Chapter 326 315. Simple Chatter Warmaster
Macragge's Glory naturally couldn't hear the sobs and wails on the Word Bearers' ship.
Guilliman glanced back. The corridor behind him was empty and there was no one else.
So what was he feeling just now?
Malcador, who was hunched beside him, was coughing. The old man held his scepter and knocked it heavily on the ground in a serious manner.
Guilliman turned his head in confusion and decided to continue discussing the topic with the Imperial Regent. The incident in the Perfect City was over for Guilliman. They were talking about the Warmaster. In fact, starting from the Battle of Randan, The name of [Warmaster] has quietly spread within the original body.
Except for those Primarchs who are determined to stay away from the center of the Empire and do not care about their own reputation, most of the Primarchs are receiving news about the [Warmaster] intentionally or unintentionally.
Guilliman also had unrealistic fantasies, and not many Primarchs could resist the meaning behind this reputation.
But after repeated rational considerations, Guilliman gave up this idea. Although the Ultramarines he led had gained enough prestige within the empire's territory, and although the five hundred worlds of the Ultramarines were a shining pearl of the empire, Guilliman Mann himself did not have a very good reputation among the Primarchs -
and having burned the Perfect City, he probably could not gain further support from other Primarchs.
Luojia has a good relationship with Magnus and Perturabo, and he also has common topics with Wolf King Leman Russ.
So far, the most competitive candidates for the position of Warmaster are Horus Luperkar, Fenus Manus, and Leon Jonson. They all have excellent records themselves, and are very good at fighting in front of the original body. high reputation.
Although the Archangel Sanguinius would also be a suitable candidate for Warmaster in the hearts of the people of the Empire, Sanguinius was very indifferent to the Warmaster itself, and the relationship between the Angel itself within the original body was not very good. Horus was heart to heart, while maintaining a cooler relationship with the other Primarchs.
As for Guilliman himself, the Lord of Macragge was extremely supportive of Faenus Manus becoming the Warmaster. Guilliman admired the rigor and majesty of the Gorgon Lord, and his iron-like rationality.
It’s not that Guilliman doesn’t approve of the other two candidates, but the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds can see clearly that the blood of Horus, the wolf god, flows with pride—perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it arrogance; while the Lion King
Jonson With his inhuman indifference and cruelty, for each brother, the degree of "fear" towards the Lion King may be higher.
But who will be the Warmaster in the end... Guilliman believes that it is more likely to be Horus. Compared to the other two, Horus obviously has a better relationship with the original body and is more respected.
Malcador looked at the original body who was obviously thinking. He ignored the commotion behind him and spoke silently,
"Risks and crises are always lurking around reputation and power. You can take the initiative to give up the fight... Guilliman, this is really out of the question. It's beyond my expectations, but I'm glad to see you make this decision."
Guilliman looked at Malcador, his blue eyes flashing. After talking with Malcador and the Emperor, Guilliman Liman's attitude toward the old man softened a lot.
"You don't seem to want to see us become Warmasters, Malcador. Isn't this his will? Why?" 】
Makado sighed,
"You can only see the shining crown, but you always ignore the sharp blade hanging on the crown." "
In other words, you always think that you have the ability to hold the sharp sword. "
Guilliman spoke slowly,
[I don't think my brothers would be happy to hear you commenting on them like this. ]
"Then I apologize, but we are selecting the person who is strong enough to hold the blade, not someone who just thinks the crown looks better, not a child who thinks the crown represents approval by the Emperor."
Guilliman I feel my cheeks are slightly hot. The word Warmaster... for them, it does symbolize some kind of recognition, recognizing that that person is the best.
But he won't show his embarrassment.
[Then I recommend to you Fenus Manus, Malcador. He is rational enough and efficient - although he sometimes makes mistakes, in most cases, he is always right and the most efficient one. 】
"I am surprised that you would say such a thing. I have received your suggestion and I will report it to my lord at the appropriate time." Malcador lowered his eyes,
thinking about the complex interpersonal relationships of the original bodies.
