Chapter 711 4 Meet in the Hangar, Do Not Wear Armor

Chapter 711 4. When meeting in the hangar, do not wear armor

Lona Thistle, the current Second Captain of the Emperor's Children, was running at a furious pace.

Considering where he was at the moment, this run could definitely be labeled 'unusual'. After all, no matter what, the Emperor's Children all have extremely special feelings for the fortress of 'Eagle Wings'.

Today's Chemos is no longer as harsh an environment as it used to be. Giant cities have risen from the ground, and wrapped in ecological domes, they have things that most worlds in the empire have never had.

This all relies on Fulgrim, who made separate layouts and plans for each city in his hometown. The governance talent that is often ignored or hidden under that handsome face is reborn the moment he draws the design drawings. Get a new life.

Each city has developed unique industries according to local conditions, but no matter what, it can be divided into three independent but connected areas, namely the industrial area, the living area and the government area. Residents have a good life, and their work is beneficial. With the income, he will have enough food and clothing.

However, many officials who came to Chemos on official business relied on their own abilities to notice one of the details and asked: Where is the military garrison? Why doesn't Phoenix set up a protective force for these miraculous cities?

Their questions will be completely answered after looking up at the sky, and that answer is this giant suspended fortress called Eagle Wings.

Since its creation, every Emperor's Son in the post-Legion era has been trained, grown, and tasked within it. Chemos is their hometown, and Eagle Wings is truly home.

The honor earned bit by bit by their own hands cannot be replaced by anything.

That's why Lonatistel's running wildly at this moment is so surprising. What he steps on is the certificate of honor made from the armor of his predecessors. Hanging on both sides of him are heroes who died in battle. , he would show them the utmost respect in the past

But not now. At this moment, he only has one thought.

Two minutes later, he burst through a wide open door and realized it completely.

"Primarch!"

Fulgrim turned around slowly.

The rare leisurely display on the terrace of his private residence had completely disappeared, replaced by a kind of calm gloom, escaping from those once bright and now deep eyes.

If someone with hands and eyes can obtain a portrait of the Third Primarch from ten thousand years ago, and then compare it with this person at this time, he will definitely be surprised, and then angry, and the person who sells the painting will be in disaster. .

Because the current Primarch of the Third Legion bears almost no resemblance to the dazzlingly handsome demigod in the portrait. The profundity between his brows no longer makes people feel love and heartache, only the overwhelming majesty remains; the cheeks under the cheekbones are no longer full, and the sharp arc is shocking.

In the past, it was an endless blue ocean, and anyone could easily recognize its beauty and sink into it. But now, the ocean has changed, storms are gathering, waves are crashing, and thunder is about to strike from time to time.

He is still beautiful, but only the truly brave can ignore fear and admire instead.

"How long?" Fulgrim asked calmly.

"Ten minutes at most." Lonatistel quickly replied. "As early as seventeen minutes ago, Kius sent us a notice through the orbital space station. He, Balastal and Ramitz will directly land on the Eagle Wings on the Inquisitor's shuttle. "

"Very good." Phoenix said. "Where's Saul Tarvitz?"

"The Chapter Master said he felt nothing."

Lonatistel answered truthfully, her tone sounding quite cautious. And he got a moment of silence, and a cold smile suddenly appeared on Phoenix's face.

"Okay, then there is no need to notify him of the teleportation - as for now, call your company and have them come to Hangar No. 5 to be on standby in the shortest possible time, fully armed and with their guns loaded."

Lonatistel was horrified.

"Do as I say," Fulgrim said calmly. "There are some things you don't know, but since Tavitz feels nothing, prove it. Ha, whatever."

He lowered his shoulders, placed his left hand on the ceremonial sword at his waist, and rubbed the handle carefully with his fingers. A real killing intent boiled up, deeply hurting Lonatistel's eyes.

"Primarch?"

The Second Captain called softly, but Fulgrim ignored him and just whispered.

"I really wish it was him, Lonatistel. However, your Chapter Master didn't feel anything. Do you understand what this means?"

Phoenix tilted his head slightly, with no concealment of the violence in his eyes. Veins popped up on his forehead and his masseter muscles tightened, but a smile forced his lips.

