Chapter 660 Doomsday Storm: Poisoning the Primarch

Vito leaned against the colonnade of the throne room in the center of Hera Fortress. In this shadow, he was the only one leaning here. From here he could see the people coming and going in the throne room. Sometimes they arrived, sometimes they left, but more and more people were entering the throne room.

Hera Fortress was rarely open to the public, especially here, but today it was decorated with lights and colors. The majestic gate was opened, and the neat marble floor was polished by the mechanical servants. In front of the huge murals of the Macragge Wall on both sides, there were more flags than usual.

The flags of the ten companies of the Ultramarines surrounded the top of the throne in the center, and a giant eagle spread its wings behind it. Vito had been here many times, but those outsiders were still shocked by the scene here.

Although most of them were born in noble families and were the powerful class of each planet, the Hera Fortress and the Astartes' territory would not be open to them. For the Astartes, mortals were mortals, regardless of their status. Here, the forgotten principle of equality for all really came into play.

Vito looked at those guys in luxurious clothes, looking around like country people entering the city with funny expressions and showed a sense of ridicule. He folded his arms, leaned on one leg and stepped on the wall behind him. He hid in the shadows. No matter how the crowds outside the colonnade surged, no one found him.

Including the Ultramarines, they were also here. Almost all the officers above the platoon level of the company were present. The Honor Guards around the entire hall were holding lightning spears and surrounding the throne hall. Outside the door, the Terminators could be vaguely seen standing on both sides of the gate, with the flags of glory hanging on the gun barrels.

It was rare to wake up so many Terminators just for a grand event, but today's meeting was extremely important in many ways, not only because this meeting would determine the future of the 500 worlds of Ultramar, but also because many people present saw the real Guilliman alive for the first time.

Yes, many people here had made pilgrimages to the temple where he was sleeping, but that was only from afar, following the pilgrims at the bottom of the steps of the temple, looking into the gate, and being blocked by the temple guards holding spears, so they could only take a vague look.

So the crowd was quite excited, and those well-dressed dignitaries, those second-generation people who acted like the world was so boring that they wanted to die, all showed long-lost tension and excitement.

But in the crowd, there were still some people with strange expressions. Vito looked at the Minister of Political Affairs, who was with the Bishop of the State Church and the Minister of Justice. They wore the most gorgeous uniforms and had the thickest makeup on their faces, but they still couldn't hide the panic and tension on their faces.

Vito smiled, and then, accompanied by a heavy drumbeat, he looked at the other end of the hall. The door was opened with a bang. First, the Ultramarines holding flags walked out in an orderly manner. They appeared from behind the colonnade, and the flying flags in their hands gradually appeared one by one in the sun.

The members of the Honor Guard outside the colonnade turned to the direction of the flags, raised their spears to salute them, and then the Ultramarines in the entire hall all turned at the same time, and the simultaneous footsteps of hundreds of Ultramarines resounded in the throne room.

They saluted the flag-bearing team that walked out in a row. They lined up in two rows and walked in neatly from the outside of the gate. Behind them were the members of the Primarch Guard who were fully armed and dressed in military uniforms. They all wore centurion helmets, and the red cockscombs spread horizontally, like a red and white sandbar attacking the crowd.

All the mortals looked over there nervously. They were waiting, with pairs of eyes fixed on the door covered by the red cockscomb, waiting for the arrival of that person, the arrival of the destined person.

The war drums sounded again, accompanied by the brass trumpets high in the throne room playing "Macragge Triumphal Song". In the majestic music, he appeared behind the door, and his majestic body gradually appeared behind the cockscomb. The Honor Guards all knelt on both sides, and the Ultramarines also knelt at the same time.

The centurions walked out of the colonnade, stood in a neat line, and turned to the long road in the middle. They blocked the view of the central road and the crowd on both sides like a high wall. Vito was also blocked outside. He looked at the air raid between the giants, watching him walk in the majestic song, and in the drumbeats, step by step.

When the music gradually reached its climax, he walked out from behind the colonnade, and the brass trumpets sounded the final drumbeat together. In the magnificent music, he walked between the centurions. They drew their swords at the same time, and then held them horizontally in front of them. The man walked between the swords, and his face was vaguely reflected on the swords.

