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"Brother Tigurias, stop her!" Calga couldn't believe that Tigurias was actually on the enemy's side, and said like a request and an order.
Tigurias didn't react at all, just shook his head with a wry smile.
He knew that the so-called minor surgery that Call was talking about was to have the Gene Father be killed by the alien before he put on the armor.
But this plan is definitely feasible.
Tigurias could understand Calgar's attitude. A Mechanicus sage leading an alien into the Hall of the Holy Sepulchre was enough to make people furious, not to mention that the alien wanted to strike at the Father of Genes... Calgar did not go crazy on the spot. It is already an expression of the pinnacle of rationality of the human species.
Calgar didn't say anything more. He, his guards, and all the Ultramarines in the Hall of the Holy Sepulchre moved towards the throne from the front and both sides.
A series of explosive bombs hit Caul's personal shield. Caul looked at Tigurias, who nodded to him, indicating that he should let go and leave the rest to himself.
Tigurias's attitude was something Kaul had not expected. His backup plan was to rather resurrect the original body than to have a bloody conflict if he could not convince Calgar. This was a step that could only be taken when the situation forced him to do so.
But Tigurias may serve as an improvement factor and have a positive impact on the implementation of the backup plan.
After a brief thought, Caul immediately turned off the stasis field and put the sacred box down.
Celestine dives towards Calgar and fights him.
Thousand Faces, who protects Efreni, entangles the four guard members with fierce swordsmanship.
Tigurias stood in front of Caul and Efreni, using his psychic powers to repel all the battle brothers who wanted to rush over.
Evrené had thrust her sword into Guilliman's neck after the stasis field disappeared. Guilliman must die first and then be revived with the power of death.
At this moment, Calgar, who had knocked back Celestine with one punch, looked at the throne and roared at Tigurias: "Stop them! Brother Tigurias!"
The latter continued to use spiritual energy to repel all those who came close, and then shook his head helplessly at Calga.
The think tank director's response filled Calgar with a sense of fear, for the first time ever.
The alien sword pierced Guilliman's neck.
The sacred box opened, and while it was humming, it began to spread and amplify, gradually wrapping around Guilliman like a piranha. The heat released by this device obscured the sight of everyone present.
Calgar fought off the living saints, charging desperately at the xenos and Caul to make them pay.
But just one meter away from Caul, Calgar suddenly stopped and looked at the throne in astonishment.
The heat gradually dissipated.
Guilliman, the Primarch of the Ultramarines, was sitting on the throne as before, but at this time he was no longer a dying man, and the surging vitality filled his huge body.
Every Ultramarine in the Hall of the Holy Sepulchre felt excited and excited because their genetic father was scanning them with his eyes.
So all the Ultramarines fighting in the hall stopped, and one by one they knelt down on one knee facing Guilliman.
Chapter 322 Anxiety and Despair
"Call."
The Primarch's voice echoed through the hall.
When Belisarius Caul heard this cry, he first drove his huge body to bow to the original body, and then shook his head helplessly: "If there is any other way, I don't want to do this."
Guilliman nodded.
This demigod's brain can infer what is happening here just based on the current situation it sees.
Guilliman was still in a daze, looking at Calgar.
Calgar wanted to explain, but Guilliman just smiled and nodded, not needing him to say anything.
Calgar had mixed feelings at this time. He wanted to use the highest level of etiquette to thank Caul and his group, but he also wanted to beat them hard with his power punch.
If he could also prophesy and knew that whatever outrageous things Caul did was really to resurrect the Gene Father, then he could even do it himself on behalf of the Eldar... But he is not Tigurias, in the Gene Father What he saw before his resurrection was a Mechanicus sage and two aliens trying to completely extinguish the last vestiges of life of the Gene Father.
"Don't listen to them!"
"They're going to make the Alien Hand Blade Prime!"
A shout suddenly came from outside the Hall of the Holy Sepulchre, and then there was the sound of high heels stepping on the ground.
Greyfax, who tried her best to escape from the Explorer King, entered the hall, and while walking, she told what she learned through psychic means on the Explorer King about the discussion between Caul and the alien.
Greyfax entered the hall, met Guilliman's eyes, and then froze on the spot.
"It seems you are a little late," Guilliman said with a smile.
The Thirteenth Primarch had a little more humor than his brothers.
Guilliman looked at his heirs and guests, hoping to see the same smile on their faces.
But the Ultramarines, including Calgar and Tigurias, had no expressions, as if they had been trudging through suffering for so long that they had forgotten how to move their facial muscles.
Guilliman suddenly felt something bad at this moment, and he realized that human beings were not the same as before.
"Times have changed." Kaul shook his head helplessly.
Guilliman wanted to obtain information about this era, so he motioned for everyone except Caul to leave first.
A long conversation began.
The Primarch spoke to Caul first, then called Calgar in to talk, followed by Tigurias, the other Ultramarines, and even the xenos.
Even those who had not had the honor of speaking to the Primarch stood outside the hall, simply wanting to spend some time closer to the Gene-Father.
