Chapter 519 The Morning of a Chaos Space Marine Champion-
Robert Guilliman opened his eyes in his own chamber.
He is alive and still here.
Suspended in the vortex of the Warp, thousands of light-years from his homeworld of Macragge.
He was silent for a short moment, listening.
Although he had heard the whispers and temptations of the warp to them from many words here, when he listened intently now, there was nothing but the sound of waves lapping at the shore on the Stormy Ocean.
Oh, that's not the case. There was also a firm voice that came regularly from deep in his chest.
His heart beat vigorously, but this bizarre subspace dream was the same as what he had experienced before, giving him an extremely real physical feeling.
The air purification system, detecting his awakening, turned on automatically and sucked out the warmer air, beginning to hiss into the room in a breeze that remained at around twenty degrees, although Honso did his best to his own exacting standards. Despite my best efforts, the subtle purified odor inside was still not completely eliminated.
Only after he actually tried to repair the air purification system here with Honso and the others, did Guilliman deeply realize how terrifying it was behind the seemingly insignificant matter of maintaining fresh air for the entire ship on his fourth brother's Iron Blood. meaning.
Of course, the air here is definitely much more comfortable than in the New Thorn Palace, Etasia's fleet or Salomba's ship. The former used a lot of candles and incense to cover up the blood, corpses and murders. With the smell of conspiracy, and the latter two - the Primarch of the Ultramarines expelled from his mind the smell of memories and the images they evoked.
If Hong Suo hadn't repeatedly begged and been vaccinated several times in advance, he would have picked up an ax and found an opportunity to chop these... these...
The sound of some kind of metal mechanical structure flapping its wings interrupted his thoughts.
He frowned and turned around, and sure enough, he saw a product that could very well demonstrate the sad and ignorant state to which the empire or the entire galaxy has fallen, flying towards him with today's schedule.
Cherubim.
Although intellectually, Guilliman knew that their infantile bodies came from cell culture vats of the Adeptus Mechanicus or similar laboratories.
For example, this one was specially found by Honso to find a damaged Cherubim, which was re-cultivated and repaired by Guilliman in his own laboratory. And he also knew that this special machine was transformed into a baby. Each servant is unique and of extraordinary value. Depending on the sophistication of the maker's craftsmanship, some can even have a part of their own emotions. Whether in the empire or elsewhere, an exquisite cherubim assistant is regarded as a status. Symbols, and depending on the direction of reinforcement, they also have different practical values.
But he couldn't help but think with disgust of the contents mentioned in the historical documents that Honso wrote to him during his busy schedule.
For example, these creatures were deathly pale, with body temperatures barely hotter than ice cubes, with antiseptic liquid flowing in their veins, reinforced with chrome and brass, with cables and anti-gravity engines and speakers and other things sewn into the tenderness of babies who had never lived. The birth of small servitors in skins.
Their now recorded birth date is approximately two thousand years after the Horus Heresy, and when one considers that they were actually first produced and launched by the Ecclesiarchy and the Adeptus Mechanicus during the celebrations of the Emperor's Ascension Days , aiming to "deliberately 'close' their images to the child angels beside gods in ancient human legends, in order to make them appear more pure in the eyes of the emperor" and "enhance the sanctity of their users" and other words, The original body's eyes couldn't help but become cold.
Everywhere is the praise of death and suffering, and everywhere is the admiration of sacrifice. The morbid fanaticism is like the cold wind blowing through the ribs of the huge carrion of the empire, passing through the empty eye sockets of the skulls of the angels and servos, and the eyes of Mars. Crazy flesh and blood mechanical technology has extended to every part of the human empire. In the eyes of these mechanical religious lunatics or geniuses, human beings themselves have been quantified into a kind of material, a religious tool, a kind of thing that seems solemn and solemn but is actually so sick that it is completely useless. necessary degree of materialization.
As if sensing his disgust, the brass wings of the cherubim flapped aggrievedly twice - yes, he was so disgusted but he still agreed to appoint this cherubim as his identity symbol, liaison officer and secretary attendant. It was because Honso told him that he had integrated one of Guilliman's unfortunate descendants of the fifth company, all of whom were sleeping in the life-support module, into the body of the repaired angel servitor in the Indomitable. , part of Technical Sergeant Hestian's brainwaves are linked to it.
