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Chapter 959 314. Travels of Macragge (3)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Chapter 959 314. Travels of Macragge (3)

Macragge is located in the central division of the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar. During Guilliman's absence, it is generally managed directly by the lords of Macragge and Marius.

Since there is no need to pay taxes to the empire, every world in Ultramar is very wealthy. Guilliman has set up some relatively special management models for them. The Astartes who originally did not participate in any politics are here

can be given political responsibility.

Of course, after the Horus Heresy ended, Guilliman actually had no intention of letting the Astartes rule humanity. But there was no way he could change the politics of the Astartes over the mortals in a short while.

The influence of the force was eliminated, not to mention that he was later put into a stasis position.

I mean, if you were thrown into a living coffin that was barely keeping you alive, what else could you do? Dream?

In short, when he woke up, Ultramar had become a prosperous world jointly governed by lords and Astartes. He couldn't find anything to criticize, and even if it wanted to change, it couldn't be changed now.

Not an appropriate time.

However, it wasn't like he didn't take care of Ultramar at all after waking up.

For example, the return of the Four Heroes system, and his Thunderous Fury that time.

Remember that time on the Macragge's Glory when he had a rare outburst?

The lords of the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar didn't know that he took the wrong pill, and wanted him to change his title of Imperial Regent - if you don't know what the new title is, I can remind you,

The first four words are the Second Reich.

In short, he doesn't have a good impression of the lords of Ultramar now.

On the ship to Macragge, he told his two brothers briefly about the incident.

"So, like I said, if I show impatience and some negative emotions when I'm talking to them, that's normal."

Guilliman sighed as he spoke: "Ultramar is mainly composed of the industrial world, but I attach great importance to the environment. So they are completely self-sufficient, and the food is even a little better. I have done what I can.

It’s the best, but why aren’t they satisfied?”

"oh"

Conrad Coates made a thoughtful sound, and then he spoke slowly.

"Maybe it's because you give them too much, Robert Guilliman. You give too much, so they start to ask for more. Human nature is what it is, you can't expect this kind of thing. You can trust us

A few people are heroes, but you can’t expect everyone to be a hero. In fact, most people are”

He smiled and said no more.

"Most people are very cruel and greedy, and good people are always in the minority, even in a peaceful world. The bestiality in our human nature and genes determines that we are always chasing something."

Sanguinius took over his words and acted calmly, but the frown between his brows expressed some emotion in his heart.

"Oppression will always exist. And we can't even end the war, so naturally we can't tell them what is good and what is bad. Frankly speaking, I feel scared sometimes. I don't know if I can really make them understand how to bully others.

It’s despicable behavior, and I don’t know if I can stop this behavior.”

"At least not yet."

Conrad Coates shrugged. "Productivity is the number one priority. People must be well fed and clothed before they can think about morality. If a person is about to starve to death, you tell him that he should not rob food. Of course he will not listen.

.”

His words made his two brothers look at him strangely, and Coz raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong? Do you think what I said is wrong?"

"Not actually, I'm just a little surprised." Robert Guilliman said with complicated eyes. "I just didn't expect that you would have such a profound understanding of this issue."

"Oh, Robert, you need to update your knowledge of me - do you need me to remind you again? I built New Nostramo in another world, and I made it a real world.

Utopia.”

Konrad Coates looked like he was smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes: "So I understand that if there is no power like me that can end everything to decide everything, what do humans really want to do?

There is no oppression, and I am afraid that the only way to go is continuous struggle. The struggle will never end, it will only continue."

He remained silent, then clenched his fist, and darkness suddenly appeared in it: "Oppression will always exist."

"alright."

Sanguinius ended the topic. He didn't want to talk about it anymore. It was too heavy a topic for the upcoming tour.

It should be raised in a debate among philosophers and discussed in a symposium of sociologists, rather than three Primarchs sitting around talking in self-pity.

He came to the porthole of the Thunderhawk gunboat and began to observe the towering and exquisite buildings and sculptures scattered throughout the city through the trembling metal and tempered glass, with a little appreciation in his eyes.

His aesthetics are naturally different from those of the artists in Ultramar, but beauty is beauty. If something is beautiful, you can feel it and admit it without your approval.

"They arranged it well here - ah, that bridge!" Sanguinius suddenly pointed out his hand. "I still remember that you held my hand up there."

".Can we please stop talking about this?"

"Why? Is it possible that you dare to do it or not? Robert?"

Sanguinius deliberately showed a sad face, causing Guilliman's cheeks to begin to twitch.

He took a deep breath and retorted very quickly: "Of course I won't dare to do it, I just think your behavior is very unnecessary. It's already ten thousand years later, and the information that was preserved at the time

I've almost destroyed them. So, please, brother, stop."

"Okay - since you are so sincere." Sanguinius smiled with great satisfaction.

Not paying attention to their little fight, Konrad Coates sat there silently. He still had the smile on his face and remained normal, but the darkness in his heart was whispering to him.

"They are coming," said the darkness in uneasiness and disgust. "Germs, plague, death. They are marching."

I know.

Conrad Coates' lips moved slightly in response to them. He raised his head, stared sharply at a corner in the void, and slowly clenched his right fist.

He repeated it again.

I know.

(End of chapter)