40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 110 13. Red Sand ([-])

Once—or, a month and a half ago, Robert Guilliman still believed in the truth and science of the Empire.

But now, a small change has taken place.He still believed in the latter, but inevitably had deep doubts about the former.He couldn't help but wonder, after all, he had observed the world he lived in every day in a different way with his own eyes.

After that, he deeply realized one thing - the essence of the truth of the empire.

In essence, it's just a lie.That's all.If viewed with common sense, Guilliman should expose it immediately, but the person who fabricated this lie was the Emperor and his father.

He didn't understand why the Emperor would make up such a lie, but he believed in the Emperor, so he was still willing to let this lie protect others.Out of trust, he won't poke it.

However, Robert Guilliman must admit that he did not expect that one day he would have a vague suspicion of science.

At [-]:[-] in the morning in Nuceria, two reports were handed to his desk.One was about Nuceria's mass deaths, and the other was about his brother Angron's health.

He was holding the latter and looking at it non-stop at the moment, frowning.

Valentus Dorlo's handwriting stood out between the mechanically typed characters on the document, which were still wet with ink.Medical officers are usually on duty from 07:30 in the morning to 05:30 in the afternoon, overtime is not included.

A complete medical examination takes about 35 minutes, which means that this report was urgently sent over shortly after the examination was completed.

A few minutes later, Guilliman finished reading No.13.

He put down the document, raised his head and glanced at Valentus Dorlo with indescribable eyes: "You said those nails lost their activity, what do you mean?"

".literally, Primarch."

Dorlo answered difficultly, every detail on his face revealed his doubts about his knowledge. "According to the information collected by Second Company Commander Miro, this kind of machinery will not stop until it completely replaces the victim's brain and spinal nerves, unless their host is dead."

"But they stopped torturing my brother?"

"Yes, Primarch."

"The reason?"

"I don't know, Primarch."

".Well, is he still in the medical room?"

Guilliman rubbed the space between his brows with a headache, combined with what happened yesterday, he roughly knew who wrote this matter.It's just that he didn't expect Kalil to be able to influence Angron even though he was still on Nuceria.

What the hell did you do, Khalil?
"Yes, Primarch."

Guilliman nodded, sighed, stood up, and reached for the blue coat draped over the back of the chair.He stayed up all night, busy with paperwork, preparing to hand over Nuceria to the War Dogs as quickly as possible when they arrived.

"Then," said the Lord of Macragge, in his raiment.There was a complex and oddly happy look on his face. "Let me go see my brother."

"Understood, Primarch."
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Guilliman walked into the medical room slowly, and as before, the medical officer and medical staff all walked out.

The conversation of the Primarchs is considered sacred in some places, but to the people of Macragge's Glory, they do so only at the behest of Robert Guilliman.

With his back turned to him, restricted by some instruments, he didn't turn around to greet him, but still gave him a courtesy.

"Good morning," Guilliman heard Angron say.

His brother's voice was still broken, evidence that the effects of those seven months of torture had not faded.

Guilliman approached slowly, with his hands behind his back to make his posture look more natural - he came to Angron and saw a frail face.The muscles on this face still twitch from time to time, but compared to the previous state, it is much better.

".Good morning, brother." Guilliman greeted in Nucerian. "How are you?"

Angron smiled, not ferociously, and his muscles were not forced to tremble and raise his canine teeth. This smile was quiet and peaceful—Guilliman didn't know what had changed in him, but he was very happy to see Angron showing Such a gentle smile.

So he laughed too.

"I'm fine." Angron replied in his broken voice. "Everything is fine except I'm a little hungry."

Guilliman heaved a sigh of relief, he had gotten some answers from Angron's answer.However, he still has a few questions to ask.

"Well, Angron, I have to ask you something about—"

Guilliman pursed his lips and raised his right hand in a gesture.

"—the problem with those things, checks this morning showed that they were inactive, but we don't know enough about this kind of stuff, and no one knows if this thing is just temporary. Besides, they are after all hit in On a Primarch."

