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They were not on Guilliman's side, but they could see the situation on Guilliman's side. Celestine did not want Guilliman to die even more than the Ultramarines.
"Why don't you just kill him?" Huron's voice reached Carlos' ears.
"Because I can't kill him, and I don't know why." Carlos lied first, and then told the truth, "Killing him directly will not satisfy my master. I will let Guilliman endure torture that goes deep into his soul, and then he will Will succumb to torture and become corrupted... This is what my master wants."
Huron just said that he knew that servants of the dark gods like Carlos liked to do inexplicable things, just like no one knew why the Khorne demon did not immediately rush to the next battlefield after the war but instead chopped off his head... …
At least Kalos did, it captured Guilliman.
Everyone gets what they want, and Huron will not and cannot interfere with what Carlos wants to do.
"Bring them to New Badab and use your sorcery to make a prison," Huron said. "Then leave the Macragge's Glory. This flagship is now mine."
Chapter 343 Emperor’s Champion
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New Badab Blackstone Fortress.
Guilliman and all his companions were taken to the dungeon at the bottom of the fortress. There were no technological devices in this dungeon, only a sorcery prison set by Carlos.
Blue flames are burning around a vast space. These blue flames will not burn anyone or objects. People who are close to it will only feel that the flame is solid.
The flame itself seemed indestructible, and the world outside the flame seemed very close and yet very far away.
Guilliman was chained and tied against the wall.
A chain connected Caul's neck to Guilliman's, and the Ultramarines were tied to the appendages of Caul's massive body.
Things are looking slightly better for Celestine and Greyfax.
"I have to admit, they have a way of torturing people," Greyfax said.
The Inquisitor and the Living Saint were tied back to back, which was an added torture for Greyfax, who hated Celestine.
Perhaps it was because they looked like they were mortals, tied back to back just like other mortals.
Guilliman glanced at the Living Saint and the Inquisitor, then looked at Evrené: "I'm sorry, I..."
"Stop talking, big boy." Efreni looked helpless, "It's all because of the damn ritual. Even if you won't be captured in battle, you will be captured for 999 other reasons. To a certain extent...this is pretty good."
"Father, this is not your fault," one of the Ultramarines said.
"They are right, Son of God," Celestine agreed.
Everyone nodded.
But after saying this, everyone looked a little helpless.
The Ultramarines were reminded that this was not the first time that Genefather had taken advantage of him in battle, leaving him alone and in trouble.
If Guilliman had been able to sit on the bridge just now, he probably wouldn't have been captured by the demons smoothly.
But I have to admit that the alien named Efreni is right. Being affected by the ritual here in the Maelstrom, it is inevitable to escape.
Everyone was silent.
Until a few words reached everyone's ears.
"Okay, old guy, get in here."
"Call me old man? Go wash your neck later and wait for me to chop off your head with the black sword."
"You better have this chance."
After a few conversations, the prison's flames disappeared, and then a black-armored Space Marine was thrown into the prison.
"It seems we are not the only ones who are so unlucky, huh?" Greyfax looked at the black-armored Space Marine and recognized that he was probably from the Black Templar.
However, this guy's outfit is a bit too fancy, with a golden crown on his head and some golden lines on his armor.
"Primarch?!"
"Are you a son of Dorne?"
Guilliman and the black-armored warrior looked at each other.
After being stunned and stunned, the black-armored warrior saluted Guilliman as best he could under the restraints: "My name is Marius, the Emperor's Champion of the Black Templars."
"Emperor's Champion?" Celestine looked at Marius, glanced up and down, and suddenly recalled that he had seen him on Cadia.
Marius, the current Emperor's Champion of the Black Templars.
"Nice to meet you again, saint," Marius greeted Celestine.
During the battle for the Celestial Engine in the Battle of Cartier, he and Celestine faced the enemy directly on the plain between two rows of weapon arrays.
"Why are you here?" Celestine asked.
"Alas." Marius sighed first, and then slowly told the reason why he was here.
Since the Battle of Cartier, Marius has returned to the Chapter to hunt down the traitors to the Chapter.
A week ago, he was chasing a recruit named Sefro. This recruit awakened psychic powers and betrayed the Chapter. He must die... Then on the way to pursue the recruit, he encountered a subspace storm when he was about to enter the maelstrom. When the ship When I escaped from the storm, I happened to appear at Huron's lair.
"A two-headed birdman holding a scepter captured me. I wanted to die in battle, but I couldn't even move my own arms." Marius said and looked at Guilliman, although he didn't He continued, but everyone understood that his situation at that time was similar to that of the original body.
