40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 367 87. The Burning of Five Hundred Worlds (6)

"I understand," Robert Guilliman said.

After saying this, he closed his mouth and pursed his lips tightly. The Ever Victorious Army closed the door outside the study, and Sevatar, who was still covered in blood, stood in front of him and sniffed.

He had stopped bleeding, and the feeling coming from the wound was both itchy and slightly painful, which made him have the urge to punch his face again to relieve the itching. However, considering the occasion, he still didn't do it.

What's more, Van Cleef was standing next to him. Although his expression was calm, he kept glancing in his direction from the corner of his eyes. Savita knew in her heart that this could be considered a warning.

His company commander was usually very discreet, and even his warnings were better conveyed with stares or a few simple modal words. This kind of consideration at this moment

is it necessary? Sevatar thought, I am not an idiot, I would really act careless in front of Robert Guilliman.

His divergent thoughts continued for a while, but the Lord Macragge's silence lasted for several minutes before ending.

"Send my order -" He lowered his head and pressed a button somewhere on his desk. "——Ask all the think tanks to gather in the second tactical room on the main bridge. I want them to build a data theory model. The specific situation will be discussed after I arrive."

He removed his finger, and the silver button bounced back to its original position, making a slightly dull sound.

Sevatar quietly moved his eyes from the desk to the face of the Primarch. By coincidence, the other party was also looking at him at the moment.

The look in his eyes did not look like that of a primarch or a general, but rather that of a wounded beast, full of exhaustion and extremely dangerous. Even though he knew that this danger was not directed at him, Savita couldn't help but bared his teeth in his helmet.

At this moment, he was quite glad that he was still wearing a helmet.

"Sergeant Jago Severtarion." Guilliman spoke in a low voice and as gently as possible. "Thank you for bringing me this news."

"It's just a matter of duty, sir." Savita responded calmly, but his true nature was revealed in the next second, causing Van Cleef to narrow his eyes.

"So, can we leave?"

"Please stay a moment, Sergeant. I need help from the Nightblade, and it's not as close as it is far, so I'd like you to stay for a while."

Sevatar looked at him, then turned to look at his company commander. The latter's expressionless look made it impossible for him to judge what Van Cleef was thinking now. He hesitated for a while, but before he could speak, Van Cleef took care of the matter for him.

To be honest, he simply spoke before Savita.

"Sergeant Severtalion probably doesn't have much talent in data deduction, sir." Van Cleef said. "If you really need a nightblade who's good at data deduction—"

"I know, look for Sergeant Shen from the Fourth Company." Guilliman sighed and smiled. "But now he's been assigned another job by me."

As he was speaking, the silver button began to buzz. Guilliman had no choice but to make a gesture of apology and press it again.

After several hoarse hisses, the voice of First Chapter Commander Marius Gage rang out.

"Primarch, what do you want to do?"

"I'm going to have a meeting."

"No, I mean, why do we need to convene a think tank?" Gage asked puzzledly on the other end of the communication. "And you didn't say why, which makes me even more confused."

"Just a little speculation," Guilliman said seriously. "Sergeant Yago Severtalion of the First Company of the Night Blades conveyed to me a very tactically valuable intelligence. After the war, he discovered that the corruption of the Word Bearers was deepening."

He paused for a moment and concluded.

"I think this matter can reveal to us to a certain extent which area of ​​Ultramar the Word Bearers' large forces are currently operating in."

Gage was silent for a while, his silence so strange that Guilliman thought he was not thinking about it.

The reason was just because Gage made some soft noises on the other end of the communication line. This was an extremely small detail, just one of the hundreds of details he had captured in the past few minutes.

To ordinary people, it is too small to be called a detail. For those tacticians, it is irrelevant and should be ignored. But Roboute Guilliman would spare no detail, especially after the Battle of Calth.

So, with genuine apology, he smiled at Van Cleef and Sevatar.

"Captain Van Cleef, Sergeant Severtalion, can I ask you to wait for me outside the door for a moment?"

"You are strong, my lord," said Van Cleef. "We'll be waiting outside the door."

After a brief salute, the two Night Blades left his office.

