Chapter 255: The Rise of the Primarch: The Vanishing Plague

Khar is a habitable planet located in the eastern nebula arm of the Ultramar sector. Long before the dark clouds of the Golden Age enveloped the Milky Way, Khar had already become a prosperous and populous planet. Unfortunately, in the turmoil of the Age of Strife, Khar did not escape the fate of destruction.

Food shortages and lack of resources led to large-scale civil wars. The once magnificent cities of the Golden Age were destroyed, and humans killed each other. In just a few centuries, Khar's civilization was destroyed. Unknown biological weapons used during the civil war caused a sharp drop in the planet's population.

It is said that at that time, the blue would permeate the ground of Khar, and the plains, valleys and riverbanks would be filled with those poisonous gases. The residents of Khar could only live on the mountains, cliffs and cliffs, which also shaped Khar's unique characteristics.

But even so, the disputes between humans never stopped. The decline of science and civilization did not stop the war. The people of Korhal continued to fight with airships, hot air balloons and all weapons that could float. This meaningless dispute lasted until the early days of the Great Crusade.

In the first hundred years of the Great Crusade, when the Emperor and Vitor found Guilliman and entrusted the XIII Legion to him, Guilliman led the Ultramarines to liberate the entire Ultramar sector. Five hundred worlds returned to the embrace of civilization, and Korhal was no exception.

Guilliman brought civilization, technology and salvation. Under the order of the Primarch himself, the Mechanicus used their excellent technological creations to eliminate most of the poisonous gas pollution on the planet itself. The only valleys, wastelands and swamps still retained the remnants of the old times. In addition, the land of Korhal was rejuvenated again.

The city was rebuilt, civilization was shaped, technology and rationality became the mainstream, and even more fortunately, Korhal later became a member of the Five Hundred Worlds. They were helped by the extraordinary governance talent of the Primarch himself, and in addition to prosperity, they also obtained the privilege of the Five Hundred Worlds to be exempted from the imperial tithe.

This quickly freed Korhal from the Age of Strife, and the people of Korhal have always remembered Guilliman's kindness for thousands of years. Some people say that Guilliman's status in Korhal surpassed that of the Emperor, and a large number of temples and square sculptures were not of the Emperor, but of Guilliman.

This fact was severely condemned by the State Religion. They believed that Korhal was a heresy and heresy, but because Korhal belonged to the Five Hundred Worlds and was protected by the Ultramarines, the State Religion did not dare to do anything. Even in the Age of Dissension, the crazy State Religion maintained the most basic rationality.

So when the plague of tears struck, when pain and suffering overwhelmed everything, the people of Korhal prayed to the Hall of Glory of Macragge, they sought salvation from the great Lord of Macragge, and now, the Lord of Macragge has answered them.

When the people of Korhal knew that Guilliman had awakened and came to Korhal, a warm atmosphere enveloped the planet. From all over the planet, whether old, weak, rich, poor, beggars or nobles, they all rushed to the ground starport of the capital, which was crowded with pilgrims from all over.

Men and women of Korhal filled the square of the starport, and children sat on their parents' shoulders and looked forward. The sea of ​​people filled the streets of the city, and the buildings on both sides of the road were full of enthusiastic people inside and outside. Those buildings with good locations could be auctioned at high prices for a simple location.

Even so, there were enough nobles and wealthy people willing to fight for sightseeing seats, while ordinary people were scrambling on the ground, all hoping to get closer to the front, so that they could see the majestic figure of the Lord of Redemption more clearly.

The noisy atmosphere enveloped the star port. Under countless flags and slogans, in front of the pilgrims holding faith flags and incense burners, there were local defense forces. These soldiers, who were as well-equipped and well-paid as the Macragge Defense Force, faithfully performed their duties.

"Everyone retreat! I said retreat!" The defense officer holding a laser pistol shouted loudly. He stood on the roadblock and shouted loudly. On the road in front of him, the soldiers lined up in several rows, with explosion-proof shields set up in front and laser gunners lined up behind them waiting for orders.

"Drive them back, sergeant, I said drive them back!" The officer roared loudly, and he gave orders to the sergeant in the front row, who drew out his baton and beat the enthusiastic crowd back. The sturdy sergeant commanded his soldiers to drive the crowd forward. They must ensure that these fanatical pilgrims will not rush into the star port.

