Horus had not seen Guilliman for two days, and he was a little confused about this.

In his mind, the image of Robert Guilliman was firmly bound to his metal desk. Guilliman could not leave his office all day long, even if necessary.

Conferences can be held remotely using personal terminals.

But now, such a person - such a workaholic has mysteriously disappeared into his office.

"Do you know where he went, Lady Infreni?" Horus asked politely.

"I would like to know, Lord Horus..." the Eldar replied, leaning lazily on Guilliman's chair. "But Robert has told no one where he has gone."

Horus frowned after receiving the answer.

His mind is broken and his body is young. But he is not ignorant of the current political situation in the empire. Everyone knows that the fragile balance is maintained by Guilliman alone - the defense of Terra has lasted three years, but

Many officials were unaware of this and they did not even know that the Inquisition had been cancelled.

Currently, there are still many Inquisitors acting in its name throughout the galaxy.

Maintaining a huge political system requires many officials, many incompetent officials and a small number of officials who can actually do things. Unfortunately, the "small part" of the empire is a small part in the true sense.

"But you don't have to worry too much, Lord Horus."

Yin Fryne poked her finger at Guilliman's table boredly: "Robert is a very rational person in most situations. It is unlikely that he would go into a one-on-one battle with a dangerous enemy without equipment or manpower.

, this kind of thing doesn’t quite fit his style.”

Having said this, the leader of the Death Army suddenly smiled ambiguously.

Horus didn't know why, he just touched his head inexplicably and replied: "You seem to be talking about something completely unrelated. Aren't we discussing where he went?"

"Yes, but it's not impossible, is it?"

Yin Fryne leaned back, her body completely wrapped in Guilliman's chair. She stretched out comfortably: "He may suddenly feel that the office is too cramped - what do you think?"

Horus took a look at this office and disagreed with Yinfreni's statement.

Guilliman's office is very spacious, and you can see everything through the two heavy doors.

The first thing you see after entering the gate are four rows of huge bookshelves, filled with all kinds of rare books that the Ultramarines have searched for for ten thousand years. The ceiling is a huge mural, with the emperor's eyes closed in compassion.

In the center, on the left is Guilliman, who also has his eyes closed, and on the right are the Ultramarines who are fighting.

"I don't think Robert's office is too cramped, ma'am - and I have a question."

"Excuse me, as long as I know, I will tell you everything." Yin Freni replied with a smile.

"When did you meet Robert?"

This sudden question made Yinfreni silent for a long time - she began to think quickly about what Horus meant. Of course, she couldn't come up with an answer.

Horus, who has a broken mind, is not as mature as he appears. The occasional flash of inspiration does not mean that he is really that deep-minded all the time. The real reason for asking this question is actually just a casual comment.

Of course, Yin Frene would not know the truth. After a moment of silence, she had already begun to consider whether Horus's question represented his own question.

Such a slow reply was clearly seen by Horus, who laughed dumbly: "If you don't want to answer, you don't have to answer - I see the relationship between you and Robert. I have to say, Yin Fulei

Ms. Ni, you are still somewhat...hey?"

Before he could finish his words, Yin Frené's expression suddenly changed, and she suddenly disappeared on Guilliman's chair without even explaining the reason to him. She disappeared into a flickering black shadow, and two heavy doors opened.

A gap. Yin Freni ran wildly through this gap.

go.

It was as if if I ran a little slower, I would never be able to walk away again.

"Why?!"

Horus looked at this scene blankly. He walked to the front of the door and opened it. The scene in the corridor did not change. The two victorious soldiers on guard saw him and lowered their heads respectfully.

One of them asked: "Is there anything you need, my lord?"

"No, I just - uh, did you see Ms. Yin Frene passing by here just now?"

"It is true, sir." Chang Shengjun replied. "She seems to be in a hurry..."

There was a hint of schadenfreude at the end of the sentence, but it was still noticed by Horus. He smiled helplessly, paused before continuing: "Do you know where Robert went?"

"The Primarch does not need to explain to us where he needs to go, my lord. If you really need to know the answer, perhaps you can go to the Chapter Master and borrow his personal terminal, and you should be able to contact the Primarch."

