Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 588 Guilliman’s Morning-

"you……"

Varro Diglis searched for all the vocabulary and sentence organization forms in his mind and in the Ptolemaic Library, but found that it was difficult for him to express what he wanted to say at this moment from his throat correctly and without ambiguity. Feeling that his cheeks were wet, he reached out and wiped it, and found that he had shed tears at some point.

"It doesn't have to be like this, venerable Tigris. I said that everyone can be my teacher, so I will maintain my humility on non-essential occasions."

The young and old man named Julius Robert Omar followed these words with a strange language. It was not any language Diglis had ever heard, and it was not related to the Eldar and Binary languages. Far from it, but it has ten syllables like a chant, and the way it sounds suggests that it was probably a language invented for human use.

The chief think tank heard from these syllables a completely different way of binding power from any rituals and runes he knew. Although they were very different, they were ancient, solid, reliable, and even the way they controlled the flow of spiritual energy was better than what he had learned from inheritance and runes. He had learned a lifetime of fighting in a more concise and beautiful way, and if it weren't for the current occasion, he would almost feel like Julius was singing.

"An ancient word of wisdom. In today's galaxy, only a few people may understand its meaning. It seems that you like it, Chief of the Think Tank. This is also a gift from our Lord."

"Does a being like you actually have someone to serve you? It's hard to imagine what a generous and powerful force he would be."

The complex aromatic aldehydes, alcohols, and esters in Quatis Golden Brandy that made it so expensive began to fade from his taste buds, and the power armor's pipes began to pump out hormones and pharmaceuticals based on what they sensed the wearer's physiology. Injected into Diglis's veins, it made him calmer and able to cope with it with all his strength.

The man opposite him smiled, his blue eyes looking into Diglis's gray ones.

"Don't just focus on murder, Librarian," he said. "Murder, revenge and war are more deeply intertwined than you think, despite the fact that our Lord's secret teachings mention that war is a continuation of something higher. But here, the focus is still on the previous issues that were not the focus, and talking about things that people like us should not talk about will lead to irreparable destruction.”

The invisible tremor coming from the most prophetic part of Diglis told him that this was not a malicious intimidation, but a very kind reminder of a fact, and he nodded.

"Then what we saw..."

"You can think that they happened. You have crossed the river of time and space, the fingers of history, and witnessed those happening. But you want to ask me why we can see those but not prevent those tragedies from happening in advance? Why is that so? Stone-hearted? In fact, it's just the opposite. It's precisely because I was clearly told that my destiny is to change, so I try my best to play the trick of the magician under the eyes of the gods."

Looking at the chief think tank's frown, Julius added, "What you just experienced is an event that a living creature cannot possibly experience and come back alive, but you are here now and you are still yourself. "

"Really? My lord? (SIR?) So, may I ask about that evil and blasphemous sacrifice we first witnessed? In the Chaos ritual that I know of, the sacrifice was actually a member of the Adeptus Custodes like this The incident must not be as ordinary as it seems."

"Well...actually, do you know the meaning of the name of the slain Custodes?"

"I don't know, my lord."

"The name of the Custodian in the cave that day was Vendatha. In the ancient Terran language, it means revenge, private war, feud, blood revenge. The name has a meaning, In particular, considering that although the person concerned himself should I didn't realize this much at the time, but in fact, the 'Ascended One' had been stubbornly demanding that Lorgar Aurelion must personally select Ventanza as the last sacrifice to complete the 'Demonstration of Original Truth'. Conceptually older rituals are already in operation.”

A chill ran like a snake through Tigris's stomach.

"In other words, Lorgar Aurelion was an 'ascended one' on the old Cadia - you can't know her name from me for the time being, because she already has a special place in the connection. You know Her name will make it easier for souls like you to be targeted by her - when guided by the 'Ascendant' and the sacrifice he chooses to sacrifice is 'Revenge', then he is destined to be your genetic father. It has already been destined that they will embark on a path of complete irreconcilability. Although no one knows what happened in that cave except Lorgar and the "Ascendant", you see, that's it, one person was murdered. The galaxy is being murdered because of this, but we can't stop this cycle from starting. I can take you there, I've been there countless times myself, in order to get the weapons and power to fight them, but I can't directly interfere with it. ”

Diglis's voice was filled with deep pain and despair, "Even an existence and power like yours can't...then, will the war never end?"

"Well... if I use the words of a respectable senior who was filled with the sadness of seeing through everything, it is true that war will never end." Julius sat up straight as if thinking of someone, "Yet we exist to find a way."

The chief think tank waited eagerly and with trepidation.

"Although the war cannot be ended, stopped, or completely eradicated, conversely, we can make peace last as long as possible."

"What is that? How to do it?" Diglis asked impatiently, "What preparations should we make? And what price should we pay for it?"

Julius did not answer. He was silent again. His blue eyes glowed platinum, and he just stared into the eyes of the chief think tank.

That huge aura that destroyed everything appeared again.

Diglis was suddenly enlightened and enlightened at this moment.

As in the past, the many actions of the Inquisition and the Empire itself to completely destroy many seemingly promising existences or technologies can be said to be for prevention and to be foolproof, but they also cut off other possible methods, but this is still It is to raise the soup to stop it from boiling.

The power of destruction is there. It has existed in the past, present and future when it was born. It exists forever and will not lose any power because of blind sealing, reduction and abandonment. If no one masters it, it will just become an ownerless thing.

"It's better to hold something in your own hands than to give it away." The chief think tank murmured.

"The same is true for power, and so is truth." The person opposite him continued.

