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Chapter 957 312. Travels of Macragge (1, 3k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Chapter 957 312. Travels of Macragge (1, 3k)

The following documents can only be read by those with first-level permission or permission from the Primarch Robert Guilliman. If you have neither, please close the port quickly and go to the nearest pattern interactive terminal for memory treatment. If you choose to ignore it

According to this news, please be prepared to be knocked unconscious within half a minute.

Robert Guilliman frowned and looked at the screen with a look of confusion on his face. He didn't know why the Center would add such a warning to his notes.

Furthermore, documents?

I don't want to share my notes.

After thinking for a moment, he decided not to dwell on this issue for the time being. The center had been tripping him up from some insignificant angles for several days in a row. Guilliman could roughly guess the reason, but he had no idea why the center of the circle was acting like this.

So much for holding grudges.

Drinking several cups of soothing tea in a row is not a big problem

He thought silently, and while doing this, he completely ignored who was urgently researching treatment plans when he was so painful that he almost fainted, trying to get him back to health in the shortest possible time.

Sighing, he began to continue writing and drawing on his portable personal terminal. At some point, he would use this note as a diary.

"To this day, I can probably confirm that the teacher's schizophrenia is getting more and more serious. He has shown this symptom since Fulgen ended his treatment. But those days he just seemed to have a humorous personality. Now

But it has become a big problem that cannot be ignored.”

"As Khan said, I also think that he may have suffered some kind of secondary damage during the subspace journey back to Terra to suppress the Webway. Which of the remaining three evil gods has the ability and interest to do this?

Such a thing?"

"I don't know. The closest guess is Salis. I don't want to continue to speculate. This question seems too advanced even for me."

"I used to write stuff all the time, and I compiled a holy book. I'm not proud of it. In fact, it means that I can be quite short-sighted at certain times. It's a lesson."

"When I wrote it, I didn't think too much. I just wanted to put an end to and avoid something similar like that happening again. But after all, I didn't expect what happened next. How could I have expected it?"

"Maybe the same is true for the teacher. He may have been as smart as me and made a decision that seemed perfect at the time without realizing the possible consequences. However, I am more convinced that he actually realized that it was just a decision that seemed perfect at the time.

Unwilling to change.”

"He is very stubborn, perhaps more stubborn than Dorne. My brother is at least willing to listen to others in some aspects. His stubbornness is excusable and is one of the characteristics of his character. But what my teacher showed

That kind of stubbornness is the most difficult thing to understand in the world."

"All the generals I know understand one thing. In war, sacrifice is inevitable. Some people ignore this point, and some people always pay attention to it. But he is different. He simply puts this matter on himself.

The top of his head, every small change in the sacrifice number will make him less interested in the morning meeting that day."

"He didn't hide his mood swings, and he didn't refuse our occasional prying eyes. He just simply refused to talk to everyone about it. I hate this, everyone hates this. Sanguinius has been in

We tried to persuade him after the meeting, but every time, he always looked unhappy when he came back to us."

"At this moment, Fulgrim would show a smile that he knew would be the case. However, once, he still couldn't hold it back and made an assumption. He felt that the situation might be better if Angron was here. I think

It’s unlikely, Angron was busy recruiting troops to rebuild the legion, and he didn’t even participate in the expedition.”

"This is not his character. Obviously, the teacher did something in it. If he realizes this, I think he is likely to do something irrational. And we will probably not stop him.

Action at that time.”

"After all, no matter who you look at it from, this is an insult. The teacher probably knows about this, so he basically doesn't talk about Angron recently. But I asked the center and there are still some people left on the ship.

A station, for whom it is prepared, we all know the answer."

Guilliman sighed and put down his pen. The personal terminal was actually neurally connected to him, but he preferred this way of writing. Everyone has their own habits and characteristics, right?

Leaning back on the chair, his thoughts gradually drifted away.

The new research has no direction or clues. Magnus has become more and more taciturn these days. He began to read the information provided by the center day and night. Unfortunately, he still found nothing.

