Chapter 777 [220] Guilliman Is in Pain, Why Doesn't He Say It? Say It!

Chapter 777 [220.] Guilliman was in pain, but Guilliman didn’t say it—Why didn’t Guilliman say it? explain!

【Another line of fate】

【Terra】

The eerie light of the eternal sun shone from the sky and fell into the royal court. The king bowed his head in meditation, always with a faint smile on his lips.

[Mortarion...has returned to Barbarus. 】

Guilliman said easily. He subconsciously stroked the hilt of his sword. A light far more chaotic than space flowed in his pupils. No one knew what Robert Guilliman had done during the ten thousand years he had been in charge of the empire. What did he transform himself into - in order to rule this huge empire.

In a way, no one is more conscientious than Guilliman in dealing with the behemoth called the Empire.

There is no one.

Guilliman's eyes were unblinking. Before the king swung his sword, he had already thought thoroughly. An empire's decision-maker should not act rashly, otherwise it would be a blasphemy to the king's position.

ah,

Guilliman raised his hand, hovering in the air.

In this regard, the last king of the empire was obviously not as qualified as Robert Guilliman, so he failed and was imprisoned in a high hall, accompanying his enemies every day.

But... Guilliman lowered his eyes, his long and curled golden eyelashes trembling, and the light shone down, another line of fate... He thought, looking for another line among the hazy memory fragments hidden by thousands of twists and turns. The fate of the world.

Hades...

Guilliman subconsciously recited this strange Gothic word in his mouth. This strange feeling surprised him. The biggest variable in that tributary was also the anchor point for their destiny line to emerge.

It was in order to completely eliminate Pluto that the Lord of Changes, Tzeentch, descended from this line of fate and succeeded in becoming the most powerful one in Chaos ten thousand years ago.

But unfortunately, the current Lord of Change has already become half-dead, Guilliman thought. He was thinking about whether to go to Tzeentch, but the Lord of Change would probably not give useful information.

Guilliman stretched out his hand, and the half of the seat he was sitting on [9] appeared between his fingers. Then, Guilliman reversed the numbers at will, and [9] turned into [6] - In this world line, with the joint efforts of mankind, Next, the Lord of Change half-stepped into the fate of Slaanesh.

This may also be a reflection of fate.

And now...the biggest variable is "Pluto".

Hades, Hades, Hades.

Guilliman pondered silently, wondering where in the galaxy Pluto appeared from, when did he become famous, and how powerful was he, able to panic a Chaos God.

Eyelashes trembling, Guilliman half-covered his blue eyes that looked like a storm coming over the sea. There was no rush, they still had time to observe and deploy.

But from Tzeentch's shattered memories, the only important content that Robert Guilliman could extract was——

Send troops as soon as possible.

The human empire on the other side must not be given enough time to develop, wait until they have everything ready, and then launch an attack towards this destiny.

No, fate must not flow like this. The empire that Robert Guilliman has worked hard for thousands of years will never be destroyed. It will stand on the corpses of its own people and become a behemoth covering the entire galaxy and beyond.

Send troops in advance... They must take the initiative.

Robert Guilliman smiled, remembering the time when Mortarion was half-kneeling in the mess on the ground, looking at him unwillingly——

Robert Guilliman was not the most skilled of all his brothers, but he knew how to use stratagem, and his pawns.

And now, the cold-blooded emperor, Robert Guilliman, sat on his chessboard again. He stretched out his hand towards the chessboard, and the giant hand symbolizing all power descended over the chessboard. Following his actions, three rays of light of different colors came together. Clinging to his calloused hands from holding pens and swords.

The only place where two destinies can be confused...

Robert Guilliman tapped towards the chessboard, and he looked there with interest, the [Eye of Terror].

Chaos can travel through this wall and do something...

But it still needs a little help.

Guilliman mused, remembering the sister sword of the Spinal Sword that had pierced the Emperor and Tzeentch.

