Chapter 416 Black and Red, the Plan in the Shadows (Part 3) You Are Not Joking

A long tragedy that lasted for hundreds of years finally came to a satisfactory ending with the help of the audience.

As the audience, after a short stay, they will eventually have to shoulder their own missions and responsibilities and leave this stage called Placedia.

Carrying the armor and remains of the Sons of Guilliman, Calvin and others returned all the way to the entrance to the Webway.

After refilling the seal with their own hands, Calvin and others watched the ancient portal sink into the lava underground again. them

After briefly dealing with the battlefield outside the webway, they set off on the road back to the surface.

At this time, the ground in Presdia was busy. In addition to the response fleet already in place on the orbit, there were more Astartes and mortal servants wearing the blue of Ultramar.

The investigation and cleanup of the Sons of Guilliman on the ground is being carried out in an orderly manner in the hands of those directly affiliated with the Ultramarines parent group.

The fortress monastery centered on the Desolate Plains was filled with the mortal legions of the Ultramar Realm. They were ordered to take over the defense here and send the original garrison to the direction of Ultramar for judgment.

The constant flow of traffic on the ground and the fighter planes flying from time to time in the sky are non-stop day and night, transporting hundreds of thousands of convicted people to the star port from various defense nodes across the planet's continent.

This is the chain reaction that occurs when a battle group that has been established for thousands of years is uprooted.

Throughout the entire planet and even the entire galaxy, the huge population of people who serve them and provide military service will be re-identified and adjusted by the Empire. Ultramar will sentence them to different crimes based on their relationship with the Sons of Guilliman.

Hundreds of millions of people in the entire galaxy will be displaced, and may be on the road to continuous exile throughout their lives.

And this is not the end, it is even just the beginning. The overthrow of a war group is like the death of a giant tree. Its influence will last for centuries in the nearby star sector, and will have a more or less long-term impact on the strategic situation of the entire star sector.

At least several Rogue Traders will lose their passage certificates, at least hundreds of noble inheritances will be interrupted, at least dozens of remote planets will lose their original protection, and at least billions of people will have their fates rewritten.

After arriving on the surface, Calvin and his comrades walked against the huge flow of traffic descending from the star port on the central avenue leading to the nearby apron.

A large number of people who were ordered to migrate were marching on the roads on both sides. In order to avoid causing more trouble, Calvin released a simple hypnotic order on everyone.

In the eyes of these mortals who were not strong-willed enough, he and the people behind him were no different from the Ultramarines on guard in the mountains on both sides of the road.

When mortals saw them, they prostrated on both sides of the road, praying to these tall demigods to forgive their crimes and avoid a fate of wandering.

In the eyes of these ultramarines, the laws on the Gray Knights and Imperial Guards cannot block their sight.

Led by a figure as tall as a mountain, these powerful and mysterious knights in silver armor are walking with heavy steps, draped in the sunset of Presdia, together with the emperor's adamantine eagle guards. .

The resolute aura of Guilliman's heir rarely wavered under this sacred and magnificent scene.

They hesitated for a moment, wondering whether they should pay tribute to the leader who made them feel intimidated and nervous.

This situation was quickly resolved after the arrival of adjutant Sulla.

Having just stepped out of the Thunder Eagle on the tarmac, he was keenly aware of the strangeness of Calvin's group and company soldiers in the distance, and he knew both of Calvin's and dark identities.

The identity of this group of people was instantly confirmed in his mind, and as a representative of the Ultramarines, he immediately sent greetings to Calvin.

This was the result of what the Ultramarines captain specifically told him before he descended from orbit. It was also his instinctive reaction to Calvin after seeing these Gray Knights.

They were so special that even if they were wearing other armor, Sulla would recognize them instantly.

Underneath the seemingly similar perseverance they possess with all Astartes, they have a completely different cultural heritage.

That was a concept that he couldn't fully understand at the moment, but "they" were like a candle in the dark night, not grand but still conspicuous.

It is a kind of belief after giving up honor and rights. It is a kind of determination that after witnessing endless darkness and despair, it still decides to protect.

Without hesitation, Sulla strode forward, and as soon as the Primarch laid eyes on him, the young champion swordsman showed him respect for a Legion Master with the full Aquila ceremony.

