Chapter 270 The Rise of the Primarchs: Separation

Today is undoubtedly a day of joy and celebration. Macragge has not been as lively as it has been for tens of millions of years. The whole city is silent in the warm atmosphere of Guilliman's coronation, and the streets are filled with flying flowers. Patriotic flags, colorful streamers and flower petals filled the streets.

All the busy factories and shops in the past have closed down. Workers, citizens and soldiers of the Defense Force who are not on duty are celebrating happily everywhere. All the taverns in the city are overcrowded, people are drinking happily in them, and laughter echoes in glory. every corner of the city.

Those laughter naturally spread to the fortress in the center of the city. The towering walls and ravines could not block the warm atmosphere. The laughter, singing and cheering all climbed up along the city wall. The top of the towering city wall is undisputed today. The protagonist listens to those voices, to those songs and sentences about his reputation and praise.

Some of them are vulgar or elegant, but without exception they all express blessings to Guilliman himself. This should be a pleasant and joyful thing, and he should be happy, but Guilliman is No, he didn't feel any emotional changes of joy and satisfaction, but emptiness and doubt.

He stood on the balcony of the banquet hall. Behind him were the dignitaries of Ultramar who were singing and dancing. The high-ranking commanders of various war groups were also drinking happily among them. Everything was exciting and joyful, but only Drukiliman felt no emotion that could be called pleasant.

Guilliman looked at the brightly lit city below. The streets and alleys were filled with people celebrating. He looked at the smiling faces from above and listened to the sounds of their celebrations, but Fulgrim's words were always echoing in his mind. Those words flashed through the scene of Terra's fall that he saw.

"What's wrong? Have you finally had enough of the sycophants inside? Your Majesty the Regent?" Vito said and walked into the balcony from behind. Guilliman turned to look at Vito who pushed open the glass door, and followed him to open the door into the hall. The noisy atmosphere seeped out briefly, but was quickly stuffed back in as he closed the door.

Guilliman leaned on the armrest of the balcony and sighed. His eyes looked at the city below. There was indeed no trace of relaxation or comfort on his expression, but a sense of urgency and crisis as if facing a powerful enemy. This was unlike everything else tonight. All out of place.

"Partly, I'm fed up with their flattery, but... it's also because I really can't calm down." "This banquet is for you, but the protagonist is all worried. Hmm, it's really the characteristics of the empire. "

Vitor said as he walked to Guilliman with a goblet in his hand. The two guardians who had gone through thousands of years looked at the city below. Macragge survived the crisis, and its people have been saved, but both Guilliman and Vito know that on the other side of the galaxy, another planet thousands of miles away is in critical condition.

Not only the planet, but the entire empire was on the edge of the abyss. Once, the image of broken Terra flashed before Guilliman's eyes. He leaned on the armrest and raised his hands to cover his face. He was silent for a long time, and then put his hand down after he calmed down.

"Folgrim told me that Terra is under siege, just as it was during the Horus Heresy, in every sense of the word, and even as it was then, that we have been pinned down on Macragge for too long."

Guilliman said, he said with annoyance, he almost didn't rush to help Terra because of his Second Empire. When he arrived, everything was too late. The Emperor sat on the Golden Throne, and the Empire entered In the long dark night, he still thinks that it was his fault, and that everything that is happening in the empire now is because of his selfish actions at that time.

If he had been able to risk everything, lead the Ultramarines to Terra, kill half the galaxy with the Dark Angels and Blood Angels, and rush to the walls of Terra, the Emperor might not have sat on that throne, and neither would the Empire. With things like this, he, Sanguinius, might not die.

Guilliman sighed, sighing with shame and remorse. He took off the laurel crown on his head and placed it on the armrest. "I swore that Terra would never be left alone again. I would never again." I failed the Emperor because of my own selfish desires, but Vito, I let him down again."

"No, Big Blueberry, it's fashionable and not too late." Vito said and pressed Guilliman's power armor arm. The latter looked up at Vito who was still very remorseful. He lowered his head again and sighed softly.

"How do you know? Maybe Terra has fallen and the Emperor is dead, and all of that is because of my stubbornness to defend Macragge first."

"No, he's not dead yet. If that old bastard dies, the galaxy will be turned upside down, and half of the subspace and the physical universe will be blown into a big hole. But I don't see the starry sky above my head being blown up into a truck. Too much potato chips.”

Vito said while looking at the starry sky above his head. His eyes were looking at the brightest star among them. That star shone like a beacon in the dark night sky. It was the result of a powerful force that penetrated the subspace and the dark galaxy. The shining light projected, the spiritual light that I am extremely familiar with, the spiritual torch that shines for thousands of years.