"This is also to balance the extensive refurbishment requirements that the Indomitable now needs with the safety of my cousins. After all, this is the Maelstrom, who knows what will happen if they sleep there and we can't always see what will happen, so I reawakened Part of Hestian's spirit, which is most closely related to machines, is linked to this blank body as the mobile interactive interface here, and he is very happy to serve you."
This is also true. Although they can command Honso's original warband warriors to help to a limited extent, there are a little more secrets in the Indomitable, and Honso's evaluation of Huron is a little bit high, so There are still many places that the three of them still need to keep an eye on. In addition to the food and coffee that Vanus always brings with his own hands, such as wearing armor or cleaning power armor and weapons, making appointments for maintenance, etc. The daily news, schedule reports, work progress and other trivial secretarial tasks were all left to the partially awakened Hestian as a matter of course.
In the final analysis, Cherubim are still advanced servitors with the appearance of a baby. Their small mechanical bodies have hydraulic and power devices that do not match their appearance, so there is no big difficulty in dealing with daily life. On one side of the room In the large niche, Hongsuo also installed a mechanical automatic system to help penetrate armor at his request...
Guilliman looked around the room again.
At first, Grendel and the others, who were in charge of decorating the original body's private room, wanted to decorate for him a splendid shrine-style bedroom full of dark Gothic and death-worshiping styles according to today's aesthetic taste. To be honest, in the eyes of outsiders, , whether this style is used as the bedroom of a high-ranking noble of the empire, the archbishop of the state church, or a high-ranking dark apostle of the Word Bearers, it will be very consistent with their status. However, it was obvious that the original body from nine thousand years ago did not appreciate this very much. On the contrary, Honso believed that the bedroom of the Lord of Macragge was a private room. "We are the only ones who know His Highness's identity here. Who can we show it to?" ?"; In this case, it should be decorated according to the original body's own preferences, but if you want to blatantly fly the Imperial Eagle flag, forget it.
In the end, this place became what it is today: a simple room with no additional decorations except a large bed, desk, chair and a few Ultramarine-style war tapestries and carpets that were originally on the Indomitable, decorated with elegant and simple lines. There are niches hidden behind the door panels, where weapon racks and other equipment are stored, giving the room, which is painted a soft creamy yellow, a hint of the atmosphere of his childhood home on Macragge.
I wonder what became of his former residence on Macragge? Guilliman still remembered that room in the Fortress of Hera, where he grew, learned, laughed and cried, and almost died there. What was it like now? I heard that it is very popular in the empire to preserve relics and objects considered sacred... Maybe his memories are still there...
The Primarch's extraordinary powers of deduction brought another related possibility to him.
Although he never told anyone, including Honso, Robert Guilliman actually speculated on some other possibilities after being awakened from this warp dream, including his role in Macragge's Hercules. The possibility of being awakened as the only Primarch in the Fortress of Ra, surrounded by his descendants, recognized by the empire, and prayed by believers.
But the data collected later added to this calculation the shackles of despair that were so heavy that he could hardly breathe. Guilliman soon realized that if this was the case, he would be wrapped up in such a heavy and ardent hope. All the superstitions, hopes, lives and futures of hundreds of millions of people, including Macragge, Ultramar and even the entire empire would be on his shoulders, and he was even more chilling to discover that despite this, he would still...be like a Like a horse desperately trying to pull a huge ship that is about to crash, he wants to save as much as possible from the corpse of the cruel and decaying empire and even keep more humans alive. Just for this, he needs to give up. It may be much more and more important than it is now, and he will have to become some of the people he once criticized...
Even though the original body thought that he was not really afraid of this kind of pressure, the loneliness, despair and pain that his powerful deduction ability calculated for him almost made him suffocate. At certain moments, he realized that When it came to the situation of the performance, he even thought with some luck, fortunately, I woke up here, I was in the dream of my soul, and my brother was still alive and fighting.