Then Guilliman smiled.

Just use it, he thought dryly, thanks to Magnus, the tall Primarch was able to provide him with enough raw material.

……………………

【Positive destiny line】

"Drink more, Guilliman! You finally made up your mind to take a day off today!"

"It's so hard to have a rest--a--oh my god!!"

Hades shouted, holding the bottle of Barbarus in one hand, and then rushed towards Robert Guilliman with a roar.

Guilliman, who was leaning in front of the pile of documents on his desk, retched and pulled the office chair aside in embarrassment, successfully dodging the swinging Hades' pounce.

【Fernus! Fenus! 】

Guilliman shouted as if calling for help. On the other side, without saying a word, Faenus, who exuded a faint white-green light of death in the golden light, pursed his lips - the wine of death was attacking with psychic energy, and Faenus might There would be no stomach, but he would have a soul.

If you have a soul, you can feel the power of Barbarus poison wine! Ba! powerful!

Feinus' eyes were hazy, as if he had entered the mist-filled realm, and swaying, the insect-shaped monster seemed to appear in front of him——

The monster said to him,

[Fuck you. 】

Fainus suddenly returned to the office full of documents. The original body looked at Hades who was pushed over by Guilliman and tried to drink him a lot of shit wine.

"drink,"

Hades looked at Fainus affectionately,

"After drinking and having fun today, I have to go to work again tomorrow."

The huge meaning contained in this sentence instantly overwhelmed Feinus, so Feinus took the wine without hesitation and took a sip.

He looked past the silly Hades and saw Guilliman lying on the desk giving him a thumbs up.

Then—Fernus rolled his eyes—

"That's right! That's right!"

Hades clapped and laughed, but he still grabbed Fainus at the moment when the original body's head touched the ground, so that he could have a buffer between him and the floor. Don't get me wrong, Hades was just afraid that Fainus would make a hole in the floor. Don't want to fix the floor.

Seeing that Fernus had been defeated, Hades smiled, raised his hand and drank the bottle of wine he was holding.

"Happy! Hurray!"

Hades shouted,

"Finally a day off!"

Almost unconscious, but still holding on to some sense, Guilliman raised his hand and pointed in the direction of Hades.

[You have already gone to the titanium field to rest for half a month, Hades, you are too greedy. 】

"But Mortarion is on vacation on Barbarus at this time!"

Hades was heartbroken, and Hades regretted it. Why did he have such a high justice value, but he just didn't know how to run?

As for today's rare holiday, they decided to open champagne and take a day off after discussing the Necron's movements with Trazin and believing that there would not be much of a threat to the empire in the medium term.

On Tyran's side, Trazin also revealed that the Silent King might solve the problem, and now the burden on the human side is even smaller.

After sending Trazin away, they conducted a complex round of imperial risk assessment. Then, based on the answer and the instigation of Hades, Guilliman decided to give them three days off on the spot.

【Mortarion...】

Guilliman, whose face had been pressed tightly against the table just now, was slightly red and stood up unsteadily. His face was full of anger and "How could this be so?!" expressions.

[Mortarion! 】

Guilliman slammed the table, and the poisoned wine made him slurred. Hades walked over and patted Guilliman's shoulder armor.

"explain!"

Hades was also heartbroken,

"Say it louder! I know what you want to say!"

[Mortarion—that bastard Mortarion! 】

Guilliman burped, lowered his head angrily and shouted,

[I also want to go back to Macragge! He lives a cool life! Macragge! ! ! I don't want to be in Terra anymore! Come back to me, Neos! ! ! Ma-ku-la-g-ah! ! ! 】

That mountain! That water! That city! His Macragge! ! !

Guilliman, who had been suppressed for a long time, felt that his mind was in a state of turmoil. He deliberately suppressed the psychic detoxification of the poisonous wine. He needed to be drunk for a while.

