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"This is different from what we agreed upon before, Xi." The emperor's voice was filled with helplessness and confusion, and his deep eyes were fixed on the existence in front of him.

Xi swayed her puppet-like body slightly, making subtle clicks at her joints. She then waved her hands and replied firmly, "But Konrad really needs to learn from Guilliman, the master of management, and absorb his management skills, rather than emulating Fulgrim's elegance. That kind of elegance is too focused on external form and superficial, and won't be of much practical help to his growth."

The Emperor sighed and said, "Never mind. Whatever you say!" Then, his expression turned serious and he added, "Jiang Sen has located Ran Dan's home planet. He just reported this to me today."

Xi nodded calmly and analyzed the situation methodically, "Let Aurora and Leman Russ go together. The Great Crusade has already advanced more than halfway. The current situation does not allow for any negligence. We must proceed with extreme caution. We must not allow a moment of carelessness to plunge the First Legion into irreparable ruin and undo all the hard work we have put in over the years."

The Emperor thought carefully and then nodded slowly in agreement: "Okay, I'll do as you say."

……

Macragge.

Guilliman stood on a high place, his eyes fixed on the mighty fleet departing in the distance.

One ship after another gradually turned into small black dots at the junction of sea and sky, but his eyes were still firmly glued there, unable to move away.

Recalling the close interactions he had with his sisters over the past few days, the scenes of discussing tactics and sharing laughter together, at this moment, they were like dense silk threads, entwining his heart layer by layer.

It felt like a piece of his heart was hollowed out, and the empty feeling made it difficult for him to breathe.

Finally, he spoke slowly, his voice trembling slightly, "Mother, are they going to conquer the aliens this time?"

Xi stood quietly by, her puppet-like body swaying slightly in the wind, her joints creaking softly. She nodded gently and responded calmly, "This is a new mission from the Emperor."

Guilliman raised his head slightly, looking at the clouds gradually dispersing in the sky, his thoughts drifting back to the scene of his first meeting with his sisters.

At that time, they stood side by side, full of longing, and talked about their infinite expectations for the future.

Guilliman smiled wryly, and with a hint of loss, he said, "When we first met, I never imagined that the day of separation would come so soon. I naively believed that the time we spent talking and walking together like this would be endless, that we would never be able to squander it all."

Now, his two sisters have embarked on a journey to an unknown battlefield.

Guilliman clenched his fists. No matter how far apart they were, they would eventually meet again.

Seeing Guilliman's dejected and gloomy expression, Xi stepped forward. Though her body was made of a puppet, her movements were designed to convey soothing comfort. She softly said, "Don't worry, child. They will return soon after completing their mission. Your friendship with them is deep, and this bond will not fade with a brief separation. Moreover, I have found a new Primarch for you. You will serve as his mentor and teach him everything you know to help him grow."

Upon hearing this, Guilliman slowly raised his head, the worry and reluctance in his eyes faded slightly, replaced by a hint of solemnity and responsibility for the new mission.

The Lord of Ultramar nodded slightly, his voice steady and resolute. "Mother, I understand. Since I have been entrusted with the important task of teaching, I will impart my wartime experience, my loyalty to the Empire, and my faith in him without reservation, and live up to your trust."

Guilliman looked up at Xi, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "A new Primarch? Curze? I don't know what his character is like, but I will do my best to teach him, just like I would my own brother."

Xi nodded slightly, a glint of relief in her eyes: "He has extraordinary potential. I believe that under your guidance, he will shine in the Great Crusade and become a solid force for us.

……

Guilliman saw his brother, Curze, from afar. In an instant, he felt as if something was choking his throat. Thousands of words were stuck in his mouth, but he couldn't say a single word.

Looking back, he had put a lot of effort into welcoming Koz's arrival.

In Macragge, he mobilized nearly half of the planet's resources and carefully prepared an extremely grand welcome ceremony.

The most famous and important figures from the Five Hundred Worlds were invited, and they were looking forward to welcoming the arrival of this new brother in the most grand manner, and letting cheers and glory be the first gift that Coze received when he set foot on Macragge.

But the scene before him was completely different from what he had imagined.

At this moment, Koz was huddled in the shadow of the wall, exuding an indescribable aura of savagery.

