Chapter 707: Lord of Five Hundred Worlds

There was a vote among the players, that is, if you traveled to the Empire, who would you like to work under?

As a result, the 13th Primarch, Robert Guilliman, the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds, topped the list, without a doubt.

There are several reasons for this.

First, Guilliman is a rare Primarch who grew up happily and joyfully, without the childhood shadows and defects of other Primarchs.

Secondly, Guilliman's personality is quite normal. Although he sometimes likes to think about things, he is generally a kind and capable Primarch with a positive outlook. Unlike other Primarchs, they are more or less the product of some inherited morbid defects of the Emperor.

For example, Mortarion grew up on a poisonous planet, so most of the soldiers in his legion learned from Mortarion to make themselves smelly, and they would drink toxic wastewater to prove their loyalty to Mortarion.

Or maybe when Angron was a child, a machine was installed in his brain, causing him to have a mental breakdown and feel pain all the time. So after he took charge of the legion, his subordinates also installed a similar thing to show their loyalty.

Normal people would never want to join such a legion, they are crazy!

To be honest, among the 18 legions, Guilliman's Ultramarines Legion is the most normal in the eyes of ordinary people, and the others are not normal.

The Dark Angels are a riddle man, they can't talk unless they are in a trance, and it hurts to listen to them chattering.

The Emperor's Children dress themselves up like a peacock all day long, full of serious narcissistic tendencies.

The Iron Warriors are simply a legion dedicated to office workers, doing the most tiring work, working the most overtime, suffering the most severe beatings, getting the least money, and the boss still looks down on you.

The White Scars are either racing, or on the way to racing, or still on the way to racing.

The Space Wolves are really a mad husky dog, who will bite anyone caught at the order of the Emperor.

The Imperial Fists are rigid and their heads are stronger than the marble under the Terran Palace.

The Night Lords are simply the dark version of Batman, killing and robbing in the name of justice and order.

The Blood Angels are usually very normal, but they don't recognize their relatives after the Black Rage.

The Iron Hands advocate the weakness of flesh and blood, and the ascension of machinery. They wish to replace their entire body with parts like the Mechanicus.

The World Eaters always fill their brains with some messy things to experience the same pain as the Primarch to express their loyalty.

The Death Guard stinks all over, and it even makes people wonder if they haven't taken a bath since they put on their armor.

The Thousand Sons are still good in nature, but they have no choice but to deal with a Primarch who can't do anything and whose life summary is failure. There is no hope for them.

The problem of the Luna Wolves is the same as that of the Thousand Sons. If they follow the wrong boss, it will be useless no matter how hard the subordinates try. Just look at poor Loken.

Needless to say, the Word Bearers are a bunch of crazy and crazy believers who need to be shot by the Inquisition a hundred times.

Salamanders are hardworking and kind-hearted. Their only shortcoming is that their skin is too dark……………

The tragedy of the Raven Guard is that their boss, the immediate superior, always writes some extremely melancholy poems, so that the entire legion is affected by EMO…………

The Alpha Legion………………No one knows what they are, only that they are all Alphas.

In comparison, the Thirteenth Legion led by Guilliman is indeed an outlier among them—the standard answer to the profound question of whether a normal person among a group of psychopaths is still a normal person.

So Guilliman is not very popular among the Primarchs, which is actually understandable. Most of the others either have childhood trauma, or are physically disabled, or are not recognized. But Guilliman has come a long way. When he was a child, he grew up in a noble family and lived a happy life. That is, his adoptive father was assassinated, and he himself did not have much trouble. Later, when the Emperor came, he followed the Emperor, and was not forced to go away like the others, or was beaten up.

In simple terms, it was like a good student with excellent character and academic performance suddenly appeared in a class of gangsters, and the others looked at him with dislike.

But for ordinary people, a Primarch like Guilliman is really a model of a Primarch, loving the people like his own children, kind-hearted, and capable, so much so that players mocked him—if the Emperor had half of Guilliman, the Empire would not be in such a mess.

It can be seen that the Emperor really does not understand human nature.

Of course, Guilliman is not without weaknesses. That is, as a good student, his combat ability is a bit weaker than that of other Primarchs who came from gangsters. He was basically beaten up, and finally he was beaten into the stasis pod to save his life...

Although he is not good at single combat, the collective combat ability of the Ultramarines is really strong. There is a saying that goes, if you learn the operation of the brother, the rest is A—Guilliman's Ultramarine Legion is the best embodiment of this sentence.

The Ultramarines are the ones that have 500 worlds that have soldiers, soldiers, soldiers, and then attack. In the face of absolute numbers, everything is nothing, and the Ultramarines are also the largest among the 18 legions.

However, Grandpa Lan is really not good at single combat (laughs), basically he will be beaten by anyone he fights.

Even two against one can be killed.

Once again, it proves that the stereotype that the three-good students have poor hands-on ability is not a stereotype……………

However, even such a good man was stunned on the spot after hearing the news brought by Loken and other Space Marines.

