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Holy Terra.
Guilliman stood on the bridge of the Friendship, talking to Qin Mo who was far away in the Tyrone star sector.
In the communication just now, Qin Mo talked about the undead and the weakening of the reality membrane, and also asked if the trip to Terra went well.
Guilliman has just arrived on Terra.
The people of the Tribunal had known this news for a long time. When the Ultramar fleet arrived at Terra, the people of the Assassin's Tribunal boarded the ship and said that the Tribunal wanted to investigate whether the original body was the real original body.
Now that the Ultramar fleet has arrived at Terra, this huge fleet and the elite Ultramarines from the five hundred worlds of Ultramar are enough to prove the identity of the original body. The Inquisition did not send anyone to check, but only sent people to participate. A welcome ceremony for the Primarch.
Now that the ceremony is being prepared, Guilliman will have to wait a few days before he can make his grand entrance in front of the people of Terra.
Qin Mo raised his hand to close the communication: "That's all I have to say, hang up now. The cost of communication across light years is quite expensive."
Guilliman nodded. "I will do everything I can to help you and your sector."
Communication ends.
Communication stations within the dimension pull back signals from Talon to Terra.
The equipment dedicated to dimensional communication within the Friendship is also gradually shut down.
"We can go to the surface." Call entered the bridge and bowed.
"So fast?"
"Not fast. Although I have tried my best to convey the order of the original body to simplify the welcoming ceremony, no matter how simplified it is, it will take at least two months to prepare. However, before the preparations for the ceremony are completed, the Imperial Army said that the original body can come to the palace first."
"I see."
Guilliman nodded, and did not immediately go to the surface of Terra with Caul. Instead, he thought about things in the Tyrone sector.
The Lord of Tyrone uses all his strength in everything he does, just like the war machine he created is too pursuing a saturation strike, and this is the same thing now.
The Tyrone star sector has established a void defense line where the reality membrane has been weakened. The celestial bodies in the galaxy where the defense line is located will be pulled to the shortest distance as possible, and then the giant double-ring space buildings seen in Tyrone before will protect the entire galaxy.
People in the sector, men, women, old and young, are undergoing military training.
The warships built for the Blood Angels and their sub-chapters have been delivered, and full production of various types of Tyron standard warships has begun.
And these are not all measures.
Qin Mo hopes that the original body can help at the critical moment.
Guilliman did not think that the Tyrone Sector needed the help of others to cope with the upcoming troubles, but whether it was necessary was one thing, and whether to help was another matter.
Thinking of this, Guilliman ordered to Caul: "I hope to meet with the Martian Forge General and the senior officials of the Ecclesiarchy."
Caul did not answer immediately, but asked Guilliman: "Why?"
"I hope to convince these two forces to send people to Talon. The Ecclesiarchy at least has experience in matters related to the Warp, and they can help the Talonians purify the corruption that has already appeared. The Adeptus Mechanicus can help protect the Machine Soul." Guilliman stated the reason, and then began to think about why Cawl asked himself back, it doesn't usually do this.
After thinking about it, Guilliman believed that Caul had something to say and did not want to end the topic too quickly.
"The Tyrones should need more military help later." Caul said and provided a piece of information to Guilliman.
This information shows that there is a research institution within the Tyrone sector that specializes in the study of subspace. Its members are all soulless people wearing suppressors. They are studying how to analyze phenomena related to subspace, as well as the nonsense of the National Religion and the Adeptus Mechanicus. Why rituals are useful, and in turn finding ways to curb the effects of the Warp.
"It's better to send them there, it will be useful." Guilliman shook his head, "Of course there will be military help. I probably can't let other chapters and the Astra Militarum be mobilized and deployed by me right away, but Five A hundred worlds capable, I will immediately send astrological messages to Calgar so that he can be prepared to support Talon."
Call nodded.
Guilliman glanced at Caul and then asked: "Speak directly if you have anything to say. The relationship between us is not just that of superiors and subordinates."
"I want to be a Foundry General," Call said.
"You are really direct." Guilliman was stunned by Caul's words.
A sage like Caul, who is full of enemies in the Adeptus Mechanicus, wants to become a Forge General... This is unlikely, because the Forge General is the representative and leader of the Mechanicus, and the person sitting in this position must be able to obey Public.
Moreover, the Empire and the Adeptus Mechanicus are not superiors and subordinates, but an equal cooperative relationship. At least on the surface, Guilliman does not have the legal basis to issue orders to the Adeptus Mechanicus.
As long as the Olympian Agreement signed between the Emperor and the Adeptus Mechanicus has not been broken, Guilliman will have to be cautious in dealing with matters related to the Adeptus Mechanicus.
"Change your request." Guilliman didn't want to refuse Caul directly, but he couldn't agree to him.
Those who have merit will be rewarded. This is the rule of the Five Hundred Worlds.
Caul's service was immense, and Guilliman would grant him anything he asked for, except the casting of a general.
Kaul himself knew this, and he lowered his head and was silent for a few seconds.
Guilliman speculated that Caul would probably ask for a forge world or something... This should be no problem, just create a new forge world for him.
Kaul hesitated for a long time and finally came up with a new request: "If I compete for the position of Forging General, you have to help me make suggestions."
"Let's talk about going to the palace for a while." Guilliman tidied his hair, turned off the Hand of Command weapon function on the Armor of Destiny, turned around and walked out of the bridge.
Caul followed Guilliman silently.
