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Chapter 272 Who else deserves to be called the true Lord of Ultramar?

There was a brief silence in the air, leaving only the sound of the machinery of the Adeptus Mechanicus Archsage Belisarius Cawl.

True, Lord of Ultramar,

The first thing that Calgar felt was confusion.

But Agman, who was standing beside him, was first overcome by anger and suspicion.
The captain immediately drew out the power sword at his waist and pointed it at Belisarius Cawl:

"Sage, the one standing before you is undoubtedly the Lord of Ultramar, Chapter Master of the Ultramarines, King of Macragge!"

"He is the successor of the Primarch, the leader of the Ultramarines, and the protector of all the people of Ultramar. Who else is worthy of being called the "true Lord of Ultramar"?!"

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The great sage Belisarius Cawl looked at Agman with almost contempt, as if he was looking at a fool.

Agman was angry at the humiliation in this look.
"Sage, you——"

However, before Agman could finish his question, he was interrupted by the great sage Belisarius Cawl.
Belisarius Cawl whispered an ancient name, a name the Ultramarines heard every day but which was only a part of history.

This name stirred up a storm in the calm,
Reina uttered an unbelievable "Huh?", Greyfax also took a deep breath, Grand Master Voldus slightly widened his eyes, and even the weathered Calgar clenched the armrest of the marble command seat.
The holy power sword in Agman's hand almost dropped. He looked at Belisarius Cawl in confusion and whispered, "Who?"

"Robot Guilliman." Belisarius Cawl's voice was as calm as cold steel. He glanced at Agammon and said, "Do you want to deny that Roboute Guilliman is the true Lord of Ultramar?"

Agman choked.

"I come for a ten-thousand-year contract. I come for the promise I made to the Primarch Robouti Guilliman."

Belisarius Cawl took a slow step forward. His huge mechanical body slowly unfolded. The metal body was like a giant beast standing in the hall.

He looked at Calgar, the Lord of the Ultramarines, as if he was just looking at an unimportant child.

"Son of Guilliman, cooperate with me in this mission. I must deliver this sacred cargo to the Primarch immediately."

Belisarius Cawl said, pointing to the automatic relic box beside him.

Maneus Calgar's eyebrows were tightly knitted, staring at the great sage Belisarius Cawl.

The servants of the surrounding regiments did not even dare to make a sound, and watched this scene from afar with fear and horror.
The room was filled with the sound of scribes attempting to record this dramatic moment in keeping with Ultramarines tradition.

Captain Agman came out of his shock and looked at Chapter Master Calgar.

"My Lord, I do not trust them."

"An unknown Archsage of the Mechanicus, two profane Eldar, and an illegal psyker came here, carrying a mysterious cargo, trying to reach the temple of our Gene-Father. No one can trust this!"

Agman urged fiercely:
"Kill the two blasphemous xenos, restrain the illegal psyker, and imprison the others."

"We still have a fierce war to fight now. We will interrogate them carefully and analyze the cargo after the battle."

Many people present nodded slightly in praise of Agman's judgment.
This is undoubtedly the most reasonable and least risky approach, and this is also the instruction in the scriptures for such events.

Evelyne raised her eyebrows slightly, and the red-armored warrior Thousand Faces beside her silently placed his hand on the hilt of the sword.

"Giant ape, I will take off your heads before you do anything."

Qianmian said in an unquestionable tone:

"Your armor is as thick as a tortoise shell, your body is thick and bulky, and your swordsmanship must be crude and embarrassing."

Agman glared back angrily, and his Terminator power armor began to emit a low humming sound.

"Then try it, Bean Sprout." Agman responded in a cold tone: "Your body is as thin as a willow, and you will not be able to withstand the heavy blows of the Emperor's creation."

For a moment, the atmosphere in the air was a little cold and frosty.

Evelene's body moved slightly, and every muscle of hers contracted just right, like an Eldar rapier about to be unsheathed. She was not wearing armor, but the Astartes present could feel the power in her body.
If the talks collapse, she will fight her way out.
"My Lord." Digris said softly, "You know, I saw the figure of the expeditionary army in the prophecy. The will of the Emperor has shown that they carry the hope we desire."

This sentence made Calga turn his head slightly and look at Digris.

Calgar was silent for a few heartbeats, then he fixed his eyes on Celestine, the living saint in the expeditionary army.
In Calgar's eyes, Celestine is one of the few people in the entire expedition who can be trusted.
Celestine nodded gently to Calgar, "This is indeed the Emperor's will. I believe it so devoutly, and I hope you will believe it as well."

Calga nodded and turned his attention back to Belisarius Cawl.
"Sage, my think tank chief knows of your existence from history and prophecy, and also knows that you once served my gene father."

