Chapter 270 The Rise of the Primarch: Parting

Today is undoubtedly a day of joy and celebration. Macragge has not been as lively as it has been for tens of millions of years. The whole city is silent in the warm atmosphere of Guilliman's coronation, and the streets are filled with flying flowers.

Patriotic flags, colorful streamers and flower petals filled the streets and alleys.

All the busy factories and shops in the past were closed. Workers, citizens and soldiers of the defense force who were not on duty were celebrating happily everywhere. All the taverns in the city were overcrowded, people drank happily in them, and laughter echoed in the glory.

every corner of the city.

Those laughter naturally spread to the fortress in the center of the city. The towering walls and ravines could not block the warm atmosphere. The laughter, singing and cheering all climbed up along the city wall. The top of the towering city wall is undisputed today.

The protagonist listens to those voices, to those songs and sentences about his reputation and praise.

Some of them are vulgar or elegant, but without exception they all express blessings to Guilliman himself. This should be a pleasant and joyful thing, and he should be happy, but Guilliman is not.

No, he didn't feel any emotional changes of joy and satisfaction, but emptiness and doubt.

He stood on the balcony of the banquet hall. Behind him were the dignitaries of Ultramar who were singing and dancing. The high-ranking commanders of various war groups were also drinking happily among them. Everything was exciting and joyful, but only

Drukliman did not feel any emotions that could be called happy.

Guilliman looked at the brightly lit city below. The streets and alleys were full of people celebrating. He looked at the smiling faces from high up and listened to the sounds of their celebrations, but Fulgrim's words were always echoing in his mind.

Those words flashed through the scene he saw of Terra's fall.

"What's wrong? Have you finally had enough of the sycophants inside? Your Majesty the Regent?" Vito said and walked into the balcony from behind. Guilliman turned to look at Vito who pushed open the glass door, and followed him to open the door into the hall.

The noisy atmosphere seeped out briefly, but was quickly stuffed back as he closed the door.

Guilliman leaned on the armrest of the balcony and sighed. His eyes looked at the city below. There was indeed no trace of relaxation or comfort on his expression, but a sense of urgency and crisis as if facing a powerful enemy. This was unlike everything else tonight.

All are out of place.

"Partly, yes, I'm fed up with their flattery, but... it's also because I really can't calm down." "This banquet is for you, but the protagonist is all worried. Hmph, it really has the characteristics of the empire.

"

Vitor said as he walked to Guilliman with a goblet in his hand. The two guardians who had gone through thousands of years looked at the city below. Macragge survived the crisis, and its people

have been saved, but both Guilliman and Vito know that on the other side of the galaxy, another planet thousands of miles away is in critical condition.

Not only the planet, but the entire empire was on the edge of the abyss. Once, the image of broken Terra flashed before Guilliman's eyes. He leaned on the armrest and raised his hands to cover his face.

He was silent for a long time, and then put his hand down after he calmed down.

"Folgrim told me that Terra is under siege, just as it was during the Horus Heresy, in every sense of the word, and even as it was then, that we have been pinned down on Macragge for too long."

Guilliman said, he said with annoyance, he almost delayed in rushing to help Terra because of his Second Empire. When he arrived, everything was too late. The Emperor sat on the Golden Throne, and the Empire entered

He fell into the long dark night, and he still thinks that it was his fault, and that everything that is happening in the empire today is because of his selfish actions at that time.

If he had been able to risk everything, lead the Ultramarines to Terra, kill half the galaxy with the Dark Angels and Blood Angels, and rush to the walls of Terra, the Emperor might not have sat on that throne, and neither would the Empire.

With things like this, he, Sanguinius, might not die.

Guilliman sighed, sighing with shame and remorse. He took off the laurel crown on his head and placed it on the armrest. "I swore that Terra would never be left alone again. I would never again."

I failed the Emperor because of my own selfish wishes, but Vito, I let him down again."

"No, Big Blueberry, it's fashionable and not too late." Vito said and pressed Guilliman's power armor arm. The latter looked up at Vito who was still very remorseful. He lowered his head again and sighed softly.

