Chapter 227 Ultramar Broadcast Time

"You can shoot" - this became the first sentence that Robert Guilliman said after he made a gesture of permission to the camera servant.

In the picture, a plate of vinaigrette and a basket of multi-grain bread slices were placed on the oak coffee table between two fabric sofas, fried to a crispy golden color. The two Primarchs were wearing loose robes of similar shapes, each with one leg raised, sitting on two sofas diagonally facing the camera. After removing all the mortal-sized reference objects, the boundary between the Primarchs and mortals was quickly eliminated.

"Friendly people of Ultramar, please allow me to introduce myself to you."

The black-haired Primarch said, his smile was not obvious, but the relaxation of his posture was enough to supplement the language and help him clearly express his attitude.

"I am Perturabo, a brother of your leader Robert Guilliman. Today we are recording a non-serious propaganda film, which aims to let Ultramar hear the true voice of my brother Robert Guilliman. What do you think, Guilliman?"

"Thank you for your invitation! I am very happy to share my thoughts with you here."

Perturabo shook his head: "Robert Guilliman has an overly serious quality. For a praetor who cares about the people, this is worth cherishing, but for us brothers who are related by blood, Guilliman is sometimes too boring."

"I want to confirm, Perturabo, is this interview really born to improve rather than discredit my personal image?"

Guilliman reached out and flattened the golden hair that was curled up under his green leaf crown.

"No doubt, brother," Perturabo said. "Introduce yourself to the audience you will have, Archon."

"Well, citizens. I imagine many of you have known me since the beacon of Pharos was lit on Sotha. I simply introduce myself as Roboute Guilliman, the Uniter, Archon, Lord of Macragge, the Emperor's thirteenth Primarch, Lord of the Ultramarines, son of Connor Guilliman, he who shall rule the five hundred worlds of Ultramar..."

"Where are all these people, my brother?"

"Perturabo, you know I was only introducing myself!"

"The thing is, I think this is Rogal Dorn's fault. When I first met him, I simply stated three of my titles, and he thought I was three people." Perturabo leaned back in his sofa and held out a hand. "Anyway, Roboute, which of these titles do you think are particularly worth mentioning?"

"First and foremost is the Lord of Ultramar." Roboute said, "Just as strengthening the security and stability of the Ultramar region is our top priority. We must ensure that only those who truly value Ultramar can enter and stay in our homeland."

"Is this so important?" Perturabo said, "No, I certainly understand the importance of security and stability. The first thing I did after taking over my army was to fight to drive out those dangerous elements that would interfere with the security of the region. But I would like to hear your opinion, Robert."

"Okay, Perturabo. The old night storm that hangs over the entire Ultramar and separates humans into tiny islands has ruthlessly opened deep scars in our civilization that may take hundreds or even thousands of years to eliminate. No one remembers the bright era before the storm, but everyone remembers the dark and terrifying years. Security, this is a necessity for survival that our entire race has lacked for thousands of years."

"Some people don't feel that they lack security."

"But those rulers who levied heavy taxes and indulged in absurd lust have been fed to the red sand by Angron! "

The two Primarchs laughed, then shook their heads together.

"We should arrange an intrusion so that Angron can rush in at the right time and explain that although his soldiers are called World Eaters, they have no taste for eating people." Perturabo pointed outside the camera.

"Our warriors are Astartes, not ghouls." Robert Guilliman answered confidently.

He looked at the camera and belatedly brought the topic back: "In short, I will use the Ultramarines, the Mortal Legion and our existing defense forces to protect the safety and peace of Ultramar. In addition to people, we must also have weapons: void shields, frigates, guns, and more guns. "

"Outside Ultramar, we don't know how many uncommunicable human or alien countries exist in the outside world, so we must have shields and spears on our borders. The sages of the Mechanicus have arrived in Ultramar, and the defense system will be quickly established. We have many forge worlds! In the smoke from these forge worlds, we will have beautiful armaments to protect our own safety. "

"We don't have much now, or rather, it's too little compared to the potential threats we will face. There are only more than 20,000 Ultramarines, which is inappropriate! We shouldn't be in such a predicament. I hope this number can reach 100,000 or more in the next ten years."

Perturabo shook his head slowly, picked up the water glass and took a sip: "Very ambitious, my brother."

"Everything for Ultramar," Guilliman emphasized immediately, "Everything for the Empire. "

"The Emperor will support you, Robert. The Imperium of Man will support you. Look at the light of Pharos," Perturabo put down his water glass, picked up a piece of cardboard from the blind spot on the left side of his seat, and showed it to the camera, " This is the detection waveform coming from Pharos. The hidden dangers there have been eliminated, and the Emperor of the Human Empire is fully willing to let it serve as an eternal lighthouse here, shining on the entire Ultra for the next thousand years. Ma.”

Guilliman looked at the whole process of taking out the cardboard and putting it back in surprise: "When did you prepare the props?"

"It's a secret." Perturabo clapped his hands. "Excuse me, in addition to using defense systems to protect your people, what other important declarations do you have on taking office as the Lord of Ultramar?"

"Economy, I want to reorganize the economy here." Guilliman emphasized the accented word in the sentence, "The dark age is coming to an end, the history of the world is moving forward, the economy must develop with the unification of Ultramar, and the people's Social welfare must be improved accordingly, and medical insurance and social life protection must be further improved. Otherwise, why should we unite?”

"Well said, Robert." Angron's voice entered the servitor's reception range faster than his own. Then, the Lord of Red Sand seemed to realize that the video was being recorded here: "I'm here to get the improved compound fighting weapon for trial. Did I disturb you?"

"Come sit down for a moment, Angron. We are recording an interview with Robert Guilliman speaking publicly to Ultramar."

The camera shakes.