"This is the guidance of the God Emperor!" Celestine suddenly became excited, "He guided you here."
Hearing this, Marius shook his head slightly: "I guess not, otherwise I would have brought a large group of battle brothers with me when I traveled here."
"God Emperor? My father is not a god!"
When Celestine wanted to continue speaking, Guilliman suddenly interrupted.
Celestine looked at the original body helplessly: "I don't know how to make you understand...but the God-Emperor is really a god."
"The Emperor is not a god!" Greyfax interrupted, "The Primarch is right!"
The Inquisitor was very dissatisfied with the words of the living saint. She could not slap Celestine now, so she could only push Celestine to the corner with her back.
"The bad nature of barbaric races." Qian Mian turned his head helplessly, "How did you get into a fight over a few words, under the current circumstances. Are you serious?"
"We'd better think of a way and get out first before talking about anything else," Kaul said.
Everyone fell silent again.
Even Guilliman's brain found it difficult to come up with a way to break the situation in a short time.
Everyone's weapons were taken away, including Marius' black sword.
The only good thing is that Guilliman can no longer hear the questioning from his heart, perhaps because Carlos's ritual has been completely completed.
"Those bastards!"
An Ultramarine suddenly exclaimed.
"They are desecrating the Macragge's Glory!"
Everything outside the blue flame is changing, and holes will appear from time to time, showing the scene outside the Blackstone Fortress.
In the cold void, the Macragge's Glory was towed to the Blackstone Fortress. The Red Pirates' warships surrounded it, and a large number of transport planes were carrying people to the Macragge's Glory.
"The machine soul above is favored by the Ohm Messiah and will not betray the original body." Kaul withdrew his gaze.
Guilliman didn't believe what Caul said about the Ohm Messiah. He had heard about the signing of the Olympus Accords and felt that the Emperor appeared in front of the Mechanicus and then repaired the Titan to convince the Mechanicus. This was just It is a so-called miracle assisted by spiritual energy.
In Guilliman's imagination, one morning ten thousand years ago, when the sun was scorching hot on Mars, the Emperor and Markbearer Malcador flew to a secluded corner of Mars in a small boat.
Then Malcador told the Emperor what to do when he appeared, which of the Titans he had prepared in advance should be repaired, and told the Emperor that he had made a psychic rain. When you appear in front of the Mechanicum later, It must be unique...
Now let's think about how to get out.
Guilliman suppressed his inappropriate thoughts and began to concentrate on thinking about how to escape.
Chapter 344 Lord Cypher
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Huron walked on the road to prison.
Next to him was a man from the Black Mechanicus who was chattering about the situation of Macragge's Glory.
"The machine spirit above is particularly resistant to us. It is difficult to get it to side with you regardless of rituals or technical means."
"But as time goes by, the machine spirit will be loyal to you sooner or later."
"Sooner or later the Macragge's Glory will be yours."
"..."
Huron was unhappy.
The Glory of Macragge was already occupied by his men, but now he was unable to take possession of the flagship due to the uncooperative spirit of the machine.
But there is nothing we can do if we are anxious. Technical matters must be left to technicians.
Huron waved his hand, signaling the Black Mechanicus people to go to work, and then continued to move forward alone.
Finally, the Lord of the Maelstrom came to the prison where the original body was imprisoned, and stood outside the flames, watching the original body quietly.
He felt proud at first.
Capturing the Primarch...what an honor.
But after being proud, there is self-reflection. Is the pride just now influenced by the dark gods? If I continue to be proud, will I join the dark gods and get closer to the dark gods in the already dangerous place of the maelstrom? …
After reflection, I have very complicated emotions.
Robert Guilliman, Primarch Thirteenth, Lord of the Thirteenth Legion, Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar...
These names were embedded in Huron's mind and became his role model when he was not even a new recruit. This was not all influenced by the gene seed.
"Look who's here." Marius looked at Huron, "The traitor."
Guilliman turned to look at Huron, recognizing him and relating him to what he had read about the Badab War.
Huron waited for Guilliman's curse, but it didn't come.
Guilliman was in a very complicated mood at this time.
Huron actually defended the stability of the Badab sector near the Maelstrom, but he did do bad things to the Empire. His rebellion was not entirely due to the oppression and suspicion of the Empire. Huron himself also hid his secrets. Report on the problem of secretly expanding the army with gene seeds.
Huron's betrayal is difficult to blame entirely on himself or the Empire; it is a complicated matter.