Chapter 726: No One Is without a Mother, Right?

Growing up in love.

For the Primarch, this is an unattainable luxury.

The Primarchs were found one by one, and more and more brothers were able to sit around the Emperor.

"My brothers, this is my mother. After this meeting, I need to return to Macragge immediately. Her birthday is in a month." Guilliman held a small photo, which showed a warm picture of Euden holding young Guilliman.

The indifferent Lion King turned his head and was unwilling to look at it. Angron's Butcher's Nail broke out again. Curze fell into epileptic madness because he couldn't control the jealousy in his heart. Mortarion couldn't help coughing.

The first one to take action in the conference room was Curze. He rushed over frantically and tried to strangle Guilliman directly, but before he could do it, he was smashed to the ground by Vulcan with a hammer.

"Seriously, you should go see Ms. Odemeier." Fulgrim reminded again, which ended Guilliman's flood of memories.

"I will go. After I arrange everything in Macragge, I will go to the Great Dining Hall to meet Ms. Odemire, who is praised by you." Guilliman replied.

The following days were quite peaceful. Macragge was rebuilt again, and the Ultramar sector will prosper further under Guilliman's effective operation.

The bureaucratic systems on some planets were unwilling to hand over their power. They submitted quite a lot of reports and documents to Terra to protest against the greed of the Ultramars on Macragge.

However, the New Spirit Department had long intercepted these crude psychic communications, so that the situation in the Ultramar sector was unknown to outsiders.

The bureaucrats on the planet did not know about the resurrection of the Primarch, nor did they understand what kind of prestige the Lord of Ultramar had ten thousand years ago.

"This is a challenge to our independence by the Ultramars! We can't give in!" A governor roared.

A few days later, he died in the spear of the Eldar Ranger.

Guilliman was dissatisfied with his brothers' assassination, but when he really went to some planets and witnessed the extreme decline of the Empire's administrative management capabilities, he felt that he had no time to waste.

"This planet. In my memory, it is a civilized world where citizens can live equally and with dignity, but now, it has become a backward slave camp."

The dissatisfaction in Guilliman's tone made Calgar feel guilty, but the primarch did not blame his offspring too much.

After browsing the chapter library, he also knew that his offspring had not slacked off in the ten thousand years of protection.

Things have changed, and now it is no longer the prosperous empire during the Great Crusade.

Let's set a small goal first, to restore the Ultramarines to a scale of 200,000.

Calling Celestine to his study, Guilliman took a deep breath, he straightened his mood, and then carefully read the "Sacred Words".

He frowned and read for a long time. Whenever he felt that the content of the book was too outrageous and made his eyes hurt, he would look at the wings behind Celestine and the golden light she emitted.

In the eastern star region of the Tau Empire, on a planet named the Graveyard.

This planet had been colonized during the reign of Ether, and dozens of large cities were built on the islands of the planet.

The planet has a blue ocean and extremely diverse and rich marine life. The built colonial cities are also full of biological research institutes and aquaculture and fishing plants.

But that was all in the past. Unfortunately, this planet was on the escape route of Amalaga, and the Tau people in the colonial cities were all captured and skinned and fleshed.

This is also the reason why the planet was named the Graveyard by the Tau Empire. The empty and scarred city is the tombstone of the dead.

Now the planet is invaded by the Zerg again, and the native species in the ocean are fighting with foreign predators. Even if they can win the final victory, the originally gentle ocean will become more deformed and violent under the influence of the residual matter of Tyran.

"It's really sad to see such a beautiful planet become like this."

The blue planet looks filthy from space, and every deep purple-red is the area where the swarm gathers.

The chief of communications sent good news. The last void beast of the swarm has been broken into pieces under the artillery fire. As long as the worms on the planet are eliminated, this war will come to an end.

"Very good." Farsight nodded, and then he asked about Lin Fan's situation.

"They?" The chief of communications was stunned for a moment, "They should be fighting in the Wolie Islands at the equator of the planet."

Wolie Islands.

This was once the most densely populated place for the planet's colonial cities. Now it is filled with the biological buildings of the Tyranid swarm, and various worms are rapidly evolving in the nest.

The ground of the island was dug out by the worms one tunnel after another, leading directly to the depths of the ocean.

The tunnels are filled with bone excretion tubes, which are filled with Tyranid biological fluids and various fully evolved worms.

These worms are almost translucent. After entering the seawater, they merge with the water. Their shells have also undergone corresponding changes, so that they can hide in the scanning of high-power detection instruments.

The aggressiveness of these bugs is not worth mentioning compared to the bugs rampant in the Ultramar sector, but their survivability has been maximized.

In the damp and dark nest, the slender and flexible tyrant is trying his best to complete the task assigned to him by the Norn Queen.

Delay time, as long as possible.

Their hive fleet has no hope of survival, but they have to attract enough attention from Lin Fan here to keep the hive fleets invading from other directions safe and sound.

Sacrifice me, and thousands of families will be happy.

The tyrant thought sadly that he had never suffered such humiliation since he was born from the original hatching pool of the hive will.

Hiss~~

The lower-level insects sought support from the tyrant. They suffered heavy casualties in Lin Fan's rampage.

"That thing hit the devouring tube! Repeat! That thing hit the devouring tube! Our army is completely divided!"

But what can he do?

After a long time, the tyrant replied to his subordinates through psychic power.

"Again, if you hold on firmly, there will be a way."

The psychic communication has not ended yet, and the solid wall made of flesh and bones was kicked open by Lin Fan.

The sound of the bang not only scared the lower-level insects, but also made the tyrant realize that he must escape from this biological building community that is about to be destroyed as soon as possible.

Looking at the warrior bugs shivering and gathering together in the room, Lin Fan forced out a ferocious smile.

"Damn it. You guys can really run? Ah!"