The mortals looked over there, but they could not see anything. They could only see his vague figure. Just like on the sword, the music gradually reached its climax, accompanied by the last note of the music composed by Bach. At the same time as the last drumbeat fell, heavy footsteps stood up.

"Long live! King of Macragge, long live! The hero of Ultramar, long live! The Lord of the Thirteenth Legion, long live! Robert Guilliman!"

Sicarius, holding the sword in his hand, shouted in a loud voice. All the mortals in the hall knelt down and shouted long live three times at the same time. In the shouting, he turned around and stood in front of the throne with his head held high. The sun shone on the giant eagle behind him, casting countless shadows and shrouding him in a hazy shadow.

That kind of mysterious mantra has always been widely used in human history. It can create a sense of majesty, authority, and unshakable deterrence. Judging from the demeanor of these mortals, it is still effective now.

They lowered their heads and paid tribute to Guilliman in the shadow. The latter slowly raised his hand and stretched out his palm from the shadow to signal everyone present to stand up.

"Lord Guilliman orders, stand up!" His herald, Sicarius, shouted loudly on the ground. His voice was full of pride. He looked down at the crowd below with a smile on his face, as if he was the original body.

The Ultramarines were naturally the first to stand up. Chapter Commander Calgar led them to stand up at the same time. The sonic boom caused by dozens of company commanders and sergeants standing up at the same time echoed in the hall. Their footsteps landed at the same time, and again. There was a heavy echo, and the footsteps ended with the final melody of the triumphal music.

Only then did the mortals stand up one after another. They put on their gorgeous coats and long skirts, and looked up at the person on the steps of the throne with awe. He was standing in the shadow, and on the steps in front of him stood Xi. Karius, a little ahead, was an honor guard of a hundred fully armed Ultramarines.

The flag bearers passed by both sides of the throne and stood at attention behind them. All the hanging flags turned around and slowly unfolded behind the throne like a floating city wall. In front of the throne, the centurions turned and stood still, with their swords raised together and stood tall. In front of me, a fine iron sound came out of the door.

The gate of Hera Fortress slowly closed. The mortals turned their heads to look at the gate. They saw the huge figure of the Terminator appearing outside the gate. They closed the gate. With the sound of the noose closing, the only and last one The strong voice spoke.

"Welcome everyone, welcome to Hera Fortress." Guilliman's voice came from the shadows. He was very good at the way of the emperor. He stood in the shadow, making it difficult to see his face, as if he was coming from another place. A god who has arrived in the world is greeting his pilgrims.

"Courage and Glory!" Chapter Master Calgar lowered his iron fist on his chest, "March for Macragge!" All the Ultramarines in the hall shouted at the same time, their voices as loud as thunder.

Amidst the roar, the mortals stepped back in awe, burying their heads that they had just raised. From the crowd, the Minister of Political Affairs looked at each other, the Ministry of Justice, and the Bishop of the State Church, nodded slightly, and then walked out. He walked towards the throne. On the steps, the sound of centurions slamming their swords on the ground made him afraid to move forward.

He had no choice but to raise his head in front of a group of Ultramarines as high as the top of a mountain and look at the giant in the shadow at the top from the widest angle, "Lord Guilliman, I represent!"

"Sir." A voice interrupted the Minister of State. He looked angrily as a habit. When he saw another Ultramarine Centurion, the anger on his face immediately disappeared.

Unique among the Ultramarines, Felix strode forward wearing a Primaris Space Marine helmet. He came to the throne, knelt down on one knee and handed a data plate to Guilliman.

"What's the matter?" Sicarius asked sternly on behalf of his master. The stern tone was quite shocking. Felix lowered his head and raised the data pad high. "The battle situation on the front line, sir, has just been reported by the Military Intelligence Department. It was sent without delay.”

Sicarius looked at the man in the shadow. He nodded in the shadow. The amplitude was very small but could still be seen by the closest second company commander. The latter nodded and walked down to take the data tablet. , then stepped up the steps and handed it to Guilliman.

He took the data tablet and looked at it in the shadows. His face was still hidden in the darkness, and only a small part of his chest was lit by the glow of the screen. There was silence in the hall, as if even breathing had stopped. A pin falling to the ground is enough to ring like a church bell.

