mtl008 Chapter 422: Macragge's Second Empire
Chapter 422: Macragge's Second Empire
Guilliman stood there in a daze as he looked at the crystal handed to him by Calgar. He imagined countless scenes of meeting Lin Heng, but he did not expect that the other party did not come at all.
"Is he..he still alive?"
In response to his father's questions, Calga nodded like a child and nudged Digris with his elbow, signaling him to speak.
"Your Highness, you can rest assured. Lin Heng is not only alive now, but his strength is beyond your imagination."
When Guilliman heard this, he began to recall that the closest time he had been to the enemy was on Rus's ship. The enemy seemed to have caused a bloody storm in Comoros, but according to Rus, it only took three swords to cut it in half.
Now Digris, the first think tank, has praised the other party's strength. It seems that the other party has gone through a lot of hardships during the time he disappeared.
Father, are you sure this is a good thing for him? Without you by his side to guide him, won't his mind be distorted by some existence?
"Okay, what is this thing?"
Guilliman thought silently, then stretched out his hand to take the crystal.
"I can't say. This thing is so mysterious that even I can't figure it out. He said that only you can..."
Before Digris could finish his words, a screen of light flashed by the moment Guilliman touched the crystal. By the time he regained consciousness, Calga and Digris in front of him had disappeared.
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"what!"
As the Regent, he was nominally in charge of the internal affairs of the Empire, but Guilliman's first identity was still the Primarch. Although the psychic changes gave him a headache, his fighting instinct had already made him pull the sword out of his body with a clang.
The emperor's sword containing great power lit up out of thin air, and it was the holy flame that burned away all evil and brought him warmth that gave him peace of mind.
But before he could figure out what was going on and before he could see clearly what was around him, the sudden cheers made his blood freeze. Guilliman stood there as if he had heard some terrible voice.
The square was still the same square, but the light and shadow seemed to have become more brilliant...the sound, especially the sound, the surging cheers pushed him, surrounded him, and even called him.
It was clearly the roar of cheers, the shouts of tens of thousands of people, and the excitement of the crowd, but to Robert Guilliman, it was even more horrifying than hearing the evil god's mumbling.
He turned around in panic. The huge crowd was so eye-catching that his hands were shaking a little. He couldn't even hold the Sword of the Emperor. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but the flames that wiped out all the evil seemed a little hot.
"Father...Father...Dear..."
His voice was trembling, and so was his arm. "镪"... The Sword of the Emperor fell from his hand and the tip of the sword sank directly into the floor. Guilliman had difficulty breathing, and as he retreated in panic, he bumped into someone else with a "bang".
"Guilliman, is this really the right thing to do? I mean, the Warmaster's responsibility..."
That voice brought tears to Guilliman's eyes, and the sadness at that moment rose in his chest. He had thousands of words to say to the other party, but... now he felt more suffocated.
"Leon...Brother..."
He was wearing black and gold power armor, had yellow hair as majestic as a lion, his brows were furrowed with some calculation, and his lush beard increased his majesty.
Lion King vs. Curze Batman
Guilliman wanted to hug the other person, he wanted to take a good look at the other person from ten thousand years ago, his elder brother, Lion El'Jonson, the Primarch of the First Legion... but... he was retreating again.
"Guilliman, brother, what are you thinking about?"
The retreat was blocked again. A gentle voice caressed Guilliman's trembling heart. The hand on his shoulder was so gentle, but the power it conveyed made him feel extremely at ease.
"Sanguinius...you."
Guilliman turned his head sharply, his steps began to stagger. Under that smile as warm as the rising sun was such a noble and sincere heart...
The gold and red power armor is so eye-catching, but the pair of angel wings are even more attractive to attract people to worship Sanguinius, the Primarch of the 9th Legion.
perfect
“You guys! You guys…”
Guilliman felt dizzy and seemed about to faint. He could not help but want to kneel down. He did not dare to look around anymore. The shouts of hundreds of thousands of soldiers from the three legions were almost making him collapse.
He had forgotten this history. No, it had completely rotted in his heart. There was not a single record of this matter in the Great Library of Macragge, except for himself...except for the awakened Leon.
"Leon..brother..me."
"What are you hesitating about? Didn't I agree to accept the position of commander?"
"Oh no.. Sanguinius..."
"Guilliman, is our decision really the right one?"
"This... this is all in the past... this... I... I am doing this for the empire... No... I am not... this is not right... this situation is not right!"
Guilliman seemed to have made up his mind and was frightened to the limit. He shook off Sanguinius' arm and rushed towards the jubilant legion around him.
But how could he easily pass through a human wall that was thousands of meters long? He couldn't even look them in the face now. He didn't want to disappoint those descendants who regarded him as a father and the warriors who regarded him as a creed.
"So, this is the thing you don't want people to know the most... Actually, it's not a big deal, you're just being too cautious."
Guilliman was already a frightened bird, and this time the voice in his mind made him feel like he was facing a formidable enemy. When he looked for the source of the voice, he found that the other party was standing between the Lion King and the angel.
"sulfuric acid!"
The Emperor's Sword was drawn out again, and the flames above it began to burn again. The height of the roaring column of fire and the intensity of the temperature it transmitted were what he had felt when burning the Evil God's Garden.
That was the power of his father, the power of the founder of the empire on the Golden Throne. But now, the appearance of Lin Heng has stimulated the power in the blade. He is the true chosen son.
"Lin Heng?"
'Hello, Roboute Guilliman, we finally meet.'
