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Chapter 968 323. The Way of Assassination (4k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Chapter 968 323. The Way of Assassination (4k)

The war is going on all the time, and some people don't have to step on the battlefield immediately, but they bear a more important responsibility.

They send people onto the battlefield. Conscientious generals will think carefully about this and ensure that every order they make can achieve good results. If there are to be casualties, they must also ensure that these casualties are worthwhile. But unfortunately,

Most commanders are stupid enough. Some are born this way, and some will gradually become desperate during the war.

But then again, this is Macragge. Therefore, there can only be one commander.

Guilliman could hear the chair that held him creaking, and he was sure that his heirs heard it too.

As a last resort, he stood up and continued: "Send the Sixth Company to support the southern sector and be sure to defend Andemang. If the enemy is too numerous to resist, I will allow them to retreat to Andemang IV for garrison."

The officer responsible for delivering the order immediately transmitted the order to the portable personal terminal lent to him by Guilliman.

A few minutes ago, he couldn't adapt to and control it well, but now, he can use it skillfully. His fingers kept sliding on the screen, runes flashed, and commands were entered. Guilliman paused for a moment, until the official

He raised his head and continued to talk.

"Let Cato Sicarius temporarily lead the first company, and Titus will still be the captain of the second company. Let them support the Connaught sector together. The scan results returned by the Revenge fifteen minutes ago

It’s really disappointing.”

"At the same time, let Ionid Hill lead the reborn Dreadnoughts to lead the Eighth Company to parachute to Macragge for a surprise decapitation operation. I am sure that the demons will definitely release their key force at some point."

He issued many orders in one breath, but the government official sitting next to the original body did not feel much honored.

He just issued all the orders on Guilliman's behalf meticulously, and ensured that every order was sent to the place it should go. He entered the rune verification and various secret words one by one, extremely efficiently.

Guilliman patted his shoulder with appreciation. Other companies of the Ultramarines have been deployed in Macragge. If the Revenge's scanning results are as accurate as ever, then this place will become the main battlefield.

At this moment, the room was filled with company commanders who came to listen to orders. They stood in silence, their armors clashed, and their murderous intentions were expressed without reservation. This of course meant nothing to Robert Guilliman.

But the Ministry of Government officials beside him also ignored them.

He turned his head and nodded to the Lord of Ultramar: "Sir, do you have any other orders?"

"there is none left."

Robert Guilliman stood up, watched the officials go away, and reached out to pick up his terminal. He nodded to his outstanding heirs and said solemnly: "May you all be filled with honor."

He said no more, and neither did the captains. After performing the aquila salute, they left the room. Robert Guilliman followed him, and he came to another room. His two brothers had already

Waiting here for a long time.

"How's it going?"

Guilliman spoke first, and the person he asked was Sanguinius. The archangel responded to his question with a gentle nod: "The Blood Angels are patrolling in orbit. According to your request, they will wait.

Deployments will not be made until the battle has fully begun."

The Lord of Ultramar showed a grateful smile: "Thank you for being willing to help me, Sanguinius."

"I was originally here to help you - otherwise, why do you think I would appear here?"

Sanguinius laughed, and then shifted the focus of the conversation to another person. "Okay, now it's your turn, Curze."

The Lord of the Night opened his eyes, and his dark eyes were calm. He did not make any more jokes or say some inappropriate words. Faced with Sanguinius's inquiry and the slightly expectant look in Robert Guilliman's eyes, he

Just shook his head.

Guilliman immediately frowned: "Shaking your head? What does shaking your head mean, Curze?"

Konrad Coates sighed, looking a little melancholy. He leaned on the chair he made out of darkness, propped up his cheeks, and fiddled with a piece of hair hanging down his forehead: "It means the captain didn't choose me to deal with this."

I'm very unhappy about this, anyone can do it, why him?"

Sanguinius noticed that Guilliman's brow was frowning more and more, and his expression was becoming more and more dangerous. In order to avoid a quarrel, the archangel had to speak again: "Do you mind explaining it to us, brother?"

"Okay, okay. Mortarion is trying to get closer to your—well, put your fist down, Robert, at worst I won't say that word. Well, he's getting closer to Macragge, and the Captain chose

One person was chosen to deal with him. His person was Corvus Corax."

Coz rolled his eyes upwards and shook his head: "I can't believe it. Could it be that he thinks that crow can beat me in the matter of assassination?"

Sanguinius offered good words: "I don't think now is the time to argue about which of you is more versed in assassination, Conrad."

"No, this matter involves my dignity."

Konrad Coates became strangely serious. He was not joking or making excuses. His expression made the other two people understand one thing. He was indeed serious.

He even changed his sitting posture, from being lazy to sitting upright now.

"Killing is my specialty, Sanguinius, and just like you, you have your own specialty. You are the only one of us who can fly, and don't say you're not proud of it. I know you like your wings, don't

Deny this, and I”

Cozz raised his hand and pointed at his chest, his expression extremely serious.

"In the past, I had nothing, but I could still rely on self-deception to make myself stand in the same room with the noble you. You are the noble demigods, and I am just a pale wandering soul. But at least I am good at it.

Killing, I am good at using fear to disintegrate my enemies, this is my only characteristic. Corvus Corax cannot be better than me at this matter."

Sanguinius glanced at Robert Guilliman worriedly, concerned that he saw anger on the latter's face.

After all, at this time, Konrad Curze is still discussing his dignity, which is really incomprehensible. Sanguinius can understand him, but what about Robert Guilliman?

