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Chapter 491 Guilliman's Request
The Primarch was given a place large enough to accommodate his girth, which was measured in meters.

Of course, Mr. Guilliman felt no guilt about this. After all, he seldom came to such a public place, especially when he had to sit down to eat.

But on this day, the chefs of those restaurants were definitely starting to get worried, because they were preparing lunch for the Regent of the Empire, the legendary demigod.

They were extremely nervous. Who knew what the Primarchs liked to eat? How much they ate in one meal was a matter for mythologists and historians.

And how they roast, fry and cook in this life, instead of looking for those words from ancient stories in ancient poems and texts.

They were extremely worried, trying to figure out what kind of taste a four-meter-tall demigod would like.

Fortunately, the people of Macragge, especially the natives, started from the most basic school learning content, and Guilliman's name is almost imprinted in the hearts of the people of Macragge.

They had heard many rumors about Guilliman since they were young, including many discussions about his favorite food.

To be precise, the accounts are quite similar, but Guilliman was a soldier as well as a noble, his favorite drink being mead, and his favorite food being steak or gratin.

But as a space Roman, Guilliman loves banquets. Although he can't eat as much as Russ, he is still a glutton compared to ordinary people.

The chefs now have grasped that point, serving up roast meats, fine wines, baked rice and stews like a buffet.

It is inexhaustible and can be used endlessly. Just based on the scale, it is enough for more than ten people to eat and drink at the same time.

But Guilliman just laughed it off, and at this little banquet he performed a little demonstration of why the Primarch could be called the Primarch.

Eating has been the biggest channel for people to express their uniqueness and power since ancient times. The bodies of the Primarchs can efficiently consume all substances known or unknown to humans.

Guilliman can sustain himself for inordinate lengths of time on relatively small amounts of food, maintaining peak physical condition, and can also feast on countless foods to nourish his body.

He had just been through the Great War, a protective war involving several sectors of the Imperium, with many Chaos warbands and Daemons fighting side by side, and the shadow of Greenskins as well.

Guilliman worked without sleep for almost 20 days and nights, manipulating the few cards in his hand in the almost endless quagmire of war.

The good news is that he won, just like every time he did something. After all, there were many painful things in this dark 42nd millennium.

But it is still much easier than the days when brothers were killing each other. Now he can still remember those cruel days. Betrayal is like a knot in his heart that can't be shaken off.

Fortunately, Brother Llane returned. This old wise man explained many problems to Guilliman and resolved many of his worries.

Guilliman was extremely grateful that his elder brother had returned during this most difficult time, and he was also grateful to his father's will and soul, which were no longer human, for still protecting this terrible empire.

He looked at the feast in front of him and ate heartily, while his offspring were also invited to take a seat.

Among them is naturally Guilliman's personal guard captain, Sicarius, who is famous for his attack and sharpness, the greatsword of the Ultramarines, and Guilliman's most trusted heir.

At this moment, the battle-hardened Sicarius first closed the distance slightly, then sat next to Taylor as a matter of course, and spoke in a low voice.

"I saw what you did in the Comoros, you are a miracle."

Taylor was confused by the nonsensical words before Sicarius responded.

"While carrying out a mission assigned to me by the Primarch, I was caught in a Warp Storm."

"My fleet and I traveled for a long time, and then followed a rift into Comoros."

"The demons are attacking there, but we dare not act rashly. After the warp jump and the incident of accidentally entering the warp, my army has long been in decline." "That period was quite difficult until the Eldar opened the warp channel for you. Then I relied on kidnapping the Eldar leaders to force them to open another path for my army."

"Let's return to the shortcut to Macragge."

"We passed through the webway and saw the good things you did."

"You have turned an opportunity for Chaos to become stronger into illusion and bubble, and made the gods' plan once again a joke."

"Your Majesty." He stopped here. After all, those things were not suitable to be announced to the world openly, and Guilliman must have acquiesced to their whispers.

It was obvious that the Primarch was well aware of his wonderful experiences along the way, and he was obviously quite satisfied with his "vacation".

Taylor has actually been brooding over this, after all, he has not had any throne coin income during this period.

Taylor now wanted to make up for every penny he had lost at Guilliman's, so his close brothers came together to feast on the banquet.

Obviously, there is nothing better than a group of Space Marines and Primarchs, and a large number of Imperial soldiers who have been reincarnated from starvation.

Even the food with sauce had to be eaten cleanly, which made the restaurant owner and chef happy, after all, Guilliman would not not pay.

Of course, they didn't have the courage to raise the price, and might even offer a discount. After all, the Primarch's smile was worth a thousand gold.

When they had enough food and drink, Guilliman wiped the grease that was accidentally stained on his armor, his expression changed from relaxed to serious, and then he said.

"Had a good time on vacation?"

Taylor replied. "If you're being chased by greenskins and fighting bugs, spending every other day with demons is pretty good."

"Then I guess I had a perfect vacation."

Guilliman asked knowingly. "It was quite fulfilling. I made quite a few friends. Obviously, travel always has its surprises."

"It seems that you don't take it to heart, so I can also make the announcement."

"I'm sorry, but your vacation ends here."

Taylor's expression froze. "One more month... agreed!"

"I've saved up for almost 30 years of rest. If you consider the Imperial Guard's standard of five days off a month and the officers' annual leave, I still have time!"

Guilliman replied immediately. "We'll ask when there's a combat mission."

"Don't worry. I will also help you with the matters concerning Macragge Military Academy, including the consulting fees and military pay during the holidays. I only need you now."

"In the heart of the Empire's dark side, in the ruins of Cadia."

"Archmagos Cawl has found a way to suppress the rift, and we will reforge Cadia."

"Now, you will become the most powerful guard lord in the empire. Prepare for this final battle..."

Only now did Taylor realize that Roboute Guilliman's visit was obviously not a coincidence.

No one comes to the temple for no reason, but isn’t this matter too big?
(End of this chapter)