Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 507 A Primarch returns to his loyal home of Macragge -

When Manius Calga returned again and requested an audience with "the One" who now resided in his residence, his mood had changed.

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There is no doubt that, at least for the early rude actions of "his" children out of anger, hatred, panic or other emotional fluctuations, this "double", "saint" or "incarnation" of their father "They all forgiven these words and deeds one by one, and even told them that they did not need to make a big deal to find the missing part of him first, but let them focus on restoring the normal order of Macragge and Ultramar, and confirming his personal identity, elimination of suspicious persons in the fortress and other important matters.

"These are unusual times and there is no need to worry that I will be offended."

When the man who looked exactly like their father said this to him while sitting in Calgar's room, which was actually strictly guarded by courtesy, his voice was not as full of fanatical passion or enthusiasm as that of an Anglican missionary or a brother priest. It is full of bewitching and inciting nature, very gentle, like spring breeze turning into rain, but also like earnest instruction.

"Gold must withstand the test of fire. It makes no difference to me whether my identity is confirmed earlier or later, but to others, the differences it brings may be a world of difference. So, Do what you should do."

Emotions such as piety, shame, guilt, helplessness, etc. shrouded Calgar's face that seemed to always be energetic, strong, and confident, which rarely made the High Lord Macragge show a little fatigue.

But this is indeed a helpless move.

Calgar believed that the reason his father's incarnation allowed them to determine his identity and rectify Macragge's actions was because he himself was the source of precision, rationality, calmness and order for the Ultramarines for ten thousand years.

This self-proclaimed "Julius" incarnation was "left by them" from their genetic father, so obviously his forgiveness and understanding for this came from the gifts he originally gave to his descendants. one.

The giver will only have a deeper understanding of the gift, and he will treat them with the kindness of a commander looking at his recruits, and the kindness of a father looking at his son.

This attitude of tolerating them out of understanding was completely consistent with the feeling that all the Ultramarines who had knelt down and looked at their father's dead face for nine thousand years imagined that Robert Guilliman would make them feel - except for Yu Lius's body shape and his face looked slightly more aged than when he was sitting in a stagnant position, but perhaps this was just a normal difference between when the same person woke up and when he was in a coma.

The Chief Pharmacist, the Lord of Holiness, and the Forging Master, who had to temporarily conceal the news of his appearance, or almost collapse with guilt, repeatedly tested the purity of his body and mind in the most stringent way.

Regarding these repeated and rigorous tests, Helix's report was full of overflowing emotions and a sense of collapse. The master pharmacist claimed that every hair and drop of blood in Lord Julius's body was without subspace. He had never seen such a pure creature with traces of contamination. Every time the needle and sampler were inserted into his body again due to the need for repeated verification, "I felt that I had committed a boundless sin", "I have already I can't bear to do any more senseless harm to him and make him bleed. When will this torture on my soul and conscience end? "I beg you.

And Otan Cassius's report is more like a confession book. Calgar even doubts that if Otan Cassius and Lord Julius continue to debate the interpretation of the Book of Holy Words, the Ultramarines will fight. The regiment may be about to lose their most respected and holy Lord - every line of Cassius's words shows a kind of admiration and the urge to run back to the Death Watch to atone for sins. "The understanding of the Holy Word is like a clear sky at first hearing." Thunderbolt, but thinking about it makes me sweat - we are already walking on such a precipice of deviation from the right path! The return of the incarnation of the father of genes is to save our precarious faith and soul!"

Of course, as a person involved, Calgar had no doubts about the authenticity of his father’s living saint whom he personally held tightly and dragged back. However, despite all the similarities and admiration, there is still a threshold that cannot be crossed: after all, the incarnation of the saint is not a gene. The Primarch himself, Calgar and the Ultramarines must convince others to fully identify with the Saint in order to best protect him.

The resurrection of a Primarch himself is one thing, but the resurrection of an incarnation of the Primarch is quite another.

Calgar did not want to reignite civil strife in the turbulent empire, and the cryptic advice of the erudite and thoughtful Tigris also reminded him that if he could not produce concrete evidence, Lord Julius would be killed by the Holy Terra, Mars and Saturn. If the party "admits" it, it is very likely that something will happen next.

Although they are ultramarines full of courage and glory, the unyielding sons of Guilliman, they are not afraid of war and will definitely win, but as the parent group commanders of many chapters in the Ultramar sector and the galaxy , he must care about the resolution of the High Lords Council from Terra and the views of the Inquisition - if he doesn't care, even if Calgar does not want to do this, there is a risk that the Badab War will happen again due to other factors. story.

As a highly qualified Chapter Master and an administrative bureaucrat, Calgar is very aware of how fragile trust, balance and internal peace are in the current Empire. Every force is eyeing it, trying to eat other departments to strengthen its own authority. Although Luft Huron's betrayal was despicable, Calgar would not let his cherished father and the warband fall into such a difficult situation. That was why he had to ask his father's incarnation saint to condescend and accommodate their willfulness. The children have been verified and tested again and again.

And his reliable old friend Tigris, although he personally helped him bring back Lord Julius, is still not afraid to use the greatest suspicion and malice to question and test his father's incarnation. As mentioned in the report of Otan Cassius All kinds of tests are set by the two of them.

Otan Cassius had been reporting to him during the process, and the only intact eye of this old warrior, who was almost entirely composed of scars and machines, was filled with tears.

