Proof of the Sun King

"It seems that the danger in this world is very high. Since it came, I feel as if a hundred things as heavy as me are pressing on me, which is a bit unaccustomed." Salamander in dark green power armor The Primarch Vulkan said: "It's uncomfortable. I feel that my whole body is **** with cloth strips. What kind of world is this? Our strength has been severely affected."

"This is a world under the great guardianship of the ancient saints and the maelstrom of elves, and everyone is the same." Angron watched the bloodthirsty demon completely banished by him and gradually turned into fly ashes, explaining: "This The world is the last sanctuary of the ancient saints. They let their servants Slan Mochan create a great guardian. After that, the elves created a maelstrom to protect the world. These two magic circles drained the magic wind of the world. Chaos demons have a hard time entering the mortal world, but mortal power is also severely nudged."

"Weakening myself, weakening the enemy? I've encountered this situation more than once." Guilliman nodded, and the Ultramarine Primarch looked around: "Where's Fulgrim?"

"Fulgan? He went on an expedition to Lustria. There is no news now, so he probably won't come." Angron shook his head and said to a few people, "Ryan is going to get married, you must not come empty-handed, right? Is it?"

"We brought a lot of gifts." The primarchs carried several large boxes into the courtyard, and Angron whispered to himself, "I knew it."

"Come and sit in the hut first. Tomorrow we will leave for the south and go to the cathedral. I have all your dresses ready." Angron turned and walked towards the forest hut he built: "Father's Imperial Army Will help you take off your armor."

"I really don't want to see you, Angron, as soon as I see you, I think of the shameful past." The First Legion Gene Primarch Leon El Jonson was the first to follow Angron's pace: " If I can, I really want to kill you traitors."

"Hehe, if you really want it, we can go head to head." In fact, Angron didn't really like Jonson very much, or the Primarch didn't have a good relationship with him, and Luo Jia was still hiding in the Eye of Fear. Horus was dead, and he and the Loyalist Primarchs had nothing to say.

"Father emphasized that we are here for a wedding, not a heads-up." Jonson's expression twitched, this was the emperor's order, and Jonson could only do as he did.

"Oh, you can fight as much as you want!" Magnus said with a sneer on his face: "It's best if both of you are half-crippled, and then we let Kaur build two iron toilets for you, one for each person. , how perfect, you can accompany me in the throne room, I can hear your swear words every day, how funny."

"Shut up, Magnus, we'll pack you back right now!" Guilliman hurriedly shouted at Magnus who was trying to provoke trouble, seeing that the primarchs were about to quarrel again.

"Eat quietly." The Raven Guard Primarch Clarkson, with skin as pale as snow, long hair as black as jade, and a pair of black wings, said in his pale and dry voice.

Vulkan, the salamander gene primarch, was looking at the hut built by Angron and looking at Angron's collection with interest: "Wow, it seems that this world has everything? Green skins, chaotic creatures. , undead, and demons?"

Half an hour later, the five Primarchs who had taken off their armor sat in the open-air courtyard of the forest hut. At this time, the autumn wind was bleak, the mountains were full of red leaves, the creek was rushing, and the courtyard was already set up. The fat roasted whole lamb, two barrels of Bagman dark beer have been placed, and many side dishes have been placed on the table.

"One sheep is enough for us? Angron, don't you get more?" After sitting down, Magnus the Red Son skillfully took a mug from the table and a glass of Bagman beer. The strong stout made him shout happily: "I'm sure, with a sheep, Guilliman alone can eat all your preparations."

"I'm not that scary, Vulkan is about the same." Guilliman also took a glass of stout, he gulps it down, the dwarf's good stout is very refreshing, and the Ultramarine Primarch can't help but think of his hometown of Markkura Grid, there is also the fragrance of birds and flowers as it is now.

Chapter Master Calgar now sits in Macragge, with no recent fighting, ready to respond to Guilliman's upcoming "Indomitable Crusade".

"You are so terrifying, you and your heirs are, I've been wondering, are you and your Smurfs all orcs pretending to be orcs? Why does it seem like forever?" Magnus Greedily breathing the fresh air, he had been held on the golden throne for a long time.

