Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

Luo Xi took back his bracelet, and the nanorobot returned to his wrist, as if nothing had happened.

The ghost only appeared for a very short time, probably only thirty seconds, and then everything disappeared.

Several people stopped in the room, staring at the place where the ghost appeared.

"It seems that we can't find the answer this time, so let's take a break." Guilliman also eased the atmosphere. After finding out that it was not psionic energy that was causing the trouble, he relaxed a lot.

After all, in his heart, the ones who were best at using psychic powers were his traitorous brothers. They believed in the evil existence in the warp, so it was natural for them to do some tricks.

The reason why Calth suffered such a huge loss in the first place was that the Word Bearers used Chaos Waste Code to pollute Calth's mind space, causing the weapon array to fall into the hands of the enemy.

Roxi also looked around the room, which was the residence of Guilliman's adoptive father, King Konor. There were many scrolls hanging on the walls, depicting some very important people and historical events in Macragge's history.

Roche also had great admiration for the Archon who had raised Guilliman. He had met Angron and Lorgar, the two sons of the Emperor, but the impression they left on him was terrible.

One is a bloodthirsty maniac with a nail in his head, and the other is an extremely fanatical religious person.

It was then that he realized the importance of family education to the Primarchs. For these naturally extraordinary individuals, their parents' teachings were the key to the formation of their worldview.

Guilliman's nature is never lacking in anger and recklessness. There is primordial rage hidden in his heart, but he has become a rational and calm king. The education of King Konor and Lady Euden is crucial.

Roche was very fortunate to have met this Primarch who still had rational thoughts shortly after arriving in this era. Guilliman was one of the few people whose thoughts could be in sync with his.

Although he was resting, Guilliman was still sitting in his chair that was suitable for the Primarch's size and processing documents. In fact, he could do many things at the same time, processing documents, receiving subordinates and guests, and even considering the details of the reform of the Five Hundred World War.

Prieto sat in front of his genetic father, his eyes full of admiration and love.

Many of his battle brothers envied him for being able to follow Guilliman and listen to his teachings. He also knew that this opportunity was rare, so he took this opportunity to curiously look at the books and data pads on the Primarch's desk.

"Do you read, Titus? Will you and the newly formed think tank select some of the classics that have been passed down for your taste?" Guilliman asked.

“Of course, we use reading as a relaxation mode.” The think tank director answered seriously.

"Well, I mean do you read anything other than psionics and war, like novels, plays, history?"

"Yes, you reminded me when you restarted the think tank that the human mind is an important weapon to fight against evil, and it needs constant sharpening and self-reflection."

Guilliman was pleased with this answer.

Luo Xi was sitting on a chair nearby, watching the conversation between the father and son. In his eyes, Roboute was indeed a loving father who cared about the details of his children's lives and their mental state.

"You should read more classic works. The library in Macragge contains some works that are even older than the Age of Strife and the Dark Age of Technology."

After Prieto recounted his own insights from reading, Guilliman added, he stood up, walked to the bookshelf behind him, and took out a data pad.

Guilliman prefers this data tablet carrier, which is faster and more convenient than books recorded on parchment, and can record more information.

"You'll like this, take a look." He handed the dataslate to Prieto.

"Thank you, Father."

The think tank director took the data tablet, on which was written the contents.

"Hamlet, Prince of Denmark?"

Guilliman began to explain, "This is a play from very ancient times, probably in the second millennium of mankind, brought into this world by a poet named Shakespeare."

"And the gentleman next to you is from that era." Guilliman shrugged and pointed at Roche.

A human from the second millennium? It occurred to Prieto that this was such a long time span, and next to him sat a living history.

"I am not as good as Mr. Roche in this regard. If you think tanks have any questions, you can seek answers from him. He spends a lot of time reading in the Macragge Library, so it is not difficult to meet him."

Guilliman smiled at Roshi and jokingly said, "You won't refuse such a small request of mine."

"Of course, I'd love to." Luo Xi responded.

He certainly understood Guilliman's intention. The monarch of Macragge wanted his Librarian to learn from him, which did not mean learning psionics or some profound ways of warfare.

What think tanks should learn most is the wisdom inherited from ancient times, the philosophy and inspiration summarized by ancient sages.

These may seem vague and elusive, but for the Librarians who harness the power of the Warp with their personal minds, these philosophies are extremely important.

“Knowledge can be spread through books, but wisdom is difficult.”

Prieto put aside his contempt for mortals, and came to Roshi sincerely and bowed.

Too much history has been lost in the long, dark river of time. As humans enter the 31st millennium, the records that remain are extremely rare, and their authenticity is questionable.

At moments like this, it is extremely precious to have someone who has personally witnessed history, or is a part of history.

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"Recent events on Macragge have reminded me of this book, which my father used to read to me before bed," said Guilliman.

"In the ancient country of Terra called Denmark, a ghost walked on the walls of the palace. It wanted to convey a message to the prince, telling him about the great changes that would take place in the country."

"Then, are the ghosts we see at this moment also some kind of warning and revelation? I don't know, but it is not impossible."

