Chapter 773 [216] Oops

Chapter 773 【216】.oops

【Terra】

"This is also a good thing..."

"Mechanical Magus", no, or rather Trazin was murmuring. Beside it, two tall Ultramarines were accompanying it, escorting it to the reception room.

At Trazin's request, this meeting is secretive and does not show off the imperial aura. It is best to be quiet and not be observed by most people or things.

This is a solemn and solemn matter, but the words in Trazin's mouth often make the Ultramarines feel ashamed. On the tense face, if you look closely, you can see the corners of his mouth that are pursed.

I saw Trazin walking among the towering corridors of the palace, and countless golden sculptures were overlooking this alien from the dome - any alien would feel nervous because of this.

But Trazin is familiar with the road, as if he is returning to his own home. It even looks more familiar with this place than the Ultramarines who have been working here for more than a few years. It steps on the red carpet with brisk steps, and from time to time, it flashes its Looking away with green eyes.

The Ultramarines who were walking with Trazin even felt that if there was no one here, Trazin would not hesitate to reach out to somewhere in the palace and successfully take part of it back quietly.

What they don't know is that Trazin not only has a lot of collections from the human Terra Palace, this alien who is famous for his collections even has formations of Ultramarines from different eras. In addition, Trazin even has human collections. Collection of the Custodes.

Of course, these are naturally not known to humans except Hades and Neos, just like Trazin leaked Necron technology and was not known to the Necron except Ourrican. That way.

Both sides get what they need, and they are so bad that they become one.

"Tarrazin?"

A low greeting sounded, and Trazin watched as the two ultramarines beside it took a step back respectfully, and then saluted the truly most powerful person in the human empire.

"Long time no see, Hades."

Trazin said briskly, wrong. In fact, it sees Hades every day. It has placed many ears, eyes and mechanical sages on Hades' side, and Hades is also aware of this.

Sometimes, if the mechanical magi offered some local specialties that Hades was not interested in, Hades would leave a portion for Trazin.

The collusive relationship between the two alien races is so close that Trazin firmly believes that if it asks for the potion bottle on Mortarion's waist, Hades will also give it a copy after a little thought -

After all, most of the weapons flowing down the assembly line of the empire's forging planet, with the green light shining in them, are attributed to Trazin.

"You go about your business first, I will tell Guilliman."

Hades told the two Ultramarines that Trazin stood aside watching the show and reached out to the wall next to it. The natural luminous pearls inlaid on it were also rare.

The two ultramarines looked at each other and left respectfully. Trazin played with the shimmering beads in his hands and waited for Hades.

"Are you very busy recently?"

Hades said, his tone obviously becoming more casual. He turned to look at Trazin and motioned for Trazin to follow him.

"Busy, but not too busy, in short, a little bit busy."

Trazin joked, put away the beads, and then looked at the treasure vase next to the corridor.

Hades was speechless for a while. Trazin, who bickered with Ourrican every day, also learned the essence of language. There was a rustling sound behind him - Hades didn't care.

Steal, what happened to letting Trazin steal something?

Trazin came empty-handed - evil aliens came to steal from the Empire; Trazin brought Necron weapons - nothing happened to the Empire today; Trazin brought Necron technology - the Empire's largest Allied friends praised the empire's culture, and then the empire gave their friends imperial cultural gifts.

"How's it going over there?"

Hades mentioned casually, and he didn't expect to ask anything.

But this sentence successfully made Trazin stop what he was doing. The Necron was obviously a little embarrassed, and Hades turned back.

"There's a slight problem."

Trazin coughed twice, and it replied with a guilty conscience,

"According to Ourrican, more than half of the fate lines had similar problems, so it sent a team to check - and the result was that they all lost contact."

"All lost contact?"

Hades opened his eyes wide, and Trazin coughed twice in a very anthropomorphic manner.

"This is not impossible. After all, it is difficult to cross the line of destiny. In fact, Ourrican used some special means... to successfully send them across, but there was no news after that."

"Is it possible that this is the dispatch team's own problem?"

Hades asked subconsciously, but Trazin shook his head extremely firmly. It looked at Hades as if it was a little offended.

"I'm pretty sure there's nothing wrong with this army!"

because! yes! Trazin's soldiers gathered by Orikan! ! !

Hades blinked. He was also going to ask Trazin what the "similar problem" was, but they were almost reaching the living room. Next, they would talk to Guilliman about the contract first, and then ask again. Bar.

After all, although Trazin was very easy-going with Hades, she still had to show some momentum when facing Guilliman.

Today's Trazin has even put on a more refined body, with silver and green talismans carved on it, showing the power and mystery of the alien race.

"Guilliman, Trazyn is coming!"

Hades shouted and then pushed open the door of the living room.

………………………………

【Another line of fate】

【? ? ? 】

【Terra】

[Long time no see, Mortarion, the first rebel. 】

Robert Guilliman, the Lord of the Empire, said calmly, with occasional pressure in his voice. He was sitting on his eternal throne, with the threads of the Empire's fate hanging down, connected to his glittering crown. .