Guilliman's gaze took in the horrifying sight of Curze devouring the rats of Macragge, brutally and without restraint.

Looking at him again, he was wearing a cloak made of several pieces of human skin. The black cloak loosely covered his skinny, pale and slender body, as if he was a demon crawling out of the dark abyss.

Guilliman felt the world spinning and a feeling of dizziness came over him.

How could he not be shocked and confused?

The task given to him by his mother is to teach Coze how to manage the planet, but how easy is this?

The difficulty is like making the wild and unruly Leman Russ learn elegant and proper etiquette, making the graceful and elegant Fulgrim become rude and reckless, and making the kind and benevolent Vulkan become evil and brutal. This is an almost impossible challenge.

Guilliman took a deep breath, suppressing his shock and discomfort. He tried to sound gentle yet firm. "My brother, I believe you should study etiquette with me. I will teach you how to manage all affairs of the planet in an orderly manner."

Coze uttered a low sneer, his sharp teeth protruding from between his pale, cracked lips, which were covered with disgusting bits of flesh and blood, gleaming coldly in the dim light.

"Really? But I really don't think listening to your teachings will make me a better person. Some people are born to be barbaric and vulgar, to hide in the shadows, and I am one of them."

Koz's voice was hoarse and cold, as if it came from a gloomy dungeon.

Guilliman's brow furrowed, a hint of anxiety in his eyes. He took a step forward and said earnestly, "Perhaps that's true, but as a Primarch, you possess wisdom and talent far superior to that of ordinary people. Learning will surely be much easier. As long as you are willing to study hard with me, you will surely become a management master like me in the future."

Koz was not moved at all, still lying in the shadows, his figure like a ferocious beast ready to pounce, every movement full of vigilance and aggressiveness.

"Don't you understand, Guilliman? What I mean is that we should not interfere with each other. When Mother arrives, we can just play our part. This will be good for both of us."

Curze's eyes became fierce, as if warning Guilliman not to approach easily.

Being stared at by Curze's hunting eyes, Guilliman's fighting spirit was instantly ignited.

As the Lord of Macragge, he knew too well that it was no easy task to make a powerful and stubborn being obey him. Sometimes, only by completely conquering the other party with strength first could he make the other party convinced and sit down to learn humbly.

At this point, Guilliman's eyes became sharp and determined, he secretly clenched his fists, a difficult battle seemed inevitable.

Guilliman took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, trying to calm the turmoil within him. He thought to himself, "If extraordinary measures aren't used, this Curze will be unyielding and difficult to tame."

As the Lord of Macragge, Guilliman is known for his calmness and wisdom, but now he is forced into such a situation.

Guilliman took a sudden step forward, the ground beneath his feet shaking slightly from the force.

In an instant, the aura around him suddenly rose like a surging tide. A strong sense of oppression spread out from him, making the air around him become sticky.

"Koz, since you're unwilling to learn, I can only make you face reality in battle, and then sit down and listen to my teachings!"

Guilliman's voice was deep and powerful, and every word seemed to carry unquestionable majesty, echoing for a long time in this dim space.

Before he finished speaking, his hand quietly reached for his waist and drew out a dagger.

This dagger has a slender blade, and the blade gleams with a cold light. It feels heavy in the hand. This is the dagger of sincerity.

The sword blade trembled slightly in the air, making a low "buzzing" sound, just like a beast about to wake up, impatiently announcing the start of the battle.

Seeing this, Koz not only did not show any fear, but instead raised his head and let out a sharp and piercing laugh.

The laughter was full of madness and provocation, making people shudder.

He rose from the depths of the shadows like a black lightning, and pounced towards Guilliman with lightning speed.

As he rushed forward, his hands suddenly underwent strange changes. His fingers became sharp and slender, and his nails flashed coldly like blades, just like a pair of extremely sharp claws, as if to tear everything in front of him into pieces.

The dazzling sunlight poured down without reservation, like a sharp blade, piercing straight into the dark corner, exposing everything that was originally hidden there.

Koz took advantage of the moment when light and shadow intersected and launched a fierce attack.

Like an agile cheetah, he flashed in front of Guilliman. His thigh muscles were tensed, like a tough iron hoop, locking Guilliman's arm tightly and making him unable to move.

