Chapter 126, Everything Is Not Lost Yet

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For Guilliman, his last memory was a mortal battle in which the Primarch and a filthy brother fought each other, two godlike forces wrestling with each other, vicious curses and taunts; his last Perception is a burst of severe pain beyond the limit of endurance, the erosion and diffusion of toxins.

He begged his father to save him in pain, and his prayer was answered, a burst of cold golden light embraced him...

The next second, Roboute Guilliman woke up. He looked around in a daze. He found himself back in the Temple of Justice in Macragge. Even in the dim light, he could still make out Astar The perfect figure of the specials, and... the emperor standing in front of him.

"Father? Are you alright?" This was the first thought in the loyal son's heart. His face was filled with unstoppable ecstasy. Seeing his father standing in front of him intact, Guilliman's voice trembled : "This is really... great."

"Things may not be as good as you imagined, Roboute." The emperor just replied coldly, just as he was about to say something, a forbidden army walked in from outside: "Your Majesty, a human suddenly came outside... Mixed forces with the Eldar, destroy them?"

"Allied forces?" The emperor's wise and mighty face was somewhat surprised.

"It's the Cadian survivors led by Saint Celestine, Marshal Almarich of the Dark Templar, Judge Grafax, and some Aeldari who call themselves the Death Army, my lord." The imperial army reported with a long halberd: "They seem to have formed a coalition."

"...That's fine, Roboute, I'll give you a few days, you'd better hurry up and find out what happened in the past ten thousand years." The Emperor said coldly, he glanced at Guilliman, Then he said to the forbidden army: "Death Army?... These spirit races may be useful, we shouldn't destroy them now, let me talk to them."

"Yes!" The Imperial Army responded immediately, the emperor's will is the highest truth, they only need to carry it out.

"Ten thousand years?" Roboute Guilliman was still in a panic, but the Primarch immediately reacted, and he realized a serious problem: "Now... when is it?"

The emperor didn't answer his words, and the lord of mankind left straight away. Obviously, he had other things to do. His journey was a top secret, and before the dark gods could react, he still had a lot of things to rush Finish.

In the perception of the emperor, an unprecedented battle is taking place in the realm of chaos. The mad knights under Slaanesh invaded the garden of Nurgle. Go to attack Khorne's Iron Fire Castle, and Khorne's bloodthirsty demon army has just entered Tzeentch's Crystal Labyrinth. At this juncture, the four gods of Chaos are fighting. Under his careful cover-up, attention The four gods of chaos, who are focused on internal fighting, have not noticed the recovery of the Lord of Humanity for the time being.

A fragile and difficult truce was reached between the Emperor and the Reapers of the Eldar. This negotiation was a relief to Inquisitor Gracefax, who had agreed to an alliance with the Eldar without permission. The Eldar got what they wanted, and Promise that the Emperor will assist Guilliman in the next series of actions.

"We are going to Caliban now!" The ships of the Custodians left Macragge, leaving Guilliman who had just awakened.

About a week later, Roboute Guilliman sat back heavily on the throne. A moment ago, he dismissed all his attendants and advisors, and even the honor guards were ordered to wait outside the sanctuary.

"It turns out that thousands of years have passed." The Primarch of the Ultramarines, the Lord of Ultramar, sat back on his throne in pain.

His physical pain was healed by the Emperor, but the wound in his heart was getting bigger and bigger.

The Primarch had conversed with the Sage and her companions, the commanders of the Ultramarines, and even Ifrane of the Reaper's Army one by one; deep, earnest conversations continued for days,

During this period, Guilliman used every ounce of amiability and cunning as a politician to create a harmonious and friendly atmosphere. He tricked the other party to say more information while laughing, and perfectly concealed his anger caused by these words. Mood swings.

Guilliman spoke highly of the insights given by each visitor on the current situation, and praised their contributions to the empire; according to the different personalities and preferences of each guest, Guilliman showed targeted Show the side of your personality that best caters to the other party, so that the other party unconsciously responds to his questions with sincerity and frankness.

Although it looked calm on the surface, every reply was like a cannonball bombarding the Primarch's chest; confusion and horror weighed on him, and grief and pain made him unable to control himself.