At the moment when he was distracted, his body had already habitually walked up to the console and started to put on the armor. This huge power armor that fits his actual size was hastily built for him by Honso and Grendel. The materials and reactor components were all taken from the damaged armor of the Fifth Company and Dreadnought. They did not dare to risk using the real Chaos Ah. Any armor material from Stat.
To be honest, his two nephews, although one has the name of a blacksmith (Smith), now seem to be better at apothecary and palace warfare. After all, Guilliman once understood and studied the Iron Warriors ten thousand very carefully. Some of the advantages of years ago are that apart from a few tasks unique to the Fourth Legion, the functions of the war blacksmith are actually similar to those of the legion consuls of other legions. In this regard, Honsou has a bit of retro talent, and just His mouth can also serve as the original's personal pharmacist, which shows that his fourth brother's temperament has indeed improved a lot after the incident.
Although Grendel is a good accountant, he is obviously more focused on the way of war. They can only be said to have a little knowledge of precision craftsmanship such as building original-size power armor. Fortunately, they still have it here. Hestian - even though without his own body, the technical sergeants can only do drawings, verbal instructions and fine welding, but it is better than them making mindless modifications, so in the end Guilliman obtained this piece The gun-silver power armor is barely passable - although he has been wearing the original-level phantom camouflage to disguise himself, the function of the disguise is to disguise and distort what is already there, rather than to combine the power armor, internal circulation device, respirator, Things like loudspeaker arrays were conjured out of thin air.
The blue paint coating was carefully removed during production, and the shoulder armor was also painted with yellow and black stripes. Honsou also ingeniously created some additional decorations on the power armor during production to make the armor look more like It looks a little like the style his brother likes to wear. Guilliman's argument is that this can be used as a second layer of insurance - who knows if the camouflage will suddenly fail, but it doesn't hurt. Anyway, the camouflage is always on. He has always been a chaotic image wearing red armor, with spell scrolls wrapped around his limbs and waist, and a devil's horn on his head.
Hestian, who had no idea that he had just been thought about by the Father of Genes, pressed the button of the device with his now small fingers, then flew up and began to perform his own work, silently reciting the binary hymn around the original body. While checking the maintenance status of each part of the power armor.
"The overhaul is completed, praise the God of All Machines! Praise the Power Armor of the Father of Genes! The Machine Soul is joyful! The Machine Soul bless your armor and weapons!"
Fortunately, Hestian was his heir, so after he repeatedly expressed his dissatisfaction tactfully but forcefully, the technical sergeant canceled most of the comforting ceremony with some uneasiness, except for this prayer. Guilliman really didn't want to recall the first time he saw the long hymns and incense-anointing rituals that the other party sang when inspecting the power armor. He couldn't believe his eyes and ears. At the same time, he also commented on certain departments in the empire. Downgraded again.
If it weren't for Honso and the others who were always by his side, and the Iron Warriors' Potion Master would occasionally pull out some objects that matched his previous knowledge with a pained look on his face, Guilliman would sometimes really think that he was either sleeping for a long time. It has been too long and I have lost my mind. Now I am suffering from the hell of religious ignorance I imagined in my own mind, or I have actually died from Fulgrim's poisonous blade. The time that seems to be passing now is different from So many things that happened were just the elongated eternal darkness that he glimpsed in the last moment before his death.
He stepped out of the mechanical platform in one step. The work platform with several mechanical servo arms made a clicking sound. The eyes of the skull embedded on it changed from red to green, and then went out. The platform was withdrawn into the large alcove along the track. , this room regained its calmness.
"Your schedule for today, sir." Hestian pulled out a long roll of parchment from the scroll box behind his back. "Lord Vannas said that today's breakfast will be ready in six minutes, and he will personally Delivered to the bedroom.”
"Very good. Is there anything special I need to pay attention to in today's schedule?"
"Yes, the fleet assembly is completed. We are about to set off to attack the predetermined target. Before departure, Mr. Hongsuo sent a message saying that he was going to perform the third stage of surgery for the Black Heart King. He hoped that you would prepare the operating room... ”
"...During the four hours you rested last night, I recorded eight duel invitations for you in the Indomitable's communication..."
"...Lord Aitasia...distributed the renovation and banquet of the station..."
"...Ms. Salomba...a thrilling harvest racing invitation..."
(End of chapter)