Guilliman, Fulgrim and Vulkan supported Fainus; while Angel, Khan, Perturabo, and Dorn supported Horus; the Wolf King and Alpha supported the Lion King...
As for the other primarchs, Luo Gar and Angron were too busy to look after themselves, Magnus was uninterested in such topics, and Mortarion was paranoid about staying away from the Primarch's circle.
And what exactly is the consideration of the Lord of Humanity... Malcador believes that this monarch has an incomprehensible stubbornness in some aspects.
[Makado, do you know which battlefield Feinus is on right now? ]
Guilliman asked suddenly, interrupting Malcador's thinking. If Fainus was now leading a magnificent battle and successfully won the victory, then the balance of victory would be more tilted towards their side.
Malcador paused,
"Fenus Manus is now preparing to attack an Eldar world with Vulkan and Mortarion - according to the schedule of the Imperial Military Affairs Department, they should have arrived at the target planet. "
Mortarion? "
Guilliman suddenly remembered this brother with a unique style, but the next moment he turned around, stared at the still empty corridor, and shouted tentatively in confusion, [Hades
? ]
Malcador smashed his scepter on the ground again, and now Guilliman realized what the old man was doing before.
Immediately afterwards, a familiar head of Guilliman appeared at the corner of the corridor behind them. Hades walked out with an awkward smile, followed by Sister Silence beside him - but why was he so big?
Guilliman's pupils shook.
Then he saw Hades coming over - he guiltily greeted Guilliman, and Guilliman responded mechanically. Malcador began to reprimand Hades in front of Guilliman, and Hades Dis began to refute the old man with a smile.
Obviously, none of them cared about Guilliman's outlook.
Perhaps this was a dream, Guilliman thought, something he should have realized the moment the Emperor smiled and spoke to him.
But when he subconsciously grabbed Malcador's scepter and tried to swing it out to hit people, Guilliman realized that this was not a dream.
Malcador's power was greater than he imagined.
But... great, at least he wasn't dreaming.
——————————
Finally the two men calmed down, and Guilliman tentatively spoke.
【Hades? Why...]
"I don't know anything. Malcador invited me to a meal and made me faint. When I woke up, I found that I had become what I am now, and the Death Guard couldn't go back! It's all my fault. Macado, old man Ma doesn’t practice martial ethics!”
The next moment, psychic lightning burst out, and Malcador pulled out the scepter that was blocked by Guilliman. Then Guilliman watched helplessly as the scepter struck Hades, and Malcador's figure appeared in front of him. At that moment, there was almost an afterimage - Hades turned around and ran away, but behind him, the carpet on the ship rose up and hit Hades hard in the face. Malcador waved His scepter followed closely behind, and his huge resentment made his scepter look like the most indestructible club in the universe.
At a certain moment, Guilliman even felt sorry for the scepter. Its original function may not be used to strike violently.
It seems that the impact was too strong, so Guilliman automatically cut off the following fragments. He only remembered the golden light. When he recalled it again, he only saw Hades standing very reservedly in front of the shocked him. Hades' Next to him was Malcador, who was panting and gritting his teeth.
"Sorry, I just wanted to make a joke to cheer up the atmosphere."
Hades said solemnly.
Guilliman opened his mouth. He boasted that he had a lot of knowledge, but this kind of thing was indeed rare - it was less like a mistake in a political scene, and more like a kind of fox-and-dog friendship in the traditional literary works he had read. The way they appear...
No, being friends with each other may not be quite accurate, it should be that they have similar personalities.
But Guilliman still remembers discussing with him Barbarus, Hades built by Macragge - a warrior with excellent professional qualities, full of hope, and humor. Guilliman admired this warrior, but Mortarion did not. He was quite dissatisfied with Hades going out for diplomacy.
Looking at Hades, who was secretly competing with Malcador, Guilliman decided to increase the proportion of the [Humor] column to the highest level - no, he should create a separate level.