Mortari quietly raised his eyes and looked directly at Robert Guilliman. The crown on his blond hair was inlaid with the gem that symbolized the loyalty of the primarchs. On it, a dull gray-green gem was dimming. Like a stone stained with moss.

Mortarion stood so upright, and the four corners of the entire imperial court were filled with endless darkness, as if it truly extended to the unfathomable four fields.

In the meantime, the roars and curses of being imprisoned and tortured came from it, and from time to time, violent psychic lightning crackled, but in the darkness that devoured everything, everything was in vain.

White light poured down from the top of the void, illuminating the throne and the true master of the empire on the throne. Guilliman's azure eyes were shining.

【salute,】

Guilliman said calmly, looking down at Mortarion,

【My brother. 】

He reminded Mortarion, and Mortarion felt a lump in his throat. The golden inverted crown chain wrapped around his pale and thin neck lit up, and Mortarion made a breathy sound.

Then, his spine, which was always straight, always erect, and never willing to surrender, slowly bent, along with his knees that seemed to never bend.

[...Good day, Lord of the Empire. 】

The white light shines on the eyelashes of the Pale Lord, along with his straight nose and handsome face mixed with gloom.

[Good day, Mortarion. 】

Guilliman said casually, motioning for Mortarion to stand up. Mortarion stood up almost immediately, unwilling to stay on the ground for even a moment.

He would kneel down in front of a soldier's hospital bed, and he would kneel down in front of a soldier's bones, but he would never kneel down to a superior person, unless...unless he needed to surrender to his fate first.

Only fate will make him surrender temporarily, but the temporary silence is to better resist. Mortarion remembered the story Hades once told him. A king would rather be the enemy's king for the sake of his country and people. A slave who endures humiliation and heavy burdens.

It's funny to say that Mortarion was always distracted by the truths and stories that Hades told him in a cram-like manner. However, after the Primarch returned to the Empire, Mortarion often recalled those simple and childish stories on some occasions. story, and then truly understand the underlying meaning.

...and he began to grow, standing in the shadow of the dead.

[Why did you call me here, Guilliman? 】

Mortarion asked stiffly. He was not like this when facing other primarchs. When facing his other unworldly brothers, Mortarion would be more humble, calmer, and more tolerant.

Except Robert Guilliman.

Oh, and add Angron the Zealot, the emotional voyeur.

[I just want to see you, okay? 】

Guilliman replied that Mortarion thought this was nonsense. Just as Mortarion treated Guilliman specially, Guilliman, who had always pursued efficiency, would also tease Mortarion more.

Joking?

I'm afraid it's not humiliation.

Thinking of this, the golden chain around Mortarion's neck became even more dazzling, and Mortarion made a sound of discomfort, which seemed to make Guilliman even more happy.

Take control.

Only extreme control would make Guilliman feel happy. Against the light, Mortarion glanced at Guilliman - the true control freak. Only such people have a pathological desire for power. They want people to turn towards him. Kneel down, expose your fragile neck, crawl on the ground, and follow his so-called correct footsteps.

At this time, the control freak will promise his slaves a grand future, a make-or-break environment, and a more brainwashed reality. This is Robert Guilliman.

What made Mortarion laugh was that in the Empire's portrayal of the Lord of the Empire, Guilliman deliberately avoided a method similar to the Emperor's. On the contrary, in the Empire's propaganda, this cold-blooded king, Robert ·Guilliman has the virtues of mercy and gentleness. He loves all his people.

Total fart.

Mortarion thought to himself that even if this was true, Robert Guilliman's so-called "love" was extremely twisted.

I had bad luck working with him for seven lifetimes, but only Robert Guilliman could withstand such a high-intensity office. Only Robert could control an entire empire of such a huge size - and do it without ruining it.

So Mortarion raised his head, letting the dazzling white light hit his pale face, and Mortarion showed an extremely polite and gentle smile——

If Hades in the main world saw this scene, I'm afraid he wouldn't immediately scream "Ghost!" and jump away.

Mortarion in the main world always has the wrinkled appearance of an old farmer, coupled with a mean nose and thin lips. When he smiles, he will definitely roll his eyes and look weird, and it seems that he will say "he-tui" to you in the next moment. !" It's like spitting.

But Mortarion here has the appearance of a royal child. Obviously the owner of this face has undergone facial treatment similar to that of a phoenix or an angel. Well, maybe Mortarion should have looked like this.

[So now you see me - can I leave? 】

Guilliman laughed and spread his hands,

[Don’t be so boring, my brother, you are always too sad. Obviously under our governance, the empire is thriving. 】

Mortarion took a deep breath.

[I am not sad about the glory under your rule. On the contrary, I want to see the glory of the human empire more than anyone else. 】

[Is this also the vision of your “brother” who died young? 】

Guilliman asked casually. Ever since Mortarion came in, the inhuman king had never blinked once. Guilliman's sapphire blue eyes were like inorganic gems, emotionless.

