Chapter 93 93, The Emperor Asked You to Conquer the Aliens, Is This How You Conquered Them?

"Okay, Your Highness."

After receiving Carlos's corpse, several combat nuns of the Psychic Guard frowned slightly.

There was no special reason, just "ugly rejection".

Although each combat nun was an admirable warrior, it did not mean that their lives were monotonous and rigid; in fact, most nuns would have their own hobbies and fun like ordinary people after finishing their day's practice and prayer.

And because of their gender, their aesthetics were completely different from those of the tough guys in the Empire.

Most tough guys in the Empire liked to hang the skulls of their enemies on their bodies, which was not only a symbol of honor, but also a decoration; similarly, they would also spray various dark-style paints on their spaceships. Don't ask why, just ask loyalty and faith - but it's really cool.

Even Dukel thought that it would be a good decoration to make a golden double-headed eagle from the Great Demon whose essence had been extracted and completely harmless and hang it on the Fire of the Heart.

But the nuns actually refused in their hearts. They couldn't bear to look at the pair of hideous and shriveled bird heads.

The 28-kilometer-long ship of the Heart Fire is the life of many imperial warriors. They live, fight, eat, sleep, build families, and reproduce on this warship until they die. In the minds of the warriors, this is not only the flagship of the expeditionary corps, but also their home.

Who doesn't want their home to be more pleasing to the eye?

But who let it be His Highness's order?

Although the nuns felt ugly in their hearts, they could only obey. They worked together to carry Carlos's mummy out.

"Duke, I didn't expect you to succeed!" After the nuns left, Magnus looked at the brand new Destiny Armor in front of him and said in disbelief.

"Yes, this armor is not only enough to heal injuries, but also has Carlos's resistance to psychic energy, which is enough to make up for Guilliman's lack of psychic energy."

"When will he wake up?"

"Not sure" Duke thought for a while, "It depends on our brothers' willpower. Anyway, it won't take more than a week at the latest."

Just as his voice fell.

"Fulgrim!!!"

Guilliman, who was lying on the bed, suddenly jumped up, shouting his brother's name.

Duke hasn't spoken yet.

Magnus, who was hanging on his waist, spoke first, "Guilliman, I didn't expect you to miss Fulgrim so much?"

"Duker?" Guilliman only saw the situation around him at this time, and the very conspicuous Primarch brother in front of him, "And Magnus? How did you become like this, brother, it turns out that this is the fate of a traitor!"

"You are right, I am a traitor, I deserve it." Magnus said sarcastically,

"I am indeed not as good as the great Regent, the Son of Perfection, look at what you have done? Our father asked you to conquer the aliens, and this is how you conquered them?"

"Nonsense! Magnus, I am just an ally with Evelyne!" Guilliman was furious.

"You are right, great Regent, but did I say that you are in a different relationship? Huh?"

"You!"

Guilliman was easy to get angry, and this time he was even more angry. The unhealed scars in his body were all affected, and his lips trembled in pain.

Magnus laughed strangely. In the battle with his brother, he once again won a major victory.

This made him extremely proud.

And his pride continued until Duke slapped him on the bald head.

"Shut up, Guilliman has just woken up and is still very weak. He can't be stimulated."

Magnus looked up at his brother's palm, which was bigger than his face, and decisively chose to shut up.

Duke nodded with satisfaction, then looked at Guilliman, who was gradually calming down, and told him about the course of the war and expressed his sincere gratitude to him.

This is the gratitude that Guilliman deserves.

Although the Regent spent the rest of the time lying in the emergency room in this war, except for taking the concentrated fire attacks of the three great demons.

But his contribution to this war was not during the war, but before the war.

The number of legions under the Regent is roughly estimated to be more than three times that of the expeditionary legion!

The number of Astartes alone is no less than the total number of members of Duke's heart network.

And Guilliman does not have the help of the heart network computing power. He only relies on his own ability to operate such a huge legion and manage it in an orderly manner.