If he gives others a holiday, who will give him a holiday?

"The scolding is too clean!"Hades sighed and shook his head.

"The quality needs to be improved!"

To be honest, Mortarion's subjective initiative towards official documents is definitely the lowest level Hades has ever seen. Of course he would like to see Mortarion idle, but when it is time to work - don't show it so obviously There are traces of fishing! Mortarion! !

Hades hiccupped, waved his hand casually, and slapped Guilliman's shoulder armor, causing Guilliman to hiccup as well.

"No, ignore him!"

Hades took another sip of wine,

"I'm here to help you, Guilliman! You have to make a big move, King Qin will sweep the world, reclaim the Galaxy, run around the pillar - punch Nurgle, kick Khorne! If you and I join forces, there will be no enemy in the Galaxy! "

Guilliman took a deep breath and subconsciously reached out. Hades directly thrust another wine bottle into Guilliman's hand. Guilliman took a deep breath and drank!

Goo-goo-goo-goo.

The sound of the bottle being empty echoed around the room, and Guilliman took another deep breath, lowering his voice and turning even redder.

[I have already thought about it. After the first phase of the industrial plan is completed, you, Mortarion and Angron will go and lay the Garden of Nurgle for me. If this is not enough, let Neos take action. At the same time, the Empire Entering the second phase of the plan, productivity will increase by 20.3% to 47.5% within three to five years. At the same time, at least four large legions must complete complete transformation-if the alien intelligence is correct, the Necrons and Tyranids are at war at this time, we will lead The greenskins enter and try to weaken the Necron as much as possible￥#￥%￥#￥%&*]

Hades, who was still excited just now, seemed to have calmed down, and listened dumbfounded to Guilliman's long speech. The Lord of the Empire had obviously completely planned all the subsequent plans. Guilliman now talked about counterattacking subspace, and then talked about Until the Ultramarines capture the throne of Khorne—

Finally, Guilliman took a deep breath, slammed the table, and cried out in pain,

[Damned if these plans succeed! 】

Robert Guilliman is so lucky. He has a biological father who runs away at critical moments. He has brothers who never help unless necessary. He has more than one brother whose mental state is unstable. He gets sick from nowhere and disrupts all plans. brothers, and has an empire that is even more fucked up than his biological father and brothers.

The only bit of luck - Guilliman sighed - Hades is still a Barbarus! This guy turned his elbow toward Mortarion!

Don't think he doesn't know about Hades secretly giving Mortarion a vacation!

On vacation and on official business, you will never be able to deceive the Prince of Power!

Guilliman held his head, why didn't he die a few years earlier? Although Guilliman had already made up enough determination and obsession when he first took power, under the erosion of alcohol and venom, the original body still showed his true feelings for a moment.

"Don't give up! Guilliman!"

Hades's scream gradually became blurry in the ears of Guilliman, who was getting darker and darker. Guilliman may not have been poisoned, but he was so tired that he should rest. Today will be a slumber day. If you have a headache or something, you can worry about it tomorrow when you get up from the pile of papers drunkenly.

The good news is that the documents here are all useless paper and just need to be cleaned up - but they haven't had time to clean up.

Otherwise, none of the three of them would mess up the pile of official documents. Only Conrad and Angron can do this kind of thing.

Hades was still barking and seemed to want to reach out and shake Guilliman. He said affectionately,

"One day we will lie on the beach, bask in the sun, and there will be no more business in the world."

[This sounds like the Emperor's plan...]

Guilliman didn't finish his words. His eyelids sank and he fell asleep.

Hades didn't seem to realize it and was still thinking about it, but then he turned his head and found that Guilliman had not moved. Hades sighed loudly and shook the wine bottle in his hand to ensure that the last drop No wine was wasted either.

Then, Hades turned his head, he picked a good place on the floor, and then lay down on it. Before closing his eyes, Hades did not forget to grab a larger piece of paper and cover his stomach.

