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Chapter 960 315. Travels of Macragge (4, 3k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Chapter 960 315. Travels of Macragge (4, 3k)

"According to your order——"

Guilliman had just stepped out of the cabin when he heard a familiar voice. Marius Calgar stood in front of them in regular clothes. Apart from him, no one else came to greet them on the helipad on a high-rise building.

"—I'm the only one here."

Calgar finally finished what he said, and he sighed. Robert Guilliman knew that this meant that he was about to complain about something again. Guilliman smiled and interrupted him first.

"Yes, I'm sorry that I asked you to come alone, and I'm sorry that I separated you from the Legion early, Calgar - but you are the regent of Macragge, do you need me to remind you more?"

".No, original body."

"Very good, then, now let's meet my brothers."

After saying these words, Guilliman was very satisfied to see Calgar's expression change dramatically in just a few seconds. He was calm at first, but turned into shock after seeing Sanguinius.

Conrad Curze behind Gilles made him twitch his fingers unconsciously. Finally, Calgar forced himself to change his expression to one of false calm.

"Macragge is honored," Calgar said dryly. "To be able to welcome the angels of Baal, and, and Nostramo today -"

"——No need to say this."

Guilliman made a gesture, then looked back at Curze. The latter smiled harmlessly at him. Guilliman shook his head and walked forward. Calgar quickly followed his original companion.

body.

An intriguing smile appeared on the corner of Sanguinius's mouth. He did not follow him immediately, but asked softly: "Do you feel that Robert seems more comfortable after returning here?"

"That has nothing to do with us, Sanguinius, don't tell me you can't see."

Coze turned his head and narrowed his eyes slightly, reflecting Sanguinius's handsome face like a pair of black onyx eyes: "Your acting skills are very good, brother."

"At the beginning, I really didn't know about it."

Sanguinius walked forward slowly, his voice still soft, but he was not worried that their conversation would be heard by Guilliman. He knew that Konrad Curze was using his ability to protect this

The privacy of the conversation. Behind him, the light blue sky of Macragge looked very calm.

"But, on the Thunderhawk, I saw it," Sanguinius told Curze without reservation. "They're coming - that's why you dragged him here, isn't it?"

"I guess you guessed it right."

Curze followed him with his hands behind his back. The magnetic levitation ladder for going up and down the stairs was in front. Guilliman was talking to his Chapter Master inside. The Lord of the Night paused briefly, and then revealed their story.

End of brief conversation: "But I'm not the only one who knows."

Sanguinius turned back, his long golden hair hiding his eyes, but the raised corners of his mouth indicated his knowledge.

Curze snorted coldly, said nothing more, and walked forward past Sanguinius. He entered the magnetic levitation ladder, followed by Sanguinius. The large space seemed a little larger due to their joining.

Crowded. Calgar pressed himself against the wall as much as possible, and at the same time warned himself not to keep looking at Sanguinius's wings.

The display hanging from the ceiling lit up, and a number began to beat slowly.

100

99

Konrad Curze blew a deliberate whistle: "One hundred floors - that's amazing. Are all buildings on Macragge so tall? What is this building for?"

"Dear Conrad Coates."

Calgar uttered a few words, but was immediately interrupted by his own Primarch. Robert Guilliman's voice began to echo in the maglev elevator: "There is no need to answer his questions, and there is no need to add those prefixes. He just

Looking for some ways to pass the time.”

"It's a little too rude of you to say that, Robert." Curze still had his hands behind his back. "Do I look like someone who would take advantage of a Chapter Master?"

"You have made fun of us quite a few times."

"Really? Please provide proof."

Guilliman stopped talking. No matter what, he couldn't tell those things in front of Calgar just to refute Curze's words. Konrad Curze may not care about his image, because he doesn't have one, but

Not Robert Guilliman.

He coughed: "Sanguinius, take care of him."

"I don't want to get involved in your arguments."

The archangel shrugged innocently. This action caused his pair of wings to tremble, and the condensed golden light fell gently to the ground. Calgar's eyes were immediately attracted. He looked at those light spots, and then

He raised his head and looked at his original body, his expression was very difficult to describe.

Guilliman sighed.

"Don't worry - I'm serious, Calga. You'd better not find someone to tear down this piece of ground and enshrine it afterwards. There's nothing surprising about those light spots."

