Chapter 37 37, Your Father Guilliman

Chapter 37 37, Your Father - Guilliman

Dukor's journey was beyond many people's expectations.

Those hidden in the depths of the warp were all wondering why the revived Primarch did not go to Terra as soon as possible.

This Primarch, who had long been removed from the list, should be eager to get the recognition of the Empire and eager to meet the false emperor on the Golden Throne.

Why would he stop at the edge of this galaxy?

Some fallen Primarchs lowered their heads in silence after learning of what Duker had done. Once upon a time, they had fought for the Empire and worked hard to protect the hope of mankind, but now they have become accomplices who bring disaster to innocent people.

Various thoughts echoed in the Chaos forces, but this did not last too long.

They quickly adjusted their strategies based on the actions of the second Primarch.

They firmly believed that the second Primarch would not be able to escape this hunt.

The Crystal Labyrinth, this is the domain of Tzeentch. Some of the great demons who weave fate are now keenly aware of the changes in the future.

The contents presented in some fragments of fate are no longer clear.

This violates the long-standing rules. The world is constantly running, and everything is destined to become the playthings of the gods.

These unknown changes should not have occurred.

Some Tzeentch demons looked at these changes and found them very interesting, and laughed strangely.

The variables that will appear in these fragments in the future are still slowly increasing, which will definitely make the Lord of Change feel very happy.

For these, Duker did not know.

At this moment, he was still surrounded by the people, comforting the emotions of these survivors.

Perhaps it was the women before who dispelled the fear of the original body.

Many people brought their children here. Some of these people were fathers and some were mothers. These parents who protected their children in the turmoil,

At this moment, they all raised their children above their heads, hoping to get the blessing of the Son of God.

For these children, Duker accepted everyone.

The power of the mind is the purest power from the human will.

These powers can not only protect these children and protect them to grow up safely, but also stimulate their inner talents and potential to a certain extent.

The cost of blessing is not worth mentioning to Dukel.

But it can plant the seeds of hope.

Who can guarantee that the toddlers now will not become the pillars of hope for the whole world in the future?

Seeing their blessed children, their skinny bodies due to malnutrition gradually become full and plump in the turmoil of the demons; their skins also have a healthy color, and their anxious eyes become bright and lively.

These parents are happier than they are to receive blessings.

Their eyes are full of confidence in the future, and they all shout Dukel's name.

They offer the greatest gratitude to the son of the empire.

Efilar behind them witnessed all this happening. This elder sister who once didn't even want to comfort the wounded now felt the meaning of her battle from the joy of the people.

As a combat nun, she has received the most rigorous training since she was a child, and endured physical and mental training.

She has participated in countless wars and her hands are stained with the blood of countless demons.

But what is all this for?

To serve the Emperor?

Yes, the Sisters of Battle, as the ‘Emperor’s daughters’, have been instilled with such ideas since childhood and have been unwavering in their implementation.

But

Efilar’s ​​eyes moved across the smiling faces of Duker and the people.

Perhaps there are others who are equally worthy of protection.

After comforting the survivors, Duker did not go to rest.

Instead, he went to see the rescued soldiers.

They all suffered terrible traumas. Some of them fought against Chaos until the last moment, while others were captured by Chaos and endured unimaginable torture.

They were all resting tiredly, and some soldiers still had serious post-traumatic sequelae. The camp where they were placed was filled with a depressing atmosphere.

Around the camp, there were Astra Militarum soldiers guarding them vigilantly, or. guarding them. After all, no one could guarantee that none of these Space Marines would fall and want to attack the Primarch.

They could not be too careful about the safety of His Highness the Primarch.

When Duker arrived, he was even blocked by the Political Commissar of the Astra Militarum.

"Your Highness, we cannot guarantee their loyalty. Your kindness may put you in danger. The Empire cannot lose hope and cannot let you take risks."

Duker waved his hand to stop him from speaking.

"We cannot treat our comrades like this. It will only make them more shaken in despair. Don't worry, Commissar, I am the son of the Emperor. No one can defeat me, and I am never afraid of any danger."

The Commissar of the Astra Militarum looked at the fighting spirit surging in the bright eyes of the Primarch, and finally retreated, making way for the Primarch.

Duker walked into the camp, still without speaking, and directly surged with the power of the mind.

He was not good at speaking, but fortunately the power of the mind could soothe people's hearts.

"Second Highness." Suddenly, a Space Marine raised his head and asked with a complicated look in his eyes,

"Your Highness, may I ask if our Gene Father is as powerful and" the warrior chose his words carefully, "and kind?"

This Space Marine was a veteran that Duker had saved on the battlefield. He had witnessed with his own eyes the unstoppable figure of the original body on the battlefield.

In his eyes, the champion demon who was too powerful to defeat was no different from a weak mortal under the hands of the primarch.

At the same time, the Space Marines have senses that are unimaginable to mortals, and they did not see what Duker had done in the survivor camp before.

But the cheers of the people were so real.

As a great demigod, he did not take any rest immediately after the war ended, but chose to comfort the surviving people and their defeated space warriors.

This was something they had never imagined before.

The legend of the Primarch has disappeared for thousands of years. These soldiers who have only become Space Marines in recent hundreds of years have rarely even heard of the Primarch's past.

Recently, they can feel from their own genes that their genetic father has also revived.

So they also want to know who their genetic father is.

Is it as great as the original body in front of me?

"Your genetic father" Dukel looked at their blue power armor and the logo on the power armor. It was obvious that these people were the descendants of Guilliman.

"Your father?"

Primarch Two was silent for a moment, thinking about his words.

In his impression, Guilliman was definitely not strong enough. Not to mention the current Dukel, even the second Primarch ten thousand years ago was confident that he could defeat the opponent with one hand.

As for his personality, in the memory of Primarch No. 2, Guilliman had left a very stubborn impression on him, and he always seemed aggressive, with aristocratic pride lingering in his whole body.

To put it simply, he is like a stubborn stone, with a bad temper and a hard temper.

But are these words appropriate to say to children?

Obviously, it is inappropriate. If the truth is told, it will definitely leave a big shadow in the hearts of these children.

Hmm. After thinking for a moment, Duker said slowly,

"In the long, long past, I fought side by side with your father. He is my brother. I admire his courage very much."

——Referring to the fact that Guilliman is obviously not strong enough and prefers strategy, but he is always passionate and likes to challenge powerful enemies in single combat.

"His perseverance impressed me deeply"

——Referring to the fact that Guilliman was crawling all over the floor after being beaten by Angron, but he still spoke harshly, mocking and insulting Angron as he crawled.

"And he is easy-going and has a good rapport with women."

——After all, she is the only one among the Primarchs who has spread gossip about aliens, specifically the Thirteenth Princess (Bushi).

"I remember a battle a long time ago." Duker simply sat on the floor and told these poor children the story of their father.

"That battle took place in the Obscure Star Territory. Humanity at that time was still in its golden age."

Duker spoke slowly.

The Ultramarines opened their eyes wide and listened very carefully.

In the narration of Primarch No. 2, Primarch No. 13 is described as a brave, tenacious, easy-going and perfect son with many virtues.

This made Guilliman's image gradually three-dimensional in their hearts, and became taller and taller.

Make them feel extremely proud.

Duker looked around, and the eyes of these extreme warriors were shining brightly at this moment.

There has been a significant improvement in morale, so it seems that this white lie was completely worth it.

I just don't know how these poor children will feel after seeing Guilliman with their own eyes and discovering that it is actually a buyer's show and a seller's show.

Tsk. What a sin.