Chapter 416 Black and Red, Plans in the Shadows (3) Jun Wu Xiyan
A long tragedy that lasted for hundreds of years finally came to a satisfactory ending with the help of the audience.
As the audience, after a short stay, they will eventually have to shoulder their own missions and responsibilities and leave this stage called Placedia.
Carrying the armor and remains of the Sons of Guilliman, Calvin and others returned all the way to the entrance to the Webway.
After refilling the seal with their own hands, Calvin and others watched the ancient portal sink into the lava underground again. them
After briefly dealing with the battlefield outside the webway, they set off on the road back to the surface.
At this time, the ground in Presdia was busy. In addition to the response fleet already in place on the orbit, there were more Astartes and mortal servants wearing the blue of Ultramar.
The investigation and cleanup of the Sons of Guilliman on the ground is being carried out in an orderly manner in the hands of those directly affiliated with the Ultramarines parent group.
The fortress monastery centered on the Desolate Plains was filled with the mortal legions of the Ultramar Realm. They were ordered to take over the defense here and send the original garrison to the direction of Ultramar for judgment.
The constant flow of traffic on the ground and the fighter planes flying from time to time in the sky are non-stop day and night, transporting hundreds of thousands of convicted people to the star port from various defense nodes across the planet's continent.
This is the chain reaction that occurs when a battle group that has been established for thousands of years is uprooted.
Throughout the entire planet and even the entire galaxy, the huge population of people who serve them and provide military service will be re-identified and adjusted by the Empire. Ultramar will sentence them to different crimes based on their relationship with the Sons of Guilliman.
Hundreds of millions of people in the entire galaxy will be displaced, and may be on the road to continuous exile throughout their lives.
And this is not the end, it is even just the beginning. The overthrow of a war group is like the death of a giant tree. Its influence will last for centuries in the nearby star sector, and will have a more or less long-term impact on the strategic situation of the entire star sector.
At least several Rogue Traders will lose their passes, at least hundreds of noble inheritances will be interrupted, at least dozens of remote planets will lose their original protection, and at least billions of people will have their fates rewritten.
After arriving on the surface, Calvin and his comrades walked against the huge flow of traffic descending from the star port on the central avenue leading to the nearby apron.
A large number of people who were ordered to migrate were marching on the roads on both sides. In order to avoid causing more trouble, Calvin released a simple hypnotic order on everyone.
In the eyes of these mortals who were not strong-willed enough, he and the people behind him were no different from the Ultramarines on guard in the mountains on both sides of the road.
When mortals saw them, they prostrated on both sides of the road, praying to these tall demigods to forgive their crimes and avoid their fate of wandering.
In the eyes of these ultramarines, the laws on the Gray Knights and Imperial Guards cannot block their sight.
Led by a figure as tall as a mountain, these powerful and mysterious knights in silver armor are walking with heavy steps, draped in the sunset of Presdia, together with the emperor's adamantine eagle guards. .
The resolute aura of Guilliman's heir rarely wavered under this sacred and magnificent scene.
They hesitated for a moment, wondering whether they should pay tribute to the leader who made them feel intimidated and nervous.
This situation was quickly resolved after the arrival of adjutant Sulla.
Having just stepped out of the Thunder Eagle on the tarmac, he was keenly aware of the strangeness of Calvin's group and company soldiers in the distance, and he knew both of Calvin's and dark identities.
The identity of this group of people was instantly confirmed in his mind, and as a representative of the Ultramarines, he immediately sent greetings to Calvin.
This was the result of what the Ultramarines captain specifically told him before he descended from orbit. It was also his instinctive reaction to Calvin after seeing these Gray Knights.
They were so special that even if they were wearing other armor, Sulla would recognize them instantly.
Underneath the seemingly similar perseverance they possess with all Astartes, they have a completely different cultural heritage.
That was a concept that he couldn't fully understand at the moment, but "they" were like a candle in the dark night, not grand but still conspicuous.
It is a kind of belief after giving up honor and rights. It is a kind of determination that after witnessing endless darkness and despair, it still decides to protect.
Without hesitation, Sulla strode forward, and as soon as the Primarch laid eyes on him, the young champion swordsman showed him respect for a Legion Master with the full Aquila ceremony.
Seeing this, the surrounding Ultramarines no longer had any worries. From the high points on both sides of the road, they paid tribute to Calvin with gun/sword salutes.