At the same time, Midnight Haunter's other arm quickly stretched out and tightly strangled Guilliman's neck like a python, with such great force that it almost broke Guilliman's neck.

Under this sudden and extremely fierce attack, Guilliman felt his breathing stagnate and stars appeared in front of his eyes. He struggled desperately, trying to break free from Curze's restraints. His feet stomped on the ground in panic and his hands tried to pry Curze's arms hard, but everything was in vain.

With just one move, the usually calm and powerful Lord of Macragge fell straight back, landing heavily on the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

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Chapter 243 Conrad roared in his heart

Guilliman fell? But it was unlikely that Guilliman would fall.

His neck was tightly strangled by Curze, and the suffocating feeling of oppression came like a surging tide, but Guilliman's mind was still running at high speed, like a sophisticated war machine, never stopping for a moment.

"Just now, when I drew out my dagger, Curze merged into the shadows and quickly strangled my neck. So now I just need to break free, put myself in the sun, be careful of the shadows, and then I can subdue Curze." Guilliman thought.

Thinking of this, Guilliman burst out with all his strength and struggled frantically.

However, Koz's arms were like iron shackles, tightening more and more as he struggled.

Guilliman's face flushed red from lack of oxygen, and his breathing became rapid and labored.

Looking at Guilliman's futile struggle, Curze had a strange and twisted smile on his face. He slowly opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of pale teeth. Between his teeth were still small pieces of flesh and blood left over from gnawing on the mouse, which looked particularly terrifying in the dim light.

"Brother," the Night Haunter said in a hoarse voice, his tone full of mockery and ridicule, "Look at your current behavior. It's exactly the same as the mouse I just ate. That little thing was desperately trying to escape in my palm, struggling in its death throes, and squeaking miserably, just like your current miserable state."

Guilliman said nothing, just struggled.

Guilliman burst out with all his strength, twisting and struggling frantically, his arms trying to pry open Curze's clamp-like arms, and his legs kicking continuously, trying to find a fulcrum to break free from the deadly restraints.

However, every bit of his struggle seemed to send a signal to Koz, which made Koz tighten his grip even more.

Curze's arms were like shackles made of steel, and as Guilliman resisted, they dug deeper and deeper into his neck. Every inch of his muscle was exerting force, as if to twist Guilliman's neck off.

Xi hid in the dark, watching all this quietly, and couldn't help but shook his head slightly.

The next second, she appeared without warning, suddenly appearing in front of the two entangled heirs.

"I never thought you two were so affectionate with each other," Xi said teasingly with a faint smile on his face. "You hugged each other as soon as you met. You really have a deep brotherly love."

The moment Koze saw Xi appear, he moved extremely quickly, as if he had been electrocuted. He suddenly loosened his arms that were strangling Guilliman and stood up at an extremely fast speed. His whole body tensed up in an instant and he looked at Xi affectionately.

Guilliman was still slumped on the ground, gasping for breath. His neck was red and purple with deep marks from being strangled. His chest was heaving violently. It was obvious that he had not yet recovered from the desperate situation of near suffocation.

Xi raised her eyes to look at the straight-backed Koz, and said in a tone that left no room for doubt: "Koz, don't dawdle, come with me. All the important figures in the Far East Star Region are waiting for you at the banquet to welcome Koz, you have to hurry over!"

Koz didn't say much and followed Xi silently.

At the same time, Guilliman had already stood up, rubbing his aching neck, his eyes wandering back and forth between the two of them, his expression complicated and difficult to discern.

…………

In the center of the banquet, the dazzling crystal chandeliers cast bright light, decorating the surroundings with golden splendor. Amidst the elegantly dressed people, everyone raised their glasses and chatted, creating a lively atmosphere.

"I thought that I wouldn't see Conrad in person at this banquet held to welcome him." Ms. Euton walked lightly with a perfect smile on her lips. Her voice was as gentle as the spring breeze. As she spoke, she handed the glass filled with fine wine to Xi.

Xi took the wine glass gracefully and shook it gently, causing charming ripples to appear in the wine.

"But he still can't change his habits. He's naturally shy and always likes to hide in the shadows. This is a huge difference from the ideal image of a judge created by the Emperor."

