40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 79 77. The Ultimate Warriors (Part 3, [-]k)

Time does not stop at anyone's will.It treats everyone equally, even those who have the ability to extend their life by replacing body parts, but also suffer from its ruthless and fair passage.

They may be able to live longer than ordinary people, but their skin will also wrinkle, and the replaced organs will also age.However, for Conrad Koz, he hoped that the time could be extended for a moment.

He didn't ask much, just hoped that 1 minute could become 180 seconds, so that he could have more time to choose the clothes needed for the meeting.

"Isn't that a little too frivolous?" he asked his first company commander slightly worried. "This gown, Fulgrim said, was for a banquet."

Van Cleef didn't speak for the first time, he looked at the gleaming black dress with dovetail and silver trim on the edge of the garment, and coughed: "...it's really suitable for banquets, Primarch."

Conrad Koz naturally heard what he meant.

"So, what about this one?"

He turned to pick up another one, this jacket has a typical consul temperament, high collar, clean lines and so simple that it has a style of its own.If Van Cleef were to choose, he would naturally choose this one without hesitation.

However, in the meeting 10 minutes later, he was not the main character.

And even if he is, there are some things that make him choose that luxurious dress while pinching his nose.

So he just nodded. "It's not fit for a banquet, Primarch."

".What kind of banquet is not a banquet?"

Curz turned his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "There's a meeting, a meeting, in 10 minutes, Van Cleef. Aren't they all already connected with us? You told me that."

"Um"

The first company commander let out a slightly dry grunt from his throat, and after a short silence, he said, "Maybe there are, Primarch."

"Ok?"

Curz turned his head with raised eyebrows, and looked at Van Cleef inquiringly.The company commander was finally defeated after looking at each other briefly, and had to express some of his guesses and worries.

"Actually, the situation of the logistics fleet is a bit complicated. Apart from the basic escort fleet, there are also many Ultramarines on board to carry out security work together. As for the specific situation, we don't know yet. We only know that the leader is a famous An officer of Lucretius Corvo."

Curz frowned, he was really puzzled now.

"Coming here from the Ultimate Starfield, such a long-term security job is not an easy task for anyone. They have worked hard, but what people who have traveled long distances need are hot food and safe food. Rest. What's the matter with the banquet?"

"No, I mean Primarchs, they—I mean—anyway, uh"

"You can say whatever you want, Van Cleef, do you still have to cover up the conversation between you and me?" Curz chuckled helplessly.

Lianchang took a deep breath.

"All in all, I'd say the Ultramarines probably think of banquets as a commonplace thing."

"Normal?"

"Yes. Lord Robert Guilliman had a famous saying. He took the banquet after victory for granted, just as bolters should be accompanied by bolters. In fact, during several of our meetings with the Ultramarines They all showed this strong tendency when they were working together—I mean, after every victory, they had a banquet, and it was a very luxurious banquet that didn't let you drink to your heart's content."

A long series of words that made death like home silenced the Lord of the Eighth Legion.

This is the first time Van Cleef has said so many words in one breath in front of him. For him, this moment should be rare and worth remembering.But now he doesn't know whether to write it down or not.

"...primarch?" The first company commander looked at him cautiously. "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine." Conrad Koz said lightly. "I figured I'd better hurry up and decide what to wear to meet them next"

He sighed inevitably, and began to worry about what he would do if he really needed to have a party.

Now, in the warehouse of the Nightfall, there is not even a bottle of beer left.
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Lucretius Corvo adjusted his clothes with a gloomy expression.

He wasn't wearing power armor, and rightfully so—who would wear armor and a weapon when meeting a Primarch when it wasn't in combat?
The fact that the exalted Primarch had only recently returned to the Imperium did not mean that he should not be respected.

If anyone dares to think so, Corvo will tell him what respect means in the name of Robert Guilliman.

After all, Lord Macragge was overjoyed to hear of his new brother's existence.He didn't say so, but all Ultramarines could see the change in mood of their genetic father.

