Chapter 204 Assignment of Tasks

In 823.M30, Sihax's feet landed on the ground of Macragge, and he felt himself being captured by a special gravity.

The Primarch's palace was different from the floor of the ship he had stepped on for more than a month, even though his reason was telling him that the battleship's several layers of solid metal materials and the Empire's top-notch engineering structure were stronger than the stone floor of a border rock planet. More solid, but his body liked the environment here, everything from the air to the ground made him feel stable and happy.

After the fleet of the Thirteenth Legion suddenly received an order to withdraw from the mission to suppress the rebellion in the Osiris Star Cluster, the Sons of War did not hesitate to terminate their planned beheading operation against Sepetus XII. The fleet immediately sank into the warp lane. "We have found the original body", everyone jumped with great joy.

Before the great Primarch Perturabo, who existed only in military reports and rumors, retrieved Robert Guilliman, Syhax, like many others, had experienced decades as a member of the Thirteenth Legion. war. They were victorious, glorious, fighting for the Empire, and content.

However, just as he took one breath when he learned that the original body had returned, a strong sense of loss and pain immediately bit into Sihax's heart - these negative emotions bit a hole, and a piece of it had long been growing. The broken flesh and blood of expectation and waiting. He realized how insatiable he really was, and he wanted to meet his genetic father immediately, to look at the face that had existed only in his imagination for decades. He turned around and saw Chapter Master Macon Fararis showing the same expression as him.

All regrets ended when Robert Guilliman appeared before the Legion.

They looked at their general, their father, who was the embodiment of perseverance and greatness, a sharp and agile spear. The Astartes of the Thirteenth Legion were overwhelmed with great satisfaction, savoring their new names with joy.

"Ultramarine," a beautiful polysyllabic word that requires an open mouth and just the right single touch of lips.

Everything about them comes irrefutably from Roboute Guilliman. The Ultramarines thanked Robert for spending hours with them sharing his theories and expressing his concern. Every time Syhax thinks of those wise and poignant words, everything about them becomes more alive.

Therefore, after learning that Robert Guilliman requested to meet most of the Ultramarines Captains and above in the Great Library by name, Syhax decided to accept any orders from the Primarch, even if the Primarch decided to act like the man who discovered him. Turabo also made one-tenth of the Legion disappear into thin air.

Well, it was actually difficult for him to really imagine that scene: imagining that scene couldn't arouse any anger in him.

Because their original body would not do that, even if he did not need to be convinced by the hair that was as dazzling as gold in the sun, and the blue eyes that seemed to have the blue sky condensed in them, Sihax could know that, Robert Guilliman would not.

"The Thirteenth Legion has demonstrated strength in previous campaigns. This strength comes from each of you, and your strength is rooted in the culture of the Legion. In civilization, you rely on each other to construct a community that is greater than any single person. A stronger collective. It’s so powerful, so irresistible.”

Guilliman sat in a chair, and even though Syhax did focus almost entirely on the Primarch himself, his brain helped him process the vast amount of information about the interior of the house.

The long oak table, wooden chairs painted with reflective dark gold paint, ten rows of heavy books on the bookshelf at the back, and dozens of paperwork on the table... In Syhax's mind, they were parallel to the original body. The glorious side paved the way for and supported the image of Robert Guilliman.

"But the Ultramarines have not yet demonstrated their power, the foundation for which they were founded, and all that they believe in," Guilliman said. "This is a new transformation, an indispensable evolution. We must break the existing Cocoon, facing the new air and earth.”

Guilliman paused and glanced at his Legion Commander.

Sihax is very happy that there are not many people standing here today, and everyone has enough time to share the gaze of the Gene Father.

But one question plagued Syhax: he was not doubting the Primarch, in fact he was convinced that the Primarch knew them, understood them all. But he did want to know whether the Primarch was going to announce Xi's new decision before taking them to a sealed library.

"This will be a completely new mission."

Guilliman went on to say that his voice sounded even better than the energy infusing the best macro cannons on the ship when it fired, almost like music.

"A task that no Astartes has ever taken on, and something that Macragge has yet to report to the Empire. Now, I am assigning these tasks to you. I have looked through the files of each of you. You Quick decision-making, excellent ability, and rigorous style. I believe that the Ultramarines can adapt to any situation, and we must do the same.”

The Primarch trusts us. thought Syhax, feeling an undeniable incomprehension and apprehension about this unknown mission. He was almost foreshadowing, or suggesting that they were about to take on a mission that was inconsistent with the Empire's decision-making. This is why Guilliman has assembled a small number of men here.

This is why the Primarch had to give so many pre-reasonings. He wanted to convince them, to convince these warriors who had been loyal to the Empire for decades. He wanted his descendants to understand him.

Robert Guilliman looked at them, his sharp eyes gradually softened, and his handsome face like a stone statue showed an almost gentle glow.

In such an expression, Xihax's accelerated heartbeat calmed down, and the tension and doubts melted in the aura brought by Robert.

Their Primarch could not be separated from the Empire, because Robert Guilliman had spent three hours explaining all the concepts very clearly, and because he had accepted them as the father of genes.

But he still wanted to know what was going on to call a group of warriors to the library.

"Warriors," Guilliman said, "you will have a second position, a position independent of the military system. This position is called the Archon."

His hand gently swept over several documents sorted on the table and pressed on the top of a document next to it.

The Primarch's actions triggered a small wave of confusion among the Space Marines, and the hearts of all the warriors present were shocked by a very unreal force. Even if they were to return to the battlefield of Osiris with bare hands and continue their interrupted mission, perhaps the Space Marines would not be so surprised - to let the Space Marines intervene in the administrative system of the Empire? So unheard of, yet so shockingly natural... Yes, since the Primarch dared to do this, he must have grasped something.

