"That's the way it is, teacher."

The mage waved his hand: "I said, you don't need to ask my permission for these things in the future. Your wisdom in war is far better than mine, not to mention the conclusions reached through combined discussions - so, if you all agree with Fu

Grim’s suggestion, then do this.”

"Center, adjust the speed of the Revenge according to Fulgrim's words."

"clear."

Guilliman rubbed his brows. Fulgrim's brief words aroused the emotions of the original bodies. Although the subsequent debate seemed more intense, these words remained in his heart for a long time.

He thought to himself, yes, they should be afraid of us.

"Teacher, regarding the governor——"

"—Call him a ghoul."

He Shenyan suddenly spoke and spit out a word.

This surprised Guilliman - he didn't know why the mage used this word to describe the governor.

In his opinion, this word should not be associated with such a loyalist. If it were anyone else, Guilliman would immediately refute it, and maybe even feel angry.

But since it was the mage who said it, he remained silent.

Because he knew that his teacher must have something more to say. This unique way of speaking is his characteristic.

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He Shenyan smiled half-heartedly and turned his seat so that he could put his feet up on the table. He seemed to know what Robert Guilliman was thinking, and spoke slowly.

"Don't get me wrong, Robert. This is the new name he gave himself. The treatment cabin has healed the injuries he suffered, and the mental problems have been solved by the center... After remembering everything, this is him

Give yourself a new name."

He turned his head and spoke softly: "Lictor, could you please bring this ghoul over?"

The Imperial Guard hidden in the shadows nodded silently and immediately walked out of the captain's room.

Robert Guilliman frowned, doubts welling up in his heart.

Judging from the governor's experience, there is actually nothing wrong with the name he gave himself. It can even accurately summarize how he survived...

However, no matter how willing he was, he did not want to see a loyal person call himself such a name.

He decided to inquire about the reason later.

The mage kept that smile and looked at his apprentice without saying anything. Robert Guilliman did not notice this, otherwise he would definitely change his current thoughts.

Three minutes later, the door to the captain's room slid open, and the imperial army walked in with a man who still looked skinny after treatment. He was wearing a galaxy governor uniform made by the center, and his face was numb. The clothes were hung loosely on him.

, unable to fit.

Lictor bowed slightly to the mage, and then stood in the shadow of the captain's cabin again. The governor who called himself a ghoul slowly walked forward, performed an eagle salute, and then bowed deeply.

Head, without saying a word.

Robert Guilliman's brows furrowed more and more.

"Why don't you speak, Governor Keppel Reginald?"

Guilliman tried to ask in a gentle tone: "Is there something unspeakable?"

The man named Keppel lowered his head and replied: "No, Your Highness, I don't have any diseases except malnutrition."

"and you......"

Guilliman paused, and after a while he continued to speak. He realized that his tone had become a little harsh without even realizing it. He didn't know the reason, and he didn't like this feeling.

"Okay, Governor Keppel, as usual, I will conduct some inquiries on you. This matter used to be left to the Ministry of Military Affairs, but now it is up to me. However, before the inquiry begins, I would like to first

You are asked a specific question and you can choose to answer it or not."

Keper Reginald raised his head and nodded slowly. His unhealthy expression made Guilliman's brows frown even more.

"Why do you call yourself a ghoul?"

"Because I survived by eating their corpses." Kepel Reginald replied.

His tone did not change, and his pitch did not rise. High Gothic was originally a melodious language, but the High Gothic coming out of his mouth sounded more mechanical and dead than the voice of the servo skull.

There was no life in it at all. If Kepel Reginald hadn't been standing in front of him alive, Guilliman would have thought that the person speaking was not a human being. He was beginning to feel a little unbearable.

"I eat their corpses, Your Highness."

He repeated it.

"I spent a year in this state of confusion. I slept among the corpses of the people I was sworn to protect, and I ate the corpses of my subordinates. I still remember the smell of decay, Your Highness. So I wanted to use this name.

