Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Chapter 254 245. Blue, Red and Blue

Outside the castle, the honor guard still played hymns, and the red and blue oceans flowed slowly.

Magnus felt very happy.

Teaching and seeking knowledge are both virtues. The former uses itself as a guide to lead the latter to pursue hope.

The sun has always existed and burned brightly. As a person who has witnessed the light, Magnus has vowed countless times to lead humans out of the cave of ignorance.

Humans should live under the sun, not in the long and dark old world.

But the wise are always lonely. Even among brothers, few people can truly understand Magnus's passion.

Superstitious barbarians, tough arrogant people, dull and ignorant people.

Perhaps the latter can still be saved. After all, not everyone is born with the sharp eyes to observe and understand the fantastic subspace.

So Magnus answered Guilliman's questions with his kindness, understanding and patience.

The two Primarchs were slowly moving among the guards of honor of the crowd, surrounded by their children. The weather was good and the sun shone on their exquisite armor.

Generally speaking, the Scarlet Lord Magnus would not have too many exchanges with Robert Guilliman.

Except for the wise Khan or the omniscient Perturabo, Magnus had always kept a deliberate distance from his brothers. They did not understand the world that Magnus saw, and they lacked some flashes of psychic power.

Yes, Magnus was a unique existence. Among his brothers, only he had the power of psychic power. His father had promised him his uniqueness. He was unique.

Perhaps the angel Sanguinius also knew a little about the use of psychic power, but that was only a superficial exploration. Sanguinius lacked the necessary curiosity, and the lack of motivation made it difficult for him to go deeper.

At any time, a burning heart of knowledge was obviously necessary and necessary.

Magnus would not refuse humble and measured seekers of knowledge. It was their right to acquire knowledge.

Magnus would not refuse-

even if it was Guilliman, who had no psychic flash at all.

Understanding psychic energy requires passion, imagination, and intellectual wealth, but Robert Guilliman is the opposite of these qualities.

Guilliman, the father of the Ultramarines and the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds, lacks some necessary sensibility. He is a politician, a man who fights with tables. Such a person is naturally not suitable for the warp.

Even if Guilliman is his brother, Magnus can only sigh helplessly. They are destined to be strangers.

But on the way to the banquet, Guilliman stopped Magnus with his politician's smile. Just when Magnus thought Guilliman was going to talk about some meaningless empty words, Guilliman consulted him about psychic matters.

It should be stated in advance that Magnus does not agree with Guilliman's daily style. Guilliman is an ambitious guy. While other legions are bleeding for the empire, he has invested himself and the power of the legion in the construction of the Five Hundred Worlds. This is an arrogance that cannot be ignored.

He was naturally unwilling to talk to politicians. Even though Lord Macragge was well-read, Magnus did not believe that a man who fought wars with an abacus could read much passion from books.

But Guilliman asked him about psychic power, and his well-timed questions were like snakes spitting out their cores at Magnus, hissing, making the Scarlet Lord itch.

"My brother, Magnus, you are the one who knows the existence of the Warp best among us. I wonder if you are interested in answering some of my confusions?"

Sometimes, the desire to teach is more unbearable than the desire to learn.

It sounds like his brother wants to make some reforms to the think tank of the Ultramarines, but Lord Macragge knows nothing about the Warp. He needs knowledge and a teacher who can answer his questions - and who knows more about psychic power and the Warp than the Scarlet Lord Magnus?

Unless it is their father, he will not find a more suitable candidate than Magnus.

Magnus patiently answered Guilliman's questions. Some of them might be too naive, but for someone who was not even a beginner, these questions were profound enough.

Attending this banquet was a correct decision. After walking through the long guard of honor, they could sit in the spacious hall and continue talking. Even if Guilliman had no talent, Magnus was willing to show him the beauty of psychic energy.

Seeing the two Primarchs talking happily, Ahriman, who was following Magnus, breathed a sigh of relief without leaving a trace, and he didn't even know why he did it.

In fact, before the departure of this banquet, his guardian spirits seemed a little anxious. Peok's originally shining wings became dim, and Hathormat shrank into a corner of the cabin, shivering.

Under the leadership of the Scarlet Lord Magnus, the Thousand Sons who were familiar with psychic energy could have their own guardian spirits. These small creatures were completely made of psychic energy. Ahriman once thought that they were angels.

His little angels, when Ahriman needed them, would appear, like schools of fish in the sky, emitting sparkling light, like eagles carved out of several small suns.

Later, in the discussion of scholars, the word "angel", which has a special religious meaning, was eliminated, and only ignorant people would use words like "angel" or "demon".

Even if they are not angels, they are beautiful enough.

But now his guardian spirit began to get anxious. Ahriman knew what this meant, a bad luck, a failure, what did his guardian spirit want to remind him?

In any case, he would be cautious about everything that might happen at the banquet next.

Compared to his father, Ahriman was obviously more worried.

Something was going to happen, and he knew nothing about it.

The servant bowed, the door slowly opened, and the two primarchs stepped through the door. At this point, the guests for this banquet had arrived.

Hades skillfully put down his fork and stood up to salute, but when he saw the visitor, the corner of his right eye jumped suddenly.

The first to come in was the Lord of Macragge, the father of the 13th Legion Ultramarines, Robert Guilliman.

The luxurious royal blue silk shone against the firelight, and there was a emerald olive leaf laurel crown on his short golden hair. Guilliman was smiling, a smile without any flaws. He looked like a wise monarch from ancient times, or an idealist who did not exist on the campaign posters.

But most importantly, he looked like a perfect normal person.

A, normal person.

Hades would never admit that he cursed in his heart for a short while why he didn't land on Macragge.

Then Robert Guilliman smiled and looked back. The person behind him was——

Magnus!

Hades paused for a few seconds, and in these few seconds, he seemed to have seen thousands of tragic fates.

He slowly and desperately realized that today's banquet seemed to be a mistake.

Hades' eyes moved, watching the angel who still knew nothing pull up Mortarion and go to welcome his two brothers.

It seems that the only good news is that if they fight, the angel can control everyone by force.

Yes, code.