40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 115 18. Red Sand ([-])

Orbit of Nuceria, Glory of Macragge, Primarch's Study.A conversation is taking place.

"War," said Robert Guilliman. "Yes, it is our primary duty."

Angron didn't speak, but nodded silently.The steel cable bounced heavily behind his head a few times, and the vicious friction sound reappeared in the skull.

Guilliman looked away unbearably.It's been two months, but he still can't get used to it -- he doesn't think he'll ever get used to it, it's impossible for a normal person to be indifferent to seeing other people's suffering.

Staring at the scene outside the porthole, he continued to tell.

These days, he has a conversation with his brother every afternoon.Sometimes it's just chatting, talking about the past or the scenes in the mountains.But sometimes, the subject can also get heavy, as it is now.

"However, the war will end one day. I don't know when it will come, but I hope that when that day comes, my Legion can embody the leader of a peaceful world."

"ruler?"

"No, it's the helper and protector." Guilliman turned his gaze back seriously. "I know this may sound arrogant, but the surgery and our blood have completely changed the soldiers in our legion. They are superhuman in the physical sense, and they will become superhuman in the secular sense."

"And this thing is dangerous, and I've been taking care of it. So I can proudly tell you, brother, that no one on Macragge sees the Ultramarines as beings above them. All All equal."

Angron nodded calmly. He still didn't quite understand what Guilliman was saying, but he wrote them down.Anyone who speaks seriously should be taken seriously.

"But, then again, it's just my wishful thinking, not everyone thinks like me."

Lord Macragge showed an abrupt, slightly bitter smile. "One of our brothers once criticized me harshly. He thought I dabbled too far into the world, which is not what a Primarch should do."

"Who?" Angron asked briefly, his light blue eyes narrowed slightly.

He couldn't quite understand Robert Guilliman's words, but he could distinguish something else.

Robert Guilliman's 'into the mundane' is a gentle exhortation to a man who knows his own greatness, but deep down, it brings him only a sense of responsibility, not supercilious arrogance.

"Why do you ask that?" Guilliman said half-jokingly. "You haven't seen them yet—and even if you did, I don't want you to speak for me. I'll argue with him myself."

Angron shook his head. "I'm not trying to speak up for you, and I won't speak up for you, I just want to know why he said that."

Guilliman was lost in thought.

Yes, why?

A golden face flashed through his mind, and a conversation that was far less congenial—in fact, Guilliman preferred to call his conversation with Lorgar Aurelion a quarrel.

However, he also had to admit one thing—whether it was a quarrel or a conversation, every communication with his brother made him think about many things that he had never thought about before.

Take Angron as an example. He has a unique philosophy of life that only belongs to gladiators.This rough, sandy vision always inspired Robert Guilliman.

".Because he didn't understand."

After a long time, Guilliman replied like this.

He frowned tightly, as if he was dealing with a puzzle that no one could solve.

"Don't understand?"

"Yes, he doesn't understand why I want to haha." Guilliman shook his head and chuckled.

He switched to a more quaint tone, similar to a chant, which made Angron feel uncomfortable just hearing it.

"He didn't understand why I gave up my sanctity. I was the son of God but was willing to walk into the flock of lambs. I was the shepherd of the gods, but I was willing to give up my authority and take responsibility."

"He said that I let the lambs lose the opportunity to go through hardships, recognize their true selves, and enjoy the grace of God. In other words, he felt that I was depriving ordinary people of the way to approach God. He thought I was selfish."

Angron frowned deeply.

"Who the hell is this guy?" he asked in disbelief. "What the hell is he talking about? Blessed by God? Where is God? What does it mean to be selfish?"

"He thought our father, the Emperor...was a god," Guilliman said quietly. "Frankly speaking, this point of view is not difficult for me to understand."

"I haven't seen him." Angron asked bluntly. "Do you think he is?"

"He's definitely not." Guilliman replied emphatically. "We all have different opinions about him, and for me, I'm pretty sure he's not a god."

Angron nodded thoughtfully. As usual, he wrote down one thing, and then brought up another.

