Chapter 592: Yagosevitarion

The 5th Sevitarion

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"In such an era, being human means being just one of the trillions of insignificant dust living under the most bloody and cruel rule you can imagine. Too much has been lost and forgotten in the vast river of time with wars, conspiracies, or even desires and ambitions. The promise of common progress and mutual understanding, and the promise of human beings being like one family, has proved to be nothing more than a naive ideal in the eyes of most people. The hungry gods are already there, waiting above the stars and in the hearts. Peace has disappeared, and the old night has been reborn. In the cold and dark future, there is only war and death, no doubt."

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Let us first turn our eyes away from the blue humanoid hurricane that suddenly erupted on the Iron...Destiny Iron and headed straight for the hangar, and see how a vibrant day in the beautiful and vibrant Macragge capital Magna City on the other side of the galaxy is running.

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Just as the conversation between Digris and Guilliman, father and son, ended on the flagship of the Fourth Legion.

Some people are very unhappy.

Because theoretically, Mr. Conrad Coates, who was the biggest villain and the biggest surprise in this conversation, should have put his hands on his hips and made a V sign, and laughed three times happily, maliciously and proudly at the camera, showing his shark-like sharp teeth, to celebrate his success in avenging his previous humiliation ten thousand years after being captured, and causing a devastating blow to the heart of one of his most disliked brothers in one sentence, unprecedented and unparalleled.

However...

Considering that the Iron Blood is a flagship with a much longer service age than the recorded age, it has been upgraded countless times, the strength of the characters on board is constantly upgraded, and there was a certain wizard and a certain mortal wizard who had a very comprehensive defense against psychic power, especially prophetic psychic power, and it is a legendary flagship inside and outside-

Therefore, someone's prophecy did play this fun for him many times while watching other people, but he did not see the live broadcast of this long-awaited event with his own eyes-even as strong as he is now, he could not break through the unshakable wall.

Not only did the wall pretend to sleep, but his teeth were no longer shark teeth. The smile with normal teeth was a few levels lower in deterrence and fashion.

"It feels very bad, I tell you, I feel very bad now! I should have taken his heart out at that time!"

For the above reasons, Honorable Kant Cratch, an honorary citizen of Macragge, is now walking in the empty passage with a sullen face. There is no one here, but he is still complaining loudly.

"How bad is it, dear father? Can it be worse than when you first saw your biological father and brother?"

An image with a pale blue psychic glow on the edge accompanied by a faint psychic frost and ozone smell, as if it was born out of thin air.

If this scene appeared on some beaches or holy mountains in ancient Terra, then there is no doubt that the person who is being born will definitely get some titles such as "Storm Born" or "Born from the Sea" because of his appearance and appearance, and will be regarded by the people who believe in animism as a god or spirit with the power to protect or harm them.

But now is the beginning of the 42nd millennium, and this place is the cabin passage of the Enterprise registered under the Nightfor Dynasty.

So at this moment, the existence born beside the Lord of Midnight can only be the Son of God.

This humanoid figure gradually stabilized, the blue glow and frost gradually dissipated, under the fluorescent lights on both sides of the passage, he was wrapped in a ragged one-piece cloth robe, the edges were stained with blood, his feet were bare, and the bloodstains that were wiped off casually still remained on his eternally sneering but handsome face, and there were hundreds or thousands of scars on his exposed pale skin caused by battles or torture, some of which were quite old, and some looked fresh.

Even Conrad Curz frowned after taking a glance at such an image.

"What? Not feeling well today? If you ask me, you should really take me to catch some stupid lion cubs, skin them, and then hang the meat in pieces of appropriate size on your bridge. This will definitely help your mental recuperation. Every time I see the marks left on you by those mindless sadists, I feel that I should have tried harder to kill the old lion, and then throw these self-righteous foolish knights into the Nightfall and play their favorite hunting games with them to relieve stress."