Angron listened patiently, thinking was no longer a torment for him at last.He nodded and said, "I'll know all about those nails but I have a few questions for you, Robert Guilliman."

"So, you go first?" Guilliman asked tentatively.

Angron didn't give in, he nodded slowly again, his gaze bound Guilliman like a heavy iron chain.Lord Macragge was uncomfortable with this, but instinctively he felt that his brother had no intentions.

The pain of those seven hellish months had left him so deep, so deep, that a part of him had been changed forever.

"You—no, you, where do you come from?"

very good.Guilliman thought.The first question is so simple, straightforward, and overwhelming.After his pain was removed, I could at last understand his character.

For this, Robert Guilliman smiled heartily.

"My legion and I are from Macragge, a planet not too far from Nuceria. As for Khalil, he is from Nostramo." He replied softly. "He is the instructor of the Eighth Legion and the adoptive father of Konrad Curze, the Primarch of the Eighth Legion."

Angron nodded thoughtfully, and was silent for a while.

"I want to ask you a few more people." He whispered.

"Is it the gladiators?"

Angron was taken aback, and a look of overjoy appeared on his face: "Are they still alive?"

"Most are alive." Guilliman nodded with a smile. "Some are wounded, but I assure you the Ultramarines will do their best to treat them."

Angron lowered his head and let out a long sigh.

His breathing was extremely calm at this moment, as if it had almost disappeared.Guilliman suddenly had a strange feeling. He didn't understand where this feeling came from, but he felt that all the emotions that had been suppressed in his heart had disappeared a lot.

He looked sharply at his brother, and then saw Angron's distorted face again.

"Brother—!" Guilliman was terrified. Even though he wanted to call the medical officer in for an examination, his brother raised his hand and stopped him.

"No, no, I'm fine" Angron said in a low voice, drips of blood dripping from his nasal cavity.Guilliman looked at him worriedly, but obeyed his wishes and did not call the medical officers.

After a while, Angron finally raised his head again, pursed his lips, and wiped away the blood under his nose regretfully.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect this to happen, I just wanted to express my thanks and make you feel better."

"What?" Guilliman frowned suspiciously. "What are you talking about—no, you did that thing just now?"

He widened his eyes.

Angron nodded slowly and smiled slightly, obviously still in pain, but still showing the utmost kindness. "I've been able to do this before"

before.

Guilliman caught the word in his words keenly, and a heavy emotion rose again, and Robert Guilliman did not try to hide it.He frowned and wanted to say a lot, but didn't say a word.

"It's all right," Angron said.

He laughed crippledly, and tapped the steel cable behind his head with his fingers. The painful expression was fleeting, but he still smiled tenaciously: "We have already won them."

"."

After a short silence, Guilliman changed the topic somewhat abruptly, which was rare for a politician like him, but at this moment, it just happened.

".Those nails, do they still hurt?"

"Sometimes," Angron replied thoughtfully. "If I do them like I did just now, they will. There are still some times, but it's not as painful as it used to be, and I can bear it."

"They lose their activity," Guilliman said. "And my medical team was completely clueless about it, we had absolutely no idea how it could change overnight."

"Is this a bad thing?"

"Perhaps." Guilliman replied cautiously, before sighing and complaining.

"Those damn things are some kind of technology that we have never seen before. Even the technical soldiers who came back from Mars training can't understand the principle at all. Apart from knowing how it will affect the host, we have no understanding of other Don't understand anything. Damn it."

Angron nodded thoughtfully again. He caught some interesting points in Guilliman's words, but he didn't mention them right away, but moved on to another question.

Or rather, a person.

"And what about that Khalil?" he said. "I want to thank him in person, I have 470 two thanks to tell him in person."

Guilliman showed a blank expression again. "...he's still on the surface of Nuceria."

Angron frowned, this time it was his turn to be at a loss.

"Wait, surface?"

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