Seeing this, the surrounding Ultramarines no longer had any worries. From the high points on both sides of the road, they paid tribute to Calvin with gun/sword salutes.

Seeing this, the original body also slowly stopped. The twelve-man Honor Guard and the Imperial Guards had been cooperating for a long time. They split into two lines and spread out in tacit agreement without making a sound.

The original body looked down at the "young man" in front of him who was probably older than him, feeling the "kindness" in him, without showing his inner aversion to this kind of etiquette.

At this point, he is the same as the man sitting on the golden throne. They never feel that they are nobler than others. They are all given special missions by fate, and it is because of these missions that they are where they are today. .

"Get up. There is no affiliation between you and me. I think your...legion doesn't like such etiquette." Calvin said softly.

The obscure psychic fluctuations spread from his vocal cords, quietly enhancing the appeal of his words.

This is a rare occasion when the Primarch actively uses this ability. Unlike the Emperor, his secretive nature naturally rarely requires opportunities to speak.

But today's scene really embarrassed him. In order to get the diplomat of the Ultramarines to stand up as soon as possible, he had to use this ability again.

"Yes." Sulla was easily persuaded and stood up.

This was actually inconsistent with the aristocratic education he received in Ultramar, and it was even more inconsistent with his awe of the person in front of him.

But this was also the first time he lived with such an existence. The tension and excitement made his mind full of the details of the Primarch. His calm brain in the past was completely gone, and naturally ignored this terrifying detail.

The people behind the Primarch looked at each other obscurely. Well, this is another little guy who was successfully fooled by his leader...

And all this was not noticed by Sura, who was now completely attracted by Calvin.

This was not because his will was weak. On the contrary, it was not easy for him to speak so completely when facing a Primarch for the first time.

A living Primarch?

A living Legion Master?

What a legendary existence?

And the identity of the man in front of him was even more special. He and his descendants could be said to be fighting on the most mysterious front of the Empire.

As far as he knew, they had never even appeared in the official propaganda of the Empire.

And the man in front of him who was speculated to be the Primarch was even more mysterious. With the deep roots of the Ultramarines in the Empire, he had only vaguely understood it in recent years.

Who is he?

Why was his name not among the first Legion Masters?

Where is his Legion?

All their achievements will not be publicly publicized, and all their sacrifices will also not be remembered.

These, don't they care?

Chaotic thoughts jumped in the young adjutant's mind, and the things carried by the people in front of him reminded him of something else.

"What is this?" He pointed at the power armor on the backs of the Grey Knights and the Imperial Guards, and his heart slowly began to get nervous.

Although he was very familiar with those armors, he still had to ask this question, or he already knew the owners of these armors, but what he needed to know more was the significance of their appearance here.

If this existence in front of him wanted to take these armors representing the bloodline of his legion as trophies, then he and the war group behind him would be in an extremely embarrassing situation.

And if he wanted to stop this lord? On the throne, he was not arrogant enough to that extent...

"Don't be nervous, this is something for you." Calvin said softly.

He was thinking from the perspective of Sulla and knew Sulla's thoughts very well, and naturally understood where Sulla's embarrassment came from. He put the armor behind him on the ground first, and the people behind him followed suit.

Sulla looked at the Primarch in confusion, and the Primarch responded with a smile:

"I have ordered the Inquisition to send a formal document to you with specific explanation documents. If nothing unexpected happens, the Sons of Guilliman does not meet the Inquisition's identification criteria for traitors."

"Are you serious?" Sulla, who heard this, did not care about his awe for the Primarch, and asked back before the former finished speaking.

Because the impact of this sentence is really significant, even using the word "a thousand gold" to describe it is too empty.

This sentence not only determines the fate of the remaining Sons of Guilliman, but also affects the fate of these imperial citizens who are being forced to migrate;

This is not only a re-recognition of the Sons of Guilliman, but also a guarantee from Galvin on behalf of Terra to the entire Ultramarine.

When he looked up, he found that the Primarch had already walked towards the apron. After hearing his question, the Primarch just waved his hand at him from a distance:

"Your Majesty, don't joke."

Yes, the Honor Guard and the Imperial Guards smiled silently after hearing this.

Your Majesty, don't joke.

Our leader is finally starting to act like a big shot...

The update is lagging, and the double update plan failed again... As usual, post first and then modify, I'll check myself first...