40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 165 26. One-Day War ([-])
Robert Guilliman looked at the fallen Ultramarine and was puzzled.The man was lying on the ground, his face was so pale that it was almost horrifying, his eyes were closed tightly, and it was covered with blood.

Guilliman stared at the face, instinctively sensing something was wrong.His keen powers of observation came into play again at this moment - he was familiar with the appearance of everyone in the First Chapter, and this man
Who is this guy?Why doesn't he have the slightest impression of this person?
Guilliman lowered his head and looked at the blood-stained armor again. After observing for a while, he came to a conclusion that he couldn't believe.And the diagnosis of the pharmacist Misia happened to end at this moment.

"Primarch, Captain Marius needs to rest." Misia raised his head and looked at Guilliman. "he--"

"—Misia, what did you call him just now?" Guilliman frowned and interrupted him.

The latter looked at him blankly, not understanding what his Primarch meant, and so, after a brief silence, another took the job.

"He is Lord Marius Gage, Primarch. Don't you remember?"

With a sense of anxiety, Robert Guilliman turned his head away.He immediately recognized who the speaker was.Vladimir Arndt, a sergeant in the [-]rd Company, was good at suppressing fire and possessed a rationality that far surpassed the others.

He nodded to the sergeant. "It's good to see you're safe, Vladimir."

"I'm glad to see you're safe and well, too, but why are you—" The sergeant gestured incomprehensibly. "—Don't you remember the Chapter Master?"

Robert Guilliman lowered his head and looked again at the Marius Gage his sons were talking about.

He carefully observed the person lying on the ground with his eyes closed, and a sharp sound like fingernails scraping glass sounded in his mind.The pain that had disappeared before made a comeback at this moment.

The knife-like mist surged again, and Guilliman's cheek twitched inevitably.He clenched his fists, trying to avoid the discovery of his pain, but failed.

A burst of warm stickiness rushed out of his nostrils, and the sergeant then rushed forward: "Primum!"

Guilliman weakly raised a hand, motioning him not to help him.

He supported the rock wall with his dominant hand, and the power of the power glove caused extremely deep holes to appear on the surface of the rough stone.Lord Macragge gasped, and there was a slight grunt in his throat.

— Yes, Marius Gage, yes.

How could he forget, how could he forget...?Guilliman clenched his teeth in pain, and more blood gushed from his nostrils, and the blood flow continued.He gasps violently, trying to recall every detail, every conversation about Marius Gage.

These things have been kept deep in his memory in the past, and he and his children get along like friends, brothers, and relatives—the complicated relationship has not affected their precious feelings for each other.

Guilliman took all of this down, he was a man of action, but he still allowed himself these precious flashes.

And now, one of his treasures, his memory.
is passing.

Moments passed without stopping.

"No, no, I won't allow it!"

Robert Guilliman whispered, and the dominant hand he used to support himself exerted a sudden force, scratching and breaking the entire rock wall in an instant.The stones rustled down and fell to the ground, and there was an empty echo between the collisions.

Vladj Arndt and the others watched their primarch warily, not understanding what was going on.

Guilliman turned his head after a brief silence, and he looked at Marius Gage again, at his First Chapter Master—that face he had just remembered, but now it was Completely unfamiliar.

He only remembered the name, he remembered Marius Gage, he remembered the First Chapter Master, but he couldn't connect the two nouns.Howling with grief, Guilliman trembled with his head thrown back.

The sergeant of the third company finally couldn't bear it anymore, he stepped forward and tried to talk to the Primarch: "My lord, what on earth are you—"

"—I forgot who he was," Guilliman replied in a low voice. "I forgot who Marius Gage was, and I can't remember."

At this moment, Vladj Arndt looked as if he couldn't understand Gothic, and he gave a weak response, and Guilliman had turned his head to look at the pharmacist.

His gaze was so serious that the apothecary was at once painfully bewildered.

Although he didn't understand what the Primarch was trying to do, he puffed out his chest and accepted Robert Guilliman's review.After a full half a minute, the Primarch of the Ultramarines spoke again.

"You pharmacist, what's your name?"

