Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 584 Isn’t it reasonable for a perfect city to be in Macragge-

"We have to find a way."

When Julius said this, he clapped his hands. The secret keeper with thin gold chains hanging from his horns gracefully stepped out of the void with his hooves, wearing a rather politically correct androgynous figure. The waiter in 100% serious attire held a tray and served a drink to each of them. A drink is served in a cup with a skull symbol, and then he or she bows slightly to the guest who still uses the appearance of "Robert Guilliman" but is somewhat less loyal and has different details, and then returns. into the gap in the void and disappeared peacefully.

Varro Tigris has learned in the last four days to remain calm in any changes that come before the newest ruler - because like Otan Cassius, he will angrily "question" or like Agyman. Those who "protest" will be "gently" pulled behind the curtain by the "gentle" emergents to "receive in-depth heart-to-heart talks."

What about the spots they vacated? No one ever questions this? What would the junior officers and soldiers think? Won't it cause turmoil or other problems?

The answer is that Diglis would vaguely see some situations at their respective posts that made him shudder: Because all senior officers cannot collectively "claim illness" at the same time, what the think tank's spiritual vision saw was that some people wearing masks The inanimate beings wearing their appearance are conscientiously completing their daily tasks for the people who were taken away - martial arts training, leading troops, reviewing documents, patrolling, receiving visitors...

So you see, when you were on Calgar you would repeatedly grab anyone you could and mutter to him in disbelief "What on earth are we fighting for?!" and thus be dragged into his own chambers in the name of being "summoned by the Primarch" After that; and now Cato Sika, who can’t even speak easily At the critical moment when Lucius had to be tied up in the treatment warehouse and undergo chemical and brainwashing treatment for at least twelve weeks, there had to be a sane person who understood all the causes and consequences to step forward and save the Kingdom of Macragge. This basket of stalls was at least supported by papering.

——Otherwise, at this speed and efficiency of replacing senior officers, it won’t be long before this place will turn from an imperial paradise where the people live and work in peace and contentment, and the warriors are full of courage and glory, to a crazy and perfect city of demons and fallen primarchs. . Diglis had no doubt of this.

Not to mention the internal and external troubles that are always eyeing up and trying to bite off pieces of fat from the beautiful and rich Ultramar sector.

It is a fact that everyone knows is that the temptation to break away from the five hundred worlds and claim a planet or a system as a private kingdom has been in the minds of the planetary governors of many worlds in Ultramar since thousands of years ago. Some kind of dream that comes from the same origin usually lingers.

At this moment, he judged that the true situation of Macragge and the Ultramarines must not be allowed to leak to the outside world, let alone show any signs of fatigue. On the contrary, they, Macragge and the Ultramarines, still need to Appearing more confident, stronger and calmer than ever. Because what he has observed so far is that both Julius and Konrad Coates seem to be within the "sane" category, and the administrative affairs and other work in the past four days have been running very well. Er was not pulled down because of secret personnel changes.

In other words, the current situation is that he can still consider dealing with it instead of desperately turning himself into a large psychic bomb and shouting long live the worst-case scenario of the God Emperor. This is why Diglis did not rush up and explode with the opponent. This is one of the reasons why you should insist on attending such meetings as much as possible, which may seem peaceful but can actually be very dangerous.

Julius was noncommittal about the active request of the chief think tank. However, when Diglis just sat down, he also received a message data board distributed to him. It said that members of multiple Space Marine Chapters and even the original Chapter were being dispatched. Ships came to Macragge to verify with their own eyes whether the resurrection of the Ultramarines Primarch was true and whether Guilliman had any news about their father, including even Salamander and White Scar's ships.

In view of the hellish difficulty and mortality rate of sailing in the subspace after the emergence of the Great Rift, Diglis privately believes that this is also the best reason for these brothers or cousins' ships to enter and dock at Macragge Port. They must They also suffered considerable losses. The stable and rich supply of resources around Ultramar, especially Macragge, was urgently needed by everyone.