"No, I'm fine, my lord." The figure - or rather, one of the actual machine souls and navigators of the Enterprise, and the reason why the Enterprise can easily shuttle through the current dangerous blood storm of the Supreme Sky - the spirit of Yago Sevitarion replied.

"It's just that Otani said she wanted to take a nap, and you seemed to be in a good mood, so I adjusted myself to a more peaceful state suitable for navigators and astropathic navigation. This will help me serve you with a suitable attitude."

After receiving this answer, the Eighth Primarch still snorted unhappily.

"You pamper her too much!" He pointed out with a sour look, "and why do you have to behave like this when your so-called peaceful state can also be a normal appearance in armor?"

"Aren't you asking this question knowingly, father?"

The bare feet of his most beloved son were weightless but very realistically landed on the ground made of alloy, as if he could really use his own body to walk behind his father here.

"Although the huge volume accumulated by the Enterprise with adamantine and other ectoplasm materials and the large amount of psionic matrices engraved on it have effectively helped me stay in reality and stabilize my mental state, it is actually the most stable thing reflected in the mind. The situation still needs to be fixed in my most spiritual external state. The connection between body and soul is real here, my Lord."

As for the question about whether a certain little girl was too pampered, the former chief company commander of the Eighth Legion and the leader of the Night Bat Council did not choose to respond.

"But you don't have a body anymore, Sai."

"But the Enterprise is my body now, Father. Otherwise you would never have seen me."

These words evoked some thoughts of the Lord of Midnight, and the waves in his soul sea gradually calmed down, like a giant beast of the deep sea waving its tendrils and retracting into the dark abyss.

"Indeed." His emotional changes became much more obvious and drastic in front of the heirs on the Enterprise. At this time, he seemed melancholy and sad again, "This is a debt I owe him, for bringing you from the distance and the deep. Salvaging it from the dark and putting it back together is no longer something that only a god can do.”

"It sounds like this kindness will never end. I'm honored that my damn life has such a precious value that transcends the universe. I'm really flattered. Maybe next time you have something particularly difficult to do, you can exchange it with me. Father."

"But fortunately, the benefactor of the kindness is not conscious of this matter." Coz's expression immediately turned into a light and cheerful expression, "So you don't have to worry, I can repay the kindness within the limit of my liking. That's fine. ”

"Including turning into a cat to repay your kindness, my lord?" Savita Leon's pure black eyes flashed with hidden interest.

"Never as long as that hateful dog is there!" The Eighth Primarch's resentment, jealousy, dissatisfaction and other emotions appeared in his psychic image like a rolling cloud.

The spirit projected by the first company commander on the ship showed an interested expression, dog? Does that refer to the Primarch of the Space Wolves? However, during the round trip and the brief approach to the Iron Blood, the Enterprise did not find any trace of Leman Russ's appearance from the psychic echoes and afterimages. I don't know why my father said this.

"But you didn't say 'absolutely impossible'?" he said politely, which was in great contrast to his appearance.

"If you don't want me to paint the sides of your hull blood red then you better keep your mouth shut, Cy."

"Okay, so do you still want to hear my report on what I saw during this voyage, the cargo list on the ship, and the specific details of the import and export trade, smuggling, piracy, and intercepted information in the border conflict in the Ultramar sector this week? And what else did you ask me to do? Or do you want to take a look at it yourself?"

The Eighth Primarch had an expression on his face that said, "[Nostramo expletive], didn't you just go to work yesterday? Why do you have to go to work again today?" He turned around and walked towards the Enterprise. An office dedicated to him.

“Relying solely on predictions will make me lose the fresh interest in life and turn me into a failed pessimist, but working without predictions will make me get the taste of life and make me want to go crazy. In the end, Sometimes it’s hard to decide whether to be a madman or a normal person - Sai, prepare a bottle of sparkling Reca coffee with iced green orange juice.”

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Before lunch began, Malcador had already dealt with all the administrative matters that came to his desk, from the most distant star system to what happened yesterday in the Macragge star system.

Looking at an empty desk is refreshing.

There is no mistake in every song, one post, one content, one 6 one, one book, one book, take a look!