"No thanks, guys. I'm not good at preaching," Angron said.

"It's okay, let's have a casual chat." Perturabo temporarily left the camera and sat down with Angron three seconds later.

The tall and strong figure of the Lord of Red Sand fills the remaining half of the sofa, making the composition of the shot fuller.

The next second, Angron raised a hand. He decided that pretending to show up unexpectedly wasn't for him.

"I'm actually a guest invited by Perturabo." He said a word that was very unfamiliar to him, "But I'm also here to get a trial weapon."

"Yes," said Perturabo, "after all, the door to my workshop is not closed. Angron, what do you want to ask?"

Angron shook his head calmly, his muscles often making every movement he made appear heavy and powerful.

"I don't have a lot of questions," Angron said, looking into the camera.

He does not have the habit of practicing speeches in front of the camera, so he treats the camera servant as a living person with a will, which often has a touching sincerity in the eyes of the audience.

"I don't want to hurt a person with my words, nor do I want to do any showmanship. It does us no good. I would like to take this opportunity to express my gratitude to my brother, Roboute Guilliman. For his role in advancing the horse While Kurag is busy with reform, he can still find time to discuss Nuceria’s development future with me. His mind is worth cherishing and learning from.”

"It's within my capabilities, brother," Robert said.

"Don't simply write off your own merits, Robert." Perturabo said, taking out a second piece of cardboard from under the sofa and handing it to Angron.

Guilliman stared at the sofa where Perturabo was producing cardboard out of thin air for three seconds, still unable to discover where the cardboard came from. He thought it might be related to a certain neural cable on Perturabo's head that was connected to the ground interface.

Angron read the neat and clear handwriting on the cardboard, his recitation low and broad.

"This is a teleprompter: We all know that Roboute Guilliman is a man of profound compassion and wide-ranging vision. He is concerned not only with the prosperity of Macragge, but with all of Ultramar and beyond. The welfare of humanity. Roboute Guilliman inherited some of the Emperor's most cherished traits, his wisdom, justice and compassion being a prime example of the love of his people and a symbol of humanity's unity and common purpose."

"From now on, and into the future when the light of the Great Crusade shines across the galaxy, I believe that Robert will work tirelessly to promote peace, justice, and the advancement of the entire human race. The rule of the Imperium of Man will transcend the narrow boundaries of politics and culture and serve us well. Create a more harmonious and prosperous world for the entire race.”

After reading it, he handed the prompter back to Perturabo: "I acknowledge every one of these words, my brother."

"I cannot express my joy, Angron," said Robert Guilliman.

"Keep your promise and cherish Ultramar's trust in you." Angron replied. "That's what you're doing too."

Guilliman nodded solemnly and accepted Angron's praise and blessings without hesitation. He has the confidence to continue all the work that symbolizes the better side of mankind. Under this premise, any refusal is cowardice.

"I will sign a series of executive orders." Guilliman said, "Regarding land occupation, racial conflicts within the human race, the approval of financial allocations, the reorganization of the boundaries of diplomatic immunity, the proportion of financial and military expenditures, free compulsory education Textbook review, Ultramar regional coordination and security governance, and other issues that hinder the progress of the race, and all of this will be considered directly from the interstellar level.”

"This is something that people in the past would not dare to imagine. If you heard someone say these words ten years ago, you would probably think that person was crazy - why would anyone consider whether a cruiser disguised as a merchant ship violates Ultramar? What is the need for peace in interstellar law? No, it’s not even visionary that we need to take into consideration now, it’s what reality requires.”

"My brothers and I have visited many planets and had many exchanges with people who actually live in farms, factories and markets. When we collected people's needs, I realized that many people have not yet realized what I am doing and what the entire empire is doing."

"Half a month ago, we entered Andeman to investigate the local situation. When Macragge announced its support for the three adjacent planets to establish fixed routes for interstellar orbital transportation and trade, they all refused."

"This is not because they don't need it, but because they dare not imagine the possibility of cooperation between the three worlds, and their achievements will bring worthwhile returns. The old night blocked the imagination of mankind, and the lack of a higher-level unified government also made the political commitments here unsecured. They are afraid that the benefits they have paid will be shamelessly occupied by other planets, and they are afraid that taxpayers will be Every gold coin flows into the worthless void. "

"And their concerns are reasonable. Unconstrained areas will lead to inequality and injustice, which will lead to economic, political and cultural collapse. "

"Not arrogance, not ignorance, not repeating the past, not all these words that simplify complex social situations. We can't say that humanity fell into the long night because of nature, accident or fate. These summaries are so rough and one-sided, emotional and shirking responsibility. No, the collapse of the wrong social structure itself is the road to destruction of the human race. "

"This is the role that Macragge will play, a local government affiliated to the human empire and located above Ultramar, a macro manager who maintains the overall order, responds to the needs and challenges of citizens, and plays a more active regulatory and guarantee role in the local construction of Ultramar to cope with the cyclical fluctuations of civilization. "

He paused for a moment.

"A beacon, guiding the way, illuminating the way ahead, standing firm." Robert Guilliman said, "This is Macragge."

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"It seems that Robert finally became serious." Morse said, turning off the Thinker who was playing the video. "He can always get into the state of speech."

"At least the atmosphere in the first half is lively enough, Morse. I think the Ultramar people will like him." Perturabo leaned back and said softly. Now it was the body with the fragment of the star god in his chest that was riding on this small frigate, and he often felt tired because of it.

"So Rogal Dorn has become your studio printer?"

"Scribe." Perturabo corrected, "The printers in the workshop are too noisy, I need Dorn to help me write the board... We are almost there."

"We are about to arrive at Perditus in the Gothic Sector." Alpharius took off his helmet and stood at the door. "Be prepared, even Omegan can't tell what he encountered at that time."