40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 142 4. The Emperor and His Sons ([-])

When Angron and Conrad Curze saw Robert Guilliman again, the latter had already replaced the ceremonial armor.

It disappeared completely, as if it never existed.

Now, Robert Guilliman wears the consul uniform of Macragge.Blue, white, and gold, without a laurel wreath, the emblem symbolizing Macragge shone on his collar, and the emblem representing the Ultramarines flashed steadily on his left chest.

He looked formal, serious, and finally no longer looked out of place with his brothers.

Angron was here for the first time, and so was Robert Guilliman.His meeting with the Emperor was on Macragge's orbit, not on this ship that belonged to their father, and only Konrad Curze was familiar with it.

In fact, it was far more than just being familiar—he also revealed some things.

"You have a room here?" Guilliman asked in surprise.

"Yes."

But I don't really want it.

"But I don't like its decoration style very much." Conrad Koz said calmly. "Everything is...gold and full of intricate details that make me feel like I'm living in an exhibition hall."

Guilliman smiled: "It is indeed my father's style."

Angron did not speak, and the gladiator walked through the palace-like corridors of the Emperor Mirage with his brothers in thought, paying attention to every detail.

He had a panoramic view of everything, without making any comments, but recorded all the names that appeared in the details.

The builders were allowed by the Emperor to leave their own names on this immortal masterpiece. No one could refuse such an honor, but they didn't want to spoil their hard work, so these names were often skillfully integrated into the There are some places that can't be found without looking closely.

Angron watched them so intently that the sound of the nails vibrating in the skull was distinct.The walk of the three Primarchs continued for a while, and then, more than ten minutes after boarding, they finally met their guide.

Constantine Valdo, Marshal of the Custodian Army.

He stared at the three demigods expressionlessly, without any respect in his eyes.

"Come with me," he said. "My Lord is waiting."

Angron's expression changed slightly at this moment—Konrad Curze and Robert Guilliman still didn't know their brothers well enough after all, if one of those gladiators could stand here, they would definitely Will discern Angron's true mood at the moment.

"No." The Nucerian shook his head. "I won't follow you until you tell us who you really are."

"He is Constantin Waldo, brother." Guilliman hurriedly said, trying to smooth things over. "He is the Marshal of the Forbidden Army, father's personal guard."

"I don't care who he is, I just know that a person should have the most basic respect for others." Angron said expressionlessly. "Is this request incorrect?"

Conrad Curze did not speak, and Guilliman was begging him for help with his eyes, but he didn't want to help - of course he knew Constantine Waldo, and he would therefore stand firmly on Angron's side .

The Marshal of the Forbidden Army smiled, and everyone could see the fleeting smile on his face.What followed was a contemptuous smile.

"Children."

Constantine Waldo raised his head and spoke briskly. "You are wasting his goodwill, and you have no idea how precious this brilliance is."

"Can you speak human language?" Angron replied coldly.

His genius was at work, the nails were working again, and the gladiator grinned, the muscles of his rough face bringing up his leathery skin, making the grin seem to have nothing to do with any positive emotion.

His malice towards the Marshal of the Imperial Army was not groundless. In his perception, Constantine Waldo's mind was like a fortress that could not be pryed into, but that was the problem.

The lord of the fortress offered him the splendor within, and he threw out sentences that were insults to Angron's two brothers.

Gladiator is angry because of this.

"Don't be too conceited, Primarch."

The Marshal of the Imperial Army spoke slowly in what could be called his softest tone.

"You don't even know how tired he is, and you don't even know what price he paid to get here. You don't know anything about him, you just squander the little bit of gentleness he has left."

Robert Guilliman finally frowned. He didn't understand why Constantin Waldo showed such obvious hostility towards them as soon as they met.

If this hostility was only aimed at him alone, Lord Macragge could of course use his politician's consciousness to put this matter behind him, but this hostility was aimed at all of them.

Therefore he could no longer be silent.

