Chapter 254 245. Outside the blue and red and blue
castles, the honor guard still played hymns, and the sea of red and blue flowed slowly.
Magnus felt pleased.
Teaching and seeking knowledge are both virtues. The former leads with itself and leads the latter to pursue hope.
The sun has always existed and burned blazingly. As a person who has witnessed the light, Magnus has vowed countless times to bring mankind out of the cave of ignorance.
Humanity deserves to live under the sun, not in the long and dark old world.
But the wise are always alone, and few, even brothers, can truly understand Magnus' ardor.
The superstitious barbarians, the tough arrogants, the dull ignorant ones.
Perhaps the latter can still be saved. After all, not everyone is born with the keen eyesight to gaze at and understand the fantastic subspace.
So Magnus answered Guilliman's questions with kindness, understanding and patience.
The two Primarchs were advancing slowly through the honor guard of the crowd, their offspring surrounding them, the weather was fine and the sun shone on their exquisite armour.
Generally speaking, Scarlet Lord Magnus does not have too many interactions with Robert Guilliman.
Except for the wise Khan or the omniscient Perturabo, Magnus has always maintained a deliberate distance from his brothers. They do not understand the world that Magnus sees, and they lack some psychic abilities. of flash.
Yes, Magnus is a unique being. Among his brothers, he is the only one with psychic authority. His father has personally promised that he is unique and unique.
Perhaps the angel Sanguinius also knows a thing or two about the use of psychic energy, but that is only a superficial exploration. Sanguinius lacks the necessary curiosity and lack of motivation, which makes it difficult for him to go deep
. A burning desire for knowledge is obviously necessary and necessary.
Magnus would not deny the humble and measured seeker access to knowledge, which was their right.
Magnus wouldn't take no for an answer -
not even from Guilliman, who had no spark of psychic power at all.
The understanding of psychic energy requires passion, imagination, and intellectual affluence, but Robert Guilliman is the complete opposite of these qualities.
The father of the Ultramarines and the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds, Guilliman lacks certain necessary emotional qualities. He is a politician, a person who fights with tables. Such a person is naturally not suitable for subspace.
Even if Guilliman was his brother, Magnus could only sigh helplessly. They were destined to be strangers.
But on the way to the banquet, Guilliman stopped Magnus with his politician's smile. Just when Magnus thought that Guilliman was going to talk nonsense, Guilliman instead turned to him. Consulted on matters concerning psychic powers.
Let me state 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 his and the power of the legion into five hundred worlds. It’s an arrogance that’s hard to ignore.
He did not want to talk to politicians. Even the Lord of Macragge was well-read, but Magnus did not believe that a man who fought with an abacus could read much passion from books.
But Guilliman asked him about psychic powers, and his well-timed questions were like a snake spitting its core towards Magnus, hissing, making the Scarlet Lord feel itchy.
"My brother, Magnus, you are the one who knows the subspace best among us. I wonder if you would be 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 Ultramarines' think tank, but the Lord of Macragge knows nothing about the Warp. He needs knowledge, and a teacher who can solve his problems - and what better way than Crimson
? Who knows more about psionic energy and the warp than Lord Magnus?
Unless it was their father, he would have found no one more suitable than Magnus.
Magnus patiently answered Guilliman's questions. Some of them may be too naive, but for a person who is not even a beginner, these questions are profound enough.
It was a right decision to attend this banquet. 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 powers. .
Seeing the two primarchs chatting happily, Ahriman, who was following Magnus, breathed a sigh of relief. Even he didn't know why he did this.
In fact, before setting off for this banquet, his guardian elves seemed a little anxious. Peok's originally shining wings became dim, and Hathormat shrank himself into a corner of the cabin, shivering.
Under the leadership of the Scarlet Lord Magnus, the Thousand Sons who are familiar with psychic powers can have their own guardian elves. These small creatures composed entirely of psychic powers, Ahriman once thought they were angels.
His little angels appear when Ahriman needs them, like schools of fish in the sky, emitting sparkling light, like eagles carved from several small suns.
Later, in the discussion among scholars, [angel], a word with special religious meaning, was eliminated. Only ignorant people would use words like [angel] or [demon].
Even if they are not angels, they are beautiful enough.
But now his daemon was getting anxious. Ahriman knew what this meant, a misfortune, a failure. What did his daemon want to remind him?
No matter what, he will be cautious about everything that may happen at the banquet.
Ahriman was obviously more worried than his father.
Something was going on and he didn't know anything about it.
The servant bowed, the door slowly opened, and the two primarchs stepped through the door. At this point, all the guests at the banquet had arrived.
Hades put down his fork skillfully and stood up to salute, but after seeing the visitor, the corner of his right eye jumped sharply.
The first to enter was Robert Guilliman, Lord of Macragge and father of the Ultramarines of the Thirteenth Legion.
The luxurious sapphire blue satin sparkled under the firelight, and his short golden hair was crowned with emerald green olive leaf laurels. Guilliman was smiling, a smile that could not find any flaws. He was like a wise man from ancient times. The monarch, or the non-existent ideal on the campaign poster.
But most importantly, he seems like a perfectly normal guy.
One, a normal person.
Hades would never admit that he briefly cursed in his heart why he didn't land on Macragge.
Then Robert Guilliman looked back with a smile, and the person behind him was -
Magnus!
Hades paused for a few seconds. In these seconds, he seemed to have seen thousands of tragic fates.
He slowly and desperately realized that today's party seemed to be a mistake.
Hades's eyes moved, watching the still ignorant angel pull up Mortarion and go to welcome his two brothers.
The only good news seems to be that if they fight, the angels can take them all down by force.
Yes, code.
(End of chapter)