Chapter 347, Bandit(s) From Terra

"It seems that this world is very dangerous. Since it came, I feel as if a hundred things as heavy as me are pressing on me. I'm really not used to it." A man in dark green power armor Salamander Primarch Vulkan said: "It's uncomfortable, I feel like my whole body is tied up with cloth strips. What kind of world is this? Our strength has been severely restricted."

"This is a world restricted by the great protection of the Old Sage and the maelstrom of elves, everyone is the same." Angron watched the bloodthirsty demon being completely exiled by him and gradually turned into fly ash, explained: "This The world is the last refuge of the Old Sages. They asked their servant Slanan Demon Toad to 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. It is difficult for Chaos Demons to enter the mortal world, but the power of mortals is also severely limited."

"Weaken yourself, but also weaken the enemy? I have encountered this situation more than once." Guilliman nodded, and the Primarch of the Ultramarine 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 several people: "Lian is going to get married, you must not have come empty-handed, yes Is it?"

"We brought a lot of presents." 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, to the cathedral. I have all your dresses ready." Angron turned and walked towards the hut in the forest that he had built: "Father's Imperial Army I'll take off your armor for you."

"I really don't want to see you, Angron. When I see you, I think of the shameful past." Leon El'Jonson, Primarch of the First Legion, was the first to keep up with Angron. : "If possible, I really want to kill you traitors."

"Hehe, if you really want to, we can fight one-on-one." Angron actually doesn't like Jonson very much, or he doesn't have a good relationship with him in the Primarch, and Lorgar is still hiding in the Eye of Terror Horror is dead, and he and these loyal Primarchs have nothing to say.

"Father emphasized that we are here to participate in the wedding, not to single out." Zhuang Sen's expression twitched a little, this was the emperor's order, and Zhuang Sen could only follow through.

"Oh, you can fight as much as you want!" Magnus said with sarcasm on his face, "It's best if both of you are half disabled, and then we'll ask Kaul to make two iron toilets for you, one for each of you. , How perfect, you can accompany me in the throne room, I can hear your swear words every day, how interesting."

"Shut up, Magnus, we'll pack you up and send you back now!" Seeing that the Primarchs were about to quarrel again, Guilliman hurriedly yelled at Magnus who was trying to provoke trouble.

"Be quiet...eat." Clarkson, the Primarch of the Raven Guard, with skin as pale as snow, long hair as black as ink, and a pair of black wings, said in his pale and shriveled voice.

Vulkan, the Primarch of the Salamander, looked at Angron's hut in the forest and looked at Angron's collection with interest: "Wow, it seems that this world has everything? Green skins, creatures of chaos , undead, and demons?"

Half an hour later, five Primarchs who took 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, and the creek was rushing. There is a fat roasted whole lamb, two barrels of Bagman's dark beer are placed, and many small dishes have been placed on the table.

"One sheep is enough for us? Angron, don't you want more?" After sitting down, Magnus the Red Son took a mug from the table very skillfully, took a glass of Bagman beer, The thick dark beer made him shout happily: "I'm sure, a sheep, Guilliman alone can eat up everything you prepared."

"I'm not that scary,

Vulcan almost. Guilliman also took a glass of dark beer, and he drank it down. The good dark beer served by the dwarves was very refreshing, and the Primarch of the Ultramarines couldn't help but think of his hometown of Macragge, where the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant like now.

Chapter Master Calgar is now sitting in Macragge. There has been no recent fighting, and he is preparing to respond to Guilliman's upcoming "Unyielding Crusade".

"You are so terrifying, both you and your descendants, I have been thinking, are you and your Smurfs all pretending to be orcs? Why does it seem to be endless forever?" Magnus Greedy for a breath of fresh air, he had long been held on the golden throne.

Since having him, the Emperor no longer has to be bound by the Golden Throne. In fact, since the Emperor returned, the Emperor only needs to allocate a part of his power to maintain the Golden Throne. What Magnus has to do is to regulate and control , instead of struggling to maintain, he was occasionally allowed to walk around the palace, of course under surveillance.

"I know that one head is not enough to eat, I have already ordered the guards to roast another head of cow and some fish." Angron brought over a large pot of cauliflower: "Don't worry, it's enough, Zhuang Sen, I'll cut it for you. "

Zhuang Sen took the knife, cut off a large lamb chop from the roast lamb, and ate it with big mouthfuls.

The primarchs were devouring their food. All kinds of pure natural delicacies were brought up in plates, and then they were eaten up by several people. A large number of finished bones were discarded on and under the table. Vulcan and Clark Sen discusses how to increase the number of broods in their Chapter, which is already very thin, while Magnus and Jonson discuss whether the new Primaris Space Marines should be counted as his broods.

Jonson's view is that since the Emperor says so, so be it, Magnus's view is that if these fighters can show strong combat effectiveness, so be it.

"Cheers, Guilliman, you seem to be in better spirits." Angron raised his mug and said to Guilliman, "Of all of us, you are the only one with the most talent in governing the country. Father needs you." helper."

"The situation couldn't be worse. The 'Great Rift' splits the galaxy in two. There are wars everywhere. We know almost nothing about what is going on on the other side of the Rift. Only the Father shows his supremacy. We can only get some news when we are powerful." 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 set off for Terra the next day."

"So anxious?" Angron was a little puzzled: "Father is back."