After a moment, Guilliman raised his head in the shadows. He looked at the hall under the throne with a face whose facial features could not be seen clearly. "According to the news just received, the planets such as Fioriolo, Orpheus, and Proslia Infiltrated by Nurgle's cultists, plague and rebellion broke out, and it was destroyed by the Inquisition."

As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden chatter of surprise in the entire hall. The Minister of State's eyes widened and he stared at the person on the throne who could not see clearly. He lowered his head and handed the data pad to Sika. Liu Si, then looked up at the people in the hall.

"Facts have once again proven that the current political system of Five Hundred Worlds is unable to cope with the current urgent threats, which once again strengthened my determination."

Guilliman said loudly, without the need for any amplification equipment, his voice was enough for people at the far end of the vast hall to hear clearly, "I once again issue an edict. From now on, the five hundred worlds of Ultramar will be disbanded. , all planets are merged into the administration and battle lines of the empire. From now on, all existing governments will be disbanded and awaiting reorganization.”

"I appoint Calgar as the Archon of the Central Constellation, to govern Macragge and the core system, the 3rd Company Captain Mikael as the Archon of the Eastern Constellation, to manage the forge world and mining planet, and the 7th Company Captain Wennerson He is in charge of the northern star sector and oversees the defense lines of the fringe stars. Captain Felix is ​​the regent of the western stars and is in charge of the trade star system.”

As soon as these words came out, the mortals in the hall exploded. They looked at each other and started to quarrel, especially the bishop of the state church and the minister of justice. Their expressions were miserable. Even the minister of political affairs almost stared out of his eyes. Just now In two words, in a matter of seconds, their hereditary power was taken away from them.

He was so shocked that he couldn't speak. Whether it was a curse or a compliment, he could only stare at Guilliman blankly. He looked around the crowd and raised a hand, "Although this is a dark and painful era, I It’s better to have a drink together, for the sake of those who have passed away, and for the new life of Ultramar.”

Before Guilliman finished speaking, the servitors appeared one after another from behind the colonnade. They ran past Vitor as if they appeared out of thin air. They got into the crowd and stopped at their respective positions accurately and accurately. , it is better to cover a certain range of people.

The Minister of State looked at the servitor beside him. He was holding a plate and handed a glass of wine to the Minister of State. His face was dull and expressionless, but the Minister of State felt that it was naked ridicule, especially when he saw Sicarius's smiling face confirmed this.

This great humiliation made the Minister of State become furious. He picked up the wine glass and looked at Guilliman, who was also taking the drink from a servitor. He secretly swore, "I will make you pay the price, idiot. No one can humiliate me, no one! I will pretend to surrender, of course, just to leave. When I go back, I will lead the Hydras back to see who can laugh!"

The Minister of State cursed, imagining the moment when he personally killed Guilliman. A smile appeared on his lips. Then, the wine glass crashed to the ground, and the wine in the golden chalice spilled on the throne. Sicarius and kneeling on the ground Felix raised his head and looked behind him.

The giant, the immortal giant fell down in front of everyone. He sat back on the throne, one hand hanging on the armrest, just under the sun, and the wine was spilling from the golden wine glass.

"Lord Guilliman! This wine is poisonous, who did it?" Calgar threw away the wine glass and shouted angrily. He looked around. Sicarius was stunned for a moment and then suddenly turned back to look at the Minister of State. "It's him, it's him The wine was sent as a token of respect, and he said it came from his winery in Ophir Star!"

Calgar turned around suddenly and looked at the Minister of State and the mortals behind him. The Chapter Leader suddenly raised the iron fist and loaded the bullet, "Kill them all! Don't let any of them go!"

The Ultramarines in the hall drew their weapons one after another, and the Honor Guards raised their lightning spears and came up from all around. The mortals screamed, and they pushed each other, but they were squeezed together like sardine cans, accompanied by long The spear got smaller and smaller as it got closer, and the Minister of State looked around in horror at the man slumped on the throne.

Before him came the centurions, who came to the Minister of State with fury, their swords flying down.

Vito leaned in the shadow of the colonnade and pulled down his sleeves. After the wound on his wrist was covered, he listened to the screams from the hall and took the wine from the servitor on the side. The triumphant music ended. At the same time, he drank the wine.

"Good wine."