Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 199 The Return of the Original Body
Taylor hurried over to the coffin where Guilliman lay, stepped onto the high steps, and watched Calgar approach the enemy.

Taylor's conscience was tormented, and he longed for an old soldier who trusted him, even if it was for his own good.

He walked in front of the huge throne and stood beside it. Robert Guilliman was like a lifelike sculpture. Taylor could even imagine how the Ultramarines were scrambling to wipe the giant's great body.

He was practically spotless.

In front of the throne, in addition to those who admire its brilliance, there is also the Chief Librarian of the Ultramarines, who is Calgar's most trusted protection.

Or perhaps, Calgar actually knew that his father might very well wake up today, ten thousand years later, today after the Great Rebellion.

But he couldn't bear to see his father being killed by the elves. He would rather die on the battlefield than make up his mind to see such a depraved and disgusting thing.

In fact, he was grateful to Taylor for lying to him. Although he didn't want to admit it, it still provided him with an excuse not to face this matter.

Maybe, like Taylor, Calgar is a coward who doesn't live up to his reputation?
Now, before the throne, the Librarian spoke frankly. "I won't stop you. Go ahead. I hope Calgar is wrong, or we'll be burdened with immense guilt."

Kaul debugged the final system operation of the instrument without saying a word, because he needed to ensure that this matter was foolproof.

In front of Kohl, the huge iron coffin slowly opened, revealing a set of azure armor with a golden eagle emblem inlaid on the chest, which shone brightly in the light of the stars shining through the window.

Next, Evelena, the Eldar, held high a weapon that looked extremely terrifying from a human perspective, a tragic, demonic weapon.

At least from Taylor's point of view, that thing was almost identical to the sword that sealed the Demon Prince of Slaanesh.

Of course, he was not an expert in this area, but he could still tell what was sealed inside and what was bad.

The Crone's Sword was held high by the Eldar lady, her graceful body becoming a summons of death before Guilliman, the death that the Primarch had longed for for ten thousand years.

Free him from the curse of his evil brother, from the curse of that damned demon prince.

The blade pierced into Guilliman's heart. At that moment, all the Ultramarines felt the same pain, which was the pain of the Primarch's death.

That was enough pain to drive the Blood Angels crazy, and it was enough pain that the Iron Hands warriors would never forget.

It was the death of their father, the departure of their king, and a fate they should have accepted.

The Librarian knelt on the ground with tears in his eyes, but Calgar was still fighting, so he was exposed and knocked to the ground by the Chaos Terminator.

Calgar looked at the enemy in front of him in pain, and also felt the pain of his father's death. The two kinds of pain combined made it almost impossible for him to think.

He was breathing heavily and his eyes were dazed. If the first captain had not fought to the death, Calgar would probably have died.

Taylor watched as the machine devoured Guilliman's body like a greedy monster.

Evelena looked like she had suffered a great deal of hardship at this moment. Her body was soaked with sweat, and the old woman's sword was stained with the Primarch's dark red blood.

Everything ends at this moment and begins now.

Taylor inadvertently brought his confidant with him and became the only mortal to witness this miracle.

Even living saints were fighting because of sudden attacks, but this great honor was enough for him to enjoy for a lifetime.

Even if he doesn't care.

The mechanical coffin made a beeping sound, red text flashed on the display screen, and then it started to work rapidly.

The Librarian said painfully, "Could it be that we are wrong?"

Calgar regained consciousness and almost frantically climbed up, ignoring the pain of the bomb piercing his chest, and came to face this matter.

His father was dead and most likely would never breathe again.

He was hurt and angry, but also felt helpless.

He had chosen this path, and now he had only the price to pay, and he was willing to take with him the Eldar and Mechanicus traitors who had killed his father.

He raised his indestructible iron fist, and anyone who humiliated his father would have his head turned into mud!

But now Taylor's slender body blocked his way. In front of Calgar, this mortal seemed so narrow-minded, small, and even cowardly.

He said angrily. "You betrayed me! You lied to me!"

"If you think you're not worth my fist, you're totally wrong!"

Taylor was filled with regret. He had been ten to ninety percent certain he would see the Primarch resurrect, but the flashing red light made him a little uncertain. After all, his butterfly wingspan was so large that he could stir up a tornado, and the Emperor might even rise the next day.

He couldn't be sure, but he had to take the gamble because he was at this point.

If Guilliman wakes up, he will face the Empire led by the Primarch, and there will be hope for his life from now on.

If Guilliman died, Abaddon would be able to take his life. You know, the good things he did on Cadia were enough for the Warmaster to remember him for the rest of his life.

If Abaddon had a list of enemies, Taylor would definitely be among the top ten.

So he had to stop it, even if his head was smashed into tofu pudding by Superman, he had to muster up the courage.

He said. "Calgar, Lord of the Ultramarines, you must calm down."

"Give me two minutes, and the Primarch will surely awaken. By then, everything will be fine."

He said hurriedly. "Lord Kaul, how sure are we?"

Kaul looked at the screen and replied, "3 percent."

At this moment, Taylor wished he could turn into Calga and smash this mechanical head himself!
He gritted his teeth and said, "Give me some time, no matter what!"

Calgar replied angrily. "Half a minute."

This was very little, and he didn't know if it was enough, but Taylor still agreed immediately.

Therefore, every second that followed was quite torturous.

An enraged demigod whose father had died, an emotionally unstable bomb, was counting down next to him.

Each of his recitations was like the ticking of a time bomb before it exploded.

And Kaul's damn machine had been bright red since seconds ago.

It could be his own blood.

Taylor thought jokingly.

After the giant's countdown sounded zero, Taylor subconsciously reached for his weapon.

Fight against Calgar?
He has no confidence.

But escaping death is not impossible.

The atmosphere was extremely tense at the moment. The Eldar Evelena, the Mechanical Sage, and an unlucky guy were all ready to see blood.

But just before that crazy thing happened, the screen of the machine changed from red to green.

It slowly opened.

A giant walked out of it, with blond hair and blue eyes, like perfection, and the blue Armor of Destiny on his chest and body, giving him new life.

It was clear that Robouti Guilliman was alive, walking, breathing.

He was twice as tall and twice as big as Calgar, handsome, extremely strong, and so healthy that it seemed exaggerated.

While Taylor was worried that it was an empty body, his eyes looked at everyone.

It was the first time in Taylor's life that he saw that kind of look. It was definitely not the look a human should have. It was like that of a computer, cold and efficient.

He is thinking and understanding the situation and things here.

But soon, those eyes became angry, human, and full of regret.

His massive form strode towards the traitors who had defiled Macragge, and Taylor understood immediately.

Someone is going to be in big trouble, and...

That person is not him!

(End of this chapter)