"How do you know? Maybe Terra has fallen and the Emperor is dead, and all of that was caused by my stubbornness to defend Macragge first."

"No, he's not dead yet. If that old bastard dies, the galaxy will be turned upside down, and half of the subspace and the physical universe will be blown into a big hole. But I don't see the starry sky above my head being blown up into a truck.

Too old potato chips.”

Vito said while looking at the starry sky above his head. His eyes were looking at the brightest star among them. That star shone like a lighthouse in the dark night sky. It was the result of a powerful force that penetrated the subspace and the dark galaxy.

The shining light projected, the spiritual light that I am extremely familiar with, the spiritual torch that shines for thousands of years.

"The star torch is still burning, which means that the old bastard is still alive." Vito smiled, and then shrugged helplessly, "And besides, if he died so easily, Helena wouldn't have to tell him in the end.

Terra is being besieged, and that girl is waiting to see the show, which means the situation is not over yet."

Guilliman frowned slightly. He looked at Vito in confusion. The King of Five Hundred Worlds stood up slightly and looked at Vito beside him, "Helena? Judging from your tone, she is very familiar with you, right?"

"She is my daughter." "What?"

Guilliman exclaimed, and Vito looked at his surprised expression with satisfaction. Very good, it was exactly what he expected, and even better.

Vito put his hands behind his back and laughed, waving his hands casually, "Don't make a fuss, a lot of things happened while you were sleeping."

"No, she is not an ordinary girl. It is impossible for you and the emperor's descendants to be born to mortals, or even to intelligent life in the galaxy. Without such a powerful mother body, she can survive and bear the birth of that child."

Guilliman said seriously. He turned to face Vito and frowned. He was a smart man, even one of the smartest people in the universe. Vito knew that he could not fool him, so he did not intend to lie.

"Whose daughter is he, Vito." Guilliman asked the expected question as expected. Vito looked at Macragge's thousands of lights and took a very calm sip of wine, as the wine slid down his throat.

He finally spoke, and Guilliman waited.

"My and Lilith's daughter." As soon as Vito said this, Guilliman's suspicion was confirmed. He looked at Vito's side and pressed an iron fist on the armrest.

"Vito, that woman is the sister of Slaanesh, you." "Don't worry, I didn't betray the Empire or the Emperor. She tried it once ten thousand years ago and hasn't tried it again, so you can rest assured."

Vito said calmly. He didn't even look into Guilliman's eyes. He always looked at the lights of thousands of houses below, his expression indifferent and calm. "She has been with me for ten thousand years. Yes, she is still there."

Our daughter does cause trouble for the empire from time to time, but believe me Robert, compared to the bad things humans do themselves, the trouble they cause can only be said to be better than nothing."

"Vito." "I don't want you to hear you criticize my love life, and Robert won't listen either, so save it, there are still many things you need to think about."

Vito put his hands behind his back and looked at the fleet in low-Earth orbit above his head. As he suspected, the sudden departure of the Space Wolves and Dark Angels was not without reason. Their fleet was leaving the starport, moored at

The replenishment was completed in Gangxing Port, and judging from the fleet fuel ship leaving the port, they were preparing to leave Macragge.

Guilliman also looked at the two Chapter fleets above his head. Most of the ships of the huge expedition fleet had left low-Earth orbit and were heading to the open space of far-Earth orbit to prepare for the jump.

"What attracted the wolves and the lions away?" "And I guess it's definitely not a good thing." Guilliman and Vito said one sentence after another, like two oboe singers, with a certain meaning.

Yes, they are indeed artists, and the art of war is also art.

Guilliman rested his hands on the balcony. His eyes, which were thinking about many things, looked at the streets with people coming and going below. Fireworks were lit from the streets, and the soaring firecrackers shot into the sky and exploded into colorful sparks.

All kinds of brilliant sparks rose up, and they exploded into the air, replacing the dark sky with bright colors.