Caul will accompany him during this trip to the palace, because Guilliman learned from him that the Emperor had arranged a mission for Caul in advance ten thousand years ago. He felt that Caul must have a more important mission. Accompanying him to the Emperor might help him gain guidance.
Even if there is no guidance, even if the Imperial Guard prevents Caul from seeing the Golden Throne, then Caul should enter the palace and go somewhere closer to the Emperor.
Belisarius Cawl, this naturalist, spent ten thousand years studying the Armor of Destiny and the Primaris Space Marines for the mission given by the Emperor and the request of the primarch, and transformed himself into what he is now for the mission. He deserved to be close to the Emperor, he deserved it.
"The efficiency of the Adeptus Mechanicus is too low now." Kaul suddenly said, "Actually, you were supposed to enter the palace yesterday, but the transport plane prepared for you went through a lot of ceremonies just for its activation."
"Really..." Guilliman nodded in agreement.
Seeing the Primarch's approval, Cawl continued: "If you make me Forge-General, the situation in the Adeptus Mechanicus will definitely improve."
"You might as well get there in one step." Guilliman pretended to take off the Armor of Destiny, "Here, I will wear this armor for you. From now on, you will be the original body. Not to mention Mars, the empire will be under your control."
Kaul didn't answer, and became a lot more honest. He rushed to the apron with the original body in silence.
As Guilliman walked, he felt that Caul seemed to be a different person, which was quite strange.
Chapter 373 Holy Terra
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The transport plane moved slowly toward Terra.
Enter the atmosphere and fly straight to the highest point of the planet.
When the transport plane passed through a city, Guilliman saw that all the people in the city, both the upper class and the lower class, came out and knelt on the street to kowtow to the transport plane.
The soldiers were holding laser rifles, kneeling while supervising whether others were actually kneeling.
Parts of Terra became chaotic and dirty.
In a neighborhood where the streets were filled with excrement, Guilliman saw a large group of ragged people gathered together, holding high a sign that read "Look at your humble and poor people, God-Emperor!"
Some soldiers tried to persuade the poor people to leave, but Guilliman's transport plane had already flown over. The soldiers roared angrily and rushed to the heavy logging guns to shoot the poor people.
By the time the Primarch's transports reached the top of the block, the soldiers had burned the bodies of the dead poor.
In their view, they had created a clean "corridor" for the Primarch, but the Primarch's superhuman vision had seen everything.
Guilliman stood by the window, glaring angrily at all the atrocities happening on the ground. He did not comment or reprimand, just staring was enough to make everyone in the transport plane dare not even breathe.
The transport plane continued to fly, and when it was still a hundred kilometers away from the palace, Guilliman arrived above a slum.
This slum is even more filthy and chaotic. Some albino people wearing strange clothes ran to the high points of the slum, carrying missiles and trying to shoot down the transport plane.
But then the senior officials of Xingyuting appeared and brought their own personal guards into the slums, killing everyone and burning all the buildings with their psychic powers.
It is clear that Terra is becoming chaotic and the High Lords Council is losing control of some areas.
"Holy Terra." Guilliman looked down upon everything under his feet. "Some places here have worse living standards than the worst hives in the Five Hundred Worlds. How did this happen?"
"The warp storm has blocked the transportation of food and water. Everyone except the nobles and high-level agencies have been cut off from water." The pilot of the transport plane responded to the Primarch.
The pilot was wearing his ancestral medals.
The person who could fly the transport plane for the Primarch would not be an ordinary pilot, but this pilot was an air general in the mortal army of the solar system.
"No wonder." Guilliman nodded.
If there is a lack of food and water, it is understandable that Terra is not in a good condition now.
After all, Terra's environment was in ruins long before the Terra Unification War began, and the planet relied heavily on external supplies.
"My fleet has brought a lot of food and fresh water." Guilliman faced Caul, "Let the ultramarines go down personally and distribute food and fresh water to these poor areas."
"Yes." Caul nodded and sent a series of orders to the Ultramar fleet.
The pilot also heard Guilliman's words, and he said in a pious tone: "The mercy of the Son of God bathes everyone on Terra. After getting enough food and fresh water, those untouchables will go back to their shacks full of shit and urine. Just stay here."
Guilliman frowned and narrowed his eyes.
The atmosphere inside the transport plane instantly became suffocating. The pilot knew that he had said the wrong thing and quickly shut up.
After another flight, the transport plane arrived at the Terra Palace.
The Imperial Guard guided the pilot to land the transport plane on the tarmac.
When the hatch opened, Guilliman saw half of the Custodes. His father's soldiers were lined up on the road to welcome the arrival of the Primarch.
Guilliman was not in a good mood. He ignored anyone who wanted to talk to him and walked straight into the palace building of Terra.
He was familiar with the place.
When he and Marshal Valdor of the Imperial Guard jointly issued the restriction order on the Imperial Guard, Guilliman stayed in the palace for a long time.
The Guards also pursued efficiency. They did not hold any strange ceremonies, but simply arranged for one person to take Guilliman to the location of the Golden Throne.
However, Caul was left on the apron by two Custodes.
Guilliman wanted to take Caul with him, but Caul just shook his head and stood beside the transport plane, waiting for Guilliman to return.
On the way to the Golden Throne, Guilliman thought anxiously.
Is his father still alive?
What will he look like in ten thousand years?
Why do humans worship him as a god? Does he really look like a god now?
This was not the first time that Guilliman felt this uneasy feeling. Ten thousand years ago, his adoptive father was killed by Macragge's tribesmen, and he felt the same way when he went to attend his adoptive father's funeral.
I hope everything is fine, but my heart is filled with grief.