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Chapter 962 317. Approaching (3k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Chapter 962 317. Approaching (3k)

If it were in the past, if the three Primarchs visited Macragge in person, it would definitely cause an earthquake-like uproar.

Officials in the Ministry of Government will rush to tell each other, using the reinforcements they installed to fly on the marble floor with a history of thousands of years, making an unacceptable loud noise.

Yes, you don't know, but the officials on Macragge (especially the Ministry of Administrative Affairs) need to install enhanced limbs to ensure their work efficiency.

They will throw documents everywhere, and maybe they will frantically rummage through the mountains of words to find what they need. Emergency regulations, etiquette matters, the area needs emergency evacuation, etc.

The huge workload caused by emergency visits will probably cause some people to die suddenly, and then the emergency pacing device on their heart will bring them back to life. They will report to their superiors with pale faces, and finally, the whole horse library

The lager will boil.

However, Robert Guilliman did not want these officials to experience that hellish continuous mode. He had tried it himself, and of course he knew how annoying this sudden, huge workload without warning was.

Therefore, only a few people know about their arrival. To put it more bluntly, only Calga knows.

In other words, Calgar is now under some kind of tremendous pressure that he doesn't even know where it comes from. Fortunately, the Ultramarines Chapter Leader's mentality is not bad - of course, it is also possible that he is numb.

"To the east is the Bridge of Glory, which was renovated four hundred years ago. Skilled craftsmen dedicated their lifelong learning to this bridge. It is exquisite and majestic, and it also assumes extremely important responsibilities."

As he drove, Calgar introduced the landmarks on Macragge in the most solemn tone he could muster. Having three Primarchs walking down the street was certainly not an option, so he managed to get a

The transport truck is coming.

This kind of vehicle was used to transport minerals between mines in the past. Thanks to the spacious space, the originals could sit in it relatively comfortably. Although the seats were simple, no one would object to their suitability.

Up one's own status.

However, Sanguinius was the one who had a more uncomfortable time sitting.

He had to stretch his wings forward, otherwise he would need much more space. Calgar was very uneasy about this, but Sanguinius simply told him not to worry.

Archangels really don't care much about this kind of thing. I mean, if you die and live, you will look away from many things.

He looked away and let go of many things, yes, but definitely not including being able to be calm after being ridiculed by Conrad Coates.

Except for this matter forever.

"The way you hold your wings reminds me of some birds."

Coze smiled palely, obviously mocking, but his dark eyes showed a surprising calmness.

"Spreading your wings is an act of intimidation or courtship. Of course, I'm not that well-versed in this, considering you are the only one of us with wings, Sanguinius, would you mind explaining it to us?"

?”

Robert Guilliman patted Calgar's seat expressionlessly, and the Chapter Master of the Ultramarines immediately understood. He raised his hand and pressed a button behind the steering wheel.

A steel door rose from the connection between the cab and the rear cabin. It was originally used to isolate minerals so that they would not roll into the cab and interfere with the driver, but now it has something else.

Of course, there may not be much difference - after all, whether it is isolating minerals or isolating conversations between the original bodies, it is to prevent the driver from being interfered with.

The latter is probably a bit scarier than having a mineral hit your head.

The archangel shook his head and did not respond to Curze's taunt. He asked another thing: "What did you see again?"

"Some not-so-good stuff. I might have to change my description. You're not the only one with wings anymore. I hate that."

As the Lord of the Night spoke, he slowly twisted his muscles, and a smile bloomed on his thin face. This smile was so terrifying that it made people wonder for a moment whether he had become the midnight wanderer again.

Sanguinius closed his eyes, and some deep wrinkles appeared between his brows. He was still beautiful, and the way he closed his eyes and lowered his eyes at this moment was reminiscent of some sacred religious paintings or sculptures. But the tone he used next was not

How to be gentle or divine.

"Killing."

He uttered this cold word slowly, and his voice turned this short word into a paragraph in a ballad, making people want to continue listening. Robert Guilliman glanced at his two

Brother, cross your arms.

He said displeasedly: "Do any of you want to tell me the specific situation? It's really convenient to see the future. Even communication can be so confusing."

"If you want to know, I won't hide it, dear brother." Koz smiled strangely. "But maybe you should ask your Chapter Master to turn around first and let him take us to your garrison."