"The star torch is still burning, which means that the old bastard is still alive." Vito smiled, and then shrugged helplessly, "Besides, if he died so easily, Helena wouldn't have to tell him in the end. Terra is being besieged, and that girl is waiting for a good show, which means the situation is not over yet."

Guilliman frowned slightly. He looked at Vito with some confusion. The King of Five Hundred Worlds stood up slightly and looked at Vito beside him, "Helena? Judging from your tone, she is very familiar with you, right?"

"She is my daughter." "What?"

Guilliman exclaimed, and Vito looked at his surprised expression with satisfaction. Very good, it was exactly what he expected, even better.

Vito put his hands behind his back and laughed. He waved his hands casually, "Don't make a fuss. A lot of things happened while you were sleeping."

"No, she is not an ordinary girl. Descendants of you and the Emperor cannot be born to mortals, or even to intelligent life in the galaxy. Without such a powerful mother body, they can live and bear the birth of that child."

Guilliman said seriously. He turned to face Vitor and frowned. He was a smart man. He was even one of the smartest people in the universe. Vitor knew that he could not fool him, so he did not intend to lie.

"Whose daughter is he, Vito." Guilliman asked the expected question as expected. Vito looked at Macragge's thousands of lights and took a sip of wine very calmly, as the wine slid down his throat. Only then did he speak, and Guilliman waited.

"My and Lilith's daughter." As soon as Vito said this, Guilliman's suspicion was confirmed. He looked at Vito's side and pressed an iron fist on the armrest.

"Vito, that woman is the sister of Slaanesh, you..." "Don't worry, I didn't betray the Empire and the Emperor. She tried it once ten thousand years ago and hasn't tried it again, so you can rest assured."

Vito said calmly. He didn't even look into Guilliman's eyes. He always looked at the lights of thousands of houses below, his expression indifferent and calm. "She has been with me for ten thousand years. Yes, she is still here." Our daughter does cause trouble for the empire from time to time, but believe me Robert, compared to the bad things humans do, the trouble they cause is better than nothing."

"Vito." "I don't want you to hear you criticize my love life, and Robert won't listen either, so save it, there are still many things you need to think about."

Vito put his hands behind his back and looked at the fleet in low-Earth orbit above his head. Sure enough, as he had guessed, the sudden departure of the Space Wolves and Dark Angels was not without reason. Their fleet was leaving the starport, moored at The replenishment was completed in Gangxing Port, and judging from the fleet fuel ship leaving the port, they were preparing to leave Macragge.

Guilliman also looked at the two Chapter fleets above his head. Most of the ships of the huge expedition fleet had left low-Earth orbit and were heading to the open space of far-Earth orbit to prepare for the jump.

"What attracted the wolves and the lions away?" "And I guess it's definitely not a good thing." Guilliman and Vito said one sentence after another, like two double-acting artists, with a certain meaning. Yes, they are indeed artists, and the art of war is also art.

Guilliman rested his hands on the balcony. His eyes, which were thinking about many things, looked at the streets below with people coming and going. Fireworks were lit from the streets, and the soaring firecrackers shot into the sky and exploded into colorful sparks. All kinds of gorgeous sparks rose up, and they exploded into the air, replacing the dark sky with bright colors.

Vito watched the fireworks with him. In the gorgeous sparks, the battleships were disappearing one after another. Vito knew that he did not need to rush Guilliman. He knew that everything must have an idea now, and this must be done. The one who made the decision was him, who had just been re-crowned as the regent of the empire.

Guilliman looked at one of the firecrackers that flew high into the sky like a rocket. The firecracker bloomed at a position far higher than all the fireworks, which also made it the most gorgeous of all fireworks. That one, and suddenly, Guilliman understood something from the fireworks.

"Vito." Guilliman said and suddenly turned his head to look at Vito, who stood aside calmly and looked at him with his hands behind his back. Guilliman was still lying on the balcony, the light of the explosion fireworks illuminating his face. Half of his face also lit up the laurel wreath in his hand.

"Lilith is the sister of Slaanesh and the queen of the subspace. She can open the subspace channel for you, can't she? She can guide you safely through the subspace storm. You must have done the same thing in the past ten thousand years."

Vito looked at Guilliman as if he knew what he meant. Vito took a deep breath and nodded, "You want me to contact Lilith and ask her to open a passage through the storm for me to reach Terra."

