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Chapter 1031 385. Roundtable Talk (Twenty, Death Guard, 7K)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

By the time Sanguinius and Conrad Curze returned, it was ten minutes past the scheduled time. The Archangel was very sorry for this, but did not say why.

Judging from Curze's reluctant but upright appearance, the reason was obvious. Corax was very happy about this, which could be seen from his rare smile at this moment.

However, some people are happy, and naturally some people are worried.

"What do you mean there is no way?"

Robert Guilliman glared at his personal terminal with an angry expression. On it, an official from the Ministry of Government explained with sweating profusely: "We really don't have enough manpower, Your Highness!"

"Aren't the fifteen thousand officials in the Southern Division enough to handle the reconstruction of a quarter of Terra? It's not like the rapid construction modules haven't been distributed!"

Guilliman's voice was not loud, but his expression was serious enough: "Materials, manpower - even the planning area, these are already done. You just need to assign manpower to the location for reconstruction. Is this the case?

Do you want to shirk it too?"

"No, no, Your Highness, you misunderstood!"

The official shook his head with a grimace on his face, grabbed a respirator from his right side, put it on his mouth, and took a deep breath. It looked like he almost suffered a cardiac arrest.

He explained: "If the division's manpower is still a full 15,000, we can certainly complete the task you gave us within two days. But the problem now is that there are already 6,230

Officials have entered the medical bay."

"Since the beginning of the Revenge Expedition, we have hardly had any rest. Many people have even had to stay in the medical cabin and use their consciousness to connect to the array network to handle government affairs. They can't even leave the field."

Hearing this, Guilliman couldn't help but be silent for a moment.

The training of officials takes time, and a pattern is just a pattern. To deal with things, people still need to be on site. Rapid construction modules are used in the reconstruction work, and its importance cannot be overstated.

Even though the Adeptus Mechanicus on Mars asked for it many times, Guilliman never relented and let them study it, not even once. These officials who have access to it have been selected through layers of the formation. As for

There is also more than one layer of back-end insurance.

But the problem still exists.

Lack of people.

It is really lacking - Terra is now not just a throne world. Although the pattern network has been rolled out in the empire, communication and issuing orders have become very simple, Terra has also become an important transit hub.

Rebuilding is about more than just rebuilding the surface

"Okay, the time has been extended to five days."

Guilliman rubbed his brows and softened his tone: "In addition, I will ask the Terra Space Station to allocate a group of medical resources and some senior doctors to you."

"They may be slightly taller than ordinary people, speak with accents, and even wear masks. But it doesn't matter. You can monitor them. If they don't do anything extraordinary, you can treat them as normal."

At this point, his tone became colder again: "If there is any abnormality, take control immediately and report to me. When necessary, I will give you the right to fire."

"Also, Tresior, I remember I told you last month to replace two artificial lungs and breathing tubes. How do you look like you are going to use a respirator in just two words?"

He furrowed his eyebrows again, as if he hated iron and said: "If others see it, I'm afraid I'm depriving you of your organ replacement resources every three months! Remember, you can't rest for your loyalty to the empire, although it's not

I advocate it, but there is nothing we can do about it.”

"Therefore, if you feel unwell, get checked immediately. Treat what needs to be treated and change what needs to be changed. If you delay any longer, I will remove you from your post and let you work under Carl Rice in the Northern Division!"

The official on the personal terminal screen nodded repeatedly, but still had a grimace on his face: "Your Highness, I really can't stand the feeling of needing to adapt again after every organ replacement. Okay, don't glare at me, I will do it tomorrow

Go and change."

"today!"

"I have to work overtime today"

“Go after get off work!”

"But, after get off work, it's already tomorrow."

Guilliman was silent again. This time, he didn't say anything else. He just made an eagle salute and closed the terminal.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were on him, he didn't bother to explain. He just snorted coldly: "I'm just taking advantage of the break to deal with government affairs. Now, we can continue."