Since he had him, the Emperor no longer has to be bound by the Golden Throne. In fact, since the Emperor's return, the Emperor only needs to allocate a part of his power to maintain the Golden Throne. What Magnus needs to do is to regulate and control. , rather than struggling to maintain it, he was occasionally allowed to move around the palace, under surveillance, of course.

"I know that one is not enough, and I have already ordered the Imperial Army to roast another cow and a few fish." Angron brought a large pot of cauliflower: "Don't worry, it's enough, Johnson, cut it for you. "

Zhuang Sen took the knife, cut a large piece of lamb chops directly from the roast lamb, and ate it in a big mouth.

The primarchs devoured their food, and all kinds of pure natural delicacies were served one after another, and then they were eaten clean by several people. A large number of finished bones were discarded on and under the table. Vulkan and Clark Sen discusses how to increase their Chapter's already thin sons, while Magnus and Jonson discuss whether the new Primaris Space Marines are his sons or not.

Jonson's view is that since the Emperor has the final say, so be it, and Magnus's view is that if these warriors can show great fighting power, then so be it.

"Cheers, Guilliman, your spirit seems to be better." Angron raised the mug and said to Guilliman: "Among us, only you are the most talented in governing the country, and my father needs this from you. helper."

"The situation couldn't have been worse, the Great Rift divided the galaxy in two, wars were going on everywhere, and what was going on on the other side of the Great Rift was almost completely unknown to us, only when my father showed his great power. We can only get some news." Guilliman took a sip of Bagman beer and sighed: "We brought Ryan's wedding gift this time, and when the wedding is over, we will leave for Terra the next day."

"So anxious?" Angron was a little puzzled: "Father has returned."

"There is war everywhere, and we are needed everywhere." Guilliman said with a bitter face: "There are urgent reports for help everywhere, and the troops are stretched thin. Abaddon and his Black Legion did not dare to approach after seeing the power of their father. Terra, so we always act near Cadian. We have temporarily reached an alliance with the Death Army to deal with the endless Chaos Legion. An unprecedented huge army has gathered around Cadian, ready to meet the next wave. Huge offense."

"Where's Damocles?" Angron asked.

"The war in the Damocles theater has ceased." Guilliman put his eyes on Jonson: "Leon took his men and wiped out an entire fleet of Tau, and he killed six Tau successively. The front-line commander sent by the tribe, the Tau BP gave up and continued to attack Damocles, and we have no interest in fighting with these scumbags, and Leon is needed elsewhere."

"A bunch of offal, none of which can be beaten." Jonson said coldly: "Waste of time."

"Well, what about Necrons, Tyranids, and Eldar?" Angron asked.

"At present, we are still cooperating with the Spirit Race temporarily. Father has a ceasefire agreement with the Spirit Race's Death God." Guilliman frowned: "But there are also many Spirit Races, such as the Ark Spirit Race, the Black Spirit Race, the Spirit Race Pirates, and the Spirit Race. Clan Harlequin, Spirit Race Death Army, etc., except for Death Army, we can fight other Spirit Races.”

"Hey, **** it! Cut it and you're done." Angron shouted with a big bowl of drinking and a big mouthful of meat.

"Ariman and the Scarlet Warriors of the Thousand Sons raided Fenris, the homeworld of the Space Wolves." Guilliman continued, "Vulkan and Clarkson took the Salamanders and the Defenders to defeat Ahriman. There are wars going on elsewhere, but that doesn't matter, my concern now is that the Necrons are recovering on a massive scale, the tentacles of the Tyranid Leviathan fleet are spreading, and Armageddon has become Halfway through the demon world, the Blood Angels Chapter in Baal is sending a desperate signal for help, if it wasn't for Father's perception of Captain Dante's request for help, we might not know what kind of difficult test the Blood Angels are facing."

"I understand, you can go about your business with peace of mind, and leave it to me and Ryan." Angron also knew that Primarchs were needed everywhere now, and he couldn't say anything else.

"And Forgan!"

"Okay, okay, and that sissy Fuggan."

