Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

"Okay, Your Highness."

Several battle nuns from the Soul Guard frowned slightly after taking over Carlos' mummy.

There is no special reason, just "ugly rejection".

Although each of the battle nuns is an admirable warrior, it does not mean that their lives are monotonous and rigid; in fact, after finishing their day of practice and prayer, most nuns will have their own thoughts like ordinary people. hobbies and fun.

And because of their gender, their aesthetics are completely different from those of the rough men in the empire.

Most rough guys in the empire like to hang the skulls of their enemies on their bodies. This is not only a symbol of honor, but also a kind of decoration. Similarly, they will also spray various dark-style paintings on their spaceships. , don’t ask why, just ask about loyalty and faith – but it’s really cool.

Even Duker thought that it would be a good decoration to make a golden double-headed eagle from the demon whose essence has been extracted and has been completely rendered harmless and hang it on the Soul Fire.

But the nuns actually refused in their hearts. They couldn't stand the sight of the pair of ferocious and shriveled bird heads.

The twenty-eight-kilometer-long body of the Inner Fire is the life of many Imperial warriors. They live, fight, eat, sleep, start families, and reproduce on this battleship until they die. In the minds of the soldiers, this is not only the flagship of the expeditionary legion, but also their home.

Who doesn’t want their home to be more pleasing to the eye?

But who gave it to His Highness?

Although the nuns felt ugly in their hearts, they could only obey. They worked together to carry Carlos' mummy out.

"Dukele, I didn't expect you to actually succeed!" After the nuns left, Magnus looked at the brand new Armor of Destiny in front of him and said incredulously.

"Yes, this armor is not only enough to heal injuries, but it also has Carlos's resistance to psychic powers, which is enough to make up for Guilliman's lack of psychic powers."

"Then when will he wake up?"

"Not sure," Duker thought for a while, "It depends on our brothers' willpower. Anyway, it won't take more than a week at the latest."

Just as he finished speaking.

"Fulgrim!!!"

Guilliman, who was lying on the hospital bed, suddenly ejected into the air, roaring his brother's name.

Duker hadn't spoken yet.

Magnus, who was hanging on his waist, spoke first, "Guilliman, I didn't expect you to miss Fulgrim so much?"

"Dulkle?" Only then did Guilliman see the situation around him clearly, as well as the extremely conspicuous brothers of the original body in front of him. "And Magnus? How did you become like this, brother, as expected This is what the traitor deserves!"

"You are right, I am a traitor and I deserve what I get." Magnus said sarcastically,

"It is indeed not as good as the great regent, the perfect son. Look what you have done? Our father asked you to conquer the aliens. Is this how you conquered them?"

"Nonsense! Magnus, Evrene and I are only allies!" Guilliman was furious.

"You are right, great regent, but did I say that you have another relationship? Huh?"

"you!"

Guilliman was already easily angry, and this time he was even more angry. The unhealed wounds in his body were all affected, and his lips trembled in pain.

Magnus let out a weird smile. In the confrontation with his brothers, he once again achieved a major victory.

This made him extremely proud.

And his pride lasted until Duker slapped him on the bald head.

"Shut up. Guilliman has just woken up. He is still very weak and cannot be stimulated."

Magnus raised his eyes and looked at his brother's palm, which was bigger than his face, and decisively chose to shut up.

Dukel nodded with satisfaction, then looked at Guilliman, who was gradually calming down in anger, and told him roughly the story of the war, and expressed his heartfelt thanks to him.

This is the thanks Guilliman deserves.

Although the Prince Regent spent the rest of this war lying in the emergency room, except for resisting the concentrated fire attacks of the three demons.

But his contribution to this war was not during the war, but before the war.

The number of legions under the regent is roughly estimated to be more than three times that of the expeditionary legion!

The number of Astartes alone is no less than the total number of members of Dukel's Heart Network.

And Guilliman didn't have the help of the mental network's computing power. He only relied on his own abilities to operate such a huge legion and manage it in an orderly manner.

