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"He's crazy!"

Twelve high-ranking lords of Terra were chattering around the round table. The madman they talked about was Robert Guilliman, who had just been resurrected.

"Indomitable Crusade? He actually gave a good name..."

A high lord sat on his bloated chair and read with a gloomy face. He was very old, almost unrecognizable. But implants and life-extending surgery still ensured that this old bone could sit stately.

Here, we sit at the highest peak of power in the human empire.

"We cannot tolerate his behavior - it is tantamount to suicide! The current empire cannot afford a war of this scale!"

"How to stop it? That's a Primarch! A living Primarch!"

They quarreled among themselves, scolding and shouting like shrews, trying to find a suitable solution.

A dark figure stood in the darkness above them, silent and full of contempt.

He raised his hand and absorbed all the light sources in the room. This scene made the twelve high-ranking lords fall into silence. They knew very well that this was impossible to happen.

But if the impossible happens, it happens...

A high-ranking lord roared: "Guards! Guards!"

"There are no more guards." A voice said softly in the darkness.

"Who are you?!"

"I?"

"boom!"

As if something heavy fell to the ground, a flashing red light lit up. A tall black figure stood on the round table, his head lowered. The bat pattern on his chest was so breathtaking. The flashing red light illuminated each of their faces.

, the expressions are different, but he always has contempt: "Good evening, all high-ranking lords of Terra."

He made a gesture, and those who wanted to continue speaking were silenced. He said: "Do you still remember your responsibilities?"

"You coordinate and manage various political decisions in the empire in the name of the emperor. Your own responsibility is to interpret and implement the emperor's will. The twelve of you were selected through many layers to sit in this position. You are sitting here

This chair is related to the lives of countless ordinary people..."

"But according to my investigation, it seems that you are not fulfilling your responsibilities."

The black figure said calmly: "There are an astonishing number of Chaos cults, aliens, and mutants in the lower levels of Terra Hive. They have even escaped every search in the past forty years. According to some of your unfinished work,

I noticed some interesting little evidence."

"Last year, Inquisitor Valicia was executed in the lower levels of the hive city for trying to contact the Chaos cult, but your internal rhetoric seems to be a little different... He wanted to report your condolences to the cult.

So he was executed, right?"

"This is just the tip of the iceberg. I am too lazy to read about the countless crimes you have committed."

A man in black sat on a chair. The man who had just continued to listen silently stood up. His face was hidden under his robe: "This is a very serious accusation. You must provide evidence."

The black shadow turned around and looked at him: "Grand Master of the Assassin Court, Fadix, hello. Do you want evidence?"

"Yes." Fadix looked at him without retreating. "If the evidence is true - my subordinates will work with you to kill these moths hiding behind."

The shadow smiled.

"Iltu Hemontri, the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Ulanan Rama, the imperial navigator ambassador, Kania Danda, the spokesperson of the Rogue Traders, and... the Pope of the Ecclesiarchy, Bardos Rais

Special, please explain, okay?"

"Explain what? What is your identity and you ask us to explain to you?" The director-general of the Ministry of Internal Affairs slumped on his chair with a pale face and cursed angrily. He could not move and his life depended on that bloated chair.

The black figure snapped his fingers, and the lights turned on, illuminating his face. It was a strange face. The tall and strong stranger said calmly: "You don't know me, and you shouldn't know me. I

It shouldn't exist...but since you asked."

The next second, he appeared behind the Director-General of the Ministry of Internal Affairs and whispered to him softly: "I am your nightmare."

The parasite who was paralyzed on the chair had his neck broken before he could scream out the scream. His body twitched on the chair, and finally collapsed completely.

"You killed a high-ranking lord without investigation, and the other person was the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. This is a very serious matter." The Grand Master of the Assassin's Court looked at him and said calmly.

"Yes." The shadow replied. "I know."

Fadix stared at him, and there was something else in his voice: "...He sent you here."

"No, I came here voluntarily." The black shadow said, and then turned to look at the other three people.

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Guilliman stood on his flagship, Macragge's Glory. Next to him stood another man, who was equally tall and blond like him. Both of them were equally handsome and almost divine. They looked like

Almost like twins.

The only difference was that the man didn't always frown like Guilliman.

"...His work is done quickly." Guilliman suddenly whispered.

"I haven't known him for a long time, but why sent him here..." the man said. "So, I believe him."

"I've never seen what you said." Guilliman raised his head, looked at the murals on the ceiling of this room, and squinted his eyes with some displeasure. "But I'm looking forward to meeting him. I think he

He must be a person of noble character."

Steve Rogers laughed out loud: "Well... you may not like him too much personally. He is not as old-fashioned as us."

There was also a smile on Guilliman's lips: "Your description reminds me of some of my brothers. It doesn't matter, we are all striving for the same ideal. What does the small difference in personality mean?"

"Speaking of which... have you met him?"

Steve Rogers knew who he was referring to. He nodded and said calmly: "I've seen it."

"What do you think of him?"

"Unlike you, Guilliman. I am not his son. I am a half-way monk - in your words, a primarch." Steve said. "So, my opinion of him is insignificant."

"No, your opinion is important," Guilliman insisted.

The two stared at each other for a while, and finally, Steve said: "An incompetent father, an inadequate leader...a lonely man."

Guilliman nodded and said no more words.

Macragge's Glory was floating above Terra, and they were just waiting for an opportunity.

A perfect time for him and his descendants to enter Terra, completely eliminate the evil and darkness that had grown during his ten thousand years of sleep, and then—launch this expedition.