A burst of cold anger surged from the bottom of his heart. Guilliman clenched his right fist and took a deep breath - in the past, he had made wrong decisions many times due to the influence of emotions, and he didn't want to do it again.

Must remain calm.

"Will Macragge be attacked?" he asked slowly.

"more than."

The smile on Konrad Curze's face began to grow brighter, as if he was anticipating many deaths: "I'm afraid every one of the five hundred worlds will be attacked by them, brother."

"Such a big deal—you didn't tell me from the beginning?"

"Ah but I told the others."

Curze suppressed his smile and stopped doing anything frivolous. He retained complete seriousness, and darkness began to flow between his fingers. Guilliman could see them obediently scratching Curze's skin, and then penetrated into the muscles and

marrow.

"I told the captain, brother, so you don't have to worry so much. The point is, who will bring this attack? Who will be so bold as to attack your little empire?"

"Take that damn title back."

Robert Guilliman squeezed out a sentence through his teeth: "Take your sense of humor back with you, I'm not in the mood right now."

"I'm sorry to obey - but you are obviously in a bad mood. In order to prevent you from putting your fist on my face" Curze turned his head and looked at Sanguinius. "Why don't you come, the great Sanguinius?

?”

The archangel sighed.

"Okay." He opened his eyes. "I'll tell you everything, but you'd better stay calm."

Robert Guilliman replied expressionlessly: "I'll try my best."

——

Some people say that germs can do things that guns and guns cannot do, and this is true. At least Roger Dorn knows very well that this sentence is indeed correct. The results obtained after the gun pulls the trigger cannot be compared with

Compared with any disease in human history.

Epidemics that have been conquered can still cause large-scale epidemics and killings in remote star regions and territories, not to mention that harsh environments may allow new germs to be born at any time. From this point of view, it is not surprising.

The power of dirt is always increasing.

"Macragge can be simply divided into five sectors."

He traced the star map with his fingers, and a gentle touch came from his fingertips. The iron table was surrounded by fully armed Astartes. It is worth mentioning that the Supreme Marshal of the Black Templars Helbleich has returned.

Te was among them. He was obviously extremely excited to be able to meet the Primarch and fight honorably under his guidance.

Dorn ignored this for the time being, sternly telling his captains what to do.

"Thanks to Robert Guilliman's Four Heroes system, each of his sectors has standing military forces, which will help our operations to a certain extent. However, considering that this prosperous world has five

With hundreds of habitable planets, even the simplest military operations will become difficult."

"This is also one of the key points of the next action. Center, please project the black tower."

The star map shook, and dots of ripples appeared on the light screen. A black tower-like building appeared next to the star map. Donne enlarged it, and then continued to describe his vision for the war.

"The black tower is a building that can shield the power of subspace as long as it can operate. I don't know its principle, and I don't care. However, three black towers can completely cover a planet, and they can also serve as

Transmit beacon use."

"Thanks to this, we can move quickly between planets without having to spend a few extra hours to board the ship and another ten hours to reach the orbit of another planet."

"The production workshop on the Revenge is working hard to build the Black Tower. We don't have to worry about their number. What we should really worry about is the enemy. The enemy is the demon of Nurgle. You should have already faced them in my absence.

."

"So, of course, you don't need me to explain, you can understand how terrible these things are in war. The black tower can protect you from the power of subspace, but they are very fragile. Furthermore, from the ship

It also takes time to airdrop from the ship to the ground."

"That is to say."

Dorn ended his narration suddenly and without warning. He frowned and his expression became calm. And all this was only because of the arrival of Jaghatai.

Khan did not react to the uniform gazes of everyone in the room. He stroked his long beard and smiled: "The last time we fought side by side in a real sense was during the siege of Terra, right?"

"Yes." Rogal Dorn nodded. He stared at his brother closely and asked slowly: "It's been such a long time."

Jaghatai laughed, and the tension in the room disappeared.

"Don't worry." He winked and said affectionately. "You have full command of this battle. I won't compete with you, Dorne."

"."

Rogal Dorn, who was told the centerpiece, sighed, waved his hand and asked someone to bring a chair to Jaghatai, and then continued.

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(End of chapter)