Chapter 94 Emperor's Advent Day (?) Special Chapter 1 (Original Chapter 88 (Deleted))

Chapter 94 Special Chapter of the Emperor's Advent Day (?)·Part 1 (Original Chapter 88 (Deleted))

In the void of sadness, silence and endless darkness.

He was sleeping quietly.

Unaware, endless, stagnant, exhausted, cold and pale.

The bouquet presented to him was enough to drown the statue of the god in sorrow, hope, desire, courage and... love.

It was originally like this.

Until the moment came.

But some movements gradually became vivid, and the sound, light and smell molecules impacted his sensitive five senses.

The sound of the hissing flow of air gently brushed his eardrums.

The smell that could be tasted... was very clean and cold, but the other ingredients were very complex and he couldn't tell.

In the distance, his ears caught the strong pulsation of the engine room.

The familiar background noise of the universe.

The mechanical noise during navigation.

It was on the void ship.

This ship... is very big.

10 kilometers? 15 kilometers? Far more than that...

The gravity, volume and power of this structure may belong to a Glorious Queen class or a giant ship of the same level...

But he clearly remembers when he fell down--! No--! Hill--!

I can't die yet, not now, there are too many unfinished business, too many, too many, too many, without me, what will Russ do, what about the Khan?

Father...who will guide...them--in the future--? !

Huh! !

Robot Guilliman's eyes, as blue as the clear sky, suddenly opened.

The Primarch of the Ultramarines jumped up from the bed and breathed heavily. More oxygen entering his airway and lungs made him wake up instantly.

Then he slowly closed his eyes again, not because of discomfort or other reasons, but simply--

The place he saw was too...normal. Compared with the scene he saw last time, with just one glance, Robert Guilliman knew that the place he was in now must be peaceful and safe for a long time.

All weapons were neatly arranged on the built-in weapon rack illuminated by the bright built-in lights. They were of various types, including long-range and close-range weapons, and most of them had many improved, novel and advanced structures.

However, many details on the handles and other parts of the weapon racks suggested that their owners should have only used them for simulation and practice shooting. Some of the things that the sons of war knew well were not on these equipment. On the contrary, the slight wear and tear that could only be formed by frequent wiping could show that the owner could maintain the weapons regularly on weekdays.

He glanced again, and the shiny silver-plated surface on the side of the weapon rack reflected his own deformed blond and blue-eyed face.

But the Primarch's memory was very certain that he had never ordered the construction, ownership or temporary residence of such a room.

Although the overall layout style of the room did have 70% of the charm that the Thirteenth Primarch liked, the main problem was that there was still too little blue and gold.

Therefore, in summary, since he didn't know why he was here and where this place was, he should still have enough personal time and space to think about some urgent issues at the moment.

This was different from the atmosphere on any of the Glorious Queen-class ships he remembered.

Waking up without any offspring around him also confused the Thirteenth Primarch for a while.

This lack of information was rare for Guilliman, but it would soon be made up with the Primarch's actions.

Under Guilliman's fingers, the touch of the bed sheet fabric became clear. He twisted it and found that it was a kind of logistics product that was not expensive but very suitable for use on the ship. The cleanliness was very good, and it could be seen that the logistics officer and staff were very meticulous.

He sniffed hard again, and the complex and expensive incense smell that permeated the room rushed into his nostrils, making him frown slightly.

He tasted the fragrance of ritual candles, aged parchment, quills, special inks, saffron, agarwood, spicy roses and incense embers, which reminded him of a red-skinned brother who had fallen and become a traitor but still remembered that he liked to use spices.

Guilliman put his feet on the ground, and he could feel the pure vitality flowing through his body like the morning sun.

The pain and burning sensation of the poison that his fallen brother, Fulgrim, had injected into his entire body's fluid circulation system during the duel on the Emperor's Pride had now completely disappeared, replaced by a strangely refreshing but slightly stagnant feeling.

As if -

His eyes suddenly focused, and Roboute Guilliman finally saw the style and size of the armor on the power armor frame of the owner of this room.

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A moment later, a battle-brother wearing fine black priest power armor and a skull helmet, who walked lightly and inexplicably awkwardly, appeared in the passage of the ship.

He walked cautiously in this huge ship that was still cleaner and emptier than most ships in his memory.

Guilliman's own flagship, Macragge's Honor, was of course also very neat, but his descendants would decorate the space with many elegant or hand-made flags, tapestries or other souvenirs, and his flagship would never lack popularity, and the bustling affairs officers and on-duty descendants would always occupy a corner of the vision of anyone passing by.

The number of personnel that have appeared here so far seems to be completely insufficient to support the normal operation of a Queen of Glory-class ship.

He glanced at the dark starry sky outside the porthole and the starlight in the distance.

What exactly is this——

Two footsteps appeared in the passage behind him, and he pretended to be casual and continued walking forward.

"Oh, so you are here, Robert."

The voice was unfamiliar, but the familiar subtlety of the way it spoke made the blood rush to his cheeks.

He clenched his fists and turned around.

Casillas' robe and staff.

Guilliman's first reaction was to the old man. Similar wands.

But people are completely different.

The person talking to him was a thin mortal young man with skin as dark as fragrant wood and beautiful eyes as big as the green sea.

The other party looked relaxed and happy, but the Thirteenth Primarch's guard was still not down. That subtle tone in his memory matched the characteristics of only one person - a traitor.

But most of his attention was immediately taken away by what happened next.

The Astartes beside the mortal youth took off his white helmet with the red spiral logo, revealing his familiar face.

That was the face of Rogal Dorn, who had also become young and flawless.

The scaled-down face of Dorn, his seventh brother, greeted him calmly.

"Hello, Robert."

Guilliman's proudly rational mind was now in complete chaos.

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++Emperor's Advent Day Special Part 1++

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Please think of it as a special holiday dream of Daluobao——!

Since Christmas Eve is tonight, tomorrow is Christmas Day, and the day after tomorrow is the Emperor’s Day, then it’s perfect to finish writing today and tomorrow——

Today is a holiday night that needs warmth and warmth, so I am attaching it to you all (although it is an old photo taken secretly)

Hot and fluffy giant border collie pillow that kicks off the quilt while sleeping

(There is still about 10 centimeters between the two pillows, so you can compare how big they are)

Gua!

Good night, sweet dreams!