"I just can't believe it."

Guilliman, who stood in front of Duanmu Huai and others, was a space warrior whose body was almost the same as that of ordinary people. His appearance was ordinary, but he had an ordinary handsomeness, just like the temperament of the monarch on ancient silver coins. He was different. The ceremonial dagger-like Fulgrim is also different from the angelic Sanguinius, but he has amazing magnanimity and honesty.

This is what Duanmuhuai likes most about Guilliman. Most of the other Primarchs do not regard mortals as human beings. They believe that they are fighting for the Emperor, and the Empire is the Emperor's Empire. As for those mortals, in their It seems pointless. To be honest, even if the Emperor ruled not a group of humans but a group of lizards, these primarchs would not care about such a trivial matter.

But Guilliman doesn't think so. He respects the will of mortals, recognizes their greatness, and at the same time learns from their excellence.

However, at this moment, the Primarch also showed a shocked, even shocked expression. Not only him, but also the Ultramarines around him had the same feeling - if this was just Loken, Tavi If they don't believe the one-sided words of Zetz or Garrow, then they still won't believe it, but there are so many Space Marines on the Eisenstein, their tired bodies, their armor that has experienced artillery fire, and those battlefield videos - they have witnessed it with their own eyes Witnessed how the Deather and his Primarch attacked these soldiers, and how they escaped.

Of course, this also includes...

Thinking of this, everyone looked at Duanmuhuai with complicated expressions. They saw how Duanmuhuai beat Angron violently and killed him. It must be said that this scene was so shocking that Guilliman could not calm down for a long time. , the death of a Primarch had been unthinkable before, but now they saw it.

Likewise, the betrayal of a Primarch was unthinkable, and they saw it too.

"This... is just one-sided words from you."

Soon, an Ultramarines captain swallowed a mouthful of saliva, stared at everyone and spoke.

"We did see your battle with the World-Deaders, but this does not mean that they are traitors. And strictly speaking, you who were surrounded and suppressed by the Primarch, aren't you more like traitors who disobeyed orders?"

"you……………"

Luoken wanted to say something, but was stopped by Duanmu Huai.

"Indeed, the evidence has two sides. We don't deny that maybe we are the traitors. This battlefield video is real, and we are just trying to use this route to induce you to become the wrong traitor, so that your brothers can become brothers. "Cannibalism."

Duanmu Huai spread his hands.

"Look, it's a very reasonable analysis."

It was Guilliman who allowed Duanmuhuai to talk to him so calmly. If it were a primarch like Ryan or Dorn, Duanmuhuai would have ridiculed him without saying a word.

Whether you want to hear it or not is none of my business.

"However, you want evidence, and I happen to have evidence."

Fortunately for Duanmuhuai, he really had evidence.

"Do you have evidence?"

Guilliman stared at Duanmuhuai, his eyes were enough to make any mortal tremble, but Duanmuhuai didn't care.

"Of course, or rather, you will see it soon... But before that, Mr. Guilliman, I would like to ask you, has the Word Bearer arrived?"

"how do you know……………"

Hearing Duanmuhuai's inquiry, Guilliman was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly thought of something.

"Wait, you mean..."

"The Word Bearers were the first among all the legions to betray the Emperor and join the banner of the Chaos God. Erebus was also the mastermind behind the betrayal of Horus. Do you think they were ordered to come here this time to mend the evil spirit of Chaos?" The relationship between the speaker and the Ultramarines, but..."

After saying this, Duanmuhuai sneered.

"...But that is not the case. For the Word Bearers, they are here for revenge. I think you yourself understand the reason."

"………………"

Hearing Duanmuhuai's words, Guilliman's expression was a little complicated. As Duanmuhuai said, the relationship between the Ultramarines and the Word Bearers was not good. The reason was very simple. The Word Bearers fanatically promoted the idea that the Emperor would become a god. Faith, this angered the Emperor, so the Emperor ordered the Ultramarines to destroy the Word Bearers' homeworld. Although Guilliman was unwilling to do such a thing, he still acted according to the order and destroyed the Word Bearers' homeworld. The perfect city.

In fact, when players later studied this period of history, they all suspected that the Emperor was deliberately causing trouble, because generally such dirty work was left to space huskies. For example, when Magnus rebelled, the space huskies were burned. The other party's home planet, in fact, this kind of work has always been the house demolition that Huskies are best at.

So logically speaking, if the Emperor wants to do this kind of thing, there is no need to specially send the Ultramarines and let the Huskies demolish the house.

As for why the Emperor did this, the players concluded that the Emperor most likely had Alzheimer's disease.

Looking at Guilliman, Duanmu Huai's expression was calm. The most heartbreaking loss during the Horus Heresy was the Word Bearers' attack on the Five Hundred Worlds.