"No, no, let's discuss the issue of organ replacement by these officials first, Robert."

Fulgrim asked rather politely: "And those doctors who are slightly taller than ordinary people?"

"The reason for organ replacement is because their bodies cannot withstand such high-intensity work, and many people have the habit of smoking due to stress. As for the latter, I have formed an alliance with the Eldar." Guilliman said expressionlessly.

to answer.

"What?!" Leon El'Jonson was shocked when he heard this. "What did you do?!"

"I have formed an alliance with the Eldar Tribe."

"You are the regent of the empire, how can you behave like this?!"

"Okay, Leon, stop ranting. Everyone knows or basically knows about this. Besides, if it weren't for them, I'd probably still be sleeping in a stasis position."

The lion frowned and looked around. Fulgrim immediately raised his head and acted as if he didn't know anything. Vulkan covered his mouth to prevent him from seeing the trembling corners of his mouth, while Sanguinius did

Worse still, he raised his wings to cover his face.

"You all know?"

"Absolutely." Fulgrim answered ambiguously. "But that's not the key to the problem, is it? The key is that he sent them to Holy Terra."

The lion stood up belatedly, the anger on his face suddenly boiling, but before he could say anything, Guilliman shot him back: "Father is sitting next to him."

"."

Leon El'Jonson looked at their father who was immersed in studying and even making gestures on the table with his hands, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

"Father." After thinking for a moment, he called out softly. "Is what Robert said true?"

The emperor said without raising his head: "There is a shortage of manpower during the war, so the use of special methods is a last resort. It is just an expedient measure. There is no need to be too harsh on Robert."

"The population on Terra has been reduced after several attacks, and doctors are even rarer. The medical cabin is not a machine that can be seen everywhere. It is better to have a doctor than not. In addition, Leon, if you really think that Robert

If you're not right, you can try to handle government affairs like him."

Guilliman's expression finally softened slightly, and he had to admit that this was the most heart-warming sentence he had heard recently.

The lion frowned and nodded. It seemed that he really planned to learn to handle government affairs like Guilliman. Seeing this, Sanguinius sighed: "Believe me, brother, you don't want to try that.

Tasty”

"Why?"

"Because we are not Robert." Sanguinius spread his hands. "We don't have his eyes that can see dozens of different developments behind one thing, and his heart that can anticipate the reactions of hundreds of people."

"Hmph, how hard can it be? I'll give it a try tonight!" The Lion still had no intention of giving up.

"Then I wish you good luck," Guilliman said calmly.

Their argument came to an end, and then the projection appeared again, and the text began to scroll in the center of the round table.

——

Mortarion won that arduous battle, and throughout his life, he never mentioned the specific story of the incident to anyone, except that he once revealed the way the Witch King died.

However, it was already three months before he went down the mountain again.

All of his wounds have healed now, but some will remain with him until his death. He helped another human settlement, and people regarded him as a hero because of his victory over the Witch King.

Mortarion realized at this moment that he could not wait passively, he must take the initiative. The Witch King was not the only harmful monster on Barbarus. He was determined to poison all humans who used witchcraft and blasphemous psychic powers.

All the overlords were driven to death.

The Primarch's mobility was so superior that he started to do what he thought without delay. The sorcerous overlords had no choice but to wait in their fortresses for his visit and death.

It was during this process that the people on Barbarus began to both respect and fear him.

For some reason, the young Primarch did not establish a close relationship with any of the villages during this process. He rarely even spoke to them, only telling them to pay attention to those born extraordinary psychics among the newborns - if they were found

, they must be killed as quickly and humanely as possible.

He didn't give a reason, but people have their own guesses.

His lonely battle was called the Holy War of Purification, and as for himself, he was named the Lord of Death. But he was not uninjured. In fact, the wounds of the sorcery overlords on Barbarus

The evil tactics are endless.