He got an unexpected answer.

Guilliman stepped forward and placed his hands on Konrad Curze's shoulders.

The Lord of Ultramar spoke in a low voice: "I know what you want to express, Konrad Kurtz. Dignity is something that everyone has, and everyone is striving for it. However, from your words, I

I heard something else."

He looked at his brother seriously, his eyes carefully scanning Coz's pale face, and finally resting on the pair of eyes as dark as agate stones.

"You're feeling inferior, aren't you, Conrad?"

Guilliman asked in a low voice, clasping his hands tighter and tighter.

"You are afraid that you will be replaced, that Corax will replace you. Is the reason for this mentality because you still feel that you are not worthy of being saved? Do you feel that the only reason why we treat you gently is because we still need

You, or do we still need your ability to kill?"

"Isn't it?" Conrad Coates asked softly.

A punch knocked him to the ground firmly, and Robert Guilliman showed his anger for the first time. He lifted Curze up from the ground, pulled up the collar of the Night Lord, and wiped the corners of his mouth.

The blood seeped out, and then he suppressed his anger and spoke again.

"This punch is for the captain and father's hard work, Conrad. You have disappointed me so much. What do you think of us? What do we look like in your mind? Is this all faked?

?I don’t care which way you use it, but you’d better throw your dark opinions aside!”

Konrad Curze did not answer, but calmly allowed Guilliman to roar. Sanguinius stepped forward in time, allowing Guilliman to let go of his hand, and Curze was able to land. The Lord of the Night sighed.

He breathed and touched the corners of his bruised mouth.

In that boxing just now, he didn't let the darkness take him away.

What's the reason?

He himself wasn't too sure. Maybe it was because he wanted to test something?

The Lord of the Night slowly laughed to himself.

After a while, he took a few steps back and bowed slowly: "I think you are right, the great regent of the empire. Sometimes I do behave too darkly."

He raised his head and winked at Guilliman.

"Besides, there are some things you need to fight for yourself, right?"

He chuckled and opened his arms, and darkness climbed up his body from the ground, causing him to disappear where he was, leaving only one sentence still wandering around the room.

"I will let my only heir come to help you. If you don't mind and you don't mind it, my brother. This is the only help I can provide you, and now I am going to get some for myself.

right”

Guilliman was silent for a moment, then turned around and walked out of the room angrily. Sanguinius was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter and followed him and left.

——

Standing in front of the porthole, He Shenyan stared at the bright galaxy in front of him without saying a word.

At this time, the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar were still prosperous from the outside, and it had not been contaminated by Nurgle.

However, his vision can penetrate far away. He can see the people fighting in a certain world. He can see the Iron Snakes, Nova Warriors, Ultramar Auxiliary Army, and even smell the filth.

wind of.

"interesting."

He spoke, as if talking to himself or explaining to the only audience in the room. "His power has changed."

"grown ups?"

“I didn’t have much contact with Him, but those few times were unforgettable.”

He Shenyan smiled and shook his head. "Although I don't want to admit it, I still understand the nature of Nurgle's power quite well. This change is too obvious. Was it intentional?"

The Forbidden Army did not answer this question again. He knew that the best solution now was to say nothing. He had experienced similar things with a person before, and he knew that they were probably talking to themselves now.

"I don't think so. But, why? He let the Death Guard and the Nurgle Demon act separately. If He really wants to attack the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar, doing so is tantamount to cutting off an arm."

"He didn't even let the plague spread silently for a while, but started moving in the subspace with great fanfare. I don't even need a star torch to feel the violent fluctuations."

After pondering for a while, he laughed again, and the laughter was very peaceful: "Forget it, there is no need to worry about this, what do you think, Lictor?"

When his name was called, the Imperial Guard finally had to respond. He sighed and said honestly: "I don't know, sir."

"Why don't you know anything?"

"What can I know, my lord?"

Lictor asked slowly. "You didn't tell me anything, and you didn't tell anyone else. Compared with the information we can know and the problems we face, it's like asking a child to use the multiplication table he just learned to solve complex problems." Calculus. Are you really trying to make things difficult for me?"

The mage whistled happily and did not answer the question. He turned around, came to the door of the captain's cabin, and opened it without warning.

A pale, thin figure stood in front of the door.

"Do you mind letting me in?" he asked politely.

"I don't mind, but I'm afraid Corax will mind if you come in." The mage replied with a smile. "You want to participate in the interception and killing of your brothers, don't you, Conrad?"

"Yes." The Lord of Night stood in front of the door and nodded. "I think that since you are looking for someone to carry out the assassination mission, excluding me is simply a stupid decision."

"Well, what you said makes sense."

The mage smiled and measured himself to let him in. He closed the door and made a gesture: "So I didn't let him set off immediately. On the bottom deck of the Revenge, in the A-7 section of the third dock, you will see A small boat. Corus Corax is waiting for you in it."

".He knows?" Conrad Coates' eyes became a little complicated.

"Maybe, maybe he knows, maybe he doesn't. What do you think? Ha, doesn't it feel good to be the Riddler, Conrad? Does it still hurt when Robert Guilliman punched you?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

"But at least it hurt at the time - so if you have something you want to say, say it."

He Shenyan turned around and returned to the porthole. Conrad Coz looked at his back silently, waiting for the next sentence.

He knew that he still had nothing to say.

"What are you waiting for, Lord of the Night?" the mage said without looking back, speaking in Nostramo, a soft hiss echoing in the room. "Do what you have to do. .”

(End of chapter)