Horus's eyes lit up: "What a great idea! Thank you for the reminder! But I'm afraid I have to wait until dinner time to go find him. My reading plan for today has not been completed yet."

After saying that, he ran away, apparently going back to his room.

The two victorious soldiers exchanged glances with each other across their helmets, and one of them whispered after a long silence: "I've always wanted to ask... do you think the little master looks particularly similar to him.

....Huh? Sometimes I really want to remind him that it’s better to wear a mask.”

He replaced the detailed name with a cough, but the other Chang Shengjun could clearly know who he was referring to.

The latter shook his head slightly and said calmly: "This is not something we should care about. Brother, let's stand guard first. It will be our vacation in three weeks. At that time, we can go to Terra

Let’s ask the brothers staying on the space station about the information that has been circulating recently.”

The former was silent for a while and nodded, but still complained: "I can't believe that we actually have a secret intelligence network now... This is completely unlike what we would do."

The latter shrugged: "The standard style of the Ultramarines is not to cooperate with the Eldar..."

The two of them chuckled at the same time.

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The teleported light flashed, and seven people appeared in the bottom hangar of Macragge's Glory. This was one of the eight hangars, and dozens of Thunderhawk gunships were sleeping quietly, their surfaces wiped

The lights were bright, and it was obvious that maintenance and repairs were being carried out frequently. Despite this, no technical sergeants or maintenance servitors were seen in the hangar.

They were all evacuated in advance - to be precise, there were several roads on the Macragge's Glory where no Ultramarines would appear today.

With a clean face, Guilliman coughed twice and said: "The plan is this. We will wait outside Horus' room first, and I will call him out. Then we will meet him one by one.

——Ruth, why are you crying and sad?”

The Wolf King and Khan exchanged glances, and the latter smiled meaningfully, but did not answer. Naturally, he would not tell Guilliman that there was a bet between him and Russ, although neither of them won.

But for Ruth, not winning is the same as losing.

He had wanted to drink Chogorian wine for a long time.

Guilliman glanced at the two men for no apparent reason, and then continued: "The reason why we meet one by one is because his soul is still in a broken state. If we swarm into his room, I'm afraid something bad will happen.

situation."

"What's the situation?" Fulgrim asked, holding a carefully wrapped gift box in his hands.

Guilliman sighed.

"Well, I've been with Horus for a while - of course, I'm referring to him at this stage. His mind is currently in adolescence, and most of the time he's just a very smart kid. But occasionally,

He will show off as a load

The side of Russ. I mean, the real Horus."

Sanguinius listened quietly, looking at Guilliman with worried eyes, and couldn't help but speak when he spoke of "the true Horus."

"Is he okay? I mean, is he-?"

"No, you can rest assured, brother." Guilliman smiled. "At that time, he was very confused. He always thought that the existence of me or Khan was just an illusion of chaos. He would always confess to himself first.

What you did, and then firmly said that you will never give in... Of course, this is a better time."

"So, what about the worse times?"

Angron asked calmly with his hands behind his back, pointing out the key point to the point.

Guilliman sighed: "At worst, he will show strong suicidal tendencies. I have to use magic to restrict his movements. This is why he has to stay with me for about twelve hours every day.

one."

"Speaking of magic, my student." He Shenyan said slowly. "How well do you master the power of the Titans?"

"...Not very good, teacher."

"Not very good has several different meanings. Have you learned it but failed to put it out a few times, or have you not learned it at all?"

"...I haven't learned it at all, teacher."

"Oh, that's how it is."

He Shenyan nodded and then stopped talking. However, his always pale face now had a mysterious smile. Looking at this smile, Guilliman suddenly felt a chill.

He quickly changed the subject.

"Ahem, that's all there is to say, brothers, let's get on our way."

The adjectives he chose made other people's expressions become a little weird.

The Glory of Macragge is a flagship of the Queen of Glory class, which means that she is simply astonishingly large. Although it is not as good as the Revenge and the newly-produced Behemoth-class battleship, she is still in the past of the Empire.

One of the glory.

Anyone who plans to walk around the ship is probably crazy - but not if the walk is aided by a mage.

Russ glanced back. The scenery passing by quickly made him grin uncontrollably: "Is there such a trick? Captain, can I learn it?"
To be continued...