Now only his crumbling reason and body can support him to deal with these two powerful men alone, and then find a way to save Macragg, his beloved hometown, chapter and master, which makes the soul and spirit of the Chief Thinker One becomes both fragile and extremely strong, like a dazzling diamond transformed from dark graphite under heavy pressure.

The breeze blowing from the distant bay towards the fortress brought them the moist water vapor from the ocean and the fireworks smell of abundant fruits, vegetables and food in the city. Without the original body and horse sitting in the shrine of the solemn temple, Lord of Kurag, the lives of mortals are still going on peacefully driven by the inertia of a certain order, and the atmosphere is leisurely - except for the excess spiritual energy that is about to overflow from the staff placed next to the chief think tank, showing his inner heart In fact, he is not as calm as he appears.

The old man next to Julius, who had been closing his eyes to meditate, stretched out his hand in the air and "smeared" the skull of a certain psychic race that was the main generator on the top of Tigris's staff, and then the overflowing madness The energy obediently returns to the internal circulation loop and continues to decrease.

Diglis thanked the former imperial prime minister who had returned from the dead with very complicated feelings, and the other party nodded slightly.

The think tank's face still looked the same as before, looking particularly pale, thin and elegant among the Astartes crowd. He also took a deep look at the several participants beside him, pursed his lips, I clinked the drink glasses politely. Everything was peaceful. It was like an ordinary, semi-chat administrative meeting on an ordinary sunny afternoon.

For some obvious reason, the hostess of the Death Army was not invited to this meeting. Efreni, the clowns who mourned at midnight, and the Eldar who arrived after Eldrad were currently staying in the guest house of Hera Fortress.

Although some people may also think that this is because Julius has inherited the view that humans do not believe in the Eldar anyway, but as for Digris, he will say that this person has successfully planned an entire ceremony and Let yourself be like those inanimate beings who took the posts of senior military officers, "replacing" the position of the father of genes - luckily they thought he was the saint of the father of genes before! But there was no way the great and loyal Robert Guilliman would come so close to dividing the Imperium, making peace with the aliens, playing with blasphemies and driving the inanimate! ——The reason why the powerful Astartes think tanks or wizards do not invite each other may be because they do not regard the Eldar as a threat.

Of course, Julius himself had never said or expressed this on any occasion, but Diglis could feel his subtle indifference that "the other party sees me as mon-keigh, and I should see the other party as such." Words of feeling.

Now, there are enough Ultramarines who fell in the attack on the Sovereign Temple, and they all need treatment or recuperation. And the reinforcements that may be on their side, the Living Saints, the Inquisitors, and the Black Templars all also Diglis suddenly disappeared, and Diglis is now the only representative of the original war group here.

As for the group of Gray Knights - they were completely contrary to the righteous, pure, demonic executioners who would never fall, which Diglis had vaguely heard about.

This group of people wears the most sacred and chaste armor and plays the most varied demonic witchcraft!

These people are absolutely heretical and have created a psionic gestalt or similar internal purely psionic network!

The chief think tank swore that all of these Gray Knights were definitely advanced psykers and demon masters. Their weapons were all equipped with biochemical psionic rectifiers, and each of them was a warrior who had received Terminator armor-piercing training. It can be seen from this that Aspen They absolutely didn't abide by a single word of the rules of the Tate Scripture except for the number of people! Complete heresy!

Of course, the above are the fierce inner struggles and refutations of the chief think tank, but it is undeniable that in the past four days, except for the heretical behaviors mentioned above, everything in the Kingdom of Macragge has been good and operating normally, and there has been no intrusion of chaos at all. Signs – It could also be that the ecological niche has been occupied.

The Eighth Primordial squinted his eyes and glanced at the plain white porcelain cup in front of him. His keen sense of smell told him that it was filled with the seeds that had recently been successfully cultivated on a large scale in his new world, Thessaguarsa. Acerola \u0026 Peach Juice and Midnight Serenity Tea.