The number of affairs and the amount of effort required were beyond what Duker could have imagined.

As a demigod primarch, when the Space Wolves Chapter Master made things difficult for him, Guilliman took the initiative to kneel down on one knee - and his purpose of doing so was just to unite all the forces of the Empire.

If the protagonist of this incident had been replaced by Dukel, perhaps the Space Wolves Chapter Leader would have been cut into eight pieces and fed to Russ the moment he bared his teeth.

This is their difference, and it is destined that even if they are the same original body, he cannot replace Guilliman's role.

When Duker told that he had captured Fulgrim, he thought that after hearing the news, Guilliman would be eager to find him to avenge the two swords.

But what he didn't expect was that Guilliman restrained the anger and resentment in his heart just for a moment.

"The fall of a brother, even though he has been defeated, is not something to be happy about, is it?" Guilliman's eyes showed sadness,

"It's up to my father to decide what to do with him, not me."

"Yeah." Regarding his decision, Duker nodded noncommittally, and then said,

"You're right, brother."

"——Can you lend me Caul, the great sage of the Mechanicus for a while?"

"Ah?" Guilliman's newly brewing sadness disappeared in an instant, but he quickly reacted,

"What do you want Call?"

"I plan to take him to a high-end academic exchange meeting. How about it, brother, are you interested in participating together?"

In fact, Duker just asked symbolically. In his expectation, the busy regent should not have this time.

Unexpectedly, Guilliman actually showed a very interested expression.

So Duker kindly reminded, "Brother, I have to remind you that this academic exchange is very high-end, and there is no need for illiterate or semi-literate people to participate."

"Illiterate? Do you mean me?"

Guilliman was stunned. As a primarch, this was the first time he had been evaluated like this - in fact, not only was he not illiterate, he had even read all the books on his native planet before he was found by the Emperor.

But

Dukel and Magnus looked at each other, and then looked at him together.

Standing in front of him was Dukel, who stayed in his room doing scientific research as long as there was no war; hanging in front of him was Magnus, who was pursuing endless knowledge.

so.

"Okay." Guilliman smiled bitterly, "It turns out I am illiterate."

Then he seemed to remember something and said again,

"Dukele, I want to use the victory of this war to hold a grand celebration. The empire has not had such an exciting victory for a long time. Our people need hope."

"And your brother, you will be the protagonist of this celebration. I hope you will come to participate."

Guilliman said extremely seriously.

"Then I hope I can find the time." When Dukel heard that Guilliman agreed to take Caul away, his mind was no longer here.

in the results he calculated.

if everything goes well.

Cawl's own lore and Primaris Space Marine technology.

Magnus breaks through the psychic bottleneck.

His own mind engine technology.

Griese as deputy.

When this scientific research team is established, the probability of his ideal Second Legion Space Marines being born will be as high as 22.2%!

After a brief exchange with Guilliman, Dukel hurriedly got up and left the emergency room to find Caul.

After he left, those Ultramarines who had been waiting at the door and were anxious because their old father was near death swarmed into the emergency room.

Neither Durkor nor Guilliman, nor even Magnus themselves, noticed when they ended this conversation and walked out of the emergency room, when they were once again exposed to the sight of mortals.

Their expressions unconsciously became rigid, not as natural as when they got along with each other.

The proud Primarchs never revealed their true thoughts to mortals.

Their true feelings will never be revealed to mortals, and the emotions of the Primarch will only be directly displayed to another Primarch, whether it is laughing and scolding, whether it is opening their arms, or fighting each other.

This is a very contradictory relationship. No matter how approachable the primarch is, not even Guilliman will let mortals see through his true heart.

In the final analysis, the only one the primarch can identify with in his heart is his brother.

Set a fixed time and update it at 8pm in the future.

I stayed up all night on New Year's Eve and couldn't write during the day, so just two chapters today.

I wish you all a Happy New Year.

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Currently owed: 30,000 words. I try to clear it at the end of the month.