In fact, Lucretius Corvo would never have gone here with five hundred Ultramarines had it not been for Robert Guilliman's orders.

Looking in the mirror, he silently read the name of the planet.

Nostramo.

From the porthole of a ship, Nostramo is a gloomy planet.Corvo had seen many planets, but this one stood out to him—rarely had he seen a completely gloomy planet.

How would people survive without light?
This question crossed his mind, and then quickly slipped away.

He adjusted his collar one last time, and now, in the mirror, he looked very solemn.

He's shaved and pomaded, and the blue turtleneck embroidered with gold thread is solemnly silent on him, with an Ultramarines crest gleaming on his right shoulder.Looking in the mirror, Corvo gave a stiff smile.

And then chagrin—inevitably, chagrin.

How did it happen?Why are you so nervous?The Ultramarines and Guilliman will lose face, Lucretius Corvo!How can you be so nervous? !

He roared to himself in his heart, but his face remained calm.But it didn't matter—or, it couldn't be a worry for him anymore.

Because the door of his room had been pushed open.The door's automatic identification system was broken during the voyage, and since then, anyone has to manually push it open to enter.Accompanied by the sound of low metal clashes, an official with a tired face stood in front of the door.

"Lord Lucretius Corvo." He numbly made a Skyhawk salute, then raised his right hand, and a stack of documents shook gently on it. "According to your request, I have classified the list of supplies again."

"Thank you, Bareklow."

"Don't thank me yet," the officer muttered. "Please don't let me participate in the dinner later, just say I'm sick, I just want to sleep for 24 Terra hours now"

Shaking his head, Lucretius Corvo walked to the door and took the stack of documents.He didn't even look at them, but carefully put them into the lining of his jacket.

He didn't worry about them bending, the document paper produced by the Empire was very stiff.In fact, over the years, the Ministry of Government Affairs has spent a considerable part of its expenditure on treating cuts on the hands of newly appointed officials.

"I'll let Lord Conrad Curze know." Corvo said in an affirmative tone.

He regretted it after he finished speaking, and felt that he was reckless, but Baraclow's bright eyes made it difficult for him to say the words of refusal.And, in fact, he could see that the official had reached his limit.

Otherwise, who wouldn't want to see a Primarch in person?

"Goodbye, then." Bareklo happily saluted him again, and left.

Corvo looked at his back, shook his head, turned around, and walked in the opposite direction.

He held his head high and walked calmly in the corridor. The boots made of expensive animal skins were shining, and his whole body seemed to be shining, but his two hearts were beating fast.

Five minutes later, he reached a deck through a huge black arch.

His brothers were already there waiting for him.They lined up, each dressed in a different way, yet maintaining an apparent regularity, order, and harmony.The most critical point is that everyone is very in line with the dress code.

Lucretius Corvo nodded in satisfaction.His adjutant came forward, his face expressionless, his eyes twitching and he whispered: "Sir, the cuff of your right sleeve is not buttoned."

Corvo was terrified.

He lowered his head, snapped it on, and then took a deep breath: "Thank you for your reminder."

"You're welcome." The adjutant said blankly. "Just, I want to know what phalanx we should use to go out and board the Nightfall?"

Corvo did not answer this sentence for the time being, but asked another question: "Where are the people from Mechanicus?"

"They have completed the docking an hour ahead of us." Lucretius Corvo's adjutant said. "Actually, they've been at work while we've been picking out our clothes. They're cleaning Nostramo's atmosphere."

"What?!" Corvo was shocked. "Why didn't the priest tell me?"

"...Sir, the Empire and Mechanicum are allies. In theory, he is an officer of the same level as you. So why does he report to you?"

"These damned red-robed freaks"

"Cough." The adjutant raised his head and said expressionlessly. "Be careful, sir."

Lucretius Corvo didn't say anything more, he just took a deep breath, and said loudly: "Use the ninth formation, my brothers! Remember, you must not shame our father! Keep your demeanor, Stay classy, ​​stay what you're supposed to be!"

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