But he's wearing a full-face helmet, which is obviously a bit ridiculous.

But, it doesn’t matter.

Hades didn't think about it at all. The next moment, snoring sounded.

A rustling sound sounded from in front of the closed office door.

……………………

【Eye of Silence】

"Today's weather is sunny; the surrounding spiritual energy concentration is extremely low; there are no Karns within a radius of ten miles, so it is suitable for travel."

Two Blackstone Arks were moving rapidly through the Milky Way, with countless chaotic ships surrounding them.

"I feel the scent of my cowardly father in it."

Khayon said with some hesitation. He looked at the dagger floating quietly in the black stone ark at full power and full psychic state.

There is an ominous aura lingering on it, with shining gold and strange blue rolling on it, and a rich black air. Visible to the naked eye, it seems to be made of part of the spine of a giant, and it is still somewhat alive. The flesh and blood is growing, and the spiritual pressure emitting from it is so uncomfortable that even a ten-thousand-year veteran of the Black Legion cannot look directly at the dagger.

Therefore Abaddon did not remove the dagger from the chains of Chaos.

"Maybe that's Magnus."

Abaddon sneered. The meaning behind this sentence made Khayon subconsciously take a step back. He betrayed the Thousand Sons and remained silent, only shaking his head.

"What are we going to do next?"

"Be a dog."

Abaddon laughed, "Be a dog to Chaos."

"Well,"

Khayon looked at Abaddon. He seemed to be in a bad state of mind. Ever since Huron began to harass Abaddon's former territory, Abaddon's expression had become increasingly irritable.

Kayon said carefully,

"Uh, I know, I mean, what exactly are we going to do?"

"Reverse the Eye of Silence's anti-psionic field."

Abaddon said calmly,

"It won't take long, and it doesn't even have to be successful - just let the Necrons notice this place. This is their previous territory."

"Then?"

"Then they will notice what the human empire has finally grown into, and what trouble it has caused them - most of the obelisk arrays they used to suppress the subspace have been damaged."

Abaddon said calmly, he might have looked away.

Maybe.

"The aliens won't care that we messed up their buildings - to them, we and the Empire are both humans, and there is no difference."

This sentence made Abaddon couldn't help but laugh, but in fact, this is how the Necrons really viewed them. The superior ancient race did not care about the different subdivisions within the new race. Compared with the human empire, How sad that they end up lumped together.

Abaddon smiled, with a sad look on his lips.

…………………………

"?"

The Silent King raised his gaze from the astrolabe. On the astrolabe, its army was fighting with the Storm King - both sides were restrained from expanding the scale. This was just a "discussion" in the name of communication.

Even though the Storm King is sarcastic, he has not yet crossed the Silent King's final bottom line, and the Silent King is far more magnanimous than before -

There is no other reason, because the unified command has disappeared, and the Silent King needs to maintain its pressure on the other dynasties. It cannot directly command the pharaohs, but as long as its majesty remains, these old fools are happy to continue to surrender to it. Instead of the Storm King.

The ruler of the Necrons raised his eyes in confusion and looked at the star field where the Eye of Silence was.

………………………

【Terra】

【Um? ! 】

Guilliman trembled suddenly, as if he felt something ominous. He raised his head suddenly, but was immediately met with a pair of dark and fierce eyes.

Bang!

Guilliman subconsciously stood up and stepped back, holding his sword. Then, the Lord of the Empire shouted angrily,

[Conrad Curze! Get off my desk!!!]

Golden light shines! Conrad screams——

[I just want to see what happened to you three! You are making a lot of noise!!! I thought you were dead!]

[That's not a reason for you to squat on my desk!!!]

Guilliman roared, waved his sword, Conrad fled, ran quickly, Hades lying on the ground was hit by Conrad, uh, the action was too light, and the fainting Hades was not awakened.

Hades' snoring became louder.

Nothing happened on Terra today.