The Chimera armored vehicle drove from behind, and a large number of defense soldiers jumped off the top of the armored vehicle. They took the riot control equipment from the truck behind them. Tear gas, stun guns and shotguns loaded with blast bombs were distributed to everyone. Under the order of the officer, the guards lined up in several teams and stood by.

They blocked the crowd with laser guns, and the law enforcement officers of the Ministry of Justice also worked with them. The cordon and blocking roadblocks were set up around the star port square. The laser guns kept driving the crowd back, but the crowd was still trying to move forward.

Especially when the huge landing ship slowly emerged from the clouds, the logo of the Extreme Warriors on the outside of the huge atmospheric transport ship was shining, and the propulsion engine in the atmosphere sprayed flames and slowly descended from the sky.

The crowd burst into fierce cheers, and behind the connecting trestle connecting the star port to the outside, in the dock square with the tall victory obelisk, the Governor of Korhal and the planet officials had been waiting for a long time again. Under the cover of their respective guards, they finally got here through the fanatical crowd, and many people looked disheveled as a result.

They did their best to clean themselves up. Although the ladies may still be dissatisfied, after all, the original body has arrived, and they have no time to clean up themselves. Everyone is looking at the dock that is gradually docked on the side of the pier. transport ship.

The connecting mechanical arms roared and engaged with the anchor point on one side of the transport ship. They roared and locked the transport ship firmly. The blue transport ship's huge building-like landing gear landed heavily, accompanied by the buffer hydraulic structure. As a result, the battleship slowly lifted up and entered stability.

The governor, officials, and the people of Korhal all looked at the door that was gradually lowering. The huge cabin on one side of the belly of the transport ship slowly opened. The thick landing deck was laid flat on the ground. On the back side of the deck, the dim light from the hull One by one, burly giants came out, which were the honor guards of the Ultramarines.

The Governor watched as those warriors wearing golden-winged battle helmets and red robes walked down the deck. The leading warrior among them held a glorious banner. There was a golden eagle on the hanging flag. The eagle held the Ultramarines battle in its mouth. The emblem of the regiment, the glorious company emblem surrounds the center of the flag, surrounding the emblem of the Chapter itself.

That symbol is not only the symbol of the warband, the symbol of Macragge, but also the symbol of the mighty Lord. As the soldiers of the Honor Guard walked down the deck, they stood on both sides of the battleship holding spears and holding swords. , that magnificent body finally appeared in the sight of the deck.

Everyone held their breath and looked at the blue battle armor. It was a giant taller than all the space warriors. He stepped out of the battleship. When he first appeared in front of people, everything, everything had just returned. The noisy crowd fell silent, both the masses in the square and the nobles on the high buildings fell silent.

The dignitaries stood up from their comfortable chairs and leaned against the armrests, while on the ground, all eyes, both male and female, were looking at the giant on the deck.

The giant's eyes scanned the crowd in the square. He raised his iron fist with a smile, and the symbol that belonged to him shone brightly on his fist. "People of Huck, I am honored to come to this land." , I am honored to visit this land and its great people again after ten thousand years.”

Guilliman broke the sediment. He did not need any amplification equipment. The voice of the original body was enough for everyone to hear. The crowd burst into enthusiastic cheers. Everyone raised their arms in the air and shouted, "Guilliman! Guilliman! Guilliman!"

Guilliman walked down the deck with enthusiastic cheers, and Sicarius naturally followed behind him. The chief swordsman in red robes and a centurion helmet followed behind the original body. Together with the Primarch, they came to the Governor and other officials.

Those usually arrogant dignitaries looked up to Guilliman, with awe and fear that overwhelmed them. They looked at Guilliman with pairs of eyes, looking at the thing that could only be seen in statues, legends and stories. The gods stood in front of them, and all their thoughts were down, like a malfunctioning servitor.

Guilliman smiled and greeted them first. The original body looked at the leading man. He had slightly bald hair and wore a single-sided spectacles. Golden silk threads hung beside the lenses. His emerald green clothes were elegant and noble. He looked It took a lot of time to prepare, and it was also very expensive.