No matter how much preparation Mortarion made in advance, he would definitely be injured in the battle, and a few times he was even injured to the point where he could no longer continue hunting to meet his food needs. Only these few times did he come to several villages.

Rest peacefully.

People were extremely shocked and honored by his arrival. They raised their heads and looked at this tired and bruised giant. They didn't even know how to talk to him, so they could only try their best to meet his various needs.

And Mortarion never stayed. He just tried his best to recover from his injuries as quickly as possible, and then continued to leave to fight those twisted monsters. There was a fire in his heart that never went out.

Although, as he said, he did not want to be a king, some people spontaneously followed him. For the first time in thousands of years, there were mortals on Barbarus who dared to resist the wizarding overlords.

These people got inspiration from Mortarion's own repaired respirator, learned to make simple isolation suits, held weapons that could be called farm tools, and followed behind the original body. For some reason, Mortarion did not stop him.

them.

In this way, this group of mortals who called themselves the Death Guard followed the original body and together with him destroyed the evil fortresses of many sorcerous overlords. Many years later, Mortarion personally twisted off the head of the last overlord. This was also

For the first time since he was born, he felt like crying.

He finally fulfilled his promise and lived up to those who died.

He stood on the top of the mountain and looked down. The plain that was once a muddy swamp and liberated by his own hands has now become a beautiful sight full of rice fields.

The wind blew gently, and the wheat swayed with it. There were people walking on the field ridges. The sky was still gray, but at least it was no longer shrouded in miasma. At this moment, the emperor appeared.

The golden light lit up, and Mortarion heard the exclamations of several Death Guards behind him. They instinctively moved forward to protect their leader, but the original body just waved his hand to signal them to retreat.

He did not feel threatened by this light, but instead felt somewhat close.

"Who are you?"

He looked at the man who emerged from the golden light and asked calmly. He still held his scythe in his right hand, but did not hold it tightly. After a brief gaze, Mortarion realized that this man's face was obviously not old, and his eyes were

But extremely vicissitudes of life.

Facing his question, the man didn't know how to answer, so he just showed a smile that was uglier than crying.

Father and son finally met.

In fact, the Lord of Mankind successfully located Mortarion many years ago, but he was unable to rescue his son as quickly as possible. Something held him back, even the Emperor.

There is no way to get out of it quickly.

And after he solved all this, he even began to worry that his worst expectations would actually become reality.

After all, he could sense the darkness lurking on the remote planet Barbarus, as well as the huge figure hiding behind the curtain of reality and nightmare.

He was anxious, fearing that something might happen to Mortarion in the battle with them. But when they actually met, the Primarch's achievements made him feel extremely proud, and he even wanted to cry at one point.

Those sorcery overlords who had brought harm to the world were completely purified by Mortarion. Even for the Emperor, this was a great achievement worthy of celebration. During the conversation between the two, the Lord of Mankind revealed to his children the truth about the Empire

The existence of , also tells the story of Imperial Truth and the Great Crusade.

This last incident particularly shocked the Primarch.

His adoptive father, that cold monster, had also expressed his yearning for the stars in the galaxy, but it just wanted to oppress others. But the Emperor was different. He really wanted to let every human being live a beautiful and happy life.

Moreover, the Great Crusade was quite similar to the Primarch's Purification Crusade. In the end, the Emperor told Mortarion that he had prepared a legion for him that was related to him by blood, as long as he agreed to lead them.

The Primarch voluntarily knelt down at this moment and swore an oath to his father. He swore that he would hold high the banner of Imperial truth and liberate those who were still in suffering as he had liberated Barbarus.

No matter where they are, the Primarch will never give up.

——

"I have a weird sense of déjà vu," Alpharius said.

The shortest original body sat on his chair, his posture was quite relaxed, but he seemed a little happy from nowhere: "Seriously, brothers. I don't know where this feeling comes from, but I just

There is a familiar feeling.”

"Moreover, this father's behavior," Chagatai continued thoughtfully, "is very different from what I remember."