Vito watched the fireworks with him. In the gorgeous sparks, the battleships were disappearing one after another. Vito knew that he did not need to rush Guilliman. He knew that everything must have an idea now, and this must be done.

The one who made the decision was him, who had just been re-crowned as the regent of the empire.

Guilliman looked at one of the firecrackers that flew high into the sky like a rocket. The firecracker bloomed at a position far higher than all the fireworks, which also made it the most gorgeous of all fireworks.

That one, and suddenly, Guilliman understood something from the fireworks.

"Vito." Guilliman said, suddenly turning his head to look at Vito, who stood calmly with his hands behind his back and looked at him. Guilliman was still lying on the balcony, the light of the explosion fireworks illuminating his face.

Half of his face also lit up the laurel wreath in his hand.

"Lilith is the sister of Slaanesh and the queen of subspace. She can open the subspace channel for you, can't she? She can guide you safely through the subspace storm. You must have done the same thing in the past ten thousand years."

Vito looked at Guilliman as if he knew what he meant. Vito took a deep breath and nodded, "You want me to contact Lilith and ask her to open a passage for me through the storm to get to Terra."

"That's right, Lilith will help you with this. You take the lead in going to Terra to rescue the Throne World and take over all of Terra's defenses. When Dorn is away, the whole of Terra will listen to you. I want you to quickly go to Terra and stabilize the world.

To control the situation, we must protect the palace before I arrive with the main army."

As he spoke, Guilliman stood up and stood sideways in front of Vito. He looked at the inconspicuous man in front of him, but he knew very well that the man in front of him named Vito Constantine

He is definitely one of the most reliable and strongest people in the universe, and now he is the only one who can protect Terra.

And Guilliman can be sure that Vito himself also knows that he just stood there without any rebuttal, as if waiting to hear the order.

"You take the Infinite Frontier and let Captain Cole sail to Terra. If you break into the encirclement with a single ship, it will be more stealthy and difficult to be discovered by Chaos. And you alone can defeat ten battle groups, and even more, Vito,

He needs you, the Emperor needs you."

Vito looked into Guilliman's eyes and sighed. He nodded slightly and turned around to leave with his hands behind his back. He walked to the glass door and pressed the door handle. Then he was stopped by the big guy behind him.

"Vito." Guilliman said softly. The voice was not that of a monarch or a leader, but that of a friend. Vito stood in front of the door and turned his head slightly to look at Guilliman.

"Don't hang up until I arrive." Guilliman said with that smile, Vito also laughed and waved his hand and opened the glass door, and the noise in the hall was once again transmitted to the balcony.

"You too, Big Blueberry, don't die on the way to Terra before leaving. Is there anything else you need to tell me?" Vito stood in front of the door and looked at the giant on the balcony. He took the

Lifting the laurel wreath on the balcony handrail, the King of Five Hundred Worlds raised his head and looked at Vito at the door with dignity.

"Take Caul, send him to Mars, and tell him that the Primaris project will be launched immediately. I will see the first group of warriors when I arrive on Terra."

Vitor bent his knees and gracefully twirled his arms several times, bowing to Guilliman politely and saluting, "As you command, Your Majesty." "Don't come."

Guilliman finally swept away the gloomy mood since tonight. He looked at Vito's back waving his hands and leaving and felt a sense of security. Guilliman turned to look at the starry sky. He took a deep breath and put on the

Laurel, "This time, everything will be different."

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"Okay, guys, it's time for us to set sail to the next fucking place." Vito said as he walked down the long stairs in front of the gate of Hera Fortress, sitting with Cole standing at the end of the stairs, and the Space Marines.

They looked up at Vito.

Cole looked at Vito who was walking down from him, and followed him downward with his eyes, "Where to go? Your tone doesn't sound like it's a good place."

"Didn't you always say you wanted to visit Terra? Now the opportunity has come. Maybe if you go to take photos and check in this time, you can also take a photo in front of the emperor." Vito smiled and jumped down the last step.
To be continued...