"Yes, Lilith will help you with this. You take the lead in going to Terra to rescue the Throne World and take over all of Terra's defenses. When Dorn is away, the whole of Terra will listen to you. I want you to quickly go to Terra and stabilize the world. To control the situation, we must protect the palace before I arrive with the main force."

As he spoke, Guilliman stood up and stood sideways in front of Vito. He looked at the inconspicuous man in front of him, but he knew very well that the man in front of him named Vito Constantine Definitely one of the most reliable and strongest people in the universe, and now only he can save Terra.

And Guilliman was sure that Vito himself knew it. He just stood there without any rebuttal, as if waiting to hear the order.

"You take the Infinite Frontier and let Captain Cole sail to Terra. If you break into the encirclement with a single ship, it will be more secretive and difficult to be discovered by Chaos. And you can stand up to ten battle groups by yourself, or even more, Vito, He needs you, the Emperor needs you."

Vito looked into Guilliman's eyes and sighed. He nodded slightly and turned away with his hands behind his back. He walked to the glass door and pressed the door handle. Then he was stopped by the big guy behind him.

"Vito." Guilliman said softly. The voice was not that of a monarch or a leader, but that of a friend. Vito stood in front of the door and turned his head slightly to look at Guilliman.

"Don't hang up before I arrive." Guilliman said with that smile. Vito also laughed and waved his hand and opened the glass door. The noise in the hall once again spread to the balcony.

"You too, Big Blueberry, don't die on the way to Terra before leaving. Is there anything else you need to tell me?" Vito stood in front of the door and looked at the giant on the balcony. He took Lifting the laurel wreath on the balcony handrail, the King of Five Hundred Worlds raised his head and looked at Vito at the door with dignity.

"Take Caul, send him to Mars, and tell him that the Primaris project will be launched immediately. I will see the first batch of warriors when I arrive on Terra."

Vitor bent his knees and twirled his arms gracefully a few times, bowing to Guilliman politely and saluting, "As you command, Your Majesty." "Don't come here."

Guilliman finally swept away the gloomy mood since tonight. He looked at Vito's back waving his hands and leaving and felt a sense of security. Guilliman turned to look at the stars. He took a deep breath and put on the Laurel, "This time, everything will be different."

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"Okay, guys, it's time for us to set sail to the next fucking place." Vito said as he walked down the long stairs in front of the gate of Fortress Hera, sitting with Cole standing at the end of the stairs, and the Space Marines They looked up at Vito.

Cole looked at Vito walking away from him, his eyes following him downwards, "Where to go? From your tone, it doesn't sound like it's a good place."

"Didn't you always say you wanted to visit Terra? Now the opportunity has come. Maybe if you go to take photos and check in this time, you can also take a photo in front of the emperor." Vito smiled and jumped down the last step. Cole stood up in surprise. Eisenstein, who was standing beside him, frowned and looked at Vito below.

Vito looked at the Imperial Fist captain and nodded slightly. He put his hands behind his back and looked at him, "Yes, Eisenstein, Terra is in danger. The traitors want to break into the city wall and conquer Terra. It's time for them to let them go." Behold the fists of the Iron Guard of Terra, the iron fists of the Sons of Dorn."

Eisenstein didn't say a word, but his clenched iron fist had already expressed his opinion. Vito nodded to the company commander and Olaf walked up. He and Ragnar got up from the stairs on one side and walked over. Tuo looked at the stern but very serious old wolf who turned to face him.

"Well, I thought you had already left." "We are indeed preparing to leave, but we plan to say goodbye to you first." "Ha, you have to hurry up, your fleet is almost leaving the port, and the last ship will not It’s been too long to wait for you.”

The old wolf Olaf and Vito looked at each other, and the Rune Priest nodded apologetically to Vito, "I'm sorry, Marshal, we can't follow you to Terra."

"What's the trouble?" Vito asked with his arms crossed, seriously but without any sense of nervousness. He was very calm, which also made Olaf feel a lot more relaxed. Although what he was about to say was nothing serious at all. easy.

"Captain Warwick's Astropath received an astropath from Fenris. The content of that Astropath was full of danger and destruction. The Thousand Sons were preparing to siege the Wolf Fang. They had already broken through the outer defenses of the galaxy. , are heading to Fenris, and there are even rumors that their daemon primarch, the one-eyed Magnus, has also appeared."

"The situation is very serious. Fenris is in danger. Wolf Lord Logan ordered all companies and hunting groups to return to the Wolf Fang Fortress and prepare for the final doomsday battle. Captain Warwick has also received the order and is preparing for an emergency departure."

"And you and Ragnar decided to answer the call of the warband and the battle cry of the wolves." Vito said, Olaf nodded, Ragnar walked behind him, the young wolf clenched his fists, The force of the grip made the snare joints of the power armor crackle.