The emperor who was reading coughed.

"Indeed." Sanguinius nodded nonchalantly.

"He didn't turn into a stranger and come to your banquet, nor did he have to compete with you in weird ways. He didn't even teleport you away suddenly when you were fighting. It's really strange."

The Emperor coughed again, this time louder.

The Golden Word Messenger looked at the Lord of Red Sand in confusion, and the latter sighed: "Just pretend you didn't hear anything, Luojia. As for the last thing, didn't he talk to you?"

"who?"

"The other me - or the me who is always unhappy."

Luo Jia spread his hands and said: "You are already serious enough on weekdays, but yes, he has indeed not discussed this matter with me."

"If you want to know, come to me after the meeting." Angron rubbed his brows tiredly. "I will tell you, so that you can probably understand why Sanguinius has to be weird here.

Already."

"Hey!" the archangel made a dissatisfied voice. "I'm just stating some facts."

"Isn't that a yin and yang thing?"

"Even you can't say it!"

".alright."

The Lord of Humanity finally raised his head from the book, and blue light flashed in his eyes. He blinked, and when he opened it again, his eyes were of normal color: "Can we stop discussing these things?"

"But these are all things you have done with your own hands, father." Chagatai said in a serious tone.

"I"

The emperor was momentarily stuck. He wanted to explain seriously, but when he turned his head and saw the smile in Jaghatai's eyes, he immediately understood what Khan meant.

Well, I don't mind if you make fun of me to liven up the atmosphere. And Mortarion.

He turned his head and looked at the Lord of Death with a complicated expression. The latter's expression was so complex that it was almost impossible to describe it accurately in words. If it could be drawn, it would be a stunning masterpiece.

If it appears in a movie, then the actor responsible for performing this part should also be able to become a god through his acting skills. All major film schools will happily spend decades studying this.

Unfortunately, this is reality. When the level of performance is erased, all that is left is deeply shocking and unbearable to watch again.

".continue."

After a long silence, the Lord of Death said this.

He did not reveal his true feelings, nor did he ask his father for an explanation - such as why he turned into a stranger and then spread the word that he could also defeat the sorcerer overlord and even challenged Mortarion.

All in all, he just wanted to continue and looked very miserable.

"No, Center." Horus stopped. "Brother, I really want to find a mirror to put in front of you to let you see what you look like now. Before your mood improves, I think we

Can't continue."

"I am well, Horus."

Mortarion answered calmly, almost indifferently.

"These things are a lash for me. The better he does it, the more it highlights my failure. And I must see the end. I admit that I am a loser. Yes, I failed to stick to myself. My

My legion suffered misfortune because of my unclear knowledge of people. But what about him? He is much stronger than me, can't he also have a good ending?"

He clenched his fists, and the short knife trembled violently in the palm of his right hand. The runes that should have lost their effectiveness and had only decorative functions began to light up again at this moment.

"I want to watch," the Lord of Death said gloomily. "I want to see if he can defeat that damn thing."

He didn't say who that thing was, but I'm afraid everyone knew who he was alluding to.

What else could Horus say? The Wolf Shepherd could only sigh and smile bitterly at the same time - he did not expect that Mortarion's consciousness was actually higher than him.

Maybe it's because of his rebirth method that he doesn't want to mention to others?

Horus had no answer. He only knew that Mortarion was killed with a dagger. Since then, the demon primarch Mortarion has been wiped out, replaced by a man who is always wrapped in bandages and carrying a dagger.

.

Horus suddenly realized that now, they had actually become familiar strangers to each other. They suffered great changes and fratricide. Ten thousand years later, they sat at the same table and called each other by familiar names.

But they all realize that the other person is no longer the same person as before.

Maybe this is okay.

The wry smile of the Wolf Shepherd gradually turned into a smile.

The center continued, it didn't have as many emotions as humans. Of course, it might have it, but it just didn't want to show it.

But the person who really makes its fictional heart and mood fluctuate is not here at the moment.