At this moment, the person involved felt three parts helpless, three parts angry, three parts confused, and one part left for joy. This guy really scared him again. Who knows if he will tell more horrifying things later.
"What's going on? Are you a real person or..."
Lin Heng smiled. The lion kings and angels around him seemed to not see him. He walked calmly with the Emperor's Sword in his hand and said:
'I am indeed here, but only a part of my spirit, sealed in this Soul Stone, and everything you see is just your own memory illusion, a past that you don't want to mention somewhere in your heart.'
"Why is it this memory..and how did you know it?"
A past that cannot be told. At least the Lion King became the Warmaster. The Warmaster of the Second Empire is also the Warmaster.
Lin Heng shook his head and said:
'The best way to understand someone is to explore their hidden past. If I don't know about the past tens of thousands of years, I may not be able to understand the pain you have endured.
What a pity... Whether I go with the flow or against the flow, I am no longer myself. There is no way. If I don't abandon some of the emotions in my heart, I can't survive in such a galaxy.'
Guilliman pursed his lips as he took the Emperor's Sword. The smooth blade reflected his hesitant face... at least the situation now was not what he had imagined.
"What have you been through?"
Lin Heng smiled bitterly, looking at the bustling army scene, and said with infinite emotion:
"My experience is not worth mentioning. It is just similar to the people who are trying to survive... The grand occasion back then is simply not comparable to what it is now. I'm afraid all this can be attributed to the Codex Astartes."
Guilliman bit the tip of his tongue, but Lin Heng still noticed his twitching face.
'But you don't have to blame yourself. As I just said, I am no longer a newcomer who is inexperienced in the world. Now I am a rebel who has broken away from my identity as a chess piece.
By chance or fate, I have met many of them... and even faced them directly. The history kept repeating in my mind, and the truth behind it became clearer and clearer, and I gradually understood the nature of this galaxy.
That should have been a move in keeping with the times, aimed at avoiding another legion-level rebellion like Horus'.
It's a pity that you, who created this holy book, died halfway through, which also makes it impossible for the holy book to adapt to the changes of the times and upgrade.
And this... this huge Second Empire was only created because the Astronomican was extinguished, which made you think that Terra was destroyed, and you made this choice after learning from the painful experience.'
Second Empire Parade
"you.."
Guilliman finally dared to take a closer look at the other person's appearance. Like those psychics, Lin Heng's spirit also carried that kind of hazy mystery. In addition, the other person was not wearing power armor, but had an otherworldly aura under his normal uniform.
"Yes, I understand that knowledge is expensive and the past is very dark. It is not something that anyone can accept. However, extraordinary times call for extraordinary things. It is all over."
It’s all over... Guilliman let out a long sigh. At this moment, he seemed to have gained some kind of relaxation he had never felt before, as if an invisible burden on his shoulders had been lifted.
"Russ...are you sure he is a brainless child...then where are you going now? What mission are you going to complete? Why don't you come with me to Terra, at least the Emperor..."
Lin Heng stretched out his hand to interrupt Guilliman's words, and walked past him into the crowd:
'I have to figure out one thing. It seems that fate is guiding me away from Terra. If I don't go, the ending may not change, but the process will be much more complicated.
The Emperor... the God Emperor... your father... is also a chess player. I gradually understand everything. Now it is time to find opportunities for me to break the chess game.'
Guilliman was confused, but he could sense the storm lurking beneath the surface. He turned around quickly, only to find that Lin Heng had already walked into the crowd and disappeared, leaving only his echo in the air.
'Digris and the others will tell you the details. I have already left on a Tau ship for the northwest region of the Ultramarine. There is no need to come looking for me.
I don't know if you are aware that another Primarch has been resurrected, the Lord of the 16th Legion Salamanders - Vulkan Vulkan. He has lost his memory and is on his way to Terra. Please thank him for me if you have the chance.
As for the other one, Wolf King Leman Russ... I don't blame him, he was just completing his mission, but he might have been used by the evil god...
Digris showed me the beauty of Macragge, but unfortunately I will never have the chance to rest in such a world.
I will go to Terra, but now is not the time. After all... the Emperor thinks so too...'
When his voice was crushed in the air by the shouting, Guilliman felt dazed for a moment. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself half-kneeling on the ground, supporting himself with the Sword of the Emperor.
"Sir! Are you okay?"
"Your Majesty! It is my incompetence!"
Guilliman returned to reality. He suddenly raised his head with a determined look that did not belong to him. He stood up slowly without any help and said word by word while looking at the huge square:
"Digris, your ability to predict is unique, and even in some aspects is very similar to my brother's, so tell me what you see in Lin Heng."
Diglis hesitated, but still said:
"My Lord, I do not have the powerful psychic power of Sanguinius, and my predictions are not completely accurate. The results are not certain..."
"Answer Digris, I just want the answer."
"Okay." Diglis took a deep breath and said:
"He will face endless death."
Guilliman neither nodded nor shook his head. He once again looked at the reflection of his own face on the Emperor's Sword, then looked at the Heirs who had gathered around him and said:
"Okay, then prepare the fleet. I'm heading back to Terra."
"My lord! You just came back. We still need you a lot." Karga asked puzzled.
Guilliman put away the Emperor's Sword, placed his hands on the shoulder armor of Calgar and Digris, and smiled:
"You have governed Ultramar in an orderly manner. I may not be able to do better than you. You need your father's guidance, and so do I... I need to meet the Emperor."