"Whoever dares to act in his name—" Fulgrim declared slowly. "——I must seek justice for him first, otherwise I will have trouble sleeping and eating, my son."

No matter how many questions the second company commander had, such as the matter of the Imperial Guard accompanying him, he had nothing to say at this moment and could only bury his head deeply.

"Your will be obeyed."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and disappeared into the darkness, leaving Phoenix alone waiting with his sword pressed, his eyes as fierce as the fire spiraling in the cemetery.

——

Gius thought that he had suffered enough and big enough shocks in the past few days, but his will could not affect the outside world, or it could not be said yet.

The moment he stepped onto the shuttle under his feet, the impact hit him again, this time it was particularly fierce and almost overwhelmed him. So where does this impact come from? How could a shuttle make him lose his temper like this? The answer starts with a wine cabinet.

As we all know, the Skyhawk shuttle is a model exclusively used by nobles and officials. It is often modified according to the identity and social status of the user. It is natural to have a wine cabinet.

Gius was once a brewing apprentice, and was taken to the Third Legion for selection before he left the profession. However, he did not give up on this craft. Instead, he continued to improve it according to books without anyone teaching him.

Over the past nineteen years, this craft, just like himself, has continued to grow stronger, more advanced, and more excellent - and to this day, the wines he produces have been recognized by many brothers in the legion.

However, when he stood in front of the wine cabinet, he found that he could not recognize their types at all.

It's not that he has never drank good wine, even a rare wine like Catalin white wine, he has drank a few glasses under the light of the original body. But these are packaged in different, well-designed bottles, swaying with the trembling of the body and blooming with dazzling brilliance of strange delicacies, as well as the signature of the seal attached to them.

Robert Guilliman? Kius almost wondered if there was something wrong with his eyes.

It was at this moment that the judge came over.

"Ah, you like wine, don't you, Corporal?" he laughed. "If we don't have to do anything else, we can have a few drinks. Speaking of which, if we really want to drink, which bottle are you most interested in?"

The corporal turned sideways, glanced at him numbly, then raised his hand and pointed to the third column of the second row of the wine cabinet. He just pointed at it casually to facilitate communication, but there was a beautiful white porcelain bottle with regular blue patterns printed on the surface, and a seal stuck to the mouth of the bottle.

It reads: Winemaker Revioso’s work, Kiss from the Rose. I recommend drinking it before or after a meal to maximize its taste to your taste buds - Robert Guilliman.

"Okay, I understand." The judge nodded. "There is a high probability that there will be a dinner party tonight. I guarantee you, Kius, this bottle of wine will be in your hands by then."

Upon hearing this, the corporal subconsciously saluted and thanked him - however, when his rationality returned, silence inevitably enveloped him again.

"But, but, sir," young Ramitz tapped his prosthetic eye and spoke in confusion. “This bottle of wine really is.”

The Inquisitor shrugged: "I don't think anyone in the empire dares to imitate his handwriting - and besides, wouldn't it be too stupid to be so bold and painstaking, just to build a wooden wine cabinet that can only be used to scare people except for drinking? Some?"

Listening to his words, Gius's heart suddenly sank. Not for anything else, just because he knew Ramitz's character very well. Although this young underachiever lost one eye early, he still has great enthusiasm and is full of curiosity about the world.

He will definitely stand next to me and continue this conversation. The corporal thought helplessly and amusedly.

His hunch was spot on.

"In other words, you know not only our Primarch, but also the Primarch of the Ultramarines, the Honorable Robert Guilliman?"

"Many people in the empire know him." The judge smiled. "Don't you know him too, Ramitz? You must also know the news that he finally returned to the empire with the Ultramarines not long ago, right?"

"I'm afraid what you said about me means two different things."

"Then what do I mean? What do you mean?" The judge blinked and spread his hands. "You have to say it, young man? It's not a good habit to play riddles."

Gius frowned secretly, feeling that the Grand Inquisitor always had a kindliness that came from nowhere when talking to them. Logically speaking, this tone should make them feel disgusted, but coming from his mouth, it happened to be very appropriate.

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And the corporal who was called 'young man' narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking, is he admitting it in disguise?