The text starts scrolling again.

——

The war we are fighting now is very different from all the wars in the past. Thousands of years ago, our ancestors, the ancestors of mankind, would fight against each other for wealth, status, power, and even honor.

And now, what we are going to fight is a battle for survival. Yes, you heard it right. Our war is for survival.

You may or may not know it, but no matter what, the galaxy is full of countless threats. As long as there is a chance, these alien races will not hesitate to kill every human they see.

However, this war is not only about the survival of the human race, my sons.

If we fail, if the Empire finally falls, then all hope for humanity to live in freedom will collapse. Our species will either be completely forgotten, or fall into eternal servitude under the oppression of xenos or other dark forces.

But we won't allow that to happen, yes, we won't.

We are the guardians of humanity, and just as the Empire protects all descendants of Terra, we are the warriors who protect the Empire. We use swords, bolters, and everything else to protect them from the threat of death.

And if they reach that moment - the moment when the world can give them nothing but pain and suffering, we will bring death to them.

It is a better choice than being enslaved by aliens, sinking, twisting in the darkness, and dying peacefully as a monster.

Just as I am my father's tool, you are my tool in this war. From now on, you are my death guard."

——Excerpts from Mortarion’s important speech when he took over the Fourteenth Legion.

Long before the return of the Gene Father, the Fourteenth Legion was already quite famous in the empire. This part of their history is also very interesting. In fact, they have shown unimaginable tenacity and tenacity since the founding of the army.

.

At that time, they were still known as Twilight Raiders. Whenever they appeared on the battlefield, enemies who knew them would immediately feel despair.

Because no matter how many times you knock down these warriors with firearms and swords, as long as you don't kill them on the spot, they will definitely stand up. This trait can be traced back to a region of Terra called Albion.

At that time, Terra had not even been unified by the Emperor. They blocked the Emperor's unification for decades, which was quite rare in the entire history of the Unification War. As for their motivation, it obviously came from

Albion's ancient warrior tradition and their unyielding tenacity in the face of their enemies.

Even the Emperor himself was shocked by this willingness to fight. He ordered his troops to stop the attack, and then went to meet Albion's leader unarmed and unarmored.

He told them his plans in a sincere tone, not even hiding his plans for the fate of mankind after unifying Terra. The Emperor's staff originally had a pessimistic attitude towards this conversation.

If the Lord had not insisted on doing so, they would never have allowed the Emperor to go alone.

However, what they did not expect was that these people actually agreed to the Emperor's proposal. Not only that, they even took the initiative to send their sons to the transformation laboratory and let them become Astartes. Perhaps it was indeed nature.

Therefore, there is no human being who does not desire to conquer the stars and the sea.

Immediately after Terra was conquered, the Great Crusade was launched by the Emperor.

The Fourteenth Legion spent nearly a century walking among the stars without its original body.

It is said that the Twilight Raiders are extremely honorable. If an enemy intends to surrender after seeing these warriors falling from the sky, the Legion will always agree and will never kill indiscriminately under such circumstances. They know their responsibilities very well, and they

It is a war machine, but it is by no means a dehumanizing monster.

Their expedition fleets pacified and recovered many human worlds. The only drawback is that many of them were captured only after causing large-scale bloodshed. Although the Twilight Raiders are full of honor, their appearance is very...

Horrible.

Not only that, their negotiation skills are also horribly poor. They can hardly express any goodwill, and any words they say will have distorted meanings.

Over time, the Twilight Raiders no longer wanted to rely on language skills to regain the lost world.

They have even made up their mind to deal specifically with alien empires and worlds corrupted by the warp. In such worlds, they no longer have to harbor any good intentions and can only carry out pure violence and destroy everything.

After Mortarion took over, they were renamed the Death Guard, and they regained their name. The first major battle in the true sense was naturally the Battle of Galaspar.

There is another chapter, it’s 15,000 today, let’s have a meal.