Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

"My lord said that Calgar brought him a gift." Sicarius organized his vocabulary before speaking, "I want to ask, Phikris, do you know what the gift is?"

Felix shook his head with a trace of bewilderment on his resolute broad face.

"What kind of gift? I've never heard grown-ups talk about it."

Sicarius observed Pheklis' expression, captured every trace of his expression, and made sure that the other party was not lying.

The two had been together for decades, and Sicarius knew Phikris very well.

Phikles is a straight person who has a hard time hiding what's on his mind.

That is to say, this guy has no city, and basically puts his emotions on his face.

From the way he looked, it was obvious that even he didn't know about it.

It seems that this matter is highly confidential.

Even himself and Phikles didn't know.

Sicarius realized that there was no answer, and he didn't intend to waste any more time.

Leaving Phikris with a confused look on his face, he turned and left.

When Sicarius walked away, Phikris turned to look at the members of the Glory Guard.

"You said, should we also give gifts?? Maybe the adults want someone to give him gifts? After all, he lived 10,000 years ago. I know from some books."

"When the Primarch was in the Great Crusade, his mother would still accompany him on his birthday and give him gifts. Maybe the Emperor at that time would also give him gifts."

"Now the Emperor has not moved for ten thousand years, and the Primarch's mother has long since left this world, so no one has given him a gift. Calgar will be very happy to give him a gift."

Phiklis, who was wearing power armor, had a serious tone and spoke seriously.

The members of the Glory Guard wearing Terminator power armor turned their heads to look at Phikris who was speaking, and a big invisible question mark appeared on his head.

Send a Gift? ?

To the Primarch? ?

Birthday? ?

This question is really a bit out of line for their big and rough brains.

Fighting green skins, doing chaos, killing traitors, this is very good.

Giving gifts for birthdays is a cognitive blind spot.

"Perhaps, you should ask Reddy. She is the Primarch's economic advisor. She has been wandering between the border worlds of the Empire and the bureaucrats of the Empire all year round. She is also an ordinary mortal. She may know these things."

Said the honor guard member.

"It makes sense." Phikris nodded, agreeing to the proposal.

Realizing who he should go to, Pheklis puts the others on hold.

Go to the bar on the Glory of Macragge by yourself and find Reddy.

The Macragge's Glory of the Queen of Glory class battleship is more than twenty kilometers long, it can be said to be a mobile space city.

There are a large number of crew members, ordinary soldiers, mechanical priests, titan knights, and servants, etc.

In addition to combat units, there are also recorders in the field of culture, artists, composers, and state priests.

The expedition launched by Guilliman was not only a war, but also a grand movement to reform the human empire.

The most important point of reform is to change human beings from the root of their thinking.

Let human beings regain their previous self-confidence.

For this reason, Guilliman can only bring these artists, composers, etc., and let them replace him to preach his ideas in every world, and let the people cooperate with the imperial team to transform the world.

Public opinion is really important.

A lie told a thousand times, someone will always believe it to be true.

Guilliman must ensure that the initiative of public opinion is in his own hands, and he must stand on the moral high ground, so that he can advance and retreat freely in the face of the imperial bureaucracy.

There are also those recorders, whose role cannot be underestimated.

Responsible for recording everything and writing the complete history of the empire.

History is a useful thing.

One can learn a lot from history so that races don't fall into the same trap again.

There are more of these ordinary people, so naturally we need a place to relax

In a dull journey, a simple bar where you can drink is undoubtedly the most relaxing place.

The bar was packed with people as usual.

In addition to those recorders, poets, artists, and composers, the rotating crew and soldiers also gathered here, hoping to get a little time to relax.

Some of the people here are listening to stories, and some are watching performances. There are also some who enjoy dirty orgies in dark corners.

Everyone is chattering.

Men and women occupied every table, mostly playing cards, and some of the more enthusiastic ones, giving impassioned speeches.

An Anglican priest preached the Emperor's deeds in a corner of the bar.

"The emperor said that there is light for my people to survive, so there is light in the dark universe."

"The mighty power of the emperor is unimaginable. He loves every human being deeply. Even though he suffered for human beings, he never gave up on this."

"The regiments in Natal are really awesome. They have won the most victories so far."

"It is said that a young man named Hawke charged back with the double eagle flag when the whole line collapsed, and pulled back the defeat abruptly. It sounds awesome."

Several men and women who looked like soldiers were playing cards while talking about the news they had heard.

"The new economic model should be more in the hands of the empire, rather than the hands of individual families."

"How long do you think it will take the Primarch to fight this battle??"

Rui Di is also in the bar. Her unique wildness and rebellious temperament have attracted the attention of many opposite sexes.

She was one of Guilliman's many advisors.

It belongs to the field of economy, and is responsible for researching a set of systematic economic operation methods to help the Primarch control the economy of the empire.

"Can I invite you to dance?" A well-groomed, well-dressed man came over and asked in a gentlemanly tone.

Reddy took a sip of the wine in the wine glass, and then poured the rest of the wine on the other's well-combed and meticulous hair.

"Don't waste my time anymore, I'm not interested in idiots like you. Find a bitch who likes your poor little bug."

The red wine flowed from the opponent's head, and the opponent's expression quickly changed from astonishment to anger, and his face flushed all of a sudden.

"You humiliated me, woman. My name is Pallhor Dorje. I am the sixth marquis of the Dorje family. Apologize to me, otherwise you will pay the price."

Reddy spat on the ground contemptuously, "I refuse to apologize to the idiot."

"Go to hell, Bichi." The man waved his hands angrily.

But his slap failed to fall, and he was caught.

A huge black shadow enveloped him.

The quarrel here has attracted the attention of many people.

Originally, some of them were booing, but now they all kept quiet.

The two bartenders turned pale with fright and dared not speak.

Pallhor Dorje turned his head to look, and found a Primaris space warrior wearing steel armor standing behind him.

It was the opponent who blocked him from doing it to Reddy.

"Master Feifei Chris." The man was a little slurred because of his fear.

"Bullying women is not a good skill." Phikris's voice was very low and full of oppression.

He let go of the man's slender hand, which would be torn off with a little force, and let the man retreat into the crowd.

"I need your help, Reddy," Phikles said.

"It's an honor, Phikris, thank you for your help." Reddy smiled.

"I'm trying to save him. Your body has been strengthened, and if you do it, it will hurt him. I don't think your lordship wants any hurtful scandal with his economic adviser." Phiks said.

When the man on the side heard this, his face flushed even more.

Being rescued from a woman by a Primaris Space Marine is certainly a huge laughing stock.

But Reddy and Phikles ignored him and walked out of the bar.

In the corridor outside the bar.

"I've got a problem," Pheklis said.

"What's the problem?" Reddy asked.

"The Primarch is getting ready for his birthday."

Reddy:? ? ? ?