Chapter 96: The Eve of the Emperor's Advent or the Feast of Sanguinius Special: Guilliman Is Attacked

Chapter 96 The Eve of the Emperor's Advent or the Special Chapter of Sanguinius Day·Guilliman Shocked-

At some point between the 41st and 43rd millenniums.

A psychic priest Guilliman and his friends walked into the officers' mess of the Destiny Steel.

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In his unconscious psychic vision, he revealed a horrific scene that would make anyone with a weak mind go crazy and turn into a Chaos Spawn on the spot-this crowded mess hall was filled with a Chaos atmosphere comparable to the realm of evil gods.

The power of the four evil gods spread and clashed here unscrupulously, and every Astartes who waved a dinner plate and wore steel-silver power armor flashed at least a light blessed by the demon god.

"Ultramar..." When his brain, which had been over-shocked, finally confirmed what he saw with his eyes for the hundredth time, Robert Guilliman groaned in disbelief.

Then of course, he charged and drew his short sword-oh, and then he found that he had drawn a priest's staff.

No, if this place is like this, why are there still priests? No, I can't think about it.

But this will not affect my next task of pouring the wrath of the Empire on the heads of traitors. I can still - what else, he fumbled around his waist and tried to pull out his pistol - a heavy book under his robe at the back waist? Strange, when was it hung up? But it feels very hot to the touch -

So he looked down naturally and in accordance with common sense.

Robert Guilliman would regret why he touched and looked at it when he woke up in the countless centuries to come.

"————————!!!!"

The dazzling psychic energy expanded, and the surface melted into a sphere, as if it was a dangerous and beautiful crack of light before a star exploded, and then a huge halo shock wave broke out.

"Wow."

His two companions stood at the door, each holding a whole plate of hot cinnamon butter apple peach pie, one of them holding more - a huge roasted bird - well, it might be some kind of huge bipedal dinosaur - as well as baked cookies and cakes.

Colorful defensive shields, anti-psychic positions and alarms were triggered, and in addition to the overturned tables and chairs, there were people lying on the ground.

They quickly pulled their companion out of the mess, and then carried him away as if nothing had happened.

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"You did a great job, Robert!"

Guilliman, who was dizzy, was pressed into a comfortable armchair by an invisible hand.

"Here, you won it! Ha! I bet those stupid guys didn't even see who attacked them! What a "just victory for Omar"! Hee."

Then someone cut a large piece of delicious-smelling pie for him and placed it in front of him.

"What would you like to drink? I'm very happy today, so in addition to spiced Reka coffee, rose water, apricot pulp and skim Steiger milk, we can also have some of my treasured Terra tea!"

"But you didn't tell him that using psychic power there is a serious violation."

"So what? By the time they remember to track down and go through the procedures and approval procedures, these delicious foods will have disappeared without a trace."

Utherma Atla, who was satisfied with pouring rose syrup and sprinkling sweet raisins on the pie and taking a big bite of hot pie, narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.

"Yes, but there will be no absence of review, confession, investigation, confinement..."

The psychic consultant immediately interrupted "Dorn" who was holding a cup of tea.

"Don't mention these disappointing things on rare days!"

Guilliman finally remembered what had just happened. He carefully moved his hips in his seat and observed the book with the corner of his eye.

The book was not there.

There was a plasma pistol hanging there just as he left the room.

Someone patted him.

Roboute Guilliman looked up, and Dorn's bright blue iris eyes were staring at him.

"Don't worry, Roboute," he said. "It will be over soon."

"Have a bite before you go."

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In the Temple of the Rectification on Macragge.

The Ultramarines gathered anxiously under the stasis shrine where their Gene-Father rested. Surrounding Chapter Master Calgar were all the Chapter Masters who could come to Macragge. On his left was the Chief Librarian, Tigris, and on his right stood the Internal Affairs Captain Bissia. Next to him was Cato Sicarius, followed by the Forge Master Finneas, the Quartermaster, the Recruit Mentor, and the First Captain Agman.

The most respected member of the Ultramarines, Chaplain Otan Cassius, the Lord of the Sanctuary and the Guardian of the Chapter Soul, was solemnly burning incense, performing rituals, and chanting prayers loudly at the shrine of Roboute Guilliman in front of them.

Following the priest's fanatical and pious voice, the haze lingering on everyone's brows dissipated a lot:

The body of their gene father, which was about to disintegrate, and there seemed to be a smaller black shadow in it, began to gradually condense towards the original entity.

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Postscript

A comfortable and secret space on the Destiny Steel that no one can reach

"You had a lot of fun today, and you were satisfied with playing a trick on our brothers. In fact, you are still upset about Nicaea and what happened later, so you used your magic to let Guilliman participate in the experience, right?"

"Haha, why don't we try this piece of synthetic buffalo milk... Yes, I am still upset!" Utherma Atla slammed the table after his quibbling failed, and then he lowered his head after meeting the eyes of the person opposite.

"So you are still the same as before! Extremely confident and love to do dangerous operations, and then let others clean up your ass." On the side opposite him, the dog sneered and input the voice and rolled a plate of rich milk jelly into his mouth with his tongue, and then licked his lips.

"How can it be a dangerous operation?! I have clearly taken all the security and preparation measures this time, and the location I chose is also..."

"If I say it is a dangerous operation, it is a dangerous operation! And the key is the location!!!!" Perturabo barked and roared while recording the voice into the backpack device. The rumbling bass barking sound echoed under the dome like a thundercloud, "You (Olympian swear), don't you know what you are doing?! If you don't know how inappropriate it is, why would you choose to do it there?!"

"Uh..." The seemingly thin mortal grabbed his sleeves and defended himself weakly, "That's not it. I think, after repeated verification, the new connection has been replaced-"

"Although I also don't like Magnus to show off his psychic power and his little tricks like a fool ("Hey! Who is a fool?!"), but from my investigation here, he really couldn't be more cautious this time. There won't be a next time. Calm down, Perturabo."

Someone spoke in the shadow.

"Hmph! That's easy to say! Workload! Who is doing this extra workload?!" The dog turned his head fiercely and stared at the guy who spoke. The other party immediately closed his mouth and began to roll his eyes.

"So--" The dog walked to the table, stood up, and approached his mortal brother, "When can you train that one and start to gather your warriors? We need the underground network and sect power of the Thousand Sons--damn, we need more manpower!"

"... You want him to be a priest, a chief think tank, and an administrative officer. Is it too much for an Astartes body? He is an Astartes, not us."

"Then stop drinking your damn Prospero afternoon tea and help me process the data."

"I believe I can finish the second part of the course soon and start the targeted training of the third part."

"Hmph!"

Quack.

Happy holidays!

It's good to have a delicious beef rice with a person on Christmas alone!

I just didn't expect that the drinking effect of buffalo milk would make me look hideous.