Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 145 Goodbye Ventanus
A meteor fell from the sky over Macragge.

Although this incident had a significant impact, it was far from worthy of a Primarch's personal dispatch. Guilliman still followed the original arrangement and met Ventanus who had come from afar, accompanied by Roche.

"After the battle with the Necrons on Sosa, I think our firepower is still seriously insufficient. I plan to look in the database to see if there is any rapid fire support unit that can be suitable for the current battlefield."

Roche walked beside Guilliman, recalling the defense of the stronghold commanded by Dantioch.

"Don't tell me, leave me some suspense." Guilliman refused Roche's next spoiler, hoping to save the surprise until the moment he witnessed it with his own eyes.

"Well, I have some new ideas about those legionnaires. Why not let them follow me? There are only so many of them anyway, and they are nothing compared to your legion."

Luo Xi was talking to himself. Ever since he met the famous figure king, he seemed to have picked up some of his bad habits.

In this boring galaxy, it seems that collecting is indeed a good hobby?

Luo Xi decided to develop a long-term hobby. Otherwise, he would be busy with work all day, which was no different from an emotionless overtime machine.

Roxi has gathered warriors from four legions, namely the Ultramarines, Raven Guard, Iron Hands, and Salamanders, as bodyguards around him.

After holding out for Tarazim, Roxi had begun to look forward to gathering the Astartes from all the legions as his own guards, and the representatives of the various legions gathered in Macragge this time undoubtedly gave him an excellent opportunity.

"You are really...ah, how can I describe you."

Guilliman didn't take it seriously. Anyway, those soldiers were under Roche's command and under the unified command of the Five Hundred Worlds. On the contrary, he expected these legion soldiers to take out some useful things from Roche's pocket.

After spending a long time together, he has figured out Luo Xi's temper. Apart from being overly cautious and a bit casual, he is also very easy to be content with the status quo.

Obviously, there were countless valuable technologies in the Red Alert's database that he could use, but this guy had no idea how to seize the opportunity and find something useful from those vast databases.

He would only rush to take out a solution from his pocket when he was forced into a corner by some emergency. This laziness made Guilliman very anxious.

The two men walked through the private corridors of the palace's inner court, deliberately avoiding the public areas where people were present.

The walkway under his feet was paved with wooden boards and marble. It was built by Guilliman's adoptive father, King Connor. The outstanding archon would pace on this walkway when he was confused, repeatedly pondering his gains and losses and right and wrong.

Guilliman walked on the path his father had walked before, and his mind became calm.

"I often wonder, as a king, how much time should I spend on the battlefield, and how much time should I spend on self-reflection and repeated thinking.

My father, King Connor, once taught me that the most important thing a king should do is to reflect on himself, reflect on his achievements, and reflect on his mistakes. "

Luo Xi agreed. He had realized more than once in his ten thousand years of life experience that one of the most important virtues of a leader is to know how to reflect.

Power can corrupt and distort a person, and the greater the power, the greater the influence. As the Lord of Five Hundred Worlds, Guilliman's territory is measured in light years, which is a huge area that a person with a vision limited to the planet can never imagine.

"I think one of the important reasons for Horus's rebellion was the identity of the Warmaster, and this concept put too much pressure on him.

After being crowned Warmaster of Ullanor, he stood out from our brothers, Horus becoming the most powerful being under the Emperor, but this exorbitant title also made him lose himself in power and anger.

Guilliman has always believed that the real purpose of a king, warmaster, and leader is not to start a war, but to prevent war. War is the last resort, not the only one. It is like a war hammer. Although it is easy to use and very effective, once you get used to it, all problems in his eyes can be solved with one hammer.

This is a terrible thing. Once lost in war and power, it will be the beginning of corruption. In order to prove himself worthy of the title of Warmaster, Horus gradually developed a tendency to fight for the sake of war. Did this sow the seeds of his downfall?

Guilliman walked through the long green road, and he was reflecting on himself. As the helmsman of the Ultramarine now, how should he balance the war itself?
At the end of the greenway is the entrance to the inner court, with two pairs of outer and inner gates separating the spaces from each other.

With the heavy sound of the hydraulic system working, the huge sturdy door was opened, and what appeared before his eyes was Guilliman's private room.

The outer office belonged to the Lord of Macragge, while the inner one belonged to Roboute Guilliman.

Guilliman had just arrived when the alarm bell at the door rang, signaling the arrival of the guest he was waiting to see.

The Primarch took off his power gloves. These newly designed power armors could be partially dismantled and then modularly assembled when needed.

He did not want to receive Ventanus in too formal a manner.

He pressed the button, and the extremely heavy door slowly opened.

Luo Xi saw a helmeted Extreme Warrior walking in from outside the door. Although he could not see the facial features, the strong sense of familiarity allowed him to recognize the other person at a glance.

In the Universal Museum on Calth, he had fought side by side with this distinguished Ultramarines Captain.

Ventanus was still wearing his original extreme power armor. Due to the influence of the destructive storm, it was difficult for Macragge to contact Calth. In addition, Calth, which was destroyed by the war, was being fiercely burned by the out-of-control sun.

Replacing Calth's equipment was not a high priority in Macragge's Ministry of Internal Affairs.

But even so, Ventanus's armor was well maintained. Although some traces of war could be seen, it was generally intact.

There was a deep sword scratch on the red goggles of his armor, which should be the mark left by a power weapon. Guilliman's brain could even simulate the dangerous scene when this scar appeared. Ventanus' head was almost split open by the enemy's power weapon.

On Ventanus's right shoulder armor, a charred burn mark erased the Ultramarines' legion mark, which was obviously left by a promethium flamethrower.

"Thank you for your hard work in the underground war in Kos."

Guilliman sighed softly and reached out his unarmored hand to pat Ventanus's shoulder armor.

The Ultramarines who stayed behind on Calth had to continue fighting the hidden Word Bearers traitors in the intricate underground pipe network and cities.

Those traitors who practice sorcery may well summon demonic entities from the Warp to fight against the Ultramarines.

"I have lived up to your expectations, my lord. Most of the underground areas in Calth have been cleared." Ventanus seemed a little reserved. Guilliman keenly felt that his son's muscles were a little tense and stiff at the moment his palm slapped.

The Ultramarines Captain's hands never left the fastest reaction distance, ready to fire at any time.

Apparently, the fierce and ruthless underground war in Calth had changed Ventanus's character, making him always in a tense and defensive posture.

Guilliman felt a pang of pain, the responsibility he had given his sons was too heavy.

They should be compensated properly. They have shed enough blood for Kos.

(End of this chapter)