Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry - #1105 - Chapter 1102 Guilliman’s subspace nature

“Look, there’s even an emperor’s skeleton here. Tzeentch’s design is really meticulous.”

“Magnus, don’t play with that thing.”

Gaba!

Magnus accidentally knocked off the skeleton’s head. Although the Primarchs were dissatisfied at seeing his carelessness, no one said anything.

After all, this is a fake palace and a fake throne. Its existence is the greatest blasphemy against the Empire of Man, and Magnus has only taken the first step in its destruction.

Sanguinius and Mortarion, with their massive wings, were prominent in the throne room.

But one side is shining with golden light and is very sacred.

On the other side, there is poisonous gas and corruption flowing from the incense burner to the ground.

However, Mortalion’s attack this time was of great help to the attack. Even the primarch with the lowest emotional intelligence would not accuse Mortalion of his ugliness in front of him.

Instead, they tried to suppress their disgust at corruption and gave Mortarion a look of approval.

Mortarion hung his head, overwhelmed by the kindness he received from his brothers.

But next, everyone’s topic will be directed to another person because of Chagatai.

Guilliman arrived late. He seemed to be born with a characteristic. As long as the direction of progress had anything to do with Terra, he would be late for a while.

As soon as he entered, Guilliman complained about the shabby state of the palace administration chamber. He thought that Tzeentch could fill in all the contents of the book to perfection, so that he could have a more comprehensive grasp of the empire’s situation.

But after he walked around, he discovered that these ancient books only had cover names written on them, and the contents were empty.

“Oh! It’s that blue man, Guilliman is here.” Jaghatai whistled, and then said with a smile, “My brother, after fighting for so long, you have no idea about the nature of subspace. Do you feel a little familiar?”

When Guilliman heard this, his expression became stiff.

Corax used his own experience as a basis to teach other Primarchs how to free their own Warp nature.

The primarchs are very perceptive. Basically, they understand everything after listening to it. They just take the initiative to choose whether to liberate or not depending on the situation of the battle.

But there was one exception among the Primarchs, and that was Guilliman.

He was quite resistant to the idea of ​​the nature of the Warp. Even if all the Primarchs proved it to him, Guilliman would never agree with the idea of ​​the essence.

He just said stiffly: It’s just a weird form of subspace magic.

Because of this, Guilliman’s performance was very mediocre in both offense and defense.

He cannot turn into shadow like Corax, suddenly emerging from the darkness where his enemies fear.

Nor can it turn into a mysterious forest like Ryan, and use the dense fog and shrubs to cover the enemy’s center.

The Primarchs understood Guilliman’s reluctance to use the essence of the Warp.

But he kept denying it, which made the original bodies curious.

Is Guilliman’s warp nature so evil? Or are the desperate moments in Guilliman’s heart too scary?

Regardless of the direction, Chagatai is very interested.

His idiosyncratic passion for Guilliman was also a form of revenge, for in his despairing images Guilliman was always the one responsible for discovering Jaghatai’s private idiosyncrasies and making them public.

Guilliman frowned and hesitated for a long time before saying a word.

“Perhaps I am naturally insensitive to subspace, so I cannot sense the call of the essence of subspace.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Guilliman, regardless of the feelings of the other original bodies, hurriedly walked out the door, “The next phase of the attack has begun. Let’s not waste time.”

The Primarchs were bewildered by Guilliman’s persistence, especially Corax, who regarded Guilliman as a brother.

He could see that Guilliman was under a lot of pressure now, when other brothers were relying on the essence of subspace, or even the plug-in of Ascension Demon to rush forward.

Guilliman and the Ultramarines could only fight steadily based on their existing combat experience, although their technology was much advanced with the help of Odemair.

But when facing a swarm of degenerates, orcs, and Tyranids that can pull out millions of units with a single attack, the battle situation of the largest number of Ultramarines is still very difficult.

“Sigh…Brother, he must have his own considerations.”

Corax spoke softly, but Guilliman naturally couldn’t hear him as he walked out the door.

He is also thinking about the nature of subspace. It’s not that he doesn’t have it, he just doesn’t want to liberate it.

That desperate moment was so embarrassing that he would turn pale and gasp for breath in the middle of thinking, and the picture in his mind would stop abruptly.

“Father, this is the casualty report from the attack on the throne room.” Calga walked over.

Guilliman took the document and looked at it. He saw that there were more than a thousand casualties in the battle with the degraded Imperial Army. If it were a group-sized Ultramarines, it would have been a heavy blow to wipe out the group.

“Yeah…I know.”

Sensing that Guilliman was not in high spirits, Calgar left quickly, hoping to use his good work to relieve his father’s worries.

Guilliman sighed and found a room to meditate quietly. Consider whether to waste your children’s lives for your own ridiculous dignity.

Finally he took a deep breath and began to think about that most desperate moment.

The huge palace is no less impressive in scale than the Royal Palace of Terra. But there is no sense of despair and ruin, only a sense of prosperity and strong hope.

White Roman marble pillars hold up the dome, with several green ivy threads wrapped around it.

Outside there is the sound of running water from the fountain, the wind blowing the wind chimes and the chirping of the kingfisher, which together give the palace a soothing and natural feel.

ah! Macragge! The pearl of the human empire! The most progressive world! Its existence is the best proof of Guilliman’s ability, and it is also a brilliant gem that makes other brothers jealous.

What…my desperate scene is quite comfortable…

Guilliman thought to himself, walking around in his robes.

Finally he came to the bath. The mist and just the right amount of warmth and moisture made Guilliman’s body comfortable and relaxed.

Here he could think of nothing and enjoy the peace that was so precious to the Primarch.

The huge body of the original body entered the pool, causing the water surface to rise slightly by one centimeter.

There were footsteps behind me and the slight sound of plates shaking.

Macragge’s baths are served by attendants, and their status is not inferior because of their work.

Guilliman had full respect and patience for these attentive attendants, and he felt the plate being put down on the wall of the pool next to him.

Without opening his eyes, he knew through his sense of smell that there were plump and fresh fruits on the plate, as well as a bottle of fine wine made from local grapes.

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