"What I mean is-" After half a sentence was spoken, Ramitz sighed belatedly. "——Are you kidding me, Lord Khalil?"

"Just Khalil, there's no need for adults to come and go. As for whether this is a joke, I think it depends on you."

The judge lowered his hands and began to talk.

He displayed an astonishing erudition, moving from the concept of yourself into philosophy and then into astronomy and anatomy. The short flight time gradually came to an end in his soft and gentle voice, and Ramitz was so entranced by what he heard that he completely forgot what he had asked about in the first place. His whole heart was sunk in the interrogation and torture described by the judge. 'among the borders'.

It wasn't until the Skyhawk shuttle landed heavily that he belatedly realized what had just happened, so he immediately went to find his squad leader, quite panicked.

Gius glanced at him calmly and said nothing, just shook his head slightly.

The hatch fell, metal collided with metal, and a distant echo burst out in the fifth hangar.

Gius raised his hand to put on his helmet, nodded slightly to the Inquisitor, and then led his team into striding off the shuttle. The fact that he returned to Eagle Wings finally calmed his mind and he was no longer troubled by anxiety.

He raised his eyes to look at his original body, took a deep breath, and strode towards him.

There was a smile on the latter's face, as if he was welcoming their return - if nothing happened, Fulgrim would often wait in the hangar in advance, just to meet the Emperor's Children as soon as possible after their patrol. This time is no exception.

The corporal's heart was firmly fixed on the smile of the original body, but a terrifying pain suddenly appeared in his mind. This pain made him clear up quickly, and also allowed him to see clearly the hundred silent shapes in the deep darkness behind his original body.

Kius Xolani had never been more frightened than he was now in his life.

When he was still five steps away from the original body, he stopped abruptly. The steel boots rubbed against the armor plate, causing sparks and an extremely sharp sound to erupt.

"Gius?" Fulgrim looked over with a smile. "What's wrong?"

The corporal looked at him at a loss, but also in extreme panic, unable to say a word.

He wondered what had happened to allow his Primarch to place a hundred of his armed brothers here. He also didn't understand why his original body's smile looked so cold and strange at the moment.

He subconsciously raised his hand and pressed it on his chest. The ceramic steel blocked the possibility of him touching the eagle, but it also allowed him to instantly remember an oath.

Loyal to the Emperor.

Gritting his teeth, Gius Solani put his fear behind his head and spoke tremblingly: "Primarch, please explain, what is going on?"

"I'll explain it to you later, but for now -"

Fulgrim slowly pulled out the long sword from his waist. It was obviously just a ceremonial sword, but when it fell into his hand, Gius's eyes stung. The smile on his face was still there, but it was filled with chills.

"—Where's that Khalil Lohars you saw? Let him come out."

Gius opened his mouth, but only made a series of gasping sounds. He subconsciously took a step forward and raised his left hand slightly, trying to return the sword to its scabbard.

However, a hand prevented him from doing so.

The owner of this hand appeared silently in front of him and Fulgrim. He doesn't seem to have moved here, but more like he has existed from ancient times. He was here long before the first batch of colonists on Chemos arrived.

"Eternal night above, Fulgen"

Khalil Lohars turned to face Phoenix, took off his wide-brimmed hat, and slowly shook his head.

"Have you had any issues with the Inquisition in the past?" he said tactfully. "That's not true, is it?"

Fulgrim did not answer, but behind him there was the sound of a gun being raised. A golden shadow rushed from the other side of the shuttle, the sword unsheathed, and stood coldly in front of the judge.

"Put down your guns," he declared. "Do not fire, Children of the Emperor, or you will plunge your legion and the world into a state of eternal doom."

He spoke so indifferently and calmly that even the emperor's sons fell into a moment of angry thinking about what was contained in this sentence. They expected to get orders from the original body, but their original intention was to get orders from the original body. The body only does three things.

One is to let go so that the ceremonial sword falls to the ground. The second is to move forward, bypass the imperial army and come to the judge.

Three, it’s a hug.

A few seconds later, the Grand Inquisitor, with his feet off the ground, spoke softly: "Fulgrim? Can we communicate down to earth?"

He got no answer.