In sharp contrast to the corners of his pursed lips.

Mortarion felt a faint sense of irritation - few people knew the past on Barbarus, except for the good-hearted Angron, and Guilliman, Guilliman... damn Guilliman.

His desire for control made him curiously peer into the pain and past of each Primarch, and eventually became the whip he used to command the Primarchs, whipping their wounds and making the animals angry, so as to better pull the behemoth of the Empire. go ahead.

【yes. 】

Mortarion replied calmly. He had controlled his anger very well. The rise in blood pressure and excessive blood flow would be noticed by Guilliman, and then turned into a sword of words that stabbed Mortarion again.

[He once described to me a utopia where only human beings exist... There is no war, and people live and work in peace and contentment - the old have a place to die, the strong have a use, the young have a place to grow, and the widowed, widowed, lonely, and sick are all provided with support. 】

Mortarion recited that sentence, Hades's ideal...it was also the place where he came from. Is there really such a peaceful corner of the galaxy? It's probably nothing more than falsehood.

Guilliman pondered for a moment, then spoke,

[A simple and unrealistic idea, but considering that Barbarus is a self-sufficient planet of small farmers, I can also understand your "brother"'s thoughts - he is indeed an outstanding person among you. If he is still alive, I think I will definitely like him very much. 】

Mortarion almost vomited in his heart. He couldn't stand it anymore. If the angry Karas or Herrera were standing here, then they would definitely fly up and kick Guilliman directly.

But this is Mortarion.

It is the sad Mortarion who has to endure everything, and the Mortarion who is willing to sacrifice everything in order to resist fate.

So he could only make a pale and futile cry,

【Um. 】

This obviously made Guilliman happy again, so after humiliating Mortarion, Guilliman finally revealed the real reason why he called Mortarion over.

[Do you remember the Necron? 】

Guilliman suddenly asked, surprising Mortarion.

The Necrons are the most dangerous enemy the Empire of Man has ever faced. After the Empire discovered the scale of the Necrons, Robert Guilliman, the Lord of the Empire, made an immediate decision and united with Khorne, Nurgle, and Slaanesh to liberate themselves. Sufficient power was taken out of the subspace, and then the entire human empire was mobilized.

It took the Human Empire more than three thousand years. Under Guilliman's cruel oppression, most of the sleeping Necron tombs were completely destroyed by organizing the Imperial Army carrying annihilation bombs and the Mechanicum's tomb-robbing teams.

The planet where the Necron tomb is discovered will be isolated, and then the dynasty's "alarm clock" will be carefully removed, and then the dynasty's means of sending messages to the outside world will be cut off using psychic powers.

After this, the entire planet will be dragged into the shattering storm formed by the original body in the warp - it was the former site of the Labyrinth of Tzeentch, but now it has been turned into an everything-shattering storm by Robert Guilliman area.

Robert Guilliman once said bluntly that the Empire's victory was based on the fact that the Necrons had not yet recovered. If the Necron were to recover, the human Empire would be destroyed directly.

During this period, there were many dangerous battles. The Necron army had not yet recovered, the Necron were awakened by accident, and the Silent King returned from beyond the river.

But what they faced was the primarch whose entire staff had been upgraded to demons, humans who were collaborating with Chaos, and the human empire which had been cruelly ruled by Robert Guilliman for six thousand years and existed only for production and war.

This is why Mortarion chose Guilliman. Only Guilliman, only Robert Guilliman, can mobilize an entire empire in a short time, and make the entire empire work for a goal that in the eyes of others is like a dream. Sacrifice of the Human Empire.

It is Robert Guilliman who can lead the human empire to glory.

Although individuals called humans suffered and struggled under his rule, their entire being, from body to soul to productivity, was all sacrificed and exploited for the sake of the Empire under Guilliman's governance.

【Necrons? Hasn't it been destroyed? 】

The three-thousand-year battle that mobilized the entire empire has long since ended, but when thinking back to those years of working and fighting until the light of day, Mortarion still trembles subconsciously.

The extermination campaign against the Necrons was also the most thorough, and Guilliman knew better than anyone that such existences must be eradicated.

【uh-huh. 】

Guilliman should arrive,

[Guess what I discovered recently? An entire Necron Deathmark army. 】

【? ! 】

[Didn’t the Necrons already——]

[From another destiny. 】

Guilliman said briskly, he looked at Mortarion, it has been more than two thousand years, since the last battle to completely wipe out the greenskins and then use them as production tools, the Empire has not fought a battle for more than two thousand years.

This is the coloring game that belongs to Robert Guilliman.

[Motarion, didn't you say... you wanted to see another destiny? ]

Guilliman smiled, his sapphire eyes were shining.

[Let's go to war. ]

Motarion opened his eyes wide in surprise, and the inverted crown on his neck flickered because of it.