He and Guilliman actually knew the key to the problem. To keep the Star Torch burning, you need powerful spiritual energy and a powerful soul. Both are indispensable.

However, here's the problem. Magnus's psychic power is powerful enough, but his soul is broken like broken glass that has just been glued together. Guilliman's soul is of sufficient quality, but he has no psychic talent at all.

He is a mage, to be precise, he is a magic apprentice.

How to solve these problems?

Robert Guilliman has no answers.

He raised his head and looked at the porthole in front of him. Only part of the floating stars were captured by the porthole in his room, but he could know their complete appearance without seeing the whole picture.

This star has a name that he is proud of - the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar. This is proof of his life's achievements. He loves this sector. If asked, Guilliman will not deny that he loves Ultramar.

Telamar loved more than any other territory in the Empire. There was no shame in him admitting this.

He stared at it and suddenly had an idea.

He wanted to go up and have a look.

only

Robert Guilliman suddenly shook his head and smiled bitterly - No, no, this is a time of war, and I can't go back there to get short-term comfort just because of a temporary desire. Besides, who knows if they have cleaned those statues?

Thinking of those statues that couldn't even be described in detail, his expression became visibly gloomier, but this was not the main reason.

On the ceiling of his room, there was an amorphous mass of darkness moving slowly.

After a moment, Robert Guilliman spoke in a low voice: "You are really more and more interested in taking the unconventional path lately, Curze."

"I'm just observing you." Conrad Coates' voice sounded from the darkness. "I prefer to use this method as a pastime recently."

"Would you mind coming down and talking to me?"

Guilliman suppressed his anger and asked politely. Curze smiled deliberately, jumped down from the ceiling of Guilliman, and even shaped a chair for himself, and said

When I sat down, I had no idea that I was a guest.

Robert Guilliman's eyelids twitched twice, and he decided to pretend he didn't see it.

"I noticed what you wrote." Conrad Coates smiled slightly and said softly. "It's very interesting. Your observations of the captain are really quite detailed."

"How surprising that these words come from a person who is floating on my ceiling and spying on me. In your laws, should voyeurism be morally condemned?"

"Then it depends on the target of the peeping."

Coates pretended to think for a moment, then spread his hands and showed his classic sarcastic smile again: "Besides, I don't think I have any morals."

"Really? Then you'd better act like a tyrant next time you play a simulation game." Guilliman glared at him. "Otherwise I will launch a war with you."

"You can actually say such a thing?"

Curze made a look of horror: "Are you actually such a person, Robert Guilliman? We have always misjudged you. You are actually the most warlike one among us. Don't you know that the King

How terrible is it for civilians to start a war on a whim?"

Take a deep breath, Robert Guilliman, take a deep breath.

Guilliman closed his eyes and began to try hard to persuade himself to calm down. His behavior was naturally seen by Konrad Curze. He smiled again and nodded with satisfaction, as if he had gotten what he wanted.

result.

Then, the smile disappeared instantly. He made a blunt turn without any foreshadowing, and mentioned something quite strange to Guilliman.

"I understand my true nature, Robert."

Konrad Kurtz said seriously. "Today, I understand one thing more and more. Although we can be regarded as subspace creatures from a certain perspective, we are not demons. This is more like a kind of subspace creature."

An evolution that is still incomprehensible."

He frowned, obviously disgusted with the word - Robert Guilliman nodded imperceptibly, realizing that Curze did not like to put him above many mortals now, and the tone when he said the word evolution was simply

I hate it so much.

"But I can't deny that it gave me some pretty useful powers."

Cozzi changed his tone, but his expression remained serious.

"Now, I can make the darkness surrender willingly. Not just the darkness in the physical realm or the warp, but the darkness in your hearts and even your memories. I mean, I can see things, Robert Keeley

Man."

Guilliman frowned: "What do you want to say, Curze? You came to my room for no reason and started a long speech. What do you want to do?"

"I want you to go to Macragge with me." Coze was silent for a moment, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face. "You shouldn't refuse my request, right? After all, this is just a simple meeting.

travel."

He blinked: "Can you? Robert?"

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(End of chapter)