Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 197 Robert Guilliman, Part 2
Roboute Guilliman.

This name seemed to ignite something, making the Ultramarines, who were already on edge because of the aliens entering Macragge, completely furious.

Taylor prepared to escape almost immediately, and he immediately found a cover, but he actually didn't believe that the Ultramarines would open fire on their fellow Imperials.

But even so, Taylor saw that old Calgar's face was filled with anger, and he could even imagine how exaggerated his disgust and anger were.

After all, for the Ultramarines, the Primarch is an unmovable reverse scale, and even the Ultramarines cannot tolerate Cawl's words now.

Calgar said angrily, "If you dare to tarnish my Primarch with your words again, I will turn you to dust beneath the Destruction Field."

He was absolutely serious. Taylor even heard the roar of the Destruction Stand. He already regretted not eating better food. After all, the food on the Sword of Glory was really good.

Now that he thought about it, he shouldn't have gotten off the boat, but instead shamelessly hid on the lower deck and tried to get away with it.

Great, he's going to be in trouble again, fighting the Ultramarines? Thanks to that idiotic speech of the Oil Guy leader.

But Cole, as if unaware of this, took a step forward and said in a heavy, mechanical voice, "I'm here to revive him."

"I have brought the Armor of Destiny. If the sleeping Primarch is clothed in it, he will return from death. This armor is what he promised me."

"The Primarch himself has asked me to forge, at some future time, the object that will enable his return."

"He had foreseen his own departure, and I finally forged that thing."

These words silenced the entire hall, even the Inquisitor of the Tribunal and the Champion of the Black Templars who had been following them all the way were surprised.

"Resurrecting the Primarch?"

Of course, this is the most exaggerated thing that has happened to the Extreme Warriors in the past ten thousand years, not just Calgar.

Even the Ultramarines Master Chief, who had believed in them and fought with them all the way, looked shaken.

Taylor, the Eldar high command and the Living Saint were probably the few who knew this, but Calgar still thought it was too reckless to let a Martian touch their temple.

Taylor was quite pessimistic about this. After all, Calgar was an old stubborn ass, and it was obvious that he couldn't let go of those damn constraints and ancient oaths.

Carl still wanted to fight for it, but a blue giant stepped out of the queue first.

That was the Master Chief of the Ultramarines.

He knelt on one knee, apologized to his chapter master for his rash actions at the moment, and then said.

"Brothers, Chapter Master, I am willing to believe the words of the Sage, for I have witnessed his efforts on Cadia and seen Abaddon's fear of him."

"I have pondered countless times what could have caused the Chaos Warmaster to pursue me so frantically, and the Eldar to proactively escort me. But now I have found the answer: the rise of a Primarch."

"It was enough to derail their war and their success. I imagine that when Abaddon sees Guilliman's lightning-fast return, he will recall his past worries and feelings of powerlessness."

"Even so, he is already the Lord of Chaos."

Calgar emphasized. "But I still don't believe this absurd thing, Sergeant Carditello. You are our loyal brother, there is no doubt about that."

"But you've been away from Macragge for too long. During those long days, you've constantly wandered around the borders of the Empire, devoting all your energy to maintaining stability."

"Is it possible for you to be defiled by this?"

"Although you have moved me, you must allow me to wait for a while. I need to listen to the opinions of the other brothers."

The Ultramarines Master Chief ducked his head, but another large, scruffy figure approached.

"You've lost your mind, you old fool!"

He pointed at Karga and cursed. "I understand you don't trust the Martians, but you actually doubt your own brothers?"

"We have to think twice when it comes to the Primarch?"

"The Primarch is not that fragile. If Russ were here, he would grin at me and say, 'Try it now!'"

"I can't wait to see Guilliman's surprised face when he wakes up!"

It has to be said that this wolf brother's imitation is very good, thanks to an old wolf named Bjorn on Fenris who has been telling stories of the Great Crusade for ten thousand years.