Upon hearing this, Lady Euton took a sip of her wine, a touch of red wine staining her soft lips, adding a touch of charm. "From what you say, it seems that in your eyes, Konrad doesn't look like a Primarch, but more like a bat."

"Look over there." Xi raised his chin slightly to indicate.

Conrad was seen carrying a large plate of fruit and quietly walking to the shadowy corner of the banquet.

He had a hunched body, and his movements were agile yet a bit weird.

Then, the Night Haunter stretched out his sharp nails, easily broke the fruit open, and stuffed a big mouthful into his mouth. The juice flowed freely along his pale lips and dripped onto the ground.

This scene naturally did not escape the eyes of the dignitaries present, and everyone's eyes were cast over.

But the strange aura emanating from Conrad was too strong, and no one dared to approach and talk to the Primarch. Invisibly, he formed a clear barrier between himself and the lively banquet atmosphere around him.

"Okay! Conrad is indeed like a bat, as you said." Ms. Euton sighed softly, her words full of helplessness.

"But where is Robert? He was clearly going to meet Conrad, so why is he gone now?" Ms. Euton seemed to suddenly remember something, and asked with a puzzled look on her face while looking around.

People were coming and going at the party, but her son Robert was nowhere to be seen, which made her curious.

"As soon as Conrad and him met, they started fighting." Xi tilted her head back slightly, her red lips lightly pressing against the rim of her wine glass. The wine in the glass swayed slightly with her movements. "Robert's clothes are all ruined. I guess he's getting changed right now."

There was a hint of sarcasm in Xi's tone, as if she was not surprised by the conflict between the two.

"He seems to be a naughty child. Now Robert will have a headache." Ms. Yuton had a smile on her face. Her eyes unconsciously looked at Conrad in the corner. She silently labeled him in her heart - compared to Robert, whom she carefully watched grow up, Conrad was indeed a little worse.

"Otherwise, why would I have entrusted Konrad to Robert's instruction?" Xi gently swirled the wine glass in her hand, the wine gleaming alluringly under the light. "Sanguinius studied under Horus and grew into a universally praised Archangel. The same should be true for Konrad. He has so much to learn from Guilliman."

"Whether it's steadiness in dealing with people or the ability to govern a territory, these are gaps that Conrad urgently needs to fill."

After hearing this, Lady Euton nodded in agreement. Looking at Conrad eating alone in the shadows, and thinking of Guilliman's usual calmness and wisdom, she had to admit that Xi's point of view was very correct.

Konrad indeed has a lot to learn from Guilliman, and this journey of teaching and growth may have just begun.

Ms. Yuton gently put down the wine glass in her hand, her movements were graceful and made a crisp sound.

"I think we should go ask that little guy." Yuton turned to look at Xi with a hint of inquiry in his eyes, and then the two of them walked from the bright light to the shadowy corner of the banquet.

The high heels made a rhythmic "tapping" sound as they stepped on the smooth ground.

"You are different from what I imagined, Conrad." Ms. Euton spoke first, her voice soft but with a certain unquestionable power. She stood in front of Conrad, looking him up and down, trying to catch a trace of emotional fluctuations from his expression.

"Then Ms. Euton, am I better or worse than you imagined?" Conrad raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and forced out a faint smile. He was called "Midnight Haunter", but at this moment there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes. However, when he looked at Xi, he noticed Xi's fierce eyes, which was signaling him not to do anything out of line. Conrad's heart trembled slightly, and he restrained himself a little.

Lady Euden raised her head slightly, a flicker of memory in her eyes, and she spoke slowly, "You are even better than I imagined. Rumors about you were already rife before you even arrived in Macragge."

"Some say you're a tyrant who spreads fear on your home planet, an inquisitor of the utmost cruelty. There are countless rumors like these. These rumors have pieced together countless images of Konrad Curze in my mind, some kind, some cruel, and all sorts of things, but none compare to the real you."

After hearing this, Conrad couldn't help laughing. The laughter seemed a little abrupt in this dim corner. He lowered his head, and a trace of barely perceptible jealousy flashed in his eyes.

Yes, he was jealous of his brother Robert, Guilliman.

Guilliman possesses wealth that is unimaginable to all Primarchs, that is a sincere and deep family affection, which is envied and jealous by most Primarchs, even he, the "Midnight Haunter", is not immune to it.