"Wars are going on everywhere, and we are needed everywhere." Guilliman said with a bitter face: "There are urgent calls for help everywhere, and the troops are stretched. Abaddon and his Black Legion did not dare to approach after seeing their father's strength. Terra, therefore, has always been operating near Cadian. We have temporarily reached an alliance with the Death God Army to deal with the endless Chaos Legion. An unprecedentedly large army has gathered around Cadian, ready to meet the next wave. Huge offense."

"Where's Damocles?" Angron asked further.

"The fighting in the Damocles theater has ceased." Guilliman put his eyes on Jonson: "Leon led his men and wiped out the entire Tau fleet. He successively killed six Tau fleets. The frontline commanders sent by the tribe, the Tau people were forced to give up continuing to attack Damocles, and we have no interest in fighting these scumbags any longer, we need Leon elsewhere."

"A group of bastards, none of them can fight." Zhuang Sen said coldly: "Waste of time."

"Hmm... What about the Necrons, the Tyranids, and the Eldar?" Angron asked further.

"Currently we are still cooperating with the Eldar... For the time being, father has a cease-fire agreement with the Reaper of the Eldar..." Guilliman frowned: "But there are many Eldar, the Ark Eldar, the Black Eldar, the Eldar Pirates of the Spirit Race, Harlequins of the Spirit Race, Death God Army of the Spirit Race, etc., except for the Death God Army, we can fight other Spirit Races."

"Hey, fuck it! Cut it off and it's over." Angron yelled as he drank from a big bowl (cup) and ate meat.

"Ahriman led the Red Letters of the Thousand Sons to raid Fenris, the home planet of the Space Wolves." Guilliman continued: "Vulcan and Clarkson led the Salamanders and the Guards to defeat Ahriman. ... other places are at war, but that doesn't matter, my concern now is that the Necrons are recovering on a large scale, and the tentacles of the Tyranid Leviathan fleet are spreading everywhere, Armageddon has It has turned into half a world of demons, and the Blood Angels in Barr are sending a desperate call for help. If our father hadn't sensed Captain Dante's call for help, we might not have known how difficult the Blood Angels are facing. "

"I understand, you can go about your business at ease, and leave it to me and Ryan." Angron also knew that the Primarchs were needed everywhere now, so he couldn't say anything more.

"With Fulgrim!"

"Okay, okay, and that sissy Fulgen."

After a big meal, the five primarchs were all flushed, especially Magnus, and the Primarch of the Thousand Sons poured his head down again and again. At this time, Vulcan and Clarkson were grilling fish, while Jonson and Keith Liman is playing a game of war chess.

This kind of war chess game is the Empire War Chess desktop game that Suria once gave to Ryan. There are many chess pieces on both sides, from the most basic Empire Swordsmen, Pikemen, Archers, and then to the Empire with a lance Knights, bishops with hammers and shields, huge cannons and electors with holy swords hanging from their waists, and imperial emperors in full armor.

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

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

"The Emperor of the Empire enjoys a special protection rule of 4+, can attack repeatedly, the warhammer 'Gael-Maraz' in his hand ignores the armor of enemy units, and can re-roll the failed dice once...you need to choose a head for him Mounts... can be warhorses, armored warhorses, pegasus, griffins or even dragons."

"I like this kind of game." Both Guilliman and Jonson were very interested in this kind of board game, and the two of them were inseparable.

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

"I... seasoning," Clarkson said.

"It's all mine!" Angron yelled.

One of them was holding a grilled fish. At this time, Magnus started to drink too much, and he began to yell: "It's been a long time since so many primarchs gathered together, Guilliman, do you remember? Last time there were so many The Primarchs gathered together, or at that time more than 11,000 years ago, Ulanor, do you still remember?"

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

"I wasn't there at the time. It was just you, Russ, Mortarion, Fulgan and the others in Ullanor! And that traitor Horus!" Johnson said coldly.

"I am here, I still remember what happened back then!" Vulkan said loudly, "Ah, what a sweet memory, and how bitter it is to think about it now... Magnus, what do you want to say when you mention this?"

"I remembered that we had a party before the party in Ulano, and those two people were also there..." Magnus pouted his tongue, "You know what I'm talking about, hehehehe~"

All Primarchs changed countenance.

"Magnus!!!" Johnson stood up straight away, he walked up to Magnus and grabbed his neck directly: "Father made us swear, never mention it, you have to disobey father's order ?”

"I didn't defy anything, brother." Magnus spread his hands pretending to be innocent: "I didn't say who it was."

"Hmph! They never existed, remember, Magnus." Jonson let go of Magnus, throwing him to the ground.

Magnus was making fun of himself. He wanted to continue to mock Jonson. Those two people really didn't exist? Like your dark angel really has no secrets? Did the Second Reich really not exist?

Thinking of the explosive collar around his neck, Magnus finally decided to shut up.

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

After several years of accumulation, Angron's collection can be described as dazzling, including all the specialties of all races in the 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 emptied Angron's storage room, Vulcan wiped out Angron's meat storage, Clarkson took all kinds of red wine from Angron's collection, 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! This is Ming who robbed you!?" Angron shouted dissatisfiedly: "How can this be?"

"Jonson! Did father ask you to come here to rob my storage room?" Seeing that several primarchs ignored him, Angron could only complain to Jonson.

The Primarch of the First Legion had hesitation on his face. He didn't understand why his brothers ransacked Angron's storage room. They actually didn't lack these things.

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

So Jonson walked into Angron's corral alone, and picked up the shivering buffalo inside.

"Then this is mine."