Chapter 1027 Falling Out

"You told us that war is inevitable and that the dead spirits want to destroy our entire race."

"But what is the truth? As you showed with the ring of that idiot from the Assassin's Court, they don't want to go to war. It was the Talonians who angered them and provoked the war. It was the Talonians who rejected any possibility of peace!"

"You are either foolishly deceived, or you are completely on the side of the Talonians. You don't stand with us at all!"

The five Supreme Lords took turns questioning Guilliman.

Faced with these questions, Guilliman just sat in his seat, looking at the smooth floor of the High Lords' Council Hall.

And when everyone was waiting for him to respond, Guilliman spoke slowly and steadily.

"I do tend to the Talonians."

"If there is no external enemy, I will refuse to appear in front of the world after I wake up and go to Talon."

"Buy a piece of land in the agricultural world, buy agricultural machinery, and produce advanced crops that must be cultivated in soil, such as tobacco, such as raw materials for medicines."

Guilliman stared straight at the floor.

"In the cockpit of a bipedal agricultural machine under the scorching sun, shirtless, with a white towel around my neck."

"When the agricultural machine dragged several tons of grass along the farmland, I looked up at the sun above my head, then took a big sip of the carbonated drink in the refrigerator under my seat."

"It's like this all year round."

When the Primarch said this shocking statement, only those who really knew him knew that he was not just talking.

Guilliman's dream was actually different from the Emperor's.

He wanted to spend his life contentedly on a world called Sota in the Ultramar sector, bare-backed, basking in the sun, and carelessly cutting grass with a sickle, all year round.

Thinking of this, Guilliman raised his head and his eyes fell on the face of the host of the Astronomican Hall: "If it's not necessary, I won't stay with you damn people for even half a second."

As the last syllable of this sentence fell, the Primarch rushed to the host of the Astronomican Hall like a blue shadow in the eyes of everyone.

Guilliman had no weapons when he entered Terra, so at this moment he just reached out and grabbed the head of the host, and with a little force, he pulled the head of this powerful psychic off the spine.

When the Astra Militarum Commander subconsciously drew his gun, Guilliman reached into the chest of the host's body, pulled out a rib and threw it out, piercing the head of the Astra Militarum Commander.

After killing two people, the Primarch's eyes fell on the Navigator Ambassador.

"Don't think we are unprepared for this!" The Navigator Ambassador opened his third eye, and a message came from him to the outside, "Do you think that demigods like you are prepared for everything and calm? Do you think we are like ants and powerless to resist?"

"What can you do?" Guilliman asked calmly, then he gleamed fiercely and roared fiercely: "Tell me! Tell me what confidence you have to survive the excommunication you deserve for your betrayal!"

It was not words that responded to Guilliman, but the warriors who rushed into the hall of the High Lords' Council.

All the warriors, wearing imitation power armor and led by the three-eyed Navigator family, filled the entire High Lords Council Hall in an instant.

The Pope, who had just woken up from a coma, wanted to call his guards, but he found that his guards were among those who rushed in, but there was an abnormal purple glow in their eyes.

Not only the Pope, but others also found their own security guarantors among the troops that rushed in.

Whether they were voluntary or controlled by psychic power, they were all pointing guns at them here.

At this moment, the division of the High Lords Council has been revealed from the position.

The Pope, who picked up the scepter and gritted his teeth and was ready to fight desperately, stood in front of the Primarch, and the Grand Master of the Assassin Court, who took out a bunch of weapons from the chair, as well as the representative of the Inquisition, the Forging General, stood behind the Primarch.

Except for the remaining three Supreme Lords who had met with Imotek and stood on the opposite side, the rest were people who were confused and crowded together, but these people were also relatively close to the Primarch.

"Just these people?" Guilliman glanced at the warriors who rushed in, "How many seconds can they keep you alive in this world?"

The Navigator Ambassador looked back at the warriors behind him: "There will be more soldiers coming, as well as those navigators who were replaced by iron lumps due to your foolish behavior, and the fleet of the Navigator family. I may not survive, but it doesn't matter, we can die together."

"You are well prepared." Guilliman sneered, "Preparation for this betrayal."

"This is not a betrayal, this is salvation, saving the entire human race from you, the so-called regent." The ambassador said.

"Don't flatter yourself. Admitting that you just want to live can make you look more open. You are a psyker, you know more, and you know whether those iron skeletons can be as peace-loving as they say." Guilliman refuted.

The navigator ambassador opened his mouth, then closed it again, thought for a few seconds, and spoke again: "I have been preparing for this day for a long time. It will take time for the Imperial Guard to get here, and the Phalanx and the Imperial Fists will not let your people enter the solar system before figuring out everything. The people of Talon cannot quench their thirst with distant water. If I just expect us to die together, it will obviously be easy to do."

Hearing this, Guilliman had only one feeling in his heart, that is, he understood why the Emperor hated psykers.

It is not easy for these people to bring their own people to Terra, but they are psykers, and they can let a person who is obviously an armed person walk in front of the inspectors of Terra Star Port without being discovered.

It is not difficult for a powerful psyker like the host of the Star Language Hall, who has a tradition of bringing soulless people to suppress his psykers, to move an army to Terra out of thin air-if the Eye of Terror is still there, but now he just needs to spend some effort.

Psykers themselves are distortions and interferences of reality. Things that do not abide by any rules cannot be defended against by conventional means.

But in Guilliman's opinion, he can also find a force that can bypass the various defenses of the solar system and Terra and directly interfere with the current situation, even if he does not bring the Tigurius Think Tank.

"You are no threat." Guilliman looked back at the Emperor's statue, "Perhaps someone has blessed you. The most powerful psyker among you was killed by me before he could do anything. As long as this threat does not exist, you are at the mercy of others."

"Why? With a corpse sitting on the throne?" The ambassador also looked at the Emperor's statue, "Come on, if he can do anything, I won't even have the chance to stand in front of you."