
Tigris and Calca were fortunate enough to be invited by Lord Julius to use this set of seats. Their impression was that it was so comfortable that if the original incarnation hadn't invited them to sit down, they would have thought it was a conspiracy from some evil god. "Its design has a strange feeling of corroding the will, making me want to go back to the war-torn battlefield to cleanse my heart." Calgar described it to him privately. In the end, they mostly chose ordinary chairs or standing to talk.
In addition, commonly used ritual candles and meditation incense are properly stored behind the alcove door panels, and the data pads to be processed are in desk drawers or hidden among parchment rolls and books. Covers, communications systems, weapons arsenals and more are similarly hidden in the shadows of surrounding niches, leaving little to indicate that this classical and exotic room is actually at the end of the 41st millennium. The capital of a place that can command space fleets and exterminate planets.
Of all Calgar's personal belongings, only one thing was named and retained by Lord Julius.
It was a portrait of the Emperor, but the subject matter is extremely rare today. On the screen, the Emperor is showing an extremely sad expression and a fragile posture because of the betrayal of his most beloved son, his most beloved heir, Horus, the son of the First Return, and the Imperial Warmaster. This is too close to a mortal. The themes of emotion and action and the characters boldly depicted in them would never appear on the public market today.
Now, Julius is standing in front of this painting and studying the contents of this painting.
After hearing Tigris' question, he did not look back, but still answered the chief think tank's question.
“They will come.”
“Are you so sure?” Think Tank frowned slightly, his face showing a little worry. "I haven't been able to get a more certain omen about this..."
"It will come." Julius' tone left no doubt, "As long as they can open the letter and take a look, they will definitely press Come at my request."
"You know what I am worried about is more than that. My lord, we did not announce your return immediately. This is indeed easy to fall into the mouths of many people. Become a breakthrough in their eyes to take a bite out of Macragge and our warband... And now if those letters or messengers fall into the hands of people with ulterior motives or our enemies..."
"Are you worried about the loyalty of your brothers or their determination and force? Tigris?"
"No, my lord. I am not worried about any of this. My strength...is at its worst. Under such circumstances, I will protect your safety even if I have to fight with my former colleagues. I am worried about the cruelty, evil and unscrupulousness of our enemies, and the inevitable loss of our blood relatives. "
"Someone wants to take this opportunity to get another glass of bloody wine from our legion, right... Haha, let them do it." The face looks exactly like Robert Guilliman, and the body shape The Saint, who was only slightly taller than the Astartes, finally stopped looking at the sad Emperor in the painting and turned towards the Chief Thinker. "As for absence... no, as long as they carry the letter, there will be no problem. - Until they arrive at Macragge." That incomparable, inhuman, and shocking surging light and heat once again enveloped Tigris for a moment in psychic senses and vision.
This light was so bright that even the chief think tank’s eyelids could not block it. Two lines of physiological tears slowly flowed from Tigris’s eyes - if he were not so powerful As a psyker, those ordinary senses would not stimulate him so much.
Like the rising sun.
He bowed his head deeply to the incarnation of the original body, out of cautious love, panic of loss and recovery, and all due respect for such a powerful force.
"Don't worry. Varro Tigris."
The warmth was taken back into the body of the saint's incarnation, and he actually felt empty for a moment.
A linen handkerchief was handed to him, and he subconsciously took it and wiped away the tears that had just flowed.
"Leave the past to the past and the future to the future. Letthepastbepast.Whatwillbewillbe."
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The nameless deep space on the edge of the maelstrom
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Indomitus Starfort
Command Center
"Sir." Just as Grendel was full of admiration (?) and Vanus looked at the Thirteenth Primarch in amazement and asked Grendel how to maintain the operation of the star fort's flight and weapon systems, He began to try and apparently got used to these devices at an extraordinary speed...the equipment that had changed little but changed a lot in thousands of years, Hongsuo didn't know when he was standing next to him.
"What is it?" Guilliman was obviously very interested in using his powerful computing power to pilot this huge mechanical creation. At first, he carefully maintained the Indomitable's cruising speed, but now They were already racing wildly in the empty universe at a "whooshing" speed in a huge star fortress driven by the original body.
"There are some questions I still want to ask..."
"Tell me."
"Why don't you just go back to Macragge and bring your warband... Even if the situation is so complicated now, you are also their genetic father. There is absolutely no way this matter can be faked. It is not difficult for you to take over the Ultramarines immediately. Or if you want to help my father, you can lead the Ultramarines in the big battle. It is an excellent strategy to use the outside of the vortex as a response or to make some moves to attract Huron's attention."
"That's true. My calculations have provided me with about 440 related strategies... Of course, that doesn't count the success rate. However, more than half of them do suggest turning around Macragge and trying to figure it out."
"Then the success rate of our current 'surprise attack' is very high?" The potion master pointedly pointed out, "I still say the same thing, if you can use some magical powers or something like If you have psychic skills like some of your brothers, then your decision is understandable and appropriate. However, your advantage lies in coordinating the army, material deployment, production and transportation, etc., which are very important but do not focus on personal bravery. You alone What else can you do except expose yourself and give us a big gift to the Pirate King?"
Robert Guilliman smiled.
"Then you underestimate me too much, son of Perturabo." He said, "I am not inexperienced in fighting wars alone..."
"Besides, ." He pointed to the device on his belt. Judging from its appearance and color, this device seemed to be a part of a potion master's power armor. "You can't say it's exposed. You've come up with this advanced camouflage - I'm sure it's a bit like the ones my father's guards liked to use, but it's more advanced and smaller than that. Our size has always been It's our advantage, it's also our... a characteristic that is too conspicuous. Apparently, my brother Perturabo realized this and he made this thing."
A smile appeared on Guilliman's face.
"He must have used it on himself too? And very often, right?"
Hong Suo showed an expression that was suddenly choked.
"Yes, yes... you are right, sir." In the end, the master of pharmacy could only say this. At the same time, looking desperately at the star map as they get closer and closer to the Maelstrom - how to explain to the Primarch those other...
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In the webway not far from a dreamlike point in time.
Makado Shiran took back his staff and dusted off his civil servant robe - this robe is not so iconic now because it is no longer light green and not as plain. : The symbols of the Carosini dynasty and some of the gold rims and embroidered jewelry that should be worn by envoys are placed on it, making him look more like the steward of a wealthy dynasty heir.
But Eldrad Uslan didn’t think so.
The great prophet of the Ulthwe Arkworld, known as the most visionary and possibly the most powerful prophet among the Eldar, is watching this with a fearful but eager gaze. An old man who stands out among many "monkeys".
(End of this chapter)