"But we have no way." The chief think tank said sadly, "That's not the fault of the priests, judges or political commissars. It's not their fault, and it's not our fault. We have no way. We have too many things to protect. There is too little power, we are too scattered and too dependent on every entity that we cannot predict... We are really... Without power like you, the only thing we can rely on is the belief in the God-Emperor and the admiration for the fallen heroes. , it at least prevents us from being swallowed by darkness.”

"Indeed it is so, and neither I nor my master mean to belittle anyone. But look at me, Tigris," he said, with a crown of thorns surrounding his head, a Book of Psalms and a sword. On his left and right sides, "Now a new path has been shown in front of you, and you can accept it and bring it to every brother of yours and everyone you want to protect."

"I cannot betray the oath I swore in front of the throne of my father's tomb. I will not betray my blood, brothers, my warband, my hometown and my people." The chief think tank said without hesitation. Although I know that what you say is probably the truth, I am the courageous and glorious son of Robert Guilliman. This is my Chapter and my people, and I will face them with my chest raised even in death. Yes, I will not and cannot betray them."

The being sitting across from him raised an eyebrow with his original face, as if he found it a bit incredible that the think tank director gave such an ungrateful answer to his hanging olive branch.

The expression was so vivid and worldly that it seemed to make the Primarch's appearance almost resemble that of a mortal youth. Tigris repented in his heart and completed his prayers, waiting for the final sentence.

"Who said you should betray me? I mean, there is an opportunity now. Do you want to consider meeting him first?"

who? Diglis blinked.

"I mean, it's true that we can't handle such a big change without Lord Guilliman's knowledge. After all, it involves so much later... Do you want to go see your genetic father first, and then Please implement this matter?"

What? What is he talking about?

"Well, just now, Lord Coze informed me that he has received news that the Enterprise will soon enter Macragge. The Enterprise is special. In this situation, the Stargate is not stable enough. Only he I can drive you there in a short time, and then come back after meeting Lord Guilliman. It will be much easier for you to convince others."

He knew every word he said, so why couldn't he understand what he was saying?

So thirty minutes later, Varro Diglis found himself standing in the transfer room of a ship with a very un-"imperial" interior decoration. Standing next to him was the person who was still dutifully simulating the Thirteenth Primarch. of Julius.

There were some mortals waiting for them here, all with purple eyes that reminded Diglis of that ceremony, and he was standing on the high platform. However, he calmed down, these seemed to be receptionists, wearing uniforms, with pure and pure breaths. Perseverance, the walls of this room are also clean and smooth, without any profane symbols or engravings.

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"Okay, I'll send him here, and then it's time for me to return to Hera Fortress. I can't leave for too long. In short, you will definitely see him when you go. Don't worry here, there is a Night Lord on Macragge. The Primarch is here for you."

No, no! This is not reassuring, okay? ! Why are you going out of your way to point this out at this moment? !

But the light of teleportation lit up again, and only Diglis was left here.

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Robert Guilliman took a deep breath.

And then again.

He opened his eyes.

What comes into view is a soft ivory white ceiling, lightly embossed with Corinthian and other decorative patterns, and a smooth and elegant patchwork patterned wooden floor that reflects the light of artificial sunlight onto the ceiling, casting elongated bright patches.

The carefully filtered air poured into his respiratory tract and air exchange organs at a speed that was several times higher than that of ordinary people. Through a series of mysterious and complex transformations, it provided the energy needed for his strong body and the most sophisticated mind in the universe. Recently, many The moist and cold air of early winter in the Albian forest released in the early morning by the ground-linked weather simulation activity brought fresh metasequoia and cedar leaves, which refreshed his mind.

It was now five o'clock in the morning, standard Terran time. After a full four hours of high-quality dreamless sleep throughout the night, Robert Guilliman now felt energetic and clear-minded.

The Thirteenth Primarch stood up and began to put his feet into the slippers beside the bed. Then he stood up and stretched out a very ungrateful but elegant way like an animal stretching its muscles. The joints of his neck and waist crackled. There was a snapping sound, and he absentmindedly wondered if he should consider booking a chiropractic appointment for himself while Honso came to work on Lamizane.

The Primarch's bedroom was free of servants and attendants, also at his request, which made him feel at ease and free to direct his every move after waking up, and he was satisfied with this.

After a burst of washing, Guilliman walked out of the bathroom suite.

The short blond hair on his cheeks and forehead was still wet with moisture that had not dissipated, but his nightgown had been replaced by a black soft armor lining.

The gorgeous ultramarine and gold master-level armor that was remade by the great sage Belisarius Cawl with the help of Decima and the others has been prepared in the equipment niche on the side - ever since Lamizane accidentally demonstrated "how a primarch sprained his foot and then suffered from physiotherapy" "What an ungraceful howl" and after how much pressure Perturabo put on everyone in the office, Guilliman said, "Armor piercing can reduce the number of unnecessary physiological needs, thereby improving performance in the workplace. In the name of "work efficiency within the specified time", I began to choose to work with A during office hours.

However, only the Primarch himself knows whether some of this choice is related to the "Crete Foot Plague" that has recently become popular in Wandering Port.

At 5:20, he was holding a cup of "Pan Pacific Reca Coffee" - made with double the amount of water and one part of espresso - produced by the "Soldier" brand automatic coffee machine. I drank the A-style Reka coffee in one gulp and walked towards the equipment alcove.

At five forty-five, Guilliman arrived at his faithful office.

And at six o'clock, he will receive an unexpected guest.