Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Guilliman is sitting in a temporary command post and conducting command work - don't get me wrong, this is not commanding a war, but post-disaster reconstruction and repair.

The scanning provided by the Vengeance in the orbit of Terra was developed by Guilliman for a whole new purpose. This ability to accurately grasp the battlefield situation is worth a hundred scouts, worth a thousand so-called high-level soldiers.

Precision simulation sand table.

In front of him was a personal terminal from the Revenge, and a light blue light curtain appeared in front of him. It was clear how many people were participating in disaster relief near the palace, and where there were refugees who had not yet been evacuated.

However, Guilliman was very anxious, very anxious. He tapped his fingers on the table, frowned, and glanced sideways behind him from time to time.

Logically speaking, he shouldn't be showing such a restless expression. The war was over, they were victorious. The Emperor even survived and stepped down from the throne. The Empire had never been like this in the past ten thousand years.

Such wonderful prospects can be expected.

...Actually, the reason is very simple.

The Emperor was sitting behind him.

He arrived silently, without any Custodes, without informing anyone. When Guilliman opened the door, he thought he had seen a ghost.

He was stunned for twenty seconds before he came to his senses, and then hurriedly let the emperor walk in. Unlike the image of the man in golden armor who often appeared on the murals, he only wore a white robe and was of the same height.

Liman's chest. When Guilliman asked him if he had anything important to do, the Emperor told him.

"You go about your business, I'll just take a look."

...

What do you want to see?

Guilliman did not dare to ask, and he refused to put down his work to find out the matter. He had to direct the actions of the Astartes in a state of anxiety. The four companies of the Ultramarines and the Empire

All five companies of the Fist participated in this disaster relief operation. Logically speaking, they would not participate in such an operation, but no one raised any objections.

After all, they are short of manpower now, and the Astartes know this very well. After fighting side by side with those heroic spirits, they seem to have a new understanding of their responsibilities. And these two legions are known for being kind to mortals, and they will

It is not surprising that such a decision was made. Some nuns and Astra Militarum were truly afraid of this decision.

After issuing a new order, Guilliman sighed. The reconstruction plan near the palace was almost completed... However, he should not have been allowed to do this kind of thing. Oh my god

This is not the point.

However, the remaining brothers are even more unreliable. One is still on the Revenge, one is relentless in looking for remaining demons to kill all over the world, and one has just returned from the Tribunal headquarters. And the remaining two...

.Guilliman could not imagine what those two bastards would look like taking command.

The sound of fingers tapping on the table stopped. Guilliman pursed his lips and turned around. The chair made a clicking sound. The Emperor sat on the chair behind him, with his back straight and nothing in his eyes for him to see.

The emotions that come out.

"...Father." It was extremely difficult to say this word from his mouth. "What on earth do you want to do?"

"I'm thinking."

His father, the Emperor of Mankind, spoke in an easy-going tone that he had never heard before: "You did a good job. Once the reconstruction near the palace is completed, we can connect through communication again."

The entire Terra. The hives that were most severely affected should be able to be rescued and will not collapse."

"However, you missed something." The emperor turned to a very serious tone.

"Mars. From the beginning of the war until now, the only support we have received is those knights of the Taranis family who are already on the ground. The team of Imperial Fists Astartes you sent has not given you any reply yet.

"

"Maybe they just can't get in touch with us."

"This is impossible," the Emperor said sternly. "Do you think there will be no way for Mars to contact us directly? Robert, remember, you must not let go of any clues. You can be careless, but the cost may be countless.

Life. When you sit in this position, you must leave no stone unturned and do your best. Because only in this way can we avoid unnecessary deaths."

Guilliman lowered his head and replied in a low voice: "...I understand, father."

He was a little incredible.

Was the Emperor teaching him? This...

"I don't mean to blame you."

The emperor slowed down his tone and even began to smile: "No one sitting in your position can do better than you. Robert, I understand how you feel after waking up. But at least, you are not alone now.

You have a lot of new helpers. Maybe you should trust them more."

"This is reconstruction work, father." Guilliman couldn't help but retort. "Frank, Crane, Steve - they all have their own talents, but this is definitely not included. And Angron and Fogg

Reem...the two of them are even less likely."

"Then have you asked them?"

The Emperor's words stunned Guilliman.

"You should ask them, Robert. You can't arrange everyone's path. It's good to have their own duties...but everyone has their own ideas."

The Emperor whispered: "Just like me, I have never asked each of you whether you are willing to be what you are today. I designed your future, character, and even abilities. But I have never asked you whether you are willing."

"...I apologize to you, Robert."

"There are many things that could have been avoided a long time ago, but my stubbornness allowed them to happen. I also allowed them to succeed. Over the past ten thousand years, I have been reflecting on my mistakes. In the end, I came to the conclusion that it was not fate that caused

The current situation was caused by me - I could have had more and better choices, but I chose the worst one."

"I could have had a long talk with Lorgar, but I didn't. I could have told him in person how unhappy I was with the city he built, but I didn't either. I just asked you to destroy that city -

What a vague order? I caused a gap between you brothers, and also made Luojia resent me."

Guilliman listened in silence, unable to say anything.

"Not to mention Angron." The Emperor closed his eyes. "To take over everything and put all the responsibility on yourself will make you unable to see the faces of the people around you, and will make you use the same requirements for yourself.

Asking them. Makes you a... jerk. Would things have changed if I had been more patient with him?"

silence.

No one spoke, only the light curtain made a faint buzz.

After an unknown amount of time, the emperor opened his eyes: "Continue your work, Robert, and take appropriate rest."

"What are you going to do, father?"

"Do what a father should do long ago."

The Emperor came to the door. He wanted to open the door and leave, but he paused suddenly. Golden light poured from his hand into the door handle. He turned his head and mouthed something to Guilliman.

The original members of the Ultramarines were stunned, and then they immediately stood up and came to the door silently.

The emperor opened the door and three people fell in.

"Oh, hello, Robert, long time no see!"

One of them with a pair of wings immediately stood up, and at the same time shook off Angron on the left and Fulgrim on the right without leaving a trace. With a bright smile, he greeted Guilliman: "I hope you and

Father’s conversation went quite smoothly, haha, we just arrived!”

"right?"

He looked at Angron. The latter raised his hand unnaturally, scratched his head, and then looked away: "Well. We just - just arrived."

"Right, if you don't believe me, you can ask Fulgen. You know, he won't lie."

Fulgrim lowered his head, as if he wanted to see how much dust there was on the ground of the temporary command post.

Guilliman sighed, but said nothing. He stepped forward and gave Sanguinius a heavy hug amid the Emperor's smile.

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Will update more tomorrow