Roboute Guilliman covered his face with his hands and let out low howls, the armor buzzing with this movement.

He desperately hoped that his father would return to him, or that he could have a brother to have a good chat with him.

"Thousands of years," he went on, "look what they've become, and ourselves too—fanaticism, ignorance, misery, decadence, all, in the name of a god, ironically Yes, the 'god' himself has always hated the title."

Guilliman shook his head and got up, walking around in this sanctuary belonging to the Chapter Master, his eyes flicked over the battle flags hanging on the wall, each side was as high as an imperial knight, the finely woven The exploits of the Ultramarines are depicted on the fabric.

Kill aliens, execute heretics; save the world, destroy the world. The paintings show the chapter's past great achievements at a glance, and the imperial eagle emblem and coat of arms are clearly recognizable rubbings on it.

In addition, there is another being shrouded in halo, sitting on the throne - that must be the emperor.

He learned from the imperial army and his men that his father had only just recovered.

"We have failed, Father," Guilliman's words were filled with weary and bitter mourning. "You have failed your sons, and we have failed you; our arrogance and vanity have created the empire we are today, and we have failed humanity—didn't Horus declare that you intend to ascend to the gods, and use this as an excuse to launch a rebellion Isn’t the state of the empire today arousing his gleeful ridicule?”

Anger welled up in the heart of the Lord of Ultramar, and he clenched his fists to restrain himself—he fantasized that he was smashing tables and chairs, tearing up flags like a mad beast, and poured his anger into the room. on everything.

But the anger quickly faded.

"There is still hope, my father is back." Guilliman muttered to himself, the courage returned to the Primarch, so dark, so desperate, the current situation facing his father's empire could not defeat him.

Because the father has returned, at this most desperate and darkest time, the Lord of Humanity has finally returned.

He had also learned what a fruitful fruit Belisarius Caul's research institute beneath the surface of Mars had borne. All this convinced him that there was still hope for a brighter tomorrow and for the Empire to rise from the ashes.

Under the guidance of the father, humanity will once again unite under the banner of the Emperor, and he will continue to fight as the Primarch of the Ultramarines.

"It's just... I'm the only one left, and I'm the only one left." Guilliman gritted his teeth and sighed slightly. The Primarch had already learned that all the Primarchs of the past were either missing or degenerated. He is the only Primarch left in the entire human empire to wake up.

Thousands of years later, he has become the only remaining Primarch.

"Who told you? Guilliman? Who told you that you are the only one left?" At this moment, a tall black figure walked into the Holy Hall of the Ultramarines from the door.

Holding the lion helmet in his hand, his noble face is still as pure and flawless as it was ten thousand years ago, the long golden hair hanging down from his cheeks, and the black power armor is still as clean and new as ten thousand years ago, his complexion and The emperor was as cold as ice, just looking at Guilliman's embarrassing appearance, there was some disdain on the face of this uninvited guest: "Are you scared?"

"Leon! My brother!!!" Hearing this familiar voice, Guilliman suddenly raised his head, his voice was full of disbelief, but when he confirmed the figure of the visitor, he was filled with joy and sadness In his heart, his face still remained calm, only the hot tears in the corners of his eyes and trembling hands betrayed him.

He rushed in front of the uninvited guest and looked at his brother happily. He suddenly didn't know how to express his enthusiasm. After hesitating continuously, the Lord of the Ultramarines gave the visitor a warm hug, even though they were separated Blocked by power armor.

"..." The Primarch of the First Legion who just woke up was a little at a loss for Guilliman's warm embrace, or he didn't know how to express his feelings. Thinking that the person in front of him had also been asleep for thousands of years like himself, Lai On-El'Jonson finally reluctantly stretched out his hand and patted Guilliman's back in embarrassment, motioning him to let go of himself.

The emperor stood outside, watching his two sons embrace, the eyes of the Lord of Humanity finally fluctuated a little, it was a trace of regret, these proud works of his in the past, now only two people are still under his command , the rest are either degenerate or missing. Some Primarchs know where they are but cannot be found or recalled for a while, and some Primarchs don’t even know where they are.