"I—" The pharmacist's hands trembled, and he was unable to give an answer for a long time.Robert Guilliman's reaction was greater than his, and the Primarch gasped violently.The sergeant who had been standing beside him immediately supported him, but Guilliman tried to make him let go—the struggle was so slight that Vladji Arndt was terrified.

"I am forgetting you." Lord Macragge said slowly. "I don't know why, but I'm definitely forgetting that you were first Marius Gage, and then you—pharmacist, what's your name?"

"I" Misia sounded as if she was dead. "I am Misia, Primarch, Pharmacist of the [-]st Company."

"I have forgotten two people." Guilliman said in a low voice.

"Who knows if I've forgotten more people? My memory is passing, surprisingly fast. Just a few minutes ago I remembered who Misia really was, and now, I don't know anything about him except his name .If this symptom is allowed to develop, I think, sooner or later, I will forget all of you."

Silence, dead silence.In the end, it was Vladimir Arndt, with what could be called extreme rationality, who forced himself to speak.

At this moment, the sergeant's face looked haggard as if it had aged many years out of thin air.With a half-smile, half-cry expression, he nodded towards his Primarch: "That means we can't waste any time, right, Primarch?"

"."

"The Primarch?"

Robert Guilliman looked at the sergeant in silence, and asked him a question in the despair of the latter's twitching cheeks: "Who are you?"

Vladimir Arndt's pride, the rationality that made him boast of 'I'm closer to the Primarch than you are' after drunk disappeared, and now standing there was a man who was almost collapsed.

Guilliman stood up, and the sharp sound like fingernails rubbing against glass was heard again and again, never stopping, it had never rang through so violently.

He looked at everyone present—some he recognized, others he had forgotten.Some Ultramarines without helmets looked as pale as their cousins ​​from the Eighth Legion.

Guilliman was amazed at his rationality at the moment: Why am I still paying attention to this kind of thing?

He has no answer, he just knows that he is forgetting - without a moment, everything is gone.The billowing mist swept in, rushing out from the dark corner that he could not see or touch, covering his face layer by layer until it suffocated him.

Guilliman fell to his knees, with blood gushing out of his nostrils, mixed with cerebrospinal fluid and brain tissue. The former could still be explained as a sequelae of concussion, but the latter is almost impossible from a medical point of view.

Misia stared at all this tremblingly, unable to make any response.Fortunately, the heavy sound of the Primarch's fall woke the sergeant, and Vladisk immediately rushed to help him up, but Guilliman did not respond.

There was nothing in his blue eyes now, and after a few minutes, he slowly raised his head, an inhuman rage gathered on that face.

"Who are you?!"

Guilliman growled at one of his sons and shook his hand away. "Where's Captain Melotus?! Ask him to come see me, immediately!"

He stood up and shattered the rock with a wave of his arm—it wasn't like Robert Guilliman used to, he had always mastered his power so well that even shaking hands with a mortal wouldn't hurt him.

But what about him now?He now looks like—like a moving
natural disaster.

"Send to the Arch of Plana! And the Senate! Surround them! The others come with me to the Palace of the Regents! How dare they rebel? How dare they try to murder my father?"

Howling these broken and chaotic sentences in despair and fury, the Primarch rushed into the darkness. The Ultramarines stepped forward without hesitation, trying to catch up, but were stopped.

"Stop!" Vladimir Arndt raised his bolt gun with a pale face, and fired a shot at the rock wall.

Rocks and dust rolled down, leaving him in disgrace.He looked as if he was dead, or not—the Ultramarines looked at him, and time ticked by, until finally, Vladimir Arndt's rationality prevailed.

"The Primarch's memory is having problems," the sergeant said rationally and desperately.

"As he himself said, he is forgetting us, and this process...very quickly. He has even forgotten that he met us. Now he even thinks he is on Macragge."

"The passage he just said was his own words when his adoptive father, Lord Conor Guilliman, was assassinated. I once heard the story told by the Primarch, and he used it to warn us not to be like him at that time. Getting carried away with anger. And we have to learn that lesson."

"How do we do it, Sergeant?" asked the pharmacist, his voice faint as a bug's, bewildered.

"We...we fight," said Sergeant Vladj Arndt of the [-]rd Company of the Ultramarines [-]st Chapter. "We fight until we find him again, and then we'll figure out how to fix him."

　After the update is complete, it will be about [-] tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)