The numerous affairs and the mental effort consumed in them are all unimaginable to Duke.

Guilliman, a demigod Primarch, took the initiative to kneel on one knee to the other party when the Space Wolf Chapter Captain challenged him - and his purpose of doing so was just to unite all the forces of the Empire.

If the protagonist of this incident was replaced by Duke, perhaps the Space Wolf Chapter Captain would be chopped into eight pieces and fed to Russ the moment he bared his teeth.

This is their difference, and it is destined that even if he is also a Primarch, he cannot replace Guilliman's role.

When Duke said that he had captured Fulgrim, he thought that Guilliman would be eager to find the other party to avenge the two swords after hearing the news.

But what he didn't expect was that Guilliman suppressed his anger and resentment in just a moment.

"The fall of a brother, even though he has been defeated, is not worth celebrating, is it?" Guilliman's eyes showed sadness,

"How to deal with him should be decided by my father, not me"

"Yeah." Regarding his decision, Dukel nodded noncommittally, and then said,

"You are right, brother"

"-Can you lend me the Mechanicus Archsage Cawl for a while?"

"Ah?" Guilliman's just brewing sadness disappeared in an instant, but he quickly reacted,

"What do you want Cawl for?"

"I plan to take him to a high-end academic exchange meeting. How about it, brother, are you interested in participating together?"

In fact, Dukel was just asking symbolically. In his expectation, the busy Regent should not have this time.

But unexpectedly, Guilliman really showed a very interested expression.

So Dukel kindly reminded him, "Brother, I have to remind you that this academic exchange is very high-end, and illiterate or semi-literate people don't need to participate at all."

"Illiterate? Are you referring to me?"

Guilliman was confused. As a Primarch, it was the first time for him to receive such an evaluation - in fact, he was not illiterate, and he had even read all the books on the native planet before being found by the Emperor.

But

Dukel and Magnus looked at each other, and then looked at him together.

Standing in front of him was Dukel, who stayed in the house to do scientific research as long as there was no war; hanging in front of him was Magnus, who pursued endless knowledge.

So.

"Okay." Guilliman smiled bitterly, "So I'm illiterate."

Then he seemed to remember something and said again,

"Duker, I want to use the victory of this war to hold a grand celebration. The Empire hasn't had such an exciting victory for a long time. Our people need hope."

"And your brother, you will be the protagonist of this celebration. I hope you must come to participate."

Guilliman said very seriously.

"Then I hope I can spare time by then." When Duker heard Guilliman agreed to let him take Cawl away, his mind was no longer here.

In the results he calculated.

If everything goes well.

Cawl's own knowledge and Primaris Space Marine technology.

Magnus broke through the bottleneck of psychic energy.

His own Psychic Engine technology.

Gris as deputy.

When this scientific research team is established, the probability of his ideal Second Legion Space Marines being born will be as high as 22.2%!

After a brief exchange with Guilliman, Duker hurriedly got up and left the emergency room to find Cawl.

When he left, the Ultramarines who had been waiting at the door for a long time, anxious because their old father was dying, rushed into the emergency room.

Whether it was Dukel or Guilliman, or even Magnus, they themselves did not notice that when they finished this conversation and walked out of the emergency room, when they were exposed to the sight of mortals again.

Their expressions unconsciously became stereotyped, not as natural as when they were with each other.

The proud Primarchs would never show their true thoughts in front of mortals.

Their true feelings would never be revealed to mortals, and the Primarch's emotions would only be directly shown to another Primarch, whether it was laughing, scolding, opening their arms, or fighting.

This is a very contradictory relationship. No matter how approachable the Primarch is - even Guilliman, he will not let mortals see through his true heart.

In the end, the only one the Primarch can recognize in his heart is his brother.

Set a fixed time and update at 8 o'clock in the evening.

I stayed up all night on New Year's Eve and couldn't write during the day, so I'll just write two chapters today.

Happy New Year to everyone.

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Currently owed: 30,000 words. I will try to finish it by the end of the month.