But let the warriors learn official documents from scratch?

Xihax stared at the documents, observing the sides of the documents with his extraordinary vision as an Astartes, silently counting their pages, and feeling dazed.

They had never thought about this question, never thought about how the Space Marines would intervene in the mortal world. Since they were selected and transformed in their youth and joined the endless war, this was the first mission without enemies and could not be won. But he would follow Guilliman, without a doubt. Under the command of the Primarch, he would not resist facing any obstacles to his progress.

Wait, civilization, he suddenly realized. The Primarch really wanted his offspring to understand him, and he had made it so clear: he wanted the Ultramarines to understand the culture of Macragge and become a part of Macragge.

This clear order of change only made Xihax feel relieved - yes, the Ultramarines should adapt to the new environment. They will establish a new sense of identity in Macragge, not to mention that this means that the Ultramarines have found a brand new home, a port and destination that belongs to them alone.

In an instant, the whole world became brighter.

"Next, I will announce your names. Those who report their names will come to me to receive the corresponding planetary situation introduction, mission documents and commissions." Guilliman said, "After a day of self-study, report to this room again at 8 o'clock the morning after tomorrow. The feasibility of your political plans and future expectations needs to be checked. I know you know nothing about this. In order to be responsible to both Macragge's vassal states and you, I want to confirm your ability. You will be taught."

He picked up a document, and this action showed more powerfully than any words that a new order that cannot be disobeyed has been issued.

When Xihax walked out of the library with the planetary documents he was assigned, he was still immersed in an incomprehensible vortex until he found that his chapter master, Phalaris, looked unhappy.

"What's the problem, Phalaris?" he asked.

The chapter master shook his head. "What did we do wrong? Throne, I just don't know what we did wrong."

"What do you mean? You think we made a mistake. Where does your conclusion come from?"

"If we didn't make a mistake, why did the primarch give us this punishment? We are warriors, even if we are logistics troops, we will not hide behind the front line."

Phalaris raised the document in his hand. There were some creases on the edge of the document. Obviously, Phalaris had regarded this matter as a tormenting unsolved mystery.

Xihax laughed. The two knew each other when they were still in Terra. "It's because of the way your mind works, Chapter Master. The Primarch has made things very clear."

"I don't understand." Phalaris stared at him, "You are too tactful, Captain."

"You will understand after completing the mission, and it seems that your focus has missed a crucial thing."

"What?"

"We will be taught about this mission."

"Yes."

"Who has the right to teach us in this star field?"

Now Phalaris looked like he wanted to give Xihax a hug. The latter used his keen intuition honed from countless battlefields and cautiously took a step back in advance.

He actually had a question. That was the problem of the combat style of the chapter.

The Primarch clearly said that he didn't like their extermination operations, but now Roboute Guilliman has not said how to adjust this.

Xihax waited for the Primarch's new ideas, but first, he had to start learning to be a planetary governor in one day-the throne, these documents are heavier than his grenade gun.

——

“Perturabo.” Morse seemed to have a pair of extra eyes behind him, and waved at him with his back turned. “What’s your question?”

"Am I not allowed to show up when there are no questions?" asked Perturabo, seeing on the top of the cabinet at Morse's hand one of the several famous wines provided by the Macraggeans disappearing from his room. bottle. "what are you writing?"

"Discuss life with Malcador." Morse raised the specially made pen. Under the joint adjustment of two powerful psykers, this exquisite gadget finally managed to play the role of stabilizing long-distance psychic communication—— It must also be driven by two people in order to pay for the energy required for its complex psychic circuits. "He still overindulged some people."

"I don't think you mean...?" Perturabo omitted a word.

Morse laughed twice and turned his chair to face Perturabo. "So what's your problem again, Lord of Iron?"

Perturabo hesitated, then quickly regained his composure. He had mastered the standard calm expression and serious temperament many years ago, and now he can call up this template at any time.

"Robert Guilliman has entrusted Macragge's actual subordinate planets to his commanders, citing administrative guidance and supervision. The Ultramarines responded positively to his first order after returning to the Empire, using I completed the theoretical study and entered the practical phase at an amazing speed.”

"Well, that's expected. What then?" Morse said, turning the golden pen barrel in his hand. Perturabo often felt that Morse had also mastered a special set of disguised expressions that would not surprise him at any change.

"After they get familiar with each other, Robert plans to start leading them to participate in some battles. He has not yet participated in space operations, and recently he has been reading the unclassified battle reports I provided to him every day and night," Perturabo said, "I I think after a few battles, the date for Robert Guilliman to set sail from this star field will begin to approach."

"Perturabo, don't follow your brother's example and use some common sense as an introduction and background to a long conversation. A fifteen-minute meeting is much better than a three-hour meeting."

"At that time, I will invite him to Olympia." Perturabo said simply, "And Rogal Dorn, Magnus... I will invite all the brothers I know so far, and I will go back to Lokos once "

"Are you going to invite the Emperor," Mors said, "or leave him out, for I love the factional Iron Lord?"

The craftsman paused and suddenly chuckled. "Oh, I understand, you just miss your home planet."

"The development of Olympia needs me as much as Macragge needs Robert Guilliman."

"It seems that we can consider locating the branch hub of the Webway in Olympia in the future."

"May I?"

"You're actually asking about feasibility. Well, wait until we actually push the technology that far. Greenskin controllability is still a disaster," Morse said. "The Webway Industrial system still needs to Perfect. But don’t rush it.”

"I don't see Malcador having a clue about this, Terra."

The craftsman spread his hands: "Isn't my meaning obvious enough? Obviously, there is no point in being anxious."