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The three-body leader felt deeply powerless.

Even many years ago, when he was blackmailed by a passing mysterious civilization, he never felt as powerless as he does now.

Forget about illness!

Their doctors and scientists have worked together, but until now they have not been able to find out the origin of amnesia, let alone cure it.

He could only watch the forgetfulness spread in the fleet. Now even the people around him were infected. I am afraid that before long, even he himself would be infected.

As the amnesia worsens, Trisolaran people infected with amnesia will soon become useless.

There is only one fate for useless people in the Trisolaran civilization.

destroy!

The Trisolaran leader thought that he might be destroyed when he was old, if he could not let the Trisolaran people live a life without saving resources by then.

But he never thought that he would face the possibility of being destroyed at this time.

"Führer, are we being targeted by hunters?" The science consul's fully reflective light film flashed.

The leader's heart moved.

He found that when the Scientific Archon spoke, the total reflection light film on his body was also somewhat inconsistent, and there were minor grammatical errors.

Apparently, the Science Archons were also infected.

The Führer sighed in his heart, but did not ask the guards to take out the Scientific Archon.

He understood that amnesia had become widespread within the fleet, and perhaps every Trisolaran was already infected, but some showed symptoms while others were still in the incubation period.

He can't cross all the Trisolarans.

The Science Archon is now a bridge between doctors and scientists, which is very useful. You have to stay here to discuss countermeasures with him.

"We still don't know if the hunters have taken action against us." The head of state replied rationally, "For an inferior civilization like ours, hunters are as unpredictable as gods. We can only do what we can do. There is no need to consider anything else.”

Hunters refer to advanced civilizations wandering in the dark forest.

There are some advanced civilizations that are not strong enough. In order to ensure that their status is not threatened, they will do their best to kill the new civilizations they discover.

The head of state thought that no matter whether the hunters were targeting them or not, they themselves must resist tenaciously.

"What you said makes sense." The Science Archon agreed, "Then what should we do now?"

The head of state replied without thinking: "Select some people who do not show symptoms of amnesia, arrange ecological spaceships for them, and send them away from the fleet."

The condition of forgetfulness is getting worse and worse.

If the Trisolaran civilization cannot cure forgetfulness in the end, then the entire civilization will be destroyed.

Just in case, the head of state wanted to save some seeds for the Trisolaran civilization.

"But where can they go after leaving the fleet?" Science Archon questioned, "Ecological spaceships cannot operate for a long time without supplies. They will eventually starve to death in space."

The Führer was silent.

"Führer?" the Science Archon called in confusion.

"Give them all our knowledge reserves and let them figure out how to survive on their own." The head of state's fully reflective light film flashed, "Now civilization can no longer care about them."

He didn't seem to notice that he was silent for a while.

The Science Consul reminded: "Führer, were you distracted just now?"

The Führer was stunned.

"You asked me to return to Terra?" Guilliman looked confused, "And you only called me?" Just now, the fleet of the Ultramarines received an urgent order sent through the stargate system, which asked Guilliman Immediately returned to Terra to report his work, and had the seal of Horus, the regent of the new empire, stamped.

Guilliman was lost in thought.

Terra - He couldn't remember the last time he went back. Nothing special happened on his side. Why did Horus suddenly want him to return to Terra to report on his duties?

"How long does it take to get back to Terra from here?" Guilliman asked.

An ultramarine next to him replied: "The stargate system is fully completed. It will take less than three days from here to Terra."

"Then let's set off now, just in time to see how my brother Horus is doing now." Guilliman blinked. He remembered that Horus hated the empire's bureaucracy the most. As a result, in the blink of an eye, Horus Si himself became the biggest head of the imperial bureaucracy, embarrassing his brothers.

These primarchs came from different planets from far and wide, and they didn't have much in common. The only thing they had in common was scolding the imperial bureaucrats.

As a result, Horus became the big boss of the imperial bureaucracy, and they suddenly lost a common topic.

In fact, it's not that you can't scold Horus, it's just that Horus had already maxed out the favorability of almost all his brothers, so it always felt weird when he scolded him.

However, it had been some time since Horus had been in office.

There seems to be no change in the empire's bureaucracy, except that the empire's decrees have become smoother due to the completion of the Stargate system.

But this has nothing to do with Horus.

All the Primarchs were curious about what Horus did after he took office. He couldn't be like the corrupt bureaucrats he hated and did nothing but corruption and pleasure, right?

Thinking of this, Guilliman couldn't wait any longer.

"Start for Terra!"

"immediately!"

The Ultramarines fleet turned around and headed towards the nearest star gate.

About three days later, the majestic Macragge's Glory passed through the star gate in the solar system and arrived at the administrative region of Terra.

Guilliman saw Horus's flagship, the Vengeful Spirit, at a glance. This usually majestic flagship had only a few blinking signal lights at the moment, and it looked extremely lonely.

"Who would have thought that the invincible Horus would eventually become the new Imperial Regent?" Guilliman lamented.

He had no intention of looking down on the imperial regent, but he just felt that Horus was more suitable to be a war commander, rather than staying in the Ministry of Government guarding documents to grow moldy.

"Dear Guilliman, the regent is looking forward to seeing you so much. Please go to the Ministry of Government to see him." In the projection stood an unusually tall official of the Ministry of Government.

Guilliman stared at him carefully and realized that this was Abaddon, whom he had met several times before.

"Abaddon?" Guilliman was a little surprised. "My brother Horus brought you into the Ministry of Administrative Affairs?"

Abaddon was wearing the uniform of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, which looked out of place.

This uniform was designed for mortal officials. Although the style was deliberately enlarged, when put on Abaddon, it always felt like an adult wearing diapers, and it was worn outside.

"It's an honor that you still remember my name." Abaddon paused briefly, "Not just me, but all Luna Wolves are now working in the Ministry of Civil Affairs."

He had a stern look on his face, trying not to show his crying expression.

Although working in the Ministry of Civil Affairs made him want to split his own head with a chainsword, in order to maintain the honor of the Legion, he could not show it in front of outsiders.

Not only that, he also wanted to make himself look proud.

This is the last stubbornness of the Shadow Moon Wolf. (End of chapter)