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The heavy wooden door blocked the transmission of sound. Even with Astarte's extraordinary hearing, he could only vaguely hear the sound of quarreling coming from the room.

The loyal victorious soldiers caught words such as "safety" and "peace of mind", as well as the helpless sigh of their genetic father.

However, Guilliman's Honor Guard chose to turn a deaf ear to these quarrels.

Theoretically the most respected mortal in all of Ultramar, Lady Euden, who exudes rationality and elegance, is not at all calm at this moment. Her words are sharp, and her face is full of worry and concern for Guilliman.

However, contrary to the huge difference in body size, Guilliman, who was nearly four meters tall, was slightly hunched over. His amazing debating and speaking skills were useless at the moment, and he listened to Ms. Euton's advice with a helpless look on his face.

"Sir, you have changed today's schedule. I have no objection to you visiting Mustafa in a private capacity, but you must bring Auguston and the Ever-Victorious Army with you. There is no doubt about that."

"Don't try to convince me with your eloquence. You know, a large part of your eloquence was taught by me, and it doesn't work on me."

The worry of Guilliman's adoptive mother, Lord Chamberlain of Macragge, was almost clear on her face, and she expressed her dissatisfaction with Guilliman in an unusual way, which was very rare in her long life.

This outright anger and anxiety never subsided when the Primarch's adoptive mother saw Guilliman returning from Calth, battered and bruised. Even though Roboute had repeatedly assured her that he was fine, Lady Euden still expressed deep horror that her son had almost died.

Whoever she was, their reaction would not have been calmer than Ms. Euton's when they realized their son had just escaped death.

"Ma'am, I am only going to Mustafar near Macragge. It only takes half an hour by flying machine. Besides, what in Macragge could threaten a Primarch?"

Guilliman tried to persuade the Lord of the Palace, but the other party's attitude remained unshakable, and even became more extreme under Guilliman's provocation.

"Yes, invincible Primarch, I heard from Gage and Hill that you were psychically blasted from the bridge into space at the beginning of the war."

Miss Euton's tone was sharp, prodding Guilliman, "You didn't even put on your helmet, so you survived in space for twelve hours on a single breath?"

"It was an accident!" Guilliman waved his hands, blaming his sons in his heart for reporting every detail of what happened on the battlefield to the lady.

If they could remain silent, well, no Ultramarines could remain silent before Lady Euden.

This is not only because of Ms. Yuton's special identity, but also because she is the Lord of Palace Affairs of Macragge.

She is in charge of almost all court affairs, and her abilities exceed those of most Ultramarines. The Primarch's adoptive mother has been silently assisting her son with her political skills.

No one dared to offend her majesty, including Guilliman.

"There is a saying in Ancient Terra: Secrecy leads to success, while disclosure leads to failure. You are the monarch of Ultramar, the core of the Five Hundred Worlds. Now we are in a state of war. Your brothers will kill you at all costs. How can you do things with such a casual and lazy attitude?"

Lady Euden's words were like a sharp sword that pierced through Guilliman's small movements that he tried to cover up. He held a glass of Macragge's specialty wine and sipped it to block the lady's eyes that were more hurtful than a sword.

"My officials have reported to me more than once about the unusual situation on the planet Mustafa. I can understand that you chose to avoid talking about it, but I must intervene if you want to go to that planet in person."

Guilliman could no longer maintain his composure, he could not remain calm under Lady Euden's words.

"Auguston! Come here!"

Ms. Euton immediately began calling Auguston who was guarding outside the door.

"Okay, okay, lady, I'll bring my guards, you win." Seeing Auguston outside the door about to push it in, Guilliman immediately waved his hand to indicate surrender.

A barely perceptible smile flashed across Ms. Euton's face, but she remained stern.

"I think I need to know what happened on Mustafar, too. The planetary thunderstorms. What happened to that mining and death world? I wouldn't be able to sleep well at night if something out of control happened this close to Macragge."

"What do you need to hide from me? You know, when you were a kid, you peed..."

Before Lady Euton could utter the next word, Guilliman's large hand came up to cover hers, stopping his adoptive mother from muttering.

Macragge's field commander, the XIII Legion's second-strongest warrior after Marius Gage, and a strong contender for the First Chapter Master, had pushed open the heavy door, and he heard Lady Euden's call.

When he entered the room, he found that his genetic father and the Lord of Palace Affairs were sitting in chairs in an orderly manner. The two of them were staring at him, which made this invincible warrior on the battlefield feel a little uneasy.

There seemed to be a playful smile on Ms. Euton's face, while her genetic father showed a hint of embarrassment, which made Auguston a little confused.

What seems to have happened?

Forget it, that’s not something I should consider.

Unlike Marius Gage who is both civil and military, Auguston's strengths are almost all in his martial arts and battlefield command, which also makes him appear a bit stupid most of the time.

"Make arrangements, Auguston. Organize my honor guard. We will visit Mustafar immediately."

"I will obey your wishes."

The battlefield commander did not hesitate at all and immediately organized the victorious army stationed outside.

"Madam, please save some face for me in front of my sons."

Ms. Euton covered her mouth with her hands and lifted the teacup on the table to hide her smile.

After all, not every mortal has the opportunity to see the great Primarch wetting the bed.

Recalling the embarrassing moment when one-year-old Roboute hid the evidence of his crime, Ms. Euton couldn't help but feel happy, as if she had returned to those good old days.

Unfortunately, he grew up too fast. When he was three years old, Guilliman had surpassed her. She didn't even get to enjoy her son's childhood.

Konor had long since passed away, and Guilliman had grown up to become the king of the Five Hundred Worlds. Lady Euden would never allow any danger to threaten her son.