"So, would you like to explain a thing or two to us?"

Robert Guilliman stepped forward, speaking sharply.

"You look like you're talking to us, but you're actually just talking to yourself, Constantine Waldo, my brother's request is completely legitimate, and you really should show us a little basic respect."

"Oh, Lord Robert Guilliman."

The Custodian Marshal glanced at Lord Macragge with his dark eyes, and the emotion in his eyes caused the latter to feel a sharp irritation. "I will, but not until you realize who you really are."

Deep furrows formed between Guilliman's brows, and he was about to speak again, but Konrad Curze had already found this strength one step ahead of him.

The pale man with a gloomy face shook his head, and what he said next was like detonating a bomb in the air, and this bomb exploded directly on the face of the Marshal of the Imperial Army.

"Are you jealous, Constantine Waldo? For the dinner you were not invited to last night?"

The Custodian Marshal laughed again, and it wasn't such a gentle laugh.

He spoke softly: "Conrad Coz, I thought you would be different from them."

"for example?"

"Like, you should know some truth. So you shouldn't say that stupid thing."

"I don't like to play charades with people, so either you tell me what this so-called truth you have been deliberately obscuring is, or I will go back to our respective ships with my brothers."

After these words, Constantine Waldo suddenly revealed a hidden anger.Conrad Curze smiled, momentarily satisfied with what he had done to the Custodian Marshal.

He looked at the imperial army with his dark eyes, and made a silent invitation—come on, I know you want to continue, so come on, let's compete who can hurt each other more.I don't like you anyway, just like you don't like us.

Constantine Valdo refused.

"I lost my composure." He said calmly. "I apologize to you guys, I shouldn't have made me as naive as you guys."

Angron narrowed his eyes, Robert Guilliman shook his head slowly, and Conrad Curze raised the corners of his mouth without a smile—the next second, a bolt of lightning descended in the corridor.

"enough."

The owner of Lightning came slowly from the far end of the corridor, tall and stalwart, wearing a gray robe, the muscles on his arms were raised high, calluses persisted on his knuckles and palms, and the two golden wrist guards still existed On his wrist, it is shining at the moment.

A divine craftsman.

Guilliman couldn't help but feel absurd for his own thoughts—how could I think so?

He asked himself, but he didn't get an answer, and his thinking was stopped in the next second.

"My guard." The human lord slowly shook his head at the imperial guard who had knelt on one knee. "I'm just asking you to bring them instead of trying to conflict with them."

"I have failed your trust." The Marshal of the Forbidden Army replied in a low voice, as if trembling.

Angron stared at his perfectly flat back, the anger in his heart dissipated, and he had realized the true face of Constantine Waldo.Like them, he too is a weapon in the hands of the Emperor, but therein lies the difference.

They—the Primarchs—remained human, while Constantine Valdor did not.He is a broken machine, humanity shredded to and fro in sharp gears.

He's broken, and it's only going to get worse.

These words echoed endlessly in Nucerian's mind, causing him to shake his head silently.

"You have not," the Emperor replied calmly. "Stand up and go about your business—I want to be alone with my boys."

"Yes, my lord."

Constantine Valdor left quickly, without hesitation, without even looking back at the Primarchs.The lord of humanity nodded slightly to them: "I'm sorry for what just happened."

He has changed again.Guilliman thought.It was completely different from the appearance at the banquet yesterday.

The Lord of Macragge thought about it, trying to find a kind of neutrality, a possible pattern and trace—he would not admit it, but he did want to be closer to his father.

"I hope you don't take Constantine's words to heart." Said the giant wearing the laurel crown. "After all, he was speaking inadvertently, and remembering them won't help us in what we're going to do next."

"What are we going to do, father?" Robert Guilliman asked.His other two brothers remained silent.

"A meeting—as I said yesterday. But if you want more details."

The Lord of Humanity turned around and began to guide them, his voice still clearly heard in their ears: "I will call it a forewarning."

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