"What can you do? Don't tell me that you haven't planned for the next series of actions - Macragge Parade, Luna, Webway, Terra - by the way, how do you plan to deal with the Palace Throne? The group of golden pets in front of the hall that he likes very much, and then pass their so-called verification, and then go inside? What if there are still others in the world? If someone would defend our old man wholeheartedly, they should be counted. Therefore, it is impossible for the Imperial Army to let you pass in private, and it is impossible for them to cover up for you after discovering anything wrong - here, Macragge. The old man’s strength is completely different from that on Terra, and you should know this very well.”

"Really?" Julius just smiled at this question, but obviously he didn't think it was a problem.

"The throne room cannot be said to be impeccable, and it is not that no one has entered or exited it in the past ten thousand years. Because no one has entered the throne room, so no one knows the situation on the throne is a false proposition."

Conrad Coates blinked.

Julius thoughtfully understood the silent question that his eighth uncle had not asked and explained it.

“Because the Golden Throne and its stasis stand were a piece of equipment that was not built with the thought that it would be used for a long time, and was started without instructions and operated for ten thousand years, it would definitely require a lot more than the designed amount. Not to mention regular maintenance, even if the Church of the Mechanicus regularly sends a group of absolutely trustworthy technical priests to work there until death, but think about those Chapter holy relics that are constantly being consumed in battles but seem to be inexhaustible. Woolen cloth."

"What happened to the Chapter's holy relics? Speaking of which, from the scale of the entire galaxy, the number of Chapter's holy relics does seem to be a bit too much."

Please...you...collect_6_9_书_Bar (Six//Nine//Books//Bar)

"Because many of those Chapter sacred objects were produced in the throne room. Whether they are placed beside the throne, on the armrest of the throne, or on his lap, the price and the location of the safe are different. There are also breakdowns of those placed for one month, three Months or half a year, these holy objects serve as serious rewards and combat equipment. There are traces of the time and place where he was tainted with the aura of the Holy Emperor, so who thinks that the throne room is rarely visited or that it is quiet and mysterious? I don't believe that sacred objects and other things are placed in and out so frequently. No. People will go and dust the throne and those who sit on it every day.”

Konrad Coates almost laughed out loud, "They don't have the Sisters of Silence left in the palace now! So, these things are either done by those mechanical priests, or they put half a company inside to prepare to do it until Dead medical care, or being wiped by the hands of those golden pets that our biological father once loved most! Ah, thank you for providing this picture, Julius, I think I will spend the rest of the day! It would be a great pleasure to watch this possibility!”

"I'm glad you like this idea." The other party replied politely, but he also said it with the face and body of "Robert Guilliman". In the past, he would be judged as "hypocritical" and "hypocritical" "Noble", such Julius seemed not to annoy the Eighth Primarch opposite him at all, "Let's go back to the beginning, we have to find a way."

"Didn't I just say it all? It's too difficult for you to pass through the Custodes like the real Guilliman. My opinion is, it's better for me to follow you. My current body can be dressed up as an ordinary Ah Stater followed, and when I got to the throne room door, I jumped into a rage, knocked over the guard, took out the key, and you just go in. I will then close the door, and it depends on how long it takes for them to open it. How much protection have they put on it in ten thousand years?"

Speaking of this, Konrad Coates chuckled, "I am still very confident in the authority of the Primarch for the palace gate - after all, things like gene locks are not a difficult problem for us."

"But the body you are using now is not the same body as before, my dear uncle." Julius picked up the Reca coffee and took a calm sip. "Camouflage is a good idea, but you can't simulate enough genes with the current body."

"...Hmph!!!!" The pale Eighth Primarch snorted angrily, and then just when Diglis thought he was going to start a killing spree, he sat back down and crossed his legs.

"Then tell me, what solution do you want?"

"I think." The Chosen One blinked his blue eyes, "If we can find the body of a certain original body..."