Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

Luo Xi was watching attentively from the side. Thanks to Tobakker Dylan, he had met these oil men before and the relationship between the two sides could be considered good.

Besides, he was just a projection and did not pose any threat to their treatment work.

Roche witnessed the wounds on Guilliman's body closing and growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, especially the tissue at the back of his head, which was damaged by the bomb and healed itself within a few minutes.

A special needle is inserted into the vein, and the powerful toxin filtering device is fully activated to filter and clean the blood of the original body over and over again.

The Thinker at the side showed the filtered highly toxic substances, polonium metal and toxins secreted by various highly toxic alien creatures, being separated from the Primarch's blood.

"The poison contained in this drop of blood is enough to kill everyone in this room, including the Astartes."

The sage carefully placed the filtered toxins into a transparent reinforced glass container.

"Only the Primarch's vitality can withstand such a poison. Even if an Ork with strong vitality is contaminated by such a poison, there is only one way to go, which is death."

The Magus lamented that if he could figure out how the Primarch's immune system worked, it would be a huge step forward in his study of biology.

Thinking of this, the Biological Sage glanced at the Extreme Marine pharmacists who were eyeing him covetously, and the fantasy that had quietly arisen in his heart of wanting to take the opportunity to study the physiological structure of the Primarch was finally extinguished.

He knew very well that although he was able to participate in the team that rescued the Primarch, these Ultramarines had never let down their guard against him.

If he dared to make any move in such a situation, he would probably be chopped into pieces by these Extreme Warriors who were on the verge of going berserk.

The air pressure inside and outside the emergency room was so low that even the Mechanicus priests who were not very familiar with the ways of the world could feel that these Astartes really wanted to cut something to relax.

Outside the emergency room, Ms. Euton was arguing heatedly with Ultramarines' field commander, Fratus Auguston, and Librarian Prieto Titus.

"Ma'am, you shouldn't underestimate our Gene Father. This was just a minor assassination, and we did foil the enemy's plot."

The tall Auguston, dressed in battle armor, stood like a tower in front of the thin Lady Euton.

"Our beloved leader has unparalleled strength. He survived this ugly assassination attempt on his own. He would never fall in such an insignificant situation."

Although there was enough respect in his eyes, he still couldn't hide a hint of extremely subtle contempt and arrogance towards mortals.

Ms. Euton, on the other hand, did not give in. Her facial muscles were tense, and her fine wrinkles and slightly loose skin outlined a glaring look.

"Why do you all believe that he is an invulnerable god? Does he never make mistakes? You always do this, stubbornly believing that your gene father will never fall, that he will always defeat death and have endless energy?"

"He is a human being, a son I watched grow up. He is not a demigod who should be blindly worshipped."

Auguston had never seen Ms. Euton so angry. He wanted to argue a few more words, but when he met those cloudy eyes that shone with brilliance, his courage suddenly weakened.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry, I meant no disrespect."

Lady Euden stood with her head held high before Auguston, the field commander of Macragge and one of the most powerful men in the land, second only to First Chapter Master Marius Gage and the Four Paragons.

She raised the cane she was using for support and knocked twice on Auguston's gilded breastplate decoration.

"As the son of Roboute, you should learn respect and humility. Arrogance leads to failure, and failure leads to the destruction of hope."

"Auguston, yes, I am only a mortal, and you are an angel of the Emperor. I look after Macragge's legacy for Roboute. People are willing to listen to me because I am never reluctant to share my wisdom. You and I each have our own strengths."

"And what I want to teach you is: if you really respect your father, you should see his flaws and accept that he is not omnipotent. Your blind praise sounds more like a meaningless flattery."

Ms. Yuton almost trembled as she said, "The Ever-Victorious Army found more than 85 bullets in the room, each of which was tempered with toxins and psychic curses. He didn't even wear his armor completely."

The sound of the two people arguing penetrated the barrier of the emergency room, and even Luo Xi could hear it clearly.

Suddenly, he saw Guilliman's eyelids seemed to flicker.

The Lord of Macragge awakened from his slumber, and the pharmacists and mortal doctors around him almost fell to their knees in excitement. They were so afraid that the great leader would never wake up again.

"You woke up a long time ago, didn't you?"

Roxi whispered in the Primarch's ear.

Guilliman gave a wry smile, agreeing with Roche's guess.

He sat up slowly and waved his hand to send away the busy doctors.

"I want to see what will become of Macragge and the Five Hundred Worlds if I am no longer here, and whether anyone can take on the responsibility." Guilliman's face looked pale.

"You and I both know that this is not impossible. The sky of a country cannot be supported by just one king."

The Primarch's keen hearing naturally enabled him to hear clearly the quarrel outside the room, but he could not say anything. This was a long-standing conflict within Macragge and it would not be resolved overnight.

"Obviously, the Five Hundred Worlds cannot be without you. Instead of thinking about what to do if you fall, you should think about how to keep yourself away from the dangerous wall."

Roche could understand Guilliman's thoughts. He wanted to try whether the five hundred worlds could still operate stably if they were out of his control. This was not an evasion of responsibility, but a risk prediction and assessment.

"Don't think about running away. You know, Luo Bao, I sometimes wonder if I can let you take the responsibility for me if I'm not capable enough." Luo Xi said, "Even though human power is limited, even I haven't given up. How can you imagine yourself falling down?"

Guilliman did not say anything. He just held Roche's hand and uttered a few words weakly but firmly:

"If I fall, you can take it yourself."

"Help me, my friend. If that day ever comes, please take care of my country. I believe you can do it."

The Primarch's hands were a little cold, but Roche could feel the warmth of the blood flowing in Guilliman's chest.

"Do you really trust me that much? I can't even guarantee that I will complete the mission I'm responsible for, and you still want me to shoulder the responsibility of the Five Hundred Worlds?"

Luo Xi used the back of his hand to feel the temperature of Roboute's forehead and joked, "Also, these are the last words of an ancient Terran emperor named Liu Bei. If you use them, you will have to pay copyright fees."

"I will assume that you are still a little confused. Just be your pillar of support and don't fantasize about retiring one day."

There was not a trace of cloudiness in Guilliman's azure eyes; he was truly so sure in his heart.

"No one can live forever, including me. Maybe I should plan for this situation early on."

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' loyalty, his eyes were still as sharp as a knife.

"My sons, listen carefully: In the face of crisis, only unity can overcome difficulties. This accident is enough to warn us that we still have shortcomings and defects. This is not terrible. What is terrible 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."