Guilliman finally had time to change his expression at this moment. He squinted his eyes and regained his composure, but did not let his facial muscles make any other movements. Only pure rationality remained on his face at this moment. How terrifying it is to be detached from things.

"Tell me what you think, Gage," said Guilliman. "I know you have something to say."

"We should go to Macragge first, my lord," Marius Gage said, pausing for half a second and taking a very visibly deep breath. "Macragge is the center of Ultramar, the heart and capital. We should change our course and head there first."

"I remember we were talking about this, Gage. I told you my decision. There are five hundred worlds in Ultramar, and every single one of their inhabitants is an Ultramarian, and they are suffering. "

"But, the original body"

Guilliman interrupted him sternly and firmly.

"No but, will the Word Bearers treat them differently just because they are or are not Macraggeans? Don't talk about similar things anymore, we will save every one of the five hundred worlds."

"Did you hear that, Gage? Every one of them. I will not give up on any world, especially not when they are in our path. I have the ability to save them, and I cannot stand idly by. That would be tantamount to betrayal. Now, let’s talk about why you’re bringing this up again.”

"Because I realize that you may have to postpone our trip to Macragge again." Gage said slightly helplessly.

"reason?"

The first chapter leader took a deep breath.

"You said that the corruption of the Word Bearers is deepening, and they have always been fanatical believers, and it has even intensified after their betrayal. Through the Mouth of the Night Blade, we learned that the disgusting mutation that happened to them is actually It's corruption from the subspace."

"This is a very legitimate and very reasonable statement. However, for such a group of believers, mutation may actually be a blessing from the gods."

"I don't know if there are gods in the subspace, but if they really exist, then it will probably be quite difficult to please them. From this, considering what we observed during the previous voyage The phenomenon of sacrifices and the deliberate torture, I can probably guess the reason why you summoned the think tank."

The corners of Guilliman's mouth inevitably raised, and his eyes were obviously filled with a smile.

"Your guess is absolutely correct, Gage, it's amazing. But this matter may be quite difficult. I'm not sure whether our think tank can sense which subspace energy is richer under the current situation. So, I Find a foreign aid for us.”

"That Sergeant Jago Severtalion?"

"Yes."

Gage sighed: "Sir, you should know that he is——"

"——Yes, I know. I also know that his psychic talent has been sealed again. But it doesn't matter. Van Cleef told me that the night blades have a special kind of vision."

Guilliman also sighed: "I can't tell whether this is a curse or a recessive genetic talent. They are really ill-fated."

"Considering the war we're currently fighting, you might want to change the adjective curse a bit."

"But everything has a price, Gage." Guilliman said, his eyes becoming slightly distant.

Inevitably he thought of Conrad Coates and the stories he had told in the past, the stories about Khalil Lohars, which, to be fair, were good stories.

About the price, about the blade, about the killing. A story about a ghost who picked up a child in Hell, and the child told the story with pride.

Russ loved the story so much that he is said to have later told it to his wolves, with some slight adaptations.

The same goes for Leon El'Jonson. The Lion actually maintained a rare respect in other people's heroic epics.

Even Perturabo did not express any inappropriate emotions towards the door that Dorn gave away in the story. No one knows what the Lord of Steel is thinking, but he and the only instructor of the Eighth Legion The rumors between them are actually not a secret.

At least it was not a secret to the Primarchs, so his expressionless face was often misinterpreted to mean something else. On at least one occasion, Fulgrim walked over and patted his shoulder reassuringly. What happened after that was not pretty.

The only person who remained completely silent about this story was Corus Corax. He rarely attended the banquet. The few times he was present, he drank one glass after another because of these stories and left the banquet very quickly. It's almost like escaping.

What am I thinking?

Guilliman closed his eyes, collected his thoughts, and threw all these things into the corner of his brain. To him now, they sparkle and are something more precious than gems. However, precisely because of this, he could not indulge in it.

He has work to do, he is Robert Guilliman.

"Primarch?"

"I'm still here, Gage," the Lord of Macragge said. "I just got distracted. You are already on your way to the bridge, right?"

"Yes, Primarch."

"Very good, I'll be there soon."

He hung up the communication and his expression became calm.

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