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Chapter 91 When Guilliman was a child, he couldn't poop even if he jumped into the neighbor
Chapter 92 When Guilliman was a child, he couldn't poop even if he jumped into the neighbor's toilet.
"I originally thought Robert Guilliman was a rational, calm, and strategic commander, but now I'm starting to doubt whether I was wrong."
When Sun Qian and Liu Bei walked onto the bridge of the Great Tyrant, he made no attempt to hide his dissatisfaction, or even anger, towards the Ultramarines Primarch.
"Theoretically speaking: I believe that it is extremely disrespectful and impolite to rebuke a Thirteenth Legion Space Marine for his Gene Father in front of him."
The response to Sun Qian was a hoarse, low voice.
"Practice is possible: when I see Lord Guilliman next time, I may quote your words to remind him."
Sun Qian carefully examined the Space Marine in front of him; the red helmet and the blue Ultramarines power armor he wore formed a striking contrast.
While in the 40K era, Ultramarines subgroups and many Confucian-following chapters commonly regarded the red helmet as a symbol of honor and leadership, this was not the case in the 30K era.
Or rather, the source of the red helmet's meaning lies precisely in the Astartes warrior standing before us.
Ionid Hill.
Before the Horus Rebellion broke out, he was just a sergeant in the 135th Ultramarines. His iconic red helmet was a punishment he received for proposing "heresy" theories.
He insisted that tactics should be developed and weaknesses analyzed using the Space Marines as hypothetical enemies.
If this war that tore the galaxy apart hadn't broken out, he might have been ostracized because of this suspected treasonous thought, or at least wouldn't have had the opportunity for promotion.
This is quite similar to that of Gerel Noktua.
The Battle of Cos proved his foresight.
In the devastating war in which the Ultramarines lost most of their warriors in a sneak attack by the Word Bearers, Hill, who was being disciplined on the Primarch flagship Macragge's Glory, was one of the first to organize a counterattack. It was he who found Guilliman, who was fighting in a near-vacuum environment after the bridge was destroyed.
From then on, Hill became one of Guilliman's most trusted Astartes. His anti-dogmatism and various unorthodox ideas were considered by the Lord of Alteramar to be valuable qualities in the current situation.
Perhaps this is why Guilliman didn't bring the Chief Chapter Master or any of the Champions, but instead had Hill accompany him to the hastily held coronation ceremony of the Second Reich.
Hill gave Sun Qian a standard military salute, but hesitated for a moment and slightly bent his knees when facing Liu Bei—
"No need for formalities, I am merely a figurehead."
Liu Bei noticed Hill's dilemma and quickly spoke up.
"The situation is urgent, please explain the details first."
Hill immediately stood up straight and nodded, indicating that he was only pretending and had no intention of actually kneeling down.
"It all began during Lord Guilliman's return to the fleet..."
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Sun Qian had actually heard this part from Loken before, but hearing it again still gave him a headache.
After the solemn but brief coronation ceremony, Sun Qian, Liu Bei, and Qi Le went to the strategic command room, while the other Astartes returned to their posts—naturally, no one paid any attention to Robert Guilliman and his Ultramarines.
Of course, this was also at Sun Qian's behest. After all, even Guilliman's arrival was unexpected for him, and if possible, he would prefer to let everything proceed according to the original plan.
After Liu Bei was crowned Emperor of the Second Empire, he formally took over the bureaucratic system that Guilliman had prepared long ago in Macurag.
Thus, the Great Tyrant's long journey came to an end. As for how the 100,000 Astartes were incorporated into the military forces of the Five Hundred Worlds, what became of the "Imperial Words" sect led by Qi Le, and whether he, who had once used the power of the warp and even chaos, would be imprisoned and interrogated... those were matters for the future.
At least Sun Qian can finally put down his burden. For him, being able to stay in Macurag until the end of the Great Rebellion is a good thing. Falling into the hands of the Blue Canner and becoming a prison-affiliated Astartes isn't so bad.
But what I never expected was...
"What's this, some kind of boarding fetish?"
Sun Qian was speechless; he never expected things to go wrong at the last minute.
"Was your family's original incarnation the type who couldn't poop unless they climbed over walls or through windows to the neighbor's toilet when they were little?"
Sun Qian had anticipated that Peturabo would propose negotiations, and had already decided that he would not give any positive response.
It needs to be discussed, it's under study, it can be considered... Anyway, let alone someone as good at wrangling as Sindman, even Sun Qian could come up with dozens of these kinds of lines.
Ultimately, Perturabo needs to raise the banners of "suppression" and "imperial legitimacy" to expand his rule while Terra is unable to manage the empire's territory. In this situation, he cannot attack the Great Tyrant, which is protected by "trade licenses."
Even the Second Empire, before Terra abolished the authority of the licence, was an extension of the Emperor's will, unless Peturabo found another excuse.
Then it's best to avoid all contact with him, at least until we return to Macurag and ensure our safety—that's the obvious best option.
Unexpectedly, Robert Guilliman deliberately ruined this hard-won favorable situation.
"We'll have to go back to Macragge and ask Ms. Yoton to find out, but actually, the description of 'fleeing' isn't entirely accurate. Lord Guilliman... at least believes he went to negotiate."
Hill's voice carried a more complex emotion as he then took a small projection device from his waist.
hum.
When the device was switched on, Guilliman's handsome face, which looked perfect for being printed on a coin, appeared in mid-air.
Perhaps due to signal interference, the holographic image was noticeably grainy and the sound was somewhat intermittent.
Even so, one could clearly see the barely suppressed rage in the eyes of the Primarch of the Ultramarines, as if every vein in his temples was throbbing.
The usually mild-mannered Guilliman now reveals his side as a son of vengeance.
"Listen, Peturabo has invited me... I must go see my Primarch brothers alone immediately... In case of any unforeseen circumstances, you escort the Great Tyrant back to Maclag... Explain the situation to Sanguis and keep an eye on Leon."
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The video doesn't appear to have been turned off intentionally; rather, it abruptly stopped halfway through.
Obviously, the "unexpected situation" has already occurred.
"So, somehow he got enraged and went on a rampage, running off to enemy territory alone—to negotiate?"
Sun Qian frowned slightly; Guilliman's behavior was far too unusual, no matter what.
Even though he is notoriously naive, easily trusting of others, and easily provoked by enemies...
But at least they should still have normal tactical thinking and judgment.
"To be precise, the place where Lord Guilliman went to the meeting was not enemy territory."
Hill raised his hand and pointed to the porthole. Sun Qian looked in that direction and, with Astartes' superhuman eyesight, immediately understood the situation.
As you can see, between the opposing Ultramarines fleet and the Iron Warriors fleet, a large cruiser stands alone in the very center of the buffer zone.
In terms of size, this ship far exceeds that of a typical cruiser and is even larger than some battleships, but its firepower is far below standard. Coupled with its excessive and impractical artistic decorations and obviously modified, oversized hull structure, it's easy to identify it as a civilian vessel...
Of course, the normal term "民" (min, meaning common people) would not be used.
"That's the Skyrise."
Liu Bei murmured softly beside Sun Qian, his words tinged with bitterness.
"It's the Yutalos family."
"My former flagship."
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