Call me myself. Kepel Reginald is dead, and what stands in front of you and the Living Saint is just a monster that was lucky enough to survive."

"There is no such thing in the Emperor's teachings."

Guilliman was silent for a moment.

"You are not a monster, Governor Keppel. When a person's life is threatened, the extreme behavior he commits should be forgiven. The Emperor taught us that we should cherish our lives, and you did it. What's more,

You didn't do it entirely of your own free will - they forced you to do it, didn't they?"

"Perhaps, Your Highness, but I want to survive."

The man answered this sentence numbly, and then mentioned something that had nothing to do with the current topic.

"I remember every one of their faces."

"Who?" Guilliman asked.

"They - Your Highness, they. Those who stood on the edge of the corpse pit and laughed at me. I was eating the corpse of my subordinate naked, and they were standing on it and laughing at me. While I was eating, I looked up at them,

Make a pitiful look. They thought I was crazy, well, maybe I was crazy..."

The muscles in his face began to tremble.

On the thin and pale face, a strange expression began to flow.

The muscles under the cheekbones started to work, and a movement that had not appeared for a long time appeared on this face according to the owner's will - on this face that had become ugly and twisted due to excessive weakness, a smile was slowly born.

Already.

A smile that was twisted to the extreme, with no kindness in it.

"But I remember their faces!" the ghoul growled.

His voice almost surprised Guilliman. He didn't understand where such a weak man got the strength to burst into such a loud voice. His voice hovered in the captain's room, and the Custodes standing in the shadows

He lowered his head as if to show respect.

To him, such a person, even a mortal, is enough for him to respect.

The mage raised his head expressionlessly and stared at the patterns on the ceiling without saying a word.

Guilliman found himself unable to say anything, not even a brief note. He instinctively did not interrupt the governor.

And the ghouls continue.

"I remember, Your Highness, Your Majesty the Living Saint! I remember their faces! I also remember the names they called each other. The cold wind of Pearlstein blew their names to my ears, and I remembered them!"

He staggered to his knees due to the violent mood swings, and then immediately struggled to get up, with an abnormal blush on his cheeks: "Alfonso Tangris, Gore Bedred, two Chaos

The Astartes, whom the traitors look upon as their only leader. And their master, the master they call Honso!"

Deep hatred distorted the ghoul's face, but the smile still existed. He could barely stand, and his chest rose and fell rapidly between words, but he did not stop.

"I haven't seen him -! But I know who attacked the Pearlstein system and who killed the people I was sworn to protect. It was him! This bastard named Honso! Civilians were dragged from their homes, and men were

Ground kill or used as so-called 'material'!"

"The women were driven aside and fixed one by one on the huge rumbling machines! I will never forget their screams. I was forced to kneel down to watch the whole process. They cut off my eyelids so that I could watch the whole process.

I saw it more clearly, and said that this was my punishment for rejecting their kindness! Damn it! Those innocent people were transformed into horrible appearances by the machine, and then - and then - "

His eyes widened as he trembled, and the whites of his eyes were covered with blood. He gritted his teeth and clucked, his expression twisted and crazy, and saliva gushed out from between his lips and tongue: "Those children were stuffed in! Stuffed into their abdomens

!Damned chaotic bastards!"

"That's enough, Governor."

Robert Guilliman said: "That's enough, you don't have to say any more."

"Let him finish, Robert." He Shenyan's calm voice sounded. "What happened after that, ghoul? You remember, right?"

"Of course I remember!"

The ghoul puffed up his chest proudly, and the twisted smile on his ferocious face did not fade at all.

"Two weeks... I remember it clearly! In two weeks, my lord, those children were born from their mother's womb. They became extremely tall and strong, almost as big as the Astartes.

Normally tall. But they have no skin!”

His eyes widened to their limit.

"So - they started to skin those men who were still alive! Now I knew what the material meant. They used their skins to sew skins for these ugly monsters... I watched the whole process,

My lord, this is what they did on Pearlstein, I saw it with my own eyes."
To be continued...