The Fenrisians of today, the Space Wolves, are closer to what they once were than any of the original groups.

It is also clearer that the glorious years of the Primarchs are not something that should be framed.

But Calgar couldn't bear any risk to his Primarch, so he responded furiously. "You impolite Fenrisian! You've exemplified all the evils associated with the Space Wolves!" The Ultramarines' Master Chief didn't side with his Captain this time. Instead, he said, "But I believe Russ's words."

At this moment, the Chief Librarian of the Ultramarines who had been standing next to Calgar spoke.

"I predicted the rise of chaos and saw that visitors from Mars would bring hope, but I didn't expect things to develop like this..."

"Calgar, my captain, let them try. Perhaps today, a long-standing curse from ten thousand years ago will be lifted."

The think tank was wearing standard think tank armor and holding a long staff, and looked very knowledgeable.

Taylor finished labeling him internally as Karga made a long, thoughtful sound before finally standing up and saying.

"Come, you will go to the holy land of the Ultramarines to meet our father, and you..."

"Those Eldar, those aliens..."

"You will enter the core area of humanity, but our guns will not deviate even a little."

His tone was serious, but Taylor could sense Calgar's boldness and carefulness, as well as his sense of protection for the Space Marines, especially the Ultramarines, beneath his seriousness.

This old guy actually has a very cute personality, and is obviously the type who protects his own people.

I didn't expect that this legendary figure who fought against the Zerg swarm and faced Abaddon head-on would actually have such a side...

Taylor was a little surprised at the moment, but he still prepared to find a comfortable place in this beautiful hall to sleep and wait for the Primarch to return.

He's just a salary earner, why would he take the risk?

But soon, he was blocked by the Space Marines. Those blue cans believed that they could not let the Imperial members who followed the aliens leave the team.

Apparently, he was being monitored, or assumed to be part of Cawl's team, which forced Taylor to follow the Mechanicus's sage to avoid being shot by the Ultramarines.

When he stepped into the Temple of the Ultramarines, it was a huge hall made up of countless reliefs carved out of gold, supported by countless pillars like those in Greek mythology.

The golden sculpture depicts the legend of Guilliman, who came from Terra, was adopted by a mortal, dealt with the invading barbarians, and unified the Macragge Senate.

Taylor was like a child visiting a museum who had seen the stories before but had forgotten them so long ago.

Now, he was like a fan visiting a Warhammer museum, watching the Primarch's rise to Lord of Ultramar.

Until they reached the back of the hall, where they sat on a crystal seat, an ancient stand of stagnation.

The Primarch lay quietly with his eyes closed, just as he had been on the day he fell into a coma.

He was four meters tall, almost twice the size of a Space Marine, with blue armor and golden hair, and a face as perfect as a classical Athenian sculpture.

Taylor swallowed. How could a small person like him have the right to enter this place, the core area of the universe?
He even felt like the sandwiches stored in his tactical bag were desecrating the place.

The girl from Lightling whispered, "Boss, is that the Primarch?"

"If you think he's an orc leader, that's fine." Taylor replied jokingly, of course, without being heard by the Ultramarines.

Roland said, "A child of God, my God, following you, we've really seen everything..."

Taylor sighed. "I'm afraid so."

As they were chatting, Calgar suddenly spoke.

"I will not allow you, a bunch of alien wizards, to defile the Primarch!"

He raised his weapon and attacked the Eldar. The atmosphere suddenly became tense, as if Calgar was going to kill the Eldar.

But the next moment, a flash of Terminator Armor transmission light that Taylor was familiar with and hated flashed.

Dozens of Terminator armors with long fangs belonging to the Black Legion arrived later.

At the same time, hundreds of Black Legion gunboats are flying here like crazy, and the Chaos Space Marines are trying to attack here!

This also forced Calgar to stop attacking and start commanding the battle immediately.

And, Taylor habitually yelled, "Take cover!"

(End of this chapter)