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"travel?"

Sanguinius looked at Conrad Curze and Robert Guilliman in bewilderment.

He can't understand.

Except for the occasional simulation together, these two people who were almost incompatible now stood together and told him that they would go to Macragge together as a tourist. Conrad Coates was the tourist, while Robert Guilliman was the tour guide.

...Do I look easy to deceive? Sanguinius thought silently.

The archangel repeated his question again: "Travel? Robert, are you serious? I mean, if Conrad threatened you in some way, you can just say it directly, and I will ask Vol Gan will teach him a lesson.”

Curz blinked and straightened his back unconsciously. The fire dragon lord's full hug surged from the corner of his memory again, and the night lord shook his head coldly.

After dispelling the feeling of suffocation that completely enveloped him, he said in a cheerful tone: "Don't think too badly of me, Sanguinius, occasionally, I also want to live like a normal person, or do you want to stop My pursuit of normal behavior deprives me of this right?"

Sanguinius didn't comment on his words, in fact, he just kept staring at Guilliman.

"Okay." Robert Guilliman sighed. "I wanted to go myself—and asked Curze to go with me, is that enough?"

"I guess...enough." Conrad Curz smiled and bowed. "Yes, Sanguinius, as Robert Guilliman, the best of us, said...he just wanted to show me the work of his life. What do you think?"

"I think it's very suspicious, and it's at this point in time."

Sanguinius frowned more and more, and he flapped his wings lightly so that he could float off the ground. Afterwards, he raised the carving hammer in his hand, held the spike in the other hand, and started beating on a huge stone that didn't even have a prototype. He's focused, but at the same time able to continue the conversation with his brothers.

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The gnashing of teeth could probably be heard by anyone outside the room.

He was silent for a moment, then said, "...then you join us, Sanguinius."

"......Um?!"

The Archangel fell to the ground in shock,

Bare feet on the dirty, paint-stained floor. He didn't allow his heirs and the center to clean up here, he felt that the dirty studio was also a part of art.

"You..." Sanguinius' voice was trembling at the moment. "You don't really want to do it again, Robert?"

"...Where did you go?!"

If Robert Guilliman's anger value was ten three seconds ago, it might have soared to one hundred now. He even blushed: "I repeat, I did it completely for the sake of the survival of the empire and mankind! Secondly, even if I am really crazy and want to start a Third Reich again, I will Why are you looking for him?!"

He raised his hand and waved his finger. Conrad Koz, who was standing in the corner, just turned his head innocently.

"It's hard to say..." Sanguinius calmed down now. "After all, not everyone can make the decision to take people and Fulgrim on his boat for a gang fight while fully awake."

"Really? Really?!" Guilliman yelled angrily. "Again? This again? You guys have said this over and over a dozen times!"

"But it still sounds funny."

Curz stood in the corner leisurely, and added something, even with a smile on his face. His words ended everything, and Guilliman could not utter a word, but bowed his head deeply.

Sanguinius sighed, then stepped forward and put his arm around his shoulders, sort of an apology. He comforted softly, "Well, Robert, I'll go, okay?"

"Really?"

"Really." Sanguinius nodded.

However, when Robert Guilliman raised his head half a second later, he looked at the calm face and suddenly realized that he seemed to have made a mistake.

"you?!"

"Yes, brother." Robert Guilliman nodded slowly, smiling smugly. "Otherwise, why would **** come to you to talk about this matter?"

This time it was Sanguinius' turn to be speechless.

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Captain's cabin.

He Shenyan, who was holding a book to read, stopped his behavior without warning. He put down the book and stood up slowly. Seeing this, Liktor immediately asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Do you want to ask this too, Rictor?"

"I didn't add another word, I already have full respect for you..."

He Shenyan couldn't help but laugh. Generally speaking, the Custodians speak without fluctuations in tone, no wonder some Astartes call them cold-blooded machines devoid of humanity. But Rictor's tone at the moment sounded full of imperceptible complaints.

"Okay." With a smile that he didn't realize, He Shenyan sat back on the chair again. "I have to go and meet him."

His frank answer silenced the imperial army, who held back for several minutes before uttering a single sentence, even a monosyllable: "Huh?"

"What are you?"

"...Can this kind of thing really be put on the table, my lord?" The imperial guard asked in a complicated tone. "What you said just now is tantamount to thinking that I admit that you really have a serious mental illness..."

"What's the matter? Are you discriminating against the mentally ill? There's nothing shameful in admitting it—to put it bluntly, if I wasn't sick, would I be sitting here?"

He Shenyan spread his hands: "Now, if you don't mind, I have to pick him up..."

He originally wanted to say something, but suddenly fell silent at this moment. Rictor wrinkled immediately

Frowning, based on his understanding of this person, he felt that nothing good would happen next.

"Central, mobilize the Frostwolf and the Unforgiven, let them enter the central division of Ultramar, communicate directly with Marius Calgar, and let them take the Revenge Legion and Cadian's two regiments there Stationed on the orbit above. At the same time, adjust the alert status of the Revenge to Level 3."

"Send me an order to let the Iron Snake and the Nova Warriors support the Forge World Connor in the northern division, and let Dorne come to the captain's room... No, no, I will go to him in person later. .By the way, send another message to Robert Guilliman and tell him to listen to Conrad Coates."

As he said that, he frowned more and more. The moment of relaxation that was so hard to come by disappeared without a trace at this moment, leaving only the purest worry. Richtor had to ask aloud.

"My lord?" the guard asked in surprise. "What do you mean? Are the five hundred worlds of Ultramar about to be attacked?"

"No, Rictor."

He Shenyan told him with a gloomy face: "They are already being attacked. Where you can't see, those monsters hiding in the dark no longer hide..."

"But—" Rictor said worriedly. "At this hour?"

"no need to worry. "

He Shenyan blinked at him, as if the heaviness just now did not exist at all. He smiled slightly: "I'm here."

After the words fell, he turned into brilliance and dissipated. The heaviness in the imperial guard's heart did not ease in the slightest. He sighed deeply and began to speak to his lord.

+I failed to stop him again, Your Majesty. +

+ It's not your problem... who can stop someone as stubborn as him? +

An echo came from the void, and the center tacitly erased any existence related to this conversation. Lictor sighed and removed his helmet, turned him over, and stared into the eyepiece.

+How long will this continue, Your Majesty? He has sacrificed enough. +

+I can't give you an exact time, Rictor. I can't make any guarantees...but I can tell you one thing, this time, they will never achieve their goals again. +

In the subspace, the flame of the astronomical torch began to vibrate suddenly.