Then, the father and son returned to the secret room to discuss the next plan.

The Emperor rejected Guilliman's suggestion to sit, telling his son that he hated sitting.

"I have news to tell you that you have a new brother." The Emperor stood on the throne, his gaze shot into the distance like a sharp sword: "He is the last one left to me by Malcador. His gift is also the key to my recovery, without his efforts, there would be no recovery.”

"He is my secret weapon against Chaos, and the only hope to save those corrupted primarchs. He can reverse the corruption and restore those corrupted primarchs to their original form...with my help."

"Remember, his existence is top-secret. It cannot be known to anyone but the three of us. If you have a chance, you will see him." The emperor said calmly: "The galaxy is burning, and now we are the only ones left standing in the sky." In the dark."

Hearing this, the eyes of both Guilliman and Jonson burned with hope, and the fallen brothers have always been the pain in their hearts: "Then what should we do? Father?"

"Guilliman, you just need to announce your recovery. In the endless darkness, the recovery of a Primarch is too important for the empire. The awakened son will go to Terra to meet him, who is still rotting on the throne. father." The Emperor first arranged for Guilliman: "Your recovery will attract the attention of Chaos, and there will be a fool who will come to you if he doesn't know what he can do."

"Jonson, take your people and follow me to Armageddon." The emperor raised his head, and the face of the lord of humanity was only indifferent: "Let's go to recover a fallen original body together."

"A Primarch that was heavily contaminated when I first retrieved him, your brother."

"Everything has not been lost. All aliens, heresies, and demons will be wiped out in front of us! The universe will return to peace, and the only evil thing can be destroyed! Human beings will eventually stand on the top of the blood tide."

The emperor's long black hair fluttered in the air without any wind, and the divine light on his body shone brighter and brighter, almost filling the entire holy hall. Accepting the sacrifices of psykers without hesitation, the strength of the Lord of Humanity has become even more terrifying than before.

Both Guilliman and Jonson rose to their feet.

"The Milky Way belongs to the Imperium of Man!" Guilliman roared from the bottom of his heart.

"Let us continue the unfinished great expedition! Father!" Johnson also expressed his determination.

"let's start!"

So, just when the human empire was about to fall into the darkest and most terrifying predicament, a message full of hope was sent to every corner of the entire galaxy.

The Primarch of the Thirteenth Legion, Roboute Guilliman announced his return, and the reinforcements of the Empire are also continuously gathering in Macragge. Dozens of sub-corps of Ultramarines are trudging hard in the roaring ether frenzy , Gathered here without fear of hardships and dangers, just to see the style of the Primarch - the Nova Warriors, the Sons of Aura, the Origin Chapter and countless other subgroups gathered in a torrent to swear allegiance to the Primarch.

At the same time, the returned son of the gods personally announced that he was about to set off on an expedition to Terra.

A new era has begun.

…………

It seems that something extraordinary is really happening in this world!

Ryan, who was walking on the mountain road, thought of this, he has been in this state for many days.

He had vaguely guessed what happened.

"Your Excellency Ryan, we are about to reach the border of the Arden Forest. Have you seen the mountain in front?" Jules, the Holy Grail Knight, pointed to a mountain ahead and said to Ryan.

After nearly ten days of trekking, the army has entered the Britannia border.

"According to the arrangement, you will first go to the royal palace of Korona, His Majesty the Knight King Richard will entrust you, and then you will go to the Principality of Carcassonne in the south to be baptized in the Lady of the Lake Cathedral, and we will take you to Fairy Lake , to see Her Highness the Lake God and Witch." Ules said the planned arrangement: "She will arrange your position."

Ryan nodded, he was thinking, this arrangement obviously shows the characteristics of the country of Brittany, that is, the politics of the north and the south, the capital where the king is located is located in the north of the kingdom, while the Cathedral of the Fairy in the Lake is located in the south of the kingdom, so The power of the whole country was divided into two ends, forming two centers.

The army was advancing in the field, and suddenly, there was a drumming noise in front.

"Beastman! It's Beastman!" A black spot appeared at the end of the plain.

The Holy Grail Knight Jules raised his lance: "Ready to fight! Knights!"

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