Chapter 770 Let’s Fight Together

The orcs sharpened their knives and headed for the bald man.

Lin Fan rode the Void Phoenix fighter all the way to the Great Mess Hall.

Guilliman and his brothers were at the edge of the Great Mess Hall galaxy.

The 26-kilometer-long Glory of Macragge is the flagship of the Ultramarines. Guilliman once admired the strength and majesty of this battleship, but now this battleship looks a little weak compared to the 30-kilometer-long battleship Hope.

The armored heavy artillery of the battleship Hope gave Guilliman a headache. As a reliable man who carried out the reserve plan to the end, Guilliman would analyze everything.

If this battleship was captured by the enemy, how would I deal with it?

Destroy it by force with the salvo of the battleship group?

I am afraid that before reaching the bombardment position, the salvo of the battleship Hope would have turned Guilliman's painstaking navy into space junk.

Then rely on the boarding tactic to let the Ultramarines destroy it from the inside?

Guilliman felt that this tactic had a chance of success, but the hope was slim. Without a miracle, even the Ultramarines under his direct command would find it difficult to tame this war beast.

Even without considering the battle with the large and well-equipped Lamenters. Those mortal armies from the Great Mess Hall would make it quite difficult for the Ultramarines to break through.

Not to mention the automatic defense system and various traps in the Hope battleship, which would become the grave of the Ultramarines.

Guilliman stared at the Hope battleship silently through the window, a helpless melancholy emanating from his body, which made Calgar standing behind him feel a little confused.

"My lord, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, I just feel that I'm useless."

Calgar widened his eyes, not knowing how to respond to Guilliman's heavy words.

For these Ultramarines, Guilliman is the Primarch, the father of genes, the son of the Emperor, and the bond that unites their battle group and countless sub-groups.

But Guilliman didn't think so. He was a humble and self-reflective person. After carefully observing the mental state and daily life of the idealistic fleet officers and soldiers, he felt that his existence was not so vital.

It is true that he can maintain the good operation of one or even several sectors, but he does not think that these political advances can be compared with the great leap in technology.

If Ms. Odemeier, the golden scientist who was admired by Perturabo, could appear during the Great Crusade and serve the great cause of mankind, the Empire might not have experienced the Horus Heresy?

Guilliman wanted to convince himself, but he felt that under the conspiracy of the Four Gods, the progress brought by Ms. Odemeier would only escalate the war. Oh, now it's three gods.

Guilliman shook his head. He could never accept that the lustful evil god who once poisoned his brother has now become an ally of the Empire.

But there are too many outrageous things these days. The state religion rooted in the Empire is enough to make Guilliman feel deeply sad.

Those doctrines created a fanatical and ignorant crowd. Even his brother Lorgar, who had not fallen yet, would not agree with their barbaric practices.

If. I mean if.

Guilliman closed his eyes and pondered, if his brother had not been recalled.

Perturabo was still the sullen iron warlord, Fulgrim was still the snake-like puppet whose soul was controlled by Slaanesh, and there was no news of Dorne. Only a statue remained for Guilliman to miss.

What should he do then? The entire empire was on him?

Guilliman was terrified of such a world. He had no one to confide his distress to, and could only pretend to be satisfied and accept the fanatical worship of his descendants and the citizens of the empire.

"Alas." Guilliman sighed slowly, which made Calgar behind him feel even more uneasy. He could not understand why Guilliman suddenly became so depressed.

The second captain of the Ultramarines, Cato Sicarius, came over and told Guilliman in a respectful tone that his brother wanted to have a meeting with him.

Guilliman nodded and helped Kato Sicarius, who was kneeling on one knee, to his feet.

Calgar's face tightened with envy when he saw this scene, and Kato Sicarius was also envious of him being able to stare at Guilliman's majestic back for so long.

I envy you so much.

The two people looked at each other with the same meaning.

Half an hour later, Guilliman came to the conference room built by Perturabo and Dorn. They gave the decoration part to Fulgrim.

Although Perturabo had tried his best to recall his side as an artist, the black and yellow safety strips were still laid everywhere.

Dorn's design embodied the concept of solidity everywhere, and the most stable supporting structure was firmly fixed by cement mixed with plastic steel powder.

The mixture of their two styles did not make this conference room better, but instead showed incompatibility everywhere.

In those days, Perturabo and Dorn often had conflicts over design drawings, and their way to resolve conflicts was to lock themselves in the room and fight with bare hands.

Sometimes Dorn won, sometimes Perturabo won.

Fortunately, both sides only broke a few bones, and neither of them came out of the duel room with more serious injuries.

Fulgrim stood at the door of the conference room, admiring the two busts beside the door. They were originally cement blocks made by Perturabo, but Fulgrim later carved them because he thought they were too ugly.

These cement blocks were so hard that even Fulgrim's hands hurt for several days after carving them.

Fulgrim saw Guilliman coming and approached him enthusiastically and gave him a firm hug with his arms open.

Guilliman didn't like Fulgrim's behavior, but he didn't dislike it either. He knew that his brother was just using this method to express his guilt and try to repair the friendship between brothers.

Entering the meeting room, Dorn and Perturabo were arm wrestling. It seemed that they had a small conflict because of some conflicting design concepts.

While the two of them were shouting about design and construction in a muffled voice, Guilliman found his seat and sat down steadily, and asked Fulgrim what they were going to talk about in this meeting.

"We want to reform the organization of Space Marines."

"Oh?" Guilliman asked with great interest, "Do you have any ideas?"

"Yes, we plan to establish a mixed regiment based on the Weepers. In the Weepers, our descendants will live in harmony without distinction, just like real brothers."

"Did you propose this?"

"It was Perturabo who proposed it."