Five Primarchs were flushed in a feast, especially Magnus, the Thousand Sons Gene Primarch was suffocating. At this time, Vulkan and Clarkson were grilling fish, while Jonson and Key Liman is playing a game of war chess.

This kind of war chess game is the imperial war chess board game that Surya once gave to Ryan. There are many chess pieces on both sides, from the most basic imperial swordsmen, pikemen, archers, to the empire with lances. A knight, a bishop with a warhammer and a shield, a huge cannon and an elector with a holy sword hanging from his waist, a fully armed emperor.

Angron spent a lot of money to buy several sets, and often played with the Custodians.

He explained the rules of war chess to the crowd: "Different soldiers have different abilities, but their scores are also different. You need to form an army of 2,000 points and send it to the battlefield."

"The Emperor enjoys a special protection rule of 4 and can attack repeatedly. The warhammer Gael Maraz in his hand ignores the armor of enemy units, and he can re-roll the failed dice once. You need to choose a mount for him. It can be a warhorse or armor. War horses, pegasus, griffins and even dragons."

"I like this kind of game." Both Guilliman and Jonson were very interested in this tabletop battle chess game, and the two of them were inextricably killed.

"Brothers, come and eat fish." Vulkan, who is more than three meters tall, held seven skewers of grilled fish on iron skewers and said, "My grilled fish!"

"I season it," Clarkson said.

"That's all mine!" Angron exclaimed.

One was holding a grilled fish. At this time, Magnus began to drink high, and he began to shout: "It's been a long time since so many primarchs have been together, Guilliman, do you remember? There were so many last time. The primarch gathered together, at that time more than 11,000 years ago, Ulano, do you remember?"

Guilliman was a little stunned: "Why are you talking about this? Brother."

"I wasn't there at the time, only you, Ruth, Mortarion, Fulgan were in Ullano! And the traitor Horus!" Jonson said coldly.

"I'm here, I still remember what happened back then!" Vulkan exclaimed: "Ah, what a sweet memory, what a bitter memory of it now Magnus, what do you mean by this?"

"I remembered that before the party in Ulano, we also had a party, and those two people were there at that time." Magnus said with a big tongue: "You know what I'm talking about, hehehehe"

All the primarchs turned pale.

"Magnus!!!" Jonson stood up directly, he walked in front of Magnus and stuck his neck directly: "Father let us swear, never mention it, you have to disobey father's order ?"

"I didn't disobey anything, brother." Magnus spread his hands innocently: "I didn't say who it was."

"Humph! They never existed, you remember, Magnus~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Jonson let go of Magnus and threw him to the ground.

Magnus was making fun of himself. He wanted to continue mocking Jonson. Those two people really didn't exist? Like your dark angel really has no secrets? The Second Empire really doesn't exist?

Thinking of the B collar on his neck, Magnus finally decided to shut up.

An hour later, everyone began to visit Angron's hut and the collections in the hut.

After several years of accumulation, Angron's collection can be described as dazzling, and there are all kinds of specialties of all races in the whole old world.

"Brother, I like your collection very much, can you give me something?"

"Brother, this wine is delicious, I want it."

"Brother, you have stored a lot of coffee, I want it."

"Brother, I want to eat beef."

The primarchs began to unceremoniously empty Angron's storage room, Vulkan swept away Angron's meat storage, Clarkson took away Angron's collection of various red wines, Kiri Man looted the fine coffee that Angron had managed to import from Tyrell, and Magnus removed all the barrels of Bagman beer that Angron had bought from the dwarves.

"Hey! Ming robbed you of this!?" Angron shouted dissatisfiedly: "How can this be?"

"Jonson! Did my father ask you to come to loot my storeroom?" Seeing several primarchs ignoring him, Angron could only complain to Jonson.

The Primarch of the First Legion had a hesitant expression on his face. He didn't understand why his brothers were looting Angron's storage room. In fact, they didn't lack these things.

But everyone did it, and Jonson felt like it wasn't right for him to do nothing.

So Jonson walked to Angron's corral alone and carried the shivering bison inside.

"Then this is mine."