"Don't listen to him, Chapter Master Marius Calgar."

Curze duly hissed his suggestion, a cheerful smile on his face.

"Maybe this piece of ordinary metal can become some kind of holy object. Although I don't like religious beliefs, but if the holy objects claimed by the priests can really kill and suppress demons, then that's another matter.

Yes, right?"

"Primarch?" Calgar could only look at Guilliman.

"What he says cannot be true unless Sanguinius imbues this floor with his power."

Sanguinius flapped his wings without looking back, and light a hundred times brighter than before appeared in an instant, but it did not appear dazzling, but made people feel quite gentle. The shape and structure of the floor were changed in an instant, and the ordinary light suddenly appeared.

The strange black metal has now become a radiant white agate stone, which makes people feel warm.

"."

Robert Guilliman took a deep breath: "Is it necessary?"

"Ah, don't get me wrong, Robert, I just want to give Macragge a gift as a testimony of his return."

Sanguinius didn't look back when he spoke, so Guilliman couldn't see his face. But he didn't need to look to know that Sanguinius was probably smiling happily: "Such a gift with the effect of exorcism

The agate slate, should it be regarded as a decent gift? I'm sorry, Chapter Commander Calgar, the matter was in a hurry and I couldn't really prepare it. Please accept it."

"Thank you, Lord Sanguinius."

Calgar finally accepted the gift, and Guilliman did not stop him. He had no reason to refuse. Since Sanguinius could really do this, it would be better to let him go. But,

He wondered how Calgar should explain to the people on Macragge what this white onyx stone that looked like a floor tile was.

After thinking for a moment, he put the problem down - after all, it wasn't something I should worry about.

However, another question was swirling in his mind.

What is the purpose of Konrad Curze? Just a few minutes after they left the Vengeance, the Unforgiven and the Frostwolf arrived together, and the mage's order also came, asking him to listen to the investigation.

If so.

What role did Conrad Coates play in this? Was it a political issue?

Robert Guilliman thought, silent, and said nothing.

——

"you are back."

Lictor lowered his head and greeted the mage who walked in. He was a little surprised. Normally, mages would not choose the simpler method of walking. He would either teleport or simply teleport directly. These two methods are

What he often uses.

"I hope he didn't cause you any trouble—ah, well, I saw it."

The mage rubbed his brows and sighed: "There is a delay in the transmission of memory. Maybe I have to find a way to optimize this aspect. It might be a good route to study based on the clone spell - I'm going too far. What's the situation?

?”

"They have arrived at the central division of Ultramar, and the Iron Serpents and Nova Warriors are also on their way. The Flame Rebellion Legion was slightly delayed due to the large amount of equipment, and Cadian's two regiments have already set off."

Lictor's answer made the mage nod slightly. He did not choose to sit in his seat. Instead, he lay facelessly on the cold iron table and let out a long sigh.

"War - never ends."

He turned his head, stared at the Forbidden Army in the darkness and asked softly: "How do you persist?"

".We just endure, my lord."

Lictor lowered his head and replied. "No one can maintain physical and mental health in the years of war. We just endure it. One day, we will die, but we will fulfill our mission."

"That's the same statement again."

The mage clicked his tongue: "To be honest, I hate this kind of statement. It makes it seem like you were born to die on the battlefield one day. You should have other choices in life - of course, I think you also

It’s just that I don’t really want to choose.”

He laughed: "After all, you are a member of the Imperial Guard."

Lictor held it in for a long time before he could say something from his throat: "The right to choose is something we throw away with our own hands, sir. The reason why we fight is just to let more people have this hard-won precious right. That's all."

That’s all.”

"Okay, I won't continue this damn philosophical debate with you."

The mage lay lazily on his table, staring at the ceiling with dull eyes. The center appeared spontaneously, and with a slight buzzing sound, it asked: "Do you have any other instructions?"

"Launch the Black Tower."

When he said these four words, his expression finally looked a little more serious: "Be sure to have a black tower on every planet, and then immediately start the production of war fortresses, ready to be launched at any time. Turn on the protective method

Formation and stealth formation are activated at the same time. Inform others to prepare. Is Dorn still stationed at the Imperial Fists?"

"Yes, Captain." Center replied obediently.

"very good."

The mage sat up from the table, moved his neck, and the expression on his pale face slowly returned to calm.

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