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

Chapter 166 Good News and Bad News

With the help of the Pharos, Roche could move from the infirmary outside Macragge to Guilliman's office with just a thought.

But he still chose to come to the inner court of the Primarch's palace, captured a victorious soldier and asked him to knock on the door to signal.

Anyway, bad luck cannot befall only me. Luo Xi can only say sorry in his heart to the soldier of the Ever-Victorious Army who did nothing but was caught and made to bear the consequences together.

The door of Guilliman's office has been replaced. At least the method used by the Alpha Assassin to block the door that time is impossible to replicate.

"Dong dong dong."

There was a knock on the Primarch's thick door.

"Please come in."

Guilliman was a little confused, as there shouldn't be any visitors at this time according to the schedule.

When he saw that it was Luo Xi and a victorious soldier who knocked on the door, the Primarch's big heart contracted violently for a moment.

The ominous foreboding that troubled Guilliman continued to grow at this moment, even if Roche did not say it aloud.

Roche saw that Guilliman's face almost froze, then he forced himself to relax. There was a forced smile on his face, but compared to his previous sincere smiles, it seemed a little fake at this moment.

"So, did you get the result so quickly?"

The Principal put down the document waiting for review and placed his hands neatly on the wooden table. He seemed to be ready, but in fact, the fingers under the power gloves had begun to subconsciously tighten.

Perhaps he had guessed the truth in his multi-threaded thinking, but he still hoped to get good news from Luo Xi.

Roxi coughed lightly and cleared his throat. He wanted to convey the news to Guilliman as seriously as possible.

"It's like this. I have good news and bad news to tell you. No matter what, I hope you can be mentally prepared."

"Bad news," Guilliman said without hesitation.

Out of habit developed over many years in power, he tends to consider the worst-case scenario first.

"Let's listen to the good news first." Luo Xi said to himself.

Guilliman had a frustrated expression on his face, as if to say, "You've already thought of it, why are you asking me?"

"First of all, the good news is that you are not the only Primarch in Macragge. Your brother, Vulkan the Fire Dragon Lord, has also come to Macragge."

Roboute couldn't help swallowing his saliva. He wanted to be happy, but the worst plan in his mind was about to come true.

"What about the bad news?"

Luo Xi hesitated for a second, and even his real body in Sousa was resisting what he was about to say next.

This was a bit too cruel for Guilliman.

But delaying cannot change the outcome, this is already a fait accompli.

Luo Xi tried to speak in a calm and gentle tone: "Luo Bao, it may be difficult for you to accept the bad news. I hope you can cheer up."

"Speak, I am the Lord of Five Hundred Worlds, the Thirteenth Son of the Emperor, the Son of the Unyielding, the Primarch of the Ultramarines, and I fear nothing."

Guilliman's words sounded like he was trying to encourage himself, and seeing this, Roche also spoke out directly.

"The bad news is this: the charred body of the meteorite you saw falling from Macragge's atmosphere was actually your brother, Vulkan, the Primarch of the XVIII Legion."

Roboute thought he was prepared, but when he really learned the news, his superhuman brain felt dizzy for a moment.

His breathing quickened subconsciously, his heart pounding, and even his cheeks flushed crimson. The Primarch's fingers gripped the solid wooden tabletop tightly, his power-gloved fingers practically sinking into the surface.

He wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a word, as if something was tightly grasping his neck and strangling his throat.

Roboute Guilliman, a great orator and skilled speaker, was speechless for a long time after hearing the news of the death of another of his brothers.

He thought that after experiencing the death of Ferrus, he would be able to resist hearing this cruel news again, but obviously... he was wrong.

Vulkan, the gentle Lord of Fire Dragons, the lover who treated all life equally, the most people-friendly of all the Primarchs, had turned into an unrecognizable charred corpse.

He was his blood brother, the most trusted son of the Lord of Mankind, and an important commander and Primarch of the Empire.

"No matter who the murderer is, I will avenge my brother."

Guilliman stood up, stroking the helmet placed beside him, his tone flat.

Only Luo Xi and the ever-victorious soldier present could hear the great sorrow and the suppressed anger in it.

Guilliman was now even more angry than when he faced the two traitors in Nuceria.

One after another, loyal brothers fell to the despicable betrayal of traitors. Last time it was Ferrus, this time it was Vulkan, who will be the next one?
"Do you want to notify them about those salamanders?" Roxi looked at Guilliman with some concern. He put down the work in his hands and stood by the window.

The place where he stood was exactly the same as the day he saw the meteorite falling from the sky of Macragge. Superman's memory was able to recall the scene and mood at that time.

"The meteorite that annoyed me so much turned out to be my brother. My brother, was he still alive when you just entered the atmosphere?"

"Who forced you to leap from the Warp into Macragge's atmosphere, stripping you of your power armor? What happened to your Legion, your children?"

The Primarch did not speak. He just stayed beside the bed, staring at the sky through the reinforced glass window.

For ten full minutes, which seemed like an eternity to the Primarch, Guilliman did not utter a single word.

After a long time, he slowly turned around.

Roche saw that Guilliman's eyes no longer had the brilliance they once had, and they no longer had the vibrant and energetic spirit.

It was a look of immense disappointment, sadness and pain.

The ever-victorious soldier who was dragged in by Luo Xi was completely numb at this moment. He heard the shocking news of the death of the Fire Dragon Lord, and was forced to experience the silence that lasted for a century.

When the primarch's painful, disappointed and heartbroken look fell into the eyes of the Ever-Victorious Army, this veteran who had experienced hundreds of battles and had no regrets or tears instantly empathized with his father's pain.

He would rather fight the traitors to death than see the disappointed look in the Father of Genes' eyes.

Although he knew that Guilliman's disappointment and pain were for Vulkan, he still couldn't accept such feelings.

Luo Xi felt the murderous gaze of the ever-victorious soldier behind him. If possible, he would really want to strangle Luo Xi's neck and ask him why he did this.

"Let's block the news for now. Now is not the right time. If we leak the news to Salamander Captain Zaitos and other survivors, they will definitely go crazy and seek revenge on the traitors."

"They just escaped from the destructive storm. We cannot let them die in vain."

Guilliman planned to suppress the news first and tell the Salamanders after the situation stabilized.

This may be inhumane, but Guilliman's rationality believes that this is the best option at the moment.

This is a painful trade-off. Faced with the cold reality, everyone has to learn to make decisions based on pure rationality.

In a trance, Guilliman found himself becoming more like the Emperor. If this was so difficult when ruling over five hundred worlds, how many difficult decisions would the Lord of Mankind have to make when ruling over the entire galaxy?

(End of this chapter)