"I believe you are the Governor of Korhal. I am honored to meet you." Guilliman's words awakened the Governor, and he immediately nodded and bowed in submission to Guilliman, "I salute you, Sir. I am Tursk Titus, Governor of Korhal, on behalf of the people of Korhal and all my colleagues, I welcome your arrival, and we are ready to serve you.”

Kiriman smiled and nodded to them, but the Primarch shook his head slightly, "I am not here to gain loyalty, Lord Governor. I am here to provide help. I hope to win the loyalty of Korhal's people."

"You have already gained our loyalty, sir. As early as 10,000 years ago, after you rescued us from suffering, we will always be loyal to you." The governor said piously, his eyes full of Respect, as did all the officials behind him.

Guilliman smiled and looked at the crowds of people around the dock square. He waved to them and received even more enthusiastic cheers. The sound of praise came like waves, and the enthusiastic people surged forward. This makes the soldiers of the National Defense Force very distressed.

The officer roared and ordered the rear group to move forward. The defense troops armed with anti-riot shields and batons joined the human wall. They crowded together to block the crowd. The Chimera armored vehicle slowly moved forward to block the possible gaps.

"Times have changed, and I believe that everything should be treated with courtesy. Please allow me to introduce our mutual friends to you." Guilliman said and gestured behind him. The Governor and the top dignitaries of Korhal looked towards the deck. They saw The man who stepped out in the Ultramarines Honor Guard.

He was wearing a pitch-black Grand Inquisitor trench coat, with the scarlet I letter hanging on his waist. The skull symbolizing the power of the Inquisition flashed on his chest. He was wearing a golden phoenix sword and a bolter. As he walked forward, the silver iron pieces on his black boots jingled.

He walked in front of everyone with a smile, the man smiled and put his hands behind his back, Guilliman introduced him, "I believe you have heard of this person."

"Greetings to you, Lord Supreme Marshal Vito Constantine, on behalf of all my colleagues, I welcome you and Lord Guilliman." The Governor smiled politely, and Vito also showed a more sincere smile. He smiled at the Governor, but that smile made the Governor's back cold.

"I think you missed two titles. Can you remember them?" "Sir, two titles? I think I" "You did forget two. I think you all forgot them. Let me remind you."

Vito stepped forward and smiled. He raised his hands. "I am also the Supreme Grand Master of the Inquisition and the Supreme Master of the Assassin's Court. I hold the highest power in both departments. I think you understand what this means."

Vito's smile really scared them now. These powerful people who usually act arrogantly certainly know the meaning of this. The man in front of them is not just an ordinary judge. He is also the supreme leader of the two departments of the empire who can execute people of any identity without any trial and authorization, especially for these people.

Guilliman came out to smooth things over at the right time. He smiled and raised his hand to the adults. "Marshal Vito is also responsible for the investigation. I asked him to investigate the situation of the Plague of Tears. I hope you will answer his questions truthfully."

"We must say something, sir, I promise." The Governor said eagerly. He looked at Vito and nodded repeatedly in submission. Vito kept that uneasy smile. He had a lot of time to hone his skills as an inquisitor in the past ten thousand years. Now, he only needs to stand here, and a smile is enough to make these dignitaries tremble all over.

"I want to ask, what is the situation of the plague in Korhal? The information we got on the way here is that the local infection is serious and many people have gone blind, but I don't think the situation is that serious now."

"This can only mean two possibilities. The first is that the intelligence is wrong. The local government provided wrong and deceptive facts, deceiving me and Guilliman, or..."

Before Vito finished speaking, the governor, whose face was pale with fear, shook his head and denied it, "Absolutely not, sir! We definitely did not deceive you and the Primarch. In fact, the plague disappeared by itself, suddenly disappeared, and many blind people have regained their sight!"

"Oh? The plague disappeared? When?" Vito frowned slightly and asked. The governor nodded repeatedly in response, "The day the news of your arrival came, that is, two days ago, the plague suddenly disappeared."