Never allow it!

Chapter 47 Visit

Riding on his own private spaceship, accompanied by Lady Euden and the Ever-Victorious Army, Guilliman quickly rushed from Macragge to nearby Mustafar.

"Those are... mining ships?"

The Primarch had excellent eyesight. He squinted his eyes slightly, and the light coming in through the porthole illuminated the cabin. Small spaceships were shuttling through the asteroid belt in an orderly manner like marching ants.

Compared to the warships that the Primarch rode on, they were even much smaller than transport ships.

There are so many of them that almost every larger meteorite and celestial body in the asteroid belt has a corresponding number of mining ships.

Their front ends release a faint white ray, which can shatter the hard rock layers on the outside of the star, and even the metal shells, in a very short time.

Once the external obstacles were cleared, the small ships plunged into the asteroids, and Guilliman speculated that it was gnawing on the material of the asteroids and bringing it back to the Forge World.

As a Primarch, Guilliman couldn't help but imagine what it would be like for a space battleship to be surrounded by these tiny mining ships.

It's like a giant whale being hunted by ferocious sharks. The disintegration rays they release can easily tear apart the armor and hull of the warship, and they can even penetrate the defense of the void shield when sailing at a low speed.

"What are they called? Model? Features? Who makes them?"

Auguston obviously realized the value of this wolf pack tactic, but he looked at the models of those spaceships in confusion. There was no sign to prove their origin except a string of numbers.

This was very unusual. As the field commander of Macragge, Auguston was the supreme military commander in the absence of the Primarch and Gage. He should be aware of the status of all military and civilian air and space vehicles so as not to miss opportunities in the war.

"Is this related to the changes on Mustafa?" Although Ms. Yuton was not proficient in military affairs, she was keenly aware of the differences between these spaceships.

This didn't look like the work of the Mechanicus, whose ships had distinct religious styles, huge Gothic buildings and traces of human skulls, but these ships had none of that.

They are designed specifically for mining and have no redundant components.

Simple, efficient and direct.

"Yes, I left a key chess piece there to break through the current predicament of the Five Hundred Worlds."

Before the spacecraft reached Mustafar's low-Earth orbit, the communication waves had already connected with the Primarch's vehicle.

"Welcome, everyone."

Luo Xi's image appeared in the holographic projection, and he waved his hand, seemingly shutting down the newly established low-Earth orbit defense system.

Although Mustafar does not have a ring-shaped orbit, it still has a lot of aircraft. They are all of the same refined and simple style, and their unfamiliar appearance makes it difficult to tell what they are used for.

Just out of his war intuition, Guilliman was certain that they were definitely not good people, and their deterrent ability was even greater than he had imagined.

After breaking through the atmosphere, everything became clear, with blue sky and white clouds, as if returning to the beautiful Macragge. Only the name of the planet was still flashing on the screen of the spacecraft.

The planet has become extremely flat, and the tall mountains and huge deep pits left by former mining have disappeared.

The endless flat land is covered with metal, countless power stations are flashing lights, and densely packed cable lines and energy pipelines are like blood vessels transporting nutrients to various places.

The tall technology center is particularly eye-catching. The cutting-edge antenna seems to radiate some kind of electric arc, reacting with the charged particles in the atmosphere to emit beautiful light beams.

Is this Mustafar? The desolate world of death?

Just a few weeks have passed, can a dead world be brought back to life?

Guilliman immediately felt that Hill's request for him to come and see it in person was reasonable. There were too many things that could not be described in a written report.

Guilliman had been to Mars, the extremely prosperous, developed but sickly red planet.

It is dotted with intricate man-made structures, many of which are relics from before the Age of Strife.

Countless spaceships travel here, taking away products and bringing in raw materials, but the place is not as vibrant as here.

The spacecraft landed at a reserved ground port, and when Guilliman and his entourage landed, Roche was already on the ground to greet them.

He was too lazy to go through this clichéd ritual process, but considering that the war base still needed to obtain huge amounts of resources from the Five Hundred Worlds, he decided to make the trip himself.

You can never lose out by having a good relationship with Guilliman.

"How about this? Give me a dilapidated death world, and give you a technological city that will surpass Mars in the future. Welcome to Mustafar."

Roche shook hands with Guilliman, and although his palm could only hold one finger of the Primarch, it was also a necessary etiquette.

"Who is this?"

He noticed that beside the Primarch, there was a woman with a special temperament. Just as Guilliman was about to introduce her, he was interrupted by the Lord of the Palace.

"Tarasha Udon, nice to meet you," she replied with impeccable grace.

Ms. Youton did not put on her own identity, but met with Luo Xi very cordially.

Her keen political intuition told her the importance of the person in front of her. This very young-looking man was very special.

He has an aura of calmness and composure, and this kind of temperament can only be seen in people who are strong in some aspect.

May have the potential to become an ally of Guilliman.

Those walking creatures all reveal technology that is different from this era, and the gap is as obvious as that between the Industrial Age and the Bronze Age.

There is no doubt that everything on this planet is providing strong support for the Five Hundred Worlds.

Whether from the perspective of the Lord of Ultramar Palace Affairs or the Primarch's adoptive mother, Ms. Euden believes that it is very necessary to win over this extraordinary man.

"Guilliman's adoptive mother? That's really a rare existence." Roxi thought in his heart.

According to the intelligence he had read, among the Primarchs who had returned to the Empire, only a few had adoptive fathers, and Guilliman was probably the only Primarch with a mother.

Having lived for too many years, Roche deeply doubted the mental and psychological states of these primarchs.