"When will they come?"
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when can we arrive

No.12 Legion, Chief of the War Hounds, Jill Baldwin asked himself, but couldn't come up with an answer.

Of course he couldn't come up with an answer, and he wasn't the navigator, he didn't have a third eye to observe the bright light of the Astronomican to guide their determination.Thinking of this, Jill couldn't help but smile.

He'd just made a little joke to himself - Resolute is the name of their flagship.Of course, this brief smile didn't last long.

In fact, he knows very well that even the most experienced navigators may not be able to figure out how long it will take them to sail during the voyage.

There are usually two ways of warp space navigation.

The first type is a calculated jump.

Before entering the subspace, he calculated the scheduled route, then plunged into it, and began to pray that the unpredictable ocean currents in the subspace would not change during the voyage.

This method is called "purposeful courting of death" by the vast majority of people Jill has seen. The reason is very simple, because the ocean in the subspace is changing every moment.

Entering in this way, you can only sail blindly. If you are lucky, you will be able to return to the physical plane after a while, but if you are unlucky.
The number of Imperial ships lost in the Warp each year is horrific.

The second, however, is much safer - the Emperor built the Astronomican on Terra, and the navigators can see its radiance in the warp through their third eye, and report to the captain Adjust the course in time.As long as it is not too unfortunate, then it is only a matter of time before reaching the destination.

But, then again, time.

Jill sighed.

The Warp is a terrible world, and this world is very different from the place they know, and time is the most obvious part of this difference.

There is no difference between day and night here. Although the clocks and clocks installed on the ship are still running, everyone knows that their time is just an appearance.If you really want to know how long your Warp voyages take, you can only measure it when you re-enter the Material Plane.

It was said that one day in the Warp was equal to twelve days on the Material Plane, but Jill took that with a grain of salt.He really wanted to ask the person who said this, is your day 24 hours in Tara standard time, or the standard time on which other planet?
Differences exist objectively and will always exist, just like those Legions who found their Primarch one step ahead of them.

Like the Salamanders, they had an exchange with the War Hounds, Jill talked to one of their company commanders about it.The latter spoke in a cheerful tone of which he hadn't realized how they had stayed above the burning planet awaiting the Emperor's will.

And Novshendak - where the Iron Warriors retrieved their Primarch, and the Warhounds were there, and they watched the silent Iron Warriors tell the Primarch's imminent return when the Emperor's emissary After the commotion.

And what about them?They just stood silently by the side, then left here despondently, and continued to roam in the dark sea of ​​stars, hoping to receive a news that would make them stir up one day.

They received it a month ago.

The believer was from Macragge, and the emblem of the Lord of the No.13 Legion gleamed on the collar of his stiff uniform.It was a serious middle-aged man, not tall, very tired, but still straightened his back, speaking at the top of his voice the news that Robert Guilliman brought to the War Hounds.

"I have found your father in the limit star field. There is no doubt about it. His name is Angron. I have attached the coordinates with the letter and sent an official letter to Holy Terra. The supply fleet will be there Depart immediately upon arrival. The Ultramarines and I will wait here until the Emperor's hounds arrive."

Jill Baldwin remembered how he felt when he heard the news, and how he ran up to catch the messenger and question him repeatedly.

A pang of guilt surged in his heart. The messenger who traveled a long distance to inform them was tortured by his agitation at that time. If the champion of the first company, Kunna, stopped him in time, the messenger would inevitably be injured by his agitation.

He apologized afterwards, but the messenger didn't care.He just nodded with a smile and wished them luck.

After that, the dogs of war began to boil—the 12 people of the entire army ran like crazy on the Resolute Resolve after hearing the broadcast from their army commander, howling and cheering endlessly, strictly disciplined by them Forgot briefly, and Jill didn't stop.

He understands them.

How could he not understand?

Jill Baldwin closed her eyes, anticipating the moment when they would leap out of the Warp.On the bridge, the navigators were still doing their work conscientiously, and the Geller stand wrapped the huge flagship, protecting it from the boundless darkness.

— But you and I both know that there is always something watching in the dark.

Yes, forever.

　and also.

　　The card is powerful, it must be a conspiracy of Chaos!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)