Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 254 245. Blue and Red and Blue
Outside the castle, the guard of honor still played the hymn, and the red and blue oceans flowed slowly.

Magnus was delighted.

Both teaching and seeking knowledge are virtues, and the former draws on itself to lead the latter to pursue hope.

The sun has always existed and burned blazingly. As a person who has witnessed the light, Magnus has vowed countless times to bring mankind out of the cave of ignorance.

Mankind deserves to live under the sun, not in the long, dark old world.

But a wise man is always alone, and even brothers, few can truly understand Magnus' ardor.

The superstitious savage, the hard-nosed arrogant, the dull ignorant.
Perhaps the latter can be saved, after all, not everyone is born with the keen eyesight to gaze and understand the magical subspace.

So Magnus answered Guilliman's questions with kindness, understanding and patience.

The two Primarchs were making their way slowly through the honor guard of the crowd, surrounded by their broods, the weather was fine and the sun glistened on their fine armor.

Generally speaking, the Scarlet Lord Magnus does not have too many negotiations with Robert Guilliman.

Except for the wise Khan, or the all-knowing Perturabo, Magnus has always kept a distance from his brothers. They don't understand the world Magnus sees, and they lack some spiritual powers. of flash.

Yes, Magnus is a unique existence. Among his brothers, he is the only one who holds the power of psionic power. His father once promised his uniqueness, he is unique.

Perhaps the angel Sanguinius also knows a thing or two about the use of psionic powers, but that is only a superficial detection. Sanguinius lacks the necessary curiosity, and the lack of motivation makes it difficult for him to go deep into it.
At any time, a burning heart of seeking knowledge is obviously necessary and necessary.

Magnus will not deny the humble and measured seeker, the acquisition of knowledge, which is their right.

Magnus wouldn't say no to—

Even Guilliman, who had absolutely no spark of psychic power.

Psionic understanding requires passion, imagination, and intellectual affluence, but Robert Guilliman is completely the opposite of these qualities.

The father of the Ultramarines, the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds, Guilliman lacks certain necessary emotional qualities. He is a politician, a man who fights with tables, and such a person is naturally not suitable for the warp.

Even if Guilliman was his brother, Magnus could only sigh helplessly, they were destined to be strangers.

But on the way to the banquet, Guilliman stopped Magnus with his politician's smile. Just when Magnus thought that Guilliman was going to say some nonsense, Guilliman turned to him Inquired about psionic matters.

Forewarning, Magnus does not agree with Guilliman's daily style. Guilliman is an ambitious guy. While other legions are bleeding for the empire, he puts himself and the power of the legion into five hundred worlds It's an arrogance that's hard to ignore.

He was naturally reluctant to talk to politicians, even the Lord of Macragge had read a lot, but Magnus did not believe that a man who used his abacus to fight a war could read much passion from the book.

But Guilliman asked him about psychic powers, and his well-timed question was like a snake spitting out its core at Magnus, hissing, making the Scarlet Lord itch.

"My brother, Magnus, you are the one who knows the subspace best among us. I wonder if you are interested in answering some of my puzzles?"

Sometimes the desire to teach is harder to bear than the desire to learn.

It sounds like his brother wants to make some reforms to the think tank of the Ultramarines, but the Lord of Macragge doesn't know anything about the warp, he needs knowledge, he needs a teacher who can solve doubts—

And who knows more about psionics and the Warp than the Scarlet Lord Magnus?

Unless it was their father, he would have found no better man than Magnus.

Magnus patiently answered Guilliman's questions, some of which may be too naive, but as a person who is not even a beginner, these questions are profound enough.

It was the right decision to attend this banquet. After walking through the long guard of honor, they could sit in the spacious hall and continue talking. Even if Guilliman has no talent, Magnus is willing to show him the beauty of psychic power .

Seeing that the two Primarchs had a happy conversation, Ahriman, who was beside Magnus, breathed a sigh of relief without a trace, and even he didn't know why he did it.

In fact, before the banquet departed, his guardian elves seemed a little anxious, Peok's shiny wings dimmed, and Hasselmat shrank himself to a corner of the cabin, trembling.

Under the leadership of the Scarlet Lord Magnus, the Thousand Sons who are familiar with psychic powers can have their own guardian spirits. These small creatures composed entirely of psychic powers, Ahriman once thought they were angels.

His little angels, when Ahriman needed them, would appear, like fish schools in the sky, emitting sparkling light, like eagles carved out by a few little suns.

Later, in discussions among scholars, the word [angel], which had a special religious meaning, was removed, and only ignorant people would use words like [angel] or [demon].

Even if they are not angels, they are beautiful enough.

But now his guardian spirit was getting anxious, Ahriman knew what it meant, a bad luck, a failure, what was his guardian spirit trying to remind him of?
In any case, he will be cautious about what happens next at the banquet.

Ahriman was clearly more worried than his father.

Something was going to happen, and he didn't know it.

The servant bowed, the door slowly opened, and the two Primarchs stepped through the door. At this point, all the guests for this banquet have arrived.

Hades skillfully put down his fork and stood up to salute, but when he saw the comer, the corner of his right eye twitched.

First in came Robert Guilliman, Lord of Macragge and father of the Ultramarines of the No. 13th Legion.

The luxurious royal blue satin gleamed against the firelight, and the short golden hair was crowned with emerald green olive leaf laurel. Guilliman was smiling, a smile that could not pick out any flaws, he was like a wise man from ancient times The monarch, or the ideal who doesn't exist on campaign posters.

But most of all, he seems like a perfectly normal guy.

One, normal people.

Hades would never admit that he briefly cursed inwardly for why he hadn't landed in Macragge.

Then Robert Guilliman turned back with a smile, and the person behind him was—

Magnus!

Hades froze for a few seconds. During these few seconds, he seemed to have seen thousands of tragic fates.

He realized slowly and desperately that today's banquet seemed to be a mistake.

Hades' eyes shifted as the still ignorant angel pulled Mortarion up to welcome his two brothers.

The only good news, it seemed, was that if they fought, the Angels would be able to keep everyone in check by force.

　Yes, code.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)