Chapter 592 The mysterious extreme warrior
"Back off!" Calgar yelled angrily.
He was already very ashamed of himself for hindering Guilliman's recovery, but at this moment, his Ultramarines actually spoke to Guilliman in this tone, which made him even more ashamed.
He didn't want to teach this Ultramarine how to speak to Guilliman, he just wanted this Ultramarine to disappear from his eyes as soon as possible.
"No, leave him here." Guilliman stopped Calgar.
Calga was slightly startled.
Guilliman stared at the visor of the Ultramarine. He grasped the Emperor's Sword again and slowly said: "Who are you?"
What's the meaning? Calga was stunned.
Could it be
"Take off your helmet and let me see your face!" Calgar's expression changed drastically.
"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is who you are." The ultramarine did not take off his face armor.
He looked at Guilliman.
In a daze, his figure actually swelled in front of everyone's eyes, becoming as tall as Guilliman!
Everyone felt a little incredible.
How did this happen?
The size of the power armor is fixed, so how can it become larger as the person's body grows larger?
Hallucination?
Among the crowd, only the Great Sage Kaul showed a unique expression of emotion. He stared directly at this mysterious ultramarine, his eyes full of shock.
"Who am I?" Guilliman asked.
He didn't take action because he smelled an unusual smell from this mysterious extreme warrior.
This feeling is familiar and strange at the same time.
"Lord of Ultramar, Primarch of the Thirteenth Legion, Son of the Emperor, Legendary Strategist," the mysterious Ultramarine said slowly, "You once had so many titles, and now ten thousand years later Wake up, things have changed, what is your wise brain thinking?"
"Ten thousand years have passed?" Guilliman couldn't help but feel moved.
He turned to Kalga and others for confirmation.
Calga nodded slowly: "Ten thousand years have passed since your sleep. The other original bodies have disappeared, and only you are still walking in the world."
Guilliman looked confused.
Ten thousand years have passed and the war is not over yet?
You know, it only took them a few hundred years to conquer the entire galaxy, but after the Horus Heresy, the loyalists actually fought against the traitors for ten thousand years?
Even for Guilliman, ten thousand years was too large a number.
How many tragic battles took place in the meantime, and how many people lost their lives in this war that has lasted for thousands of years and has not yet ended?
He couldn't help but feel dizzy.
"All my brothers are missing?" Guilliman asked, clutching the Emperor's Sword, "Including the traitors?"
Calga was silent for two seconds and then shook his head.
The loyal Primarchs have disappeared, but the traitors are still there. How much suffering has the Empire experienced in these ten thousand years?
"Where is my father?" Guilliman asked again.
Calgar replied: "The God-Emperor sits firmly on Terra, protecting every inch of the empire!"
Guilliman caught the key word and unconsciously raised his voice: "God Emperor? You actually call him God?"
He remembered that the Emperor hated being called a god.
For this reason, he was also sent to burn Luojia's perfect city, which indirectly led to Luojia's subsequent corruption.
Now, everyone openly regards the Emperor as a god?
What happened in the middle?
Why didn't the Emperor stop everyone from deifying him? It couldn't be possible, right? In that case, why did he send him to destroy the Perfect City in the first place?
What does Luo Jia think now?
At this moment, Guilliman felt suffocated.
He desperately wanted to see the Emperor.
He had a lot of questions he wanted to find answers to.
"Guilliman, have you figured out who you are?" the mysterious Ultramarine said.
Guilliman suddenly woke up.
He stared straight at the mysterious Ultramarine in front of him, as if he wanted to use his eyes to penetrate the thick power armor and directly see the appearance of this mysterious man.
There is no doubt that this is not his heir.
His descendants are psychic insulators like him and cannot learn witchcraft to make their bodies larger.
But the other party didn't seem to have any ill intentions.
More importantly, he felt a sense of intimacy.
This man's tone was calm but condescending. The last person who spoke to him in this tone was...
Guilliman was silent.
After a while, he said: "I need time to answer this question."
"You have time." The mysterious ultramarine replied slowly.
As soon as he finished speaking, the body of this mysterious extreme warrior gradually became transparent.
He disappeared in full view of everyone.
Ifreya looked at the place where the ultramarine disappeared with suspicion.
She didn't understand how this ultramarine disappeared.
If it was a psychic method, she should be able to feel it, unless the ultramarine's psychic level was much higher than hers.
Guilliman took a deep breath and looked around: "Now, I need your identities."
"Dear Primarch, I am here to fulfill the agreement between us." Great Sage Caul said slowly, "You should still remember me, right?"
Guilliman nodded slightly: "I didn't expect you to actually come."
"Ifreya, by the will of my god, I am here to lend a helping hand to the Great Sage." Ifreya greeted Guilliman.
"I am Calgar, your heir." Calgar lowered his head, "This is Macragge, I am the Chapter Master of the Ultramarines Legion, the temporary manager of Ultramar, and the supreme commander of this place. .”
Guilliman nodded slightly, gaining a further understanding of the current dire situation.
Macragge, as the pearl of the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar, was unexpectedly attacked by the enemy, and the enemy had an absolute advantage. Other places would never be any better than here.
Others in turn identified themselves to Guilliman.
Guilliman asked the living saint Celestine: "What is the specific situation of my father now?"
"The God-Emperor cannot leave Terra for some reasons, but his will and power can reach any corner of the galaxy." Celestine paused, "He is waiting for your visit."
Guilliman nodded slowly.
He noticed that there was still sparse artillery fire outside, and the war was not over yet.
"I will take command now."
The emperor shook his body, and the heavy power armor was taken off by countless pairs of invisible hands.
"We are here for experiments and can't help you with anything." said the security official of the coalition government. "You have been exposed. We cannot predict how your enemies will react. We hope you can ensure your own safety."
Warhammer 40,000 10,000 Years Later sucks.
They are a scientific research fleet and have no time left to do anything other than experiments.
The security officer paused and then continued: "Of course, if there is an emergency, I can apply for some support for you."
The emperor has a special status. While conducting experiments, the emperor's personal safety must also be guaranteed.
The emperor nodded slightly: "Thank you."
Although this is not his world, it is precisely because it is not his world that he can show off his talents and try things that he wanted to do in the past but did not do due to various reasons.
He has always wanted to know, can the Four Hawkers really die? (End of chapter)