"Blessed are we, blessed are the empire! Calga! Our father has returned to us again! The severe tests we have endured are as easy as eating and drinking water for Lord Julius. Calga, you Have you ever seen that living miracle! The burning flames ignited by the holy promethium pyre can't damage his body in the slightest! The pressure of the huge stone can't even bend his back. The cold wind and snow could not sweep away the warmth of his palms, nor could the sharp ice and stones cut the toes of his feet. The water of streams, lakes and seas made way for him, and birds and beasts came out of the dense forest to listen to his holy words and sing to him. Chaos! The pollution disappeared in front of him, and the demon screamed and fled. His glory was turned into powder! He held the Book of Holy Words and his former sword in his hands throughout, and the white-gold light shone like a laurel crown on his forehead! Walking on the ground, like walking in a holy palace! Who else could he be! I tell you nothing could be more holy than this! What miracles the Primarch can do for us!"

Although he also witnessed the miracle of Lord Julius in the second half of the journey and was deeply shaken by it, Calgar insisted that they must do everything they could, and even if Lord Julius blamed him for it afterwards, he I will also shoulder the responsibility.

To this day, Tigris and Maxim’s final joint report shows that “No evil aliens, heretics, or implants, magic circles, curse seals, or similar spiritual objects imposed by inanimate beings have been detected on Lord Julius.” His physical structure is somewhat similar to that of the Astartes, but there is no doubt that he is far stronger than us today."

Tigris even rarely used words like "I opened my eyes that do not belong to this world, but I could not see through some of the glorious parts of his body." However, he also said, "My recently manic mind is now extremely peaceful. The pollution and scars suffered in the battle in the Supreme Heaven have been healed. It is incredible, extremely powerful, and extremely beautiful. I did not know that our father had such a spiritual influence. Perhaps this was the key to our victory thousands of years ago. one."

There are no more tests and tests than they can do, and if the Inquisition or their... assistants want to question the determination of an honorable chapter like the Ultramarines to defend the incarnation of the Gene Father, then it will have to...

One of the greatest Chapter Masters in the history of the Ultramarines took a deep breath, and walked into his room with the report in hand along with his emotions of excitement, respect, admiration, and love.

The person sitting at the desk under the window turned sideways towards him. Macragge's afternoon sunlight poured in from the west window, illuminating Julius' blond hair that was slightly mixed with silver, and the slightly shining hair on his blond hair. Laurel wreaths and sea-blue eyes illuminated by the sun.

It looked like he had just been reading and writing something here, with a quill still stained with ink.

"Here you come, Maneus."

"Yes, sir." Calga felt the skin on his throat tighten, and he tried to stay calm, "I'm here to report news to you."

He saw his father's avatar nod and even make a small joke. "Then I hope there is only good news and no bad news, Maneus, we need some good news so much now."

"The good news is... welcome... you back." The high lord of Macragge knelt down on one knee, clenched his hand into a fist, placed it on the breastplate above his heart, and welcomed the incarnation of his father with the most solemn and sincere etiquette. Return. His good eye was moist. "We...have been waiting for you for too long...for too long!"

The person opposite him gave him a broad smile to comfort him.

"...Yes. It's been a long time. It's really been a long time. Calgar, I'm here to help you get through this, so don't worry, I'm here and I'll make... 'Robert Guilliman'" Return to your original posture, but it’s not the time yet, but don’t worry,” Julius repeated, “I’m here.”

Manius Calga stood up, as if some invisible and heavy burden had been lifted off his body, "Why do you say that? Sir? Don't you care about the part you have lost?"

"That's not the case, that's...a very important part." A smile appeared on the corner of Julius's mouth again, "But now, 'I' have more important things to do, focus on the present, Maneus, is it possible?" Didn't Tigris warn you that something big was going to happen?"

"He did not sleep well before and always had nightmares," Calgar shook his head, "but since you woke up, he said that his condition has improved a lot. - Besides, what big thing can surpass your recovery? ... Father?"

"Just call me Julius."

The blue eyes met Calgar's warm blue-gray eyes. The latter shook his body and immediately reacted, "Sorry, Lord Julius, I...may be a little too excited, this shouldn't be."

"This is a normal performance." The man with Robert Guilliman's face said gently, "Let's hurry up and do business, Calgar."

"What do you mean...?"

"First, Macragge's statistical reports and the latest import and export trade data and..."

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Until the silver moon and the night replaced the sunset and the sunset, the Lord of Macragge left Julius's residence with a head full of plans, revised statistics, documents and other work.

Macragge's second phase reconstruction plan, fleet redistribution, personnel arrangements...

His hurried back fell into the black eyes that had been watching him by the window.

"You are such an interesting guy..." Konrad Curze swaggered to Julius who was working at his desk with a quill under the light. "You are so brave. You are just an Astartes who has undergone transformation surgery, but you dare to use your psychic power to fool them? Take over Macragge and the Ultramarines?! Ha! Except for that overconfident Magnus, I haven't seen such a bold and powerful wizard in many years..."

"Really? That's how you see him?"

"Isn't it? Magnus is really a..."

The Primarch of the Night Lords suddenly closed his mouth. His face, which was originally slightly sarcastic, twisted with muscles. His figure with loose black hair became weird like a thin ghost. The long claws lit up with a cold blue light. His black eyes shone dangerously and viciously, and then seemed to disappear completely into the air.

The deadly claws pierced Julius, who seemed to be still unaware, from behind the curtain in a blind spot of human vision.

"Although strictly speaking, you are my uncle."

Julius Robert Omar, the only disciple of Utherma Atla, also known as Magnus, used his platinum-golden psychic power to block the stabbing claws like an amber blade, turned his head and said to him with a smile.

"But such a greeting gift is too enthusiastic, I really can't afford it, but you."

He glanced at the to-do list written on the document.

"Mr. Kant Cratch, honorary citizen of Macragge, welcome to our place. Come to... loyal Macragge."

Konrad Curze snorted coldly, retracted his claws, and then sneered.