"We believe that it must be the light of Lord Guilliman's divine power that purified the plague, and the divinity of the Lord dispelled the darkness. It must be so!" The governor said repeatedly, and the dignitaries behind him also echoed him. Vito obviously had doubts, and Guilliman could see that it was time to come out and play the good guy.

Guilliman smiled and took a step forward. He waved at the people around him, then turned to the Governor General, "I believe that everything will have an answer. Now please lead the way. I am looking forward to formally meeting with more department leaders."

"Yes, yes, sir, this way, please, they are waiting for you at the Governor General's Mansion." The Governor General said, gesturing to the red carpet behind him. The carpet extended all the way to the end of the avenue. Who knows how long it is, a few kilometers?

Guilliman nodded and walked onto the red carpet. Vito followed after looking at the Governor General coldly. The latter was scared half to death and looked at each other cautiously with his colleagues. Seeing their situation, Sicarius stepped forward. The second captain stood in front of them with a burly figure, glanced forward and motioned them to follow.

The local rulers followed the Primarch and Vito carefully, and Sicarius led the Honor Guard behind them and on both sides of Guilliman and Vito.

The Ultramarines held spears to isolate the Primarch from the enthusiastic crowd around him. The people of Korhal cheered enthusiastically around him. They showered Guilliman with flowers and gorgeous silks. The buildings were full of noble ladies holding flowers. Countless petals fell from the sky and covered the red avenue.

The crowd tried their best to get close to Guilliman, while on both sides of the red carpet, the soldiers of the Korhal Defense Force tried their best to block them. Soldiers holding blast shields and long sticks kept driving them to keep a safe distance. This was to prevent assassinations. Of course, with Vito, who might be the best at assassination in this universe, present, it might be quite difficult to carry out an assassination.

Vito knew that there was no danger here, and this was very wrong. Guilliman also saw it. He walked with Vito and whispered to him while ensuring that no one around could hear their words.

"You noticed something was wrong, didn't you? That godhood nonsense is too outrageous. I am not a god, let alone a god." Guilliman's voice was drowned out by the cheers of the crowd around him, and only Vito could hear the whisper.

"Indeed, someone did it on purpose. The plague disappeared when you and I received the news. It is impossible to be what those idiots said." Vito said, his eyes scanning left and right. He looked at the faces around him, but obviously no one caught his attention.

This is normal. If those who planned all this were still in Korhal, how stupid would they be to dare to appear in front of Guilliman and himself when they knew that he was a follower of Nurgle.

"It's obvious that someone is fighting guerrilla warfare against us again. This is not something that the simple-minded fat otakus of Nurgle believers can do." Vito said in a low voice, and concluded based on his years of experience dealing with Chaos. Yes, yes, of course he knew that there were smart people among Nurgle believers, such as Typhons, but Vito was also sure that they would not be here.

The reason is very simple. If Typhons and his men were here, they would not use such a low-lethality plague as tears and crying. Typhons and other high-level Nurgle demons are keen on more lethal plagues, such as the Plague of Decay, the Plague of Nurgle Zombies, and the Plague of Blood and Water, etc., but this plague is too small in terms of absolute effect, and it is not something they would organize.

Guilliman nodded affirmatively, smirking and waving to the crowd around him, "So what are you going to do? I guess the local bureaucrats can't give any results."

"I know, you will simply perfunctorily deal with them, and then leave under the pretext of the plague rampant on other planets. I will stay quietly and see if the plague will strike again when you are far away. I will find out the truth."

"This is a good plan. I will leave as soon as possible. You should also notify your people. If you need help, contact me." Guilliman waved and whispered. Vito nodded and raised his wrist naturally. He turned on the communicator on it.

As the communication channel was turned on with a ticking sound, Vito brought the microphone part closer to himself, "Bell, tell the other brothers to leave the Macragge Glory and find an inconspicuous destroyer. When the fleet leaves, you stay and wait for my signal."

"Understood, Marshal." Bell's voice sounded briefly. Vito took a deep breath and put down the communicator on his wrist. His eyes scanned the surrounding buildings.

And in a gorgeous building that he had not noticed, in the shadows next to the nobles' VIP seats, a perfectly built figure appeared there, with purple eyes shining in the darkness.

She smiled pleasantly, her fingers slightly touching her lips, "Let's start the game, father."

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