He picked up his tea and just finished the last sip, as expected of him.

Although these complicated and diverse administrative matters were less than what he once had to deal with on Holy Terra, in fact it was impossible for an ordinary person, even an ultramarine, to handle them in such a short period of time.

But to be fair, for a government affairs veteran like him, there is a difference in the difficulty of taking care of a well-kept fountain vegetable garden and a garden and a Catachan jungle with overgrown trees and wild growth among government affairs processors and the actual processing speed. The contrast may be greater than the physical differences between Orcs and Eldar.

As long as the rule runs smoothly enough and the rules are well formulated from the beginning, Malcador is the most perfect and efficient executor in the universe.

What's more, here he doesn't have to deal with the headache of someone who always allocates a lot of extra resources and manpower to implement his grand dream that always exceeds the budget. He doesn't have to hide the huge extra expenses and flows, so he can work quickly.

The former imperial regent picked up his cane, opened the French door of the office, and walked into the atrium garden built with light yellow sandstone and white marble. The scorching sunlight shone directly, so he walked right under the colonnade facing the sea.

From here, you can see from the shadows the blue waves, whitecaps and seagulls flying above the waves in Lakeham Bay. The sea breeze blows here only coolness, without any moist salt. It is obvious that the builders have a deep understanding of the geography, weather and the building itself. Precise calculations have been made to ensure that the location is comfortable year-round and ideal for enjoying the views across the bay.

And this is where we have scheduled lunch and rest today.

This area was originally part of the overall area of ​​​​Marneus Calgar's audience hall, office and bedroom. Now, this area has been re-divided and each has its own new owner.

Just as Conrad Curze is responsible for all the details of agriculture, trade and border disturbances, and Malcador is responsible for the daily administration and livelihood of the sector, Julius Robert Omar is now sitting in Calgar's original room at the deepest part of this area, responsible for the entire operation of the Ultramarines Chapter and Macragge's diplomacy, law, war mobilization and preparation and other affairs.

It must be said that Julius is quite familiar with and exemplary in being able to use the appearance charm and personal language of the Primarch that even Malcador cannot see through to deal with the middle and lower-level officers of the Ultramarines and every daughter regiment or other cousin regiments visiting Macragge. It is estimated that only Robert Guilliman can surpass this level.

As for the Inquisition organizations stationed here and in the sector, which often become one of the most difficult organizations to deal with... Malcador can deal with them with his seal, so these little kids are not a big deal.

Of course, it's not that no one has doubts about why after Guilliman returned to his glorious home world, except for the Chief Think Tank, others such as Calgar, who has held the title of "Regent of Macragge" for hundreds of years, all claimed to be sick or received treatment, but at least most people gave up their wild thoughts after seeing the mysterious silver-armored knights appear on the left and right sides of the "Primarch" to guard.

Now, Malcador saw that a huge dining table had been placed under the columns, and the servants had placed fine linen napkins embroidered with white U-shaped emblems, olive branches and other decorations on it. Juicy spiced roasted dinosaurs, roasted root salads mixed with Makula-style yogurt, fresh Far Eastern border fruits and drinks, and seafood rice stewed in a small pan were all placed on the "Warrior" brand plate insulation stand, and there were ice buckets around to cool golden wine and carved silver tableware - someone had ordered all the lead tableware here to be replaced with silver or white copper since he appeared.

Not long after he sat down on the smaller chair beside the table and pressed the anti-gravity button, squinting his eyes to enjoy the relaxing feeling of the breeze.

A slight sound of metal boots stepping on the fine and clean sand and stone floor of the atrium sounded behind him.

"Good day, Master Kadur."

This address made the old man smile with a faint understanding, as if the two young men who stood carefully in front of him with books in their arms that day were still vivid in his mind.

He turned his chair and saw a tall figure approaching.

Gorgeous ultramarine armor, chains and spell-sealed books around his waist, and clear blue eyes that still had a slight smile under the psychic crown of thorns.

"Good day, Julius."