Guilliman leaned back in his chair, looking at the paintings and the clock on the wall.

suddenly.

The Thinker on the table, which was once used by King Connor, began to beep.

The gentle atmosphere in the room instantly disappeared in the rapid sound of the alarm. The director of the think tank put away the data tablet, stood up and waited for orders.

Guilliman ignored the Thinker's alarm. He quickly rushed to the window and looked at the dark sky through the transparent glass.

In the sky obscured by the Ruinstorm, a shining star was showing its existence to everyone. It was the only one, and it was the first star to appear in the sky two years after the Ruinstorm began to rage.

This was obviously not an ordinary thing, something had happened.

Guilliman noted the star's position in his notebook: rising in the eastern sky between the peaks of Mount Kaluut and Mount Andromach.

Luo Xi glanced at his notes, only to find that the pages were already filled with records, the earliest of which was fifteen minutes ago.

The Primarch's observation was more acute than the Thinker's observation system. He had already discovered it and had been silently recording the detailed information.

"Emperor, it must be something that can carry messages across the warp storms. Is it one of my loyal brothers warning me? Or is it my father's call?"

As Roboute pondered, his thoughts naturally diverged, and each divergent thought led to more plans and backup plans. The Primarch imagined all possibilities in order to gain the upper hand before finding out the mysterious twinkling star.

Two years had passed since this terrible betrayal. Roboute had never let go of his hatred for Lorgar and Horus. He was eager to punish them for their betrayal.

However, the Ultramarines were bound in the Far East by the destructive storm created by the enemy, and this satisfying revenge was delayed.

He longed for the shining star to bring about some good changes.

It could be a little light, or it could be a beacon.

Someone knocked on the door, making a soft thumping sound.

"Please come in."

An elegant lady in a long dress walked in. It was Ms. Youton.

She glanced at the number of people in the room and focused her attention on Guilliman.

"My lord, the ghost has appeared again."

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When the Lord of the Palace delivered the news that the ghost had appeared again, Guilliman immediately walked out of the room and rushed to the scene.

A group of Central Guards wearing silver-grey uniforms and cobalt blue cloaks followed behind the Primarch, led by Commander Badorum.

The places where ghosts appear belong to their jurisdiction. In Guilliman's inner court, in addition to being guarded by the Ever-Victorious Army, more space must be left to the mortal guards to patrol.

This elite guard has protected the inner court since the reign of King Connor, and they still perform their duties today.

Ms. Youton walked in front. She looked thinner than she was two years ago. Although her temperament had not changed much, Luo Xi still noticed subtle signs of aging.

For a mortal, two years is enough time for a lot of changes to happen.

Guilliman followed behind his foster mother. Although he was anxious, he did not push Lady Euden away, but moved at her pace.

In the corridor of the hydroponic garden, a group of people walked in the darkness, and no one turned on the lights for fear that it would disturb the possible ghosts.

The familiar sound of the Soltiri harp came again, the long and sad melody expressed sorrow, but more importantly, the echo brought by the sound of the harp. The hydroponic garden was very large, and Guilliman was sure that the sound waves would not echo here.

The echo did not come from Macragge, nor from the inner court.

"Who was the first to discover it? What did you see?" Guilliman asked, looking at Badrum, the commander of the guards in the area.

"It was Klennart, he was here at the time." The commander called out a guard and immediately asked him to report the situation to the primarch.

A soldier was marching out of line, taking off his helmet.

"Sir, we were on patrol, just like usual. But today we heard some strange noises. I thought it was some small animal living in the garden, but it wasn't. It was some music that I didn't quite understand."

"Look me in the eyes, soldier," said Guilliman.

Then the guard raised his head as high as possible and looked directly into Guilliman's eyes at close range.

Under the watchful eyes of the Primarch, there was no way he could lie or conceal details, although these loyal guards would not do such a thing.

"I also saw a tall shadow that emerged from the shadows." The guard described what he saw. "It was very real. I thought it might be a real giant, but there was nothing."

"What was it wearing? Do you remember?" Guilliman demanded.

The guard described the details he saw. The Primarch thought for a second and said to Roshi, "It's not our Star-type power armor, but the old-fashioned Mark power armor."

"How big is it? Can I have a reference?"

Klennart hesitated for a moment, and finally pointed to Prieto Titus, who was following behind Guilliman.

As tall as the Librarian of the Ultramarines, he was undoubtedly a Space Marine. Guilliman discarded assumptions such as Ogryn's and continued to narrow down his suspects.

"Can you scan the area for psychic energies?" Guilliman asked.

The think tank director mobilized his psychic power and scanned the hydroponic garden inside and out. He answered the Primarch's question somewhat helplessly: "Sorry, there is no trace of psychic energy here, and the psychic sensors here have not sounded an alarm."

"No psychic powers."

Guilliman took a bolter from Prieto and headed toward the interior of the garden.

The mortal guards around him wanted to step forward to clear the way, but were stopped by the director of the think tank.

The Primarch's will was firm, and he did not need the Ever-Victorious Army or the Guards to follow him.

Guilliman walked into the depths of the hydroponic garden with gun in hand.