Seeing this, the original body also slowly stopped. The twelve-man Honor Guard and the Imperial Guards had been cooperating for a long time, and they split into two lines in a tacit understanding without making a sound.
The original body looked down at the "young man" in front of him who was probably older than him, feeling the "kindness" in him, without showing his inner aversion to this kind of etiquette.
At this point, he is the same as the man sitting on the golden throne. They never feel that they are nobler than others. They are all given special missions by fate, and it is because of these missions that they are where they are today. .
"Get up. There is no affiliation between you and me. I think your... legion doesn't like this kind of etiquette." Calvin said softly.
Obscure spiritual energy fluctuations spread from his vocal cords, quietly increasing the appeal of his words.
This is one of the rare occasions when the Primarch actively uses this ability. Unlike the Emperor, his secret attributes naturally rarely require the opportunity to speak.
But today's scene really embarrassed him. In order to get the diplomat of the Ultramarines to get up as soon as possible, he had no choice but to activate this ability again.
"Yes." Sura was easily persuaded and stood up simply.
This is actually not consistent with the aristocratic education he received in Ultramar, nor is it consistent with his awe of the people in front of him.
But this was also his first time living with such a being. The tension and excitement filled his mind with every detail of the original body. His normally calm mind was completely gone, so he naturally ignored this horrifying detail. .
The people behind the original body looked at each other in secret. Well, this is another little guy who was successfully deceived by his leader...
All of this was not noticed by Sulla, who was now completely attracted by Calvin.
This is not because his will is weak, on the contrary, it is very difficult for him to speak so completely when facing a Primarch for the first time.
A living Primarch?
A living Legion Master?
What a legendary existence is this?
And the identity of the person in front of him is even more special. He and his heirs can be said to be fighting on the most mysterious front in the empire.
As far as he knew, they didn't even appear in the Empire's official propaganda.
The person in front of him who is suspected to be the Primarch is even more mysterious. With the Ultramarines' deep roots in the empire, he has only been vaguely understood in recent years.
who is he?
Why wasn't his name among the original Legion Masters?
Where are his legions?
None of their achievements will be publicized, and none of their sacrifices will be remembered.
Don't they care about this?
Confused thoughts were jumping in the young adjutant's mind, but the things carried by everyone in front of him reminded him of other things.
"What is this?" He pointed at the power armor on the backs of the Gray Knights and Imperial Guards, but he slowly began to feel nervous.
Although he was extremely familiar with those armors, he still wanted to ask this question, or he already knew the owners of these armors, but what he needed to know more was the significance of their appearance here.
If the being in front of him wants to take these armors that represent the blood of his legion as trophies, then he and the battle group behind him will be in an extremely embarrassing situation.
And what if we want to stop this gentleman? The throne is on you, he hasn't reached that level of arrogance yet...
"No need to be nervous, this is just for you." Calvin said softly.
Putting himself in someone else's shoes, he knew everything about Sura's thoughts, and naturally understood where Sura's embarrassment came from. He took the first step and placed the armor behind him on the ground, and the people behind him also followed suit.
Sulla looked at the original body in confusion, and the original body responded with a smile:
"For specific documentation, I have ordered the Tribunal to send an official document to the Ministry. And if nothing unexpected happens, then the Sons of Guilliman Chapter does not meet the Tribunal's criteria for identifying traitors."
"Are you serious?" After hearing this, Sulla ignored the awe of the original body and asked hurriedly before the former finished speaking.
Because the impact of this sentence is so important that even describing it with the word "a thousand pieces of gold" is too vague.
This sentence not only determines the fate of the remaining Sons of Guilliman, but also affects the fate of these people of the Empire who are being forcibly relocated;
This is not only a re-recognition of the Sons of Guilliman Chapter, but also a guarantee from Calvin on behalf of Terra to the entire Ultramarine Star Territory.
When he raised his head, he realized that the original body was already walking towards the tarmac. After hearing his question, the original body just waved to him from a distance:
"You have no joke."
Yes, the Honor Guard and Imperial Guards laughed silently after hearing this sentence.
You have no joke, "you" have no joke.
Our leader is finally starting to look like a big shot...
The update collapsed, and the double update plan failed again... The old rule is to publish first and then change, I will check myself first...