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

Chapter 151 Loyal Word Bearers?
Under Ms. Euton's rebuke, Auguston still looked a little unconvinced, but he still bowed his head to show his obedience.

"I know you're still not convinced, Lord Auguston." Euton continued, "The problem today was that the inner court guards didn't check the visitors carefully? Was it that the inner guard chief Badrum didn't control the situation? As you think, they are all mortals."

"And what about Titus, the head of the think tank? Did they foresee this incident? Roboute wanted to have a long talk with his old friend and was careless and relaxed his vigilance. However, his wrong behavior was not questioned or corrected by you, the descendants."

"He made a mistake, but you didn't correct him."

Inger Doro used his eyes to stop Auguston's subconscious reckless behavior. This fearless and invincible warrior on the battlefield was so impulsive and selfish when interacting with others.

"Ma'am, have a drink of water. The pharmacist has good news. Lord Roboute has woken up."

The think tank director took a glass of water from the side and handed it to the Palace Affairs Master.

Ms. Euton drank the water, glared at Auguston, and then followed Prieto into the emergency room.

Guilliman was currently leaning on the cushion of the hospital bed. His face was calm, not at all like he had just experienced a thrilling assassination.

"Madam." The Primarch called out when he saw his adoptive mother walking towards him quickly.

"You always make me worry so much." Lady Euton leaned slightly against the bed, carefully observing the healing scars on Guilliman's neck and back of the head.

In order to help the wound heal better, Guilliman's golden hair near the wound was shaved off, which diminished his heroic majesty.

"My sons worried you, they were ignorant," Guilliman said, apologizing for Auguston's rash behavior.

"Yes, my son always worries me. Auguston is very much like you." Ms. Yuton fought back without leaving a trace, and then continued.

"Promise me, Luo Bao, you will never put yourself in danger again. Think more about yourself. You can help others, but who can help you?"

The Primarch's silence could not block out the heartbreaking words of a mother, and Guilliman simply nodded to show that he had learned his lesson.

Lady Euton sat beside the bed, using a sharp knife to peel the skin of a fruit similar to an ancient Terran apple, and then fed it to Guilliman bit by bit.

Roxi watched quietly on the side, and Guilliman was a little embarrassed. He said with a hint of complaint: "Madam, I don't need to peel the fruit to eat it. I can chew it even with that knife."

The original body's adoptive mother seemed to be selectively deaf and just did her own thing.

"Okay, okay, girl, please call Doro and Auguston in." Guilliman ate another large piece of fruit pulp and said while chewing.

Within a few seconds, Dorlo Yingjie, Prieto Think Tank, Auguston and Internal Guard Commander Dobarum walked into the Primarch's emergency room.

The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant, and the complex air mixed with blood and medicine decomposed in the noses of these superhumans.

The room was somewhat dim, and the Primarch was leaning on the bed to receive his offspring.

"Father, I think the Ever-Victorious Army and the Palace Guards need to be held accountable. It was their dereliction of duty that caused you to bleed." Auguston, who was the most impatient, growled.

"Silence!" Guilliman scolded. "I heard your bickering inside the wall. You are sharing the responsibility. Is this how you deal with a crisis?"

The Primarch's neck and back of the head were covered with a gel drug that accelerated wound healing, and bandages were wrapped around his flesh and power armor. Guilliman's weak appearance made the Ultramarines breathe faster.

The grief that comes from genes.

Dorlo took a step forward, knelt on one knee, and bowed his head in front of the Primarch. Then others followed suit, Auguston, Titus Prieto, and the commander of the palace guards, Dobarum, knelt one by one.

Although Guilliman did not stand to accept the Ultramarines' pledge of allegiance, his gaze remained sharp as a knife. "My sons, listen carefully: in the face of crisis, only unity can overcome difficulties. This accident should serve as a warning to us. We still have shortcomings and flaws. This is not to be feared. The fear is that we turn a blind eye to them."

Everyone listened attentively, not missing any subtle movements or expressions.

"I must make plans for all emergencies. If I fall, you can follow the advice and orders of my mortal advisor, Luo Xi. This is my order, and you need to keep it in mind."

Roche immediately showed a look of astonishment. He originally thought that it was Guilliman's momentary weakness, but he did not expect that his friend's will was so firm.

Guilliman saw the confusion in his sons' eyes and continued, "Roshi is my dear friend. I know his character and abilities. Although he is just a mortal in your eyes, I am sure that his abilities are beyond all of you."

"This is a contingency plan and insurance. If that future does happen, do what I say today."

"Your wish is our wish, sir." The hero Doro answered first.

The high-ranking members of these Ultramarines looked at the projection of Roche beside the Primarch with a whole new perspective. Their expressions were complicated, but extremely firm.

"Stand up," said Guilliman, motioning for his sons to stand.

Luo Xi sighed deeply. He knew that from this moment on, his ties with the Five Hundred Worlds would be unseverable. This was not the duty of an ally, but the advice of a close friend.

"I am someone who hates trouble and responsibility, but I have to shoulder these heavy burdens one after another. Sigh..."

This meeting between father and son lasted only a short while, as the problems revealed by the assassination of the Primarch needed to be immediately resolved and completed until it was ensured that a similar situation would not occur again.

But the peaceful time that Roche thought of was soon broken by the leader of the Ever-Victorious Army, Commander Dracus Grod.

The guard, wearing strong interaction force armor and filled with a murderous aura, came in front of Guilliman.

His voice came through the speakers of the massive helmet: "My lord, Captain Ventanus requests to see you."

The next second, he continued, "We have confirmed repeatedly that this person is the real Ventanus, not a fake one."

"The Alpha Legion created a time lag with us. The real visitors from Ventanus and Calth have indeed arrived in Macragge. They have also completed the registration in our records. This is also one of our oversights."

"Let him come to see me." Guilliman did not ask any more questions, but ordered Grod to bring Ventanus.

The leader of the Primarch's guards was embarrassed. He said:
"My lord, Captain Ventanus is not alone. He has brought a Word Bearer with him."

He formulated his tone and suppressed the doubt and disbelief in his heart.

"A Word Bearer who remains loyal to the Emperor, who requests to see you."

The calmness on Guilliman's face was finally broken. So far, the legionnaires who had come to Macragge included almost the vast majority of the legions, and among them there were even loyalists who had betrayed the mother legion.

Such as the former trident of the Iron Warriors Legion: Barabas Dantioch, and Captain Skraal of the World Eaters who died in the battle of boarding the Fury of the Abyss.

Between loyalty to the Legion and their Primarch and loyalty to the Emperor and the Imperium, they chose the latter.

But he had not yet seen any loyal Word Bearers, and he expected that his traitorous brother Lorgar Aurelion must have purged them all long ago, and all the Word Bearers loyal to the Empire had returned to the Emperor's arms long ago.

"Bring him here. I would like to meet a Word Bearer who still chooses loyalty. Perhaps we can gain a lot of surprises from him."

(End of this chapter)