In conversation after conversation, Guilliman figured out what the Empire looked like now, and what the current situation in the galaxy looked like.
The hall door kept opening and closing.
Calga quietly stood by the door and observed Gene's father's expression when he opened the door, and found that not only was he unhappy, but he was becoming more and more serious.
When Efrenie came out and Greyfax was called in, Calgar noticed that the Gene Father sitting on the throne had become anxious. Before he could take a second look, the door was closed.
"The Primarch is not in a good mood." Cawl walked over to Calgar and looked down at him.
"Why?" Calgar was puzzled, "Ultramar still exists, and the war group is thriving..."
"You've done well, and he thinks highly of you, so don't worry that you've caused the Primarch to become unhappy," said Cawl.
Calgar breathed a sigh of relief, then felt honored and satisfied.
……
"How did the empire become what it is now?"
When Greyfax came to Guilliman, the first words she heard were questions.
However, there is also some meaning of complaining or confiding in this sentence.
Greyfax looked up to his primarch.
The Primarch sat on the throne, his elbows on his knees, his hands covering his forehead, the skin on his forehead wrinkled together.
Greyfax felt like he had found a soulmate.
“Everything my dad and I fought for is gone.”
The Primarch complained.
"The imperial truth that advocates reason and science was replaced by the state religion, and mankind returned to ignorance and ignorance, and suffered a lot for it."
"Most of the world is like a hell built for torture. People generally live in misery. All they can do is kneel on the ground and pray to my father in front of the state church priest... If one of my brothers sees the current empire , he will definitely laugh out loud.”
"The only thing that makes me feel relieved is that there is still a trace of reason left in the five hundred worlds."
Greyfax listened. She also believed in the truth of the empire. She had been melancholy as early as the Battle of Cartier, especially when she heard other people talking about the God Emperor and talking about the Living Saint.
"I can understand your feelings." Greyfax nodded, "When I saw them worshiping a mutant with wings, I felt that the empire was getting more and more... something like that."
"Tyron Sector, what's going on in this sector?" Guilliman suddenly asked, "Call said it's pretty good there."
Hearing this inquiry, Greyfax frowned and thought for a moment, then nodded with a smile: "Yeah, it's not bad. The people in that sector were a thorn in the side of the state church before, and the priests there would even be infected by the inhumane. The plague of faith.”
"Now they've gotten better. Even the soulless can find a place there. Can you believe that the soulless can go to school and work there?"
"Reason, science. The latest investigation by the Tribunal shows that the school in that sector where only the soulless people attend has even begun to teach about demons. In their courses, demons are called subspace creatures, and rituals that can suppress demons are called counterattacks. Subspace biological means.”
Guilliman listened carefully. He could tell from the fact that there was a school for the soulless in the Tyrone sector that this sector was indeed good.
And just when Guilliman thought it was a rational benchmark sector, Greyfax extinguished his hopes.
"The Tyrones can live like this not because they are more rational and wise than most Imperials, but because the reality structure of their sector is more stable and there is a super technological heretic leading them."
"Rationality is a luxury product now, ten thousand years later. Whether you have this luxury product or not has nothing to do with your moral character."
"The Tyrones use hateful intelligence, do not believe in the national religion, and are seriously opposed to the Inquisition. The spies sent by the Inquisition will die quietly. Only the information their intelligence department is willing to disclose to the Inquisition will flow out of the sector... …”
Speaking of this, Greyfax looked at the original body's somewhat sad look and continued in a solemn tone: "From a certain point of view, the Tyrone sector is no different from human forces such as Ran Dan ten thousand years ago. Even To the current empire ten thousand years later, they are more of a threat than Ran Dan."
Guilliman knew that Greyfax must have opinions about the Tyrone Sector. Such opinions were one-sided and should not be fully believed, but he was not naive enough to think that the Tyrone Sector did not pose any threat.
"What you said makes sense." Guilliman nodded and looked at the top of the Hall of the Holy Sepulchre. "But I think the Tribunal should have appropriate tolerance. If people are living in hell, then they will inevitably Respond to the devil’s temptations.”
Chapter 323 That big boy
Greyfax walked out of the Hall of the Holy Sepulchre.
Just when everyone thought the conversation was over, Greyfax motioned for Evelyn to come in.
Efreni had just come out, and the original body obviously came to see her for something else, so she walked in.
The door is closed.
"Do you know more about the Tyrone Sector?" Guilliman asked.
In the few seconds after Greyfax left, Guilliman thought carefully about the Tyrone sector, and one doubt after another emerged one after another.
Evrene knew what Guilliman wanted to ask: "You want to know the reason for the existence of the Tyrone Sector, right?"
Guilliman nodded.
This question is not only confused by Guilliman, but also by the Death Army and some prophets.
Efreni recalled that Prophet Eldrad had discussed matters with her about the Talon sector, so she informed Guilliman of the results of the discussion.
"We have some contact with this star region..."
"If our judgment is correct, the people in this sector are following something ancient and terrifying."
"Star God."