In terms of frontal combat effectiveness, none of the ten Word Bearers were a match for the Ultramarines, so these shameless brats played dirty tricks. They secretly destroyed the defense system of Five Hundred Worlds, and then launched a surprise attack on the Ultramarines Legion. At that time, the Ultramarines' warships were all docked at the port and were not activated at all. As a result, the Word Bearers were caught off guard by deliberate calculations but not by accident.

The Ultramarines even held a banquet to welcome the Word Bearers, but during the banquet the Word Bearers suddenly took action and killed the Ultramarines who greeted them.

At first, the Ultramarines didn't know who suddenly opened fire. Guilliman also thought it was a misunderstanding. He also felt that the hatred between the Ultramarines and the Word Bearers was too deep, which led to some misunderstandings between the two sides. Therefore, in the early stages of the battle, Guilliman was still patient and patient, and tried to communicate with Lorgar to find out, but was ridiculed by the other party.

By the time Guilliman reacted, Five Hundred Worlds had already been plunged into a fire of destruction.

"The Word Bearers are well prepared. They will use the supply ship Bell Tower to directly hit your orbital outpost. The docked Word Bearers warships will fire on your warships and ruthlessly destroy your warships. And you The Ultramarines sent to meet the Word Bearers will also be killed by them in the banquet hall. You will think that this is just a misunderstanding. This may just be a larger-scale conflict, but in the end the facts will tell you that this is a war. , the war between the Word Bearers and the Ultramarines."

"...You know a lot."

Guilliman stared at Duanmuhuai and said calmly.

"I know more. I can even guess that now the Emperor has sat on the golden toilet, and I'm afraid he will never get down again. Even if you contact Terra now, you will not be able to see the Emperor. If you want If you ask me what a golden toilet is, I suggest you go to the emperor to find out in person after everything is over. I am very interested in what reasons he will make up to explain this problem. "

Duanmuhuai's obvious disrespect for the emperor made many ultramarines quite angry, but Duanmuhuai didn't care, and Guilliman just stared at Duanmuhuai, thinking silently, and finally, he slowly said .

"So you are accusing my brothers, Lorgar, Horus, Fulgrim, Mortarion and Angron of betraying the Emperor and succumbing to some strange... The evil god’s men?”

"This is not an accusation, it's a statement. If you want proof, it's simple, don't do anything, and then watch those Word Bearers dancing around on your planet, using the flesh and blood of your people to draw talismans, and then you can See those things that Imperial Truth considers to be nonsense and hallucinations.”

"Who are you? There is no Tribunal in the empire."

"I said, the Inquisition has something to do with the Empire, but it has nothing to do with the Emperor. In addition, we don't care about the Emperor's life or death. All we care about is protecting humanity - protecting them from aliens, heretics and demons. "

Duanmu Huai raised his eyebrows.

"I don't expect you to believe it. I just said what I should say. I have given you a warning, Robert Guilliman. Next, whether you want to believe me or not is your freedom. You also You can go to Lorgar for confirmation and ask him, 'Have you surrendered to the feet of those disgusting, snot-nosed, obscene beings in the subspace?' This is your freedom. The Inquisition does not care or interfere, but I want to tell you, As long as Lorgar dares to appear here, our Inquisition will do everything possible to kill him. I will personally hammer this evil god’s lackey and smash his head into pieces like I killed Angron.”

"Then, will you kill me too?"

"Of course I will, if you degenerate into a Chaos lackey."

Faced with Guilliman's inquiry, Duanmu Huai answered almost without hesitation.

"I hope you won't."

"……………………"

The air became tense for a moment, and both sides stared at each other. The Ultramarines clenched their weapons, and Garro and others also looked at Duanmu Huai nervously.

After a moment, Guilliman stared at Duanmuhuai, but he opened his mouth and issued an order.

"Marius."

"Yes, sir."

"Go and check where the Bell Tower is currently."

"yes."

A Space Marine stepped out at the command and returned a moment later.

"The Bell Tower is currently loading at apogee on the planet Tammus."

"Contact them and inquire about the Bell Tower number."

"yes."

Marius was silent for a moment, then showed a confused expression.

"What's wrong?"

"There is no response. It may be due to space turbulence or some kind of interference..."

"I suggest you go and see for yourself. If you don't mind, the Inquisition is willing to accompany you."

Of course Duanmuhuai could guess what happened there. Because in the player's era, this battle report has been preserved, and it can be said that everyone knows it. How can I put it, Guilliman's rigorous style is indeed useful. It is precisely because of his battle report record that the player is very I clearly learned what happened in the Five Hundred Worlds.

Unlike other Primarchs, it is terrible to have to deal with a pile of wreckage in the end.

Hearing Duanmu Huai's words, Guilliman glanced at him. His eyes were a little complicated. Duanmu Huai could see that Guilliman seemed to be eager to make a decision, but he did not expect to see the consequences of this decision. Unfortunately, it seemed that he had no time to hesitate now.

"Go to the apogee of Tamus planet and see what happened there."

Then he opened his mouth and gave an order.