No, no, no, Guilliman realized that although the current scene shocked him, his thoughts should be focused on why Hades became what he is now, instead of watching Malcador and Hades in stunned silence. Beat.
To some extent, Hades' actions succeeded in diverting Guilliman's shock from Hades's own existence to Hades' actions.
Guilliman briefly organized the language in his mind. He realized that if he didn't speak, he might not have the chance to speak.
Even after the impact, the politician part of Guilliman was still functioning. Hades' language Malcador's response to this told the original body that the matter itself may not be that serious and the level of confidentiality is high.
Guilliman was allowed to know.
[It’s nice to see you here again, Hades. I still hope to get to know you again, and what happened just now...? ]
Guilliman smiled.
Malcador sighed loudly. The old man glanced at Hades and told him to shut up. Then Malcador said,
"Hades is the Lord of the Silent Order. This is a special case. Guilliman, if If you are confused about this, you can try to compare it to the Imperial Guards, but essentially they are not the same." "At
least the Imperial Guards will not be like this..."
Malcador was silent. He seemed to be choosing a word with strong offensive power, but in the end The old man didn't speak, he was not Hades.
Malcador's words brought Guilliman back to his senses. He seemed to understand. A necessary leader of the anti-psionic department?
Although Hades seemed to be aiming for a target... This was a bit difficult for Guilliman to accept, but he suddenly remembered Mortarion's attitude towards Hades... Was it already at that time?
What is the Emperor preparing?
However... if it is Hades... he has sufficient ability and intelligence, as well as his unique anti-psionic physique. Guilliman can understand this. If he is the decision-maker, he will also promote a person with sufficient ability. The soulless one with abilities.
[Am I the first to know about this, I mean among my brothers? ]
Guilliman asked abruptly.
"In a way... you are the first."
Malcador said silently.
He was the first. Guilliman thought that the Emperor decided to let him be the first. This was a consideration. ? Did he think Guilliman, as his son, could accept the news?
Guilliman was certain that what he was seeing now would have an incredible impact on some of his other brothers, and that some of the Primarchs might not be able to accept it to some extent.
...No, Guilliman suddenly remembered the image of the Emperor in his eyes before. If he regarded the Primarchs as tools, then it seemed that there was no harm in having more tools.
After all, there was already a Malcador, which was not difficult to accept, although most of the Primarchs hated the old man.
Guilliman paused, and then he smiled humbly,
[I can understand, and I am also happy to see the Empire supporting capable people, especially Hades, but it seems that we need to get to know each other again. ]
He stretched out his hand,
[Commander of the Thirteenth Legion Ultramarines and Lord of Macragge, Robert Guilliman. ]
He saw with some amusement that Hades was stunned, and then glanced at Malcador hesitantly. The old man rolled his eyes as usual, and Hades smiled helplessly after receiving the old man's eyes, and also extended his hand.
"Commander of the Death Guard of the Fourteenth Legion, Lord of the Order of Silence, Hades."
After letting go of his hand, Guilliman smiled easily,
[Then can I invite you to visit Macragge now? , Hades? You inspired me a lot about counter-psionics last time, and I'd love to know your opinions and experiences on deploying counter-psionics in real life. 】
He looked at Hades's eyes slowly flashing with light -
Malcador beside them suddenly coughed violently. Before Hades opened his mouth, Malcador interrupted Hades,
"Hades still has a mission assigned to him by the empire. I'm afraid he won't be able to go to the Five Hundred Worlds for a while. Guilliman, you are too impatient." Guilliman smiled,
[
It's just a joke to liven up the atmosphere. ]
"I really hope this is not a joke."
Hades said deeply,
[Then it is not, Macragge will always welcome you, Hades. ]
From the corner of his eye, Guilliman saw Malcador tightening his grip on his scepter again. Why did Malcador react like that to Hades going to Macragge?
"Thank you for the invitation, Guilliman. I have always dreamed of going to Macragge to see the flashes of human civilization."
Hades showed a bright smile.
It's just that Malcador looks like he's going to hit Hades with a stick again.
4k words today, no more, great!
(End of chapter)