He showed his fangs and slapped his breastplate. "War is calling, Vito. The wolves are calling for our return. We will not leave our brothers alone."

"Please allow me, Marshal, we cannot turn a deaf ear to the call of the war group and our home world." Olaf said as he looked at Vito, who smiled and nodded to the old wolf and Olaf.

"You don't need to apologize or ask for my permission. Your war group needs you. All I can do is wish you both the best."

"No, maybe three friends." Vito smiled and turned his head to look at Lancelot who was coming down the steps. The Caliban knight had completely changed into the Dark Angel's livery, and the black armor had changed again. It became dark green, and the meaning couldn't be more obvious.

Lancelot walked behind Vito and performed a knightly salute. He buried his head, and a young but firm voice came from his mouth, "I have also been summoned, Marshal. The Knights are calling all knights outside. Return to the warband, not just me, but all the Sons of Caliban in the Deathwatch are called back to the warband."

"I want to apologize to you, but at this moment, in these dark years, I cannot abandon my duty and my loyalty to the Lion King and the Chapter."

Vito patted Lancelot's leg armor with his hand. He nodded affirmatively and looked at the young knight's raised eyes. "No, it's right. Why apologize? You each have your own arduous mission and waiting battle, which will not be easier than what I have to face."

Vito said and looked at Olaf and Ragnar, with a smile of understanding and blessing on his face, "So, I wish you good luck, brothers, I hope you will win the first battle and win against any enemy of the Emperor."

Olaf stepped forward gratefully and stretched out his hand to shake hands with Vito. Although it looked strange for a Space Marine to shake hands with a mortal, he almost held Vito's entire arm, but this did not affect the friendship between the two sides and the respect for Vito.

"I wish you the best, Marshal. I believe we will see each other again in the future." Olaf said and let go of his hand. Then Ragnar stepped forward and shook hands with Vito. Vito looked at Ragnar, who was grinning in front of him. The young wolf cub smiled very generously and patted his chest with his other hand.

"We will kill those bastards. When everything is over, we will come back to find you. Don't die before then." Ragnar let go of his hand. Vito patted the back of his hand before he took it back, pointing at his face and laughing, "You should not die, you idiot."

Ragnar chuckled and put his hands on his hips. Vito turned around and shook hands with Lancelot. He nodded to the Caliban Knight, "You too, Caliban orange cat, don't die. I guess there are still many things here, and I will need you." "Of course, Marshal, I swear to follow you. This is the knight's I swear that when everything is settled, I will return to the team. "

"I know, I wish you good luck, but remember, don't mention the word "fallen angel" in the regiment, especially around Asmo. I believe you will not like his inquiry room."

"I know, I will remember it." Lancelot said and let go of Vito's hand. The three of them hugged and said goodbye to Eisenstein, Bell and Loken. Of course, there was also our Captain Cole. Although he probably couldn't stand Ragnar's bear hug that could break a mortal's spine, his smile looked quite sincere.

The three of them left, they walked into the distance along the avenue between the high walls of the fortress, they would return to the warships of their respective regiments, and go to different, but destined to be glorious and heroic battlefields in the name of the Emperor.

Vito looked at Ragnar waving from a distance, and he also smiled and waved goodbye in his direction, then looked at the three Space Marines behind him, "Okay guys, who else is going to leave? Bell? Do you want to stay? Stay with your Primarch."

"No, Lord Guilliman doesn't need my help. Captain Calgar and Mikael can assist him very well, especially Sicarius, who has already appointed himself as the Primarch's guard. He can't wait for me to leave."

Vito and Loken laughed after hearing this, even the serious Eisenstein couldn't help laughing out loud. Vito rubbed his chin, and he looked at Eisenstein and Loken with his hands on his waist.

Naturally, the two held down their weapons and gave their answers silently. Vito smiled with satisfaction at Cole who walked down the stairs, then turned around and looked up at the end of the fortress.

"Let's go. Oh, by the way, call Cole and tell Omega that he will be responsible for receiving his colleagues. I believe they will get along very well."

"Come on, guys. A big battle is waiting for us." Vito waved his hand and walked to the far end of the fortress avenue. Cole followed him. Loken, Eisenstein and Bell also walked down the stairs naturally and followed him. The figures of the group gradually went away. Those gradually became smaller and disappeared at the end of the dark corridor.

They are going to a battlefield, a battle, a battle that determines the fate of mankind and even the Milky Way, and is waiting for them at the other end of the Milky Way.

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