"Now, I am willing to temporarily abandon the rules of the Holy Code and listen to your needs. Now, can you tell me what your mission is? What is the sacred cargo?"

Kalga spoke gently to Belisarius Kaul.

"No comment." Belisarius Caul answered Calga simply and straightforwardly.

This time even the two elves standing aside couldn't hold it back, especially Evelini. The look she gave Belisarius Cawl was so sharp, filled with the emotion of "Will this guy be able to speak properly?"

On the contrary, Karga was relatively calm.
He read the records found by Digris and learned that this great sage of the Mechanicus had lived for a full 10,000 years. His memory, soul, and even emotions were probably preserved in an inhuman way. It was normal for him to have problems communicating with people.

"Only after reaching the Primarch can I reveal my mission to you." Belisarius Cawl's metal body trembled slightly, and his tone suddenly slowed down.

Calgar nodded slightly, then stared at the great sage and fell into a brief period of thought.
Everyone in the hall was waiting for Calgar's judgment.
"I understand and agree with Agerman's judgment. It is undoubtedly the correct judgment."

Karga spoke slowly, but he immediately changed the subject:
"But I also know that we are now in a time when everything is different. Chaos is growing stronger, traitors are wreaking havoc once again, and a Great Rift is opening across the sky."

"I think I have to make some extraordinary judgments now. Moreover, I cannot betray the guidance of the think tank director Digris, and I also trust the guarantee of the living saint."

".Even though I have little reason to trust the two Eldar and Archmagos Belisarius Cawl."

Calgar sighed slightly, as if he was dissatisfied with the decision he made:
"You may proceed to Guilliman's Temple, under the watchful eyes of myself, Digris, and Grand Master Voldus."

Agman did not refute Calgar's judgment. He just bowed slightly to the chapter commander and then stepped aside.

The Ultramarines know when to voice their opinions and when to follow orders.
The anger and recklessness that Agman had shown since the beginning were all for the purpose of helping the Chapter Master to obtain more information and better observe the reactions of the expeditionary members.

His mission has been accomplished, so there is no need to say anything more.

Captain Calgar nodded slightly to Agman.
He then handed over the command of the entire war to Agammon, who led a company of Terminator veterans and Digris, and cooperated with the Third Brotherhood of the Grey Knights led by Grand Master Voldus to monitor the expeditionary force heading to Guilliman's Temple.
Lena followed the expeditionary army, walking on the streets made of marble and barbed wire, watching the sun in Macragge in the distance sinking below the horizon.

The sunset was not noticeable through the complex buildings of Hera Fortress and the towering mountains of Macragge. Only a faint light could be seen.

But the sunset never ceased above the Hera Fortress. The battle between the Black Legion and the Ultramarines never stopped. The exchange of fire between the two spread around the Hera Fortress, and dusk-like explosions continued to be set off on the void shield, as if turning the entire Hera Fortress into a raging furnace.

By the time Reina and the expeditionary force had passed through the extremely complex marble stairs and arched bridges and arrived in front of Guilliman's Temple, the battle was still unresolved, and the traitors' offensive was even more powerful.

Under the leadership of Calgar, the expeditionary force began to enter Guilliman's Temple.

Reina's heart was pounding, and a strong sense of tension hit her brain and soul.
Meeting a Primarch, not a statue or a real corpse, but a Primarch who is still alive, just restrained in a stasis field.
Not to mention Reina, even among the governors of the one million planets in the galaxy, few have this honor.
Reina couldn't help but reach out and touch her cheek, wanting to touch the tattoo of the Holy Word that her mother had tattooed on her face.
However, what Reina felt was only the scar. She suddenly remembered that the tattoo of the Holy Word her mother had left for her had been destroyed.

This made Reina feel an inexplicable emptiness in her heart. She thought of her mother in a trance.
Reina's mother was so pious, but when Reina was discovered to be a psychic, she chose to protect Reina and escape to the lower nest.
"This tattoo comes from the Holy Word, it will protect you."

Reina still remembers how her mother stroked her hair and said:
"Mom will protect you, too. She will always protect you."

Reina always believed that her mother's actions were not a betrayal of faith, but that she believed that Reina could carry out the Emperor's will.
Her mood suddenly became calm.
It was such a sacred moment, the best moment she could get in her faith, so why did she feel lonely?

Reina vaguely recalled the question she had argued with Zhou Yun in Asford. "Can a mother's love be greater than faith?"

She insisted that faith could not be something as narrow as love.
Suddenly, a hand was placed on Reina's shoulder.

Lena twisted slightly but didn't see anyone, but she knew it was Zhou Yun's hand.

"It's time to go in." Zhou Yun whispered in Lena's ear, so softly that it seemed like an illusion.

Reina nodded imperceptibly, and stepped into Guilliman's Temple with Zhou Yun, who was hiding beside her.

(End of this chapter)