lcionline Chapter 217: The Light Column Reappears in the Corner of the Galaxy
Chapter 217: The Light Column Reappears in the Corner of the Galaxy
"The benchmark position is now in the Solar Star Region. The benchmark time is 0201.151.M42." said the communicator.
Almost two months? The time in the subspace became more and more unstable. I traveled for 5 months, but less than two months passed in the real world.
Guilliman looked at the vast star map, thinking whether he could catch up with what his father said. He didn't know what went wrong in the Storm Star Region.
“Try to contact the Storm Star Region Navy Headquarters and inquire about the assistance requests from various star regions during this period.
No details can be missed, especially the name Lin Heng... and the battle situation of the Chaos Space Marines. "
After Guilliman released the message, he walked to the deepest part of the ship, where the defenses were the strongest.
He doesn't like seeing each other, but now he needs advice, or someone who can listen to his ramblings, or a machine, or...
Guilliman stood in front of the heavy and dark riot-proof door, waiting for the consent of the owner of this place. Even the Primarch could not enter easily without invitation.
"Oh, it's the great Regent Guilliman. I'm sorry I was in hibernation and didn't notice your arrival. I will let you pass immediately."
This flattering tone came from Cawl's clone, who had his own little piece of land in this huge ship, a place that no one except the Primarch was qualified to approach.
The explosion-proof door opened with a "buzzing" sound. After about twenty door panels, a circle of scarlet light that made the original body feel uncomfortable lit up.
Then, among the twenty heads floating in the nutrient solution, Kohl's clone appeared, walking and crawling.
Kaul is over three meters tall. He can be considered a tank, and his weapon system is also
"Forgive me, one of the twelve members of the Supreme Council, the great Lord Guilliman. My battery was low before and I didn't know you were waiting outside."
"Humph..."
Guilliman curled his lips and snorted. The other party didn't even give him a chance to ask, and made it clear whether he was an AI or not.
"Any new news from Kaur?"
“The Great Sage said that based on the existing theories and the comparisons made with various esoteric prophecies, if the Great Emperor wants to leave the Golden Throne, there are two possible ways.
1. Take in enough primordial blood, the amount of which is probably measured in tons.
Second, change the body. "
Guilliman took a deep breath. All the current inferences were based on this small amount of serum, and the results speculated were only extremely small possibilities.
But as long as there is any chance to help his father get up, Guilliman will definitely move forward!
"Well... there is one more thing. The Great Sage wants to know that since you have agreed to his request to let him become one of the 12.
Then may I ask Lord Guilliman, when can you inform the Terran Senate to pass this decree?"
Guilliman looked at the blasphemous experiment in the room and said coldly:
"After you understand everything about the primordial blood."
...
Huron looked coldly at the surging Zerg Hive fleets. He thought about taking a detour to ruin the false emperor's plan, but the gnashing anger of his men made his instinctive hatred burn like a raging fire.
Huron couldn't bear it. As the leader of hundreds of ships, he was the Lord of the Maelstrom, known to everyone in the Empire and the Warp.
How could he let a bunch of crappy aliens scare him into taking a detour? The Zerg Fleet was just a stepping stone for him to destroy the false emperor. A true warrior should not be afraid of any battle.
"Kill them all!"
So King Huron the Blackheart gave the order, and the Chaos Space Marines were able to stretch their weird muscles.
"Hiss...ah..."
A strange voice came out from Hamadryya's illusory body again. The evil god representing conspiracy once again uttered his treacherous voice.
"Huron, you have already reached the border of the Storm Sector, why don't you continue to advance! You have been fighting for half a month. If you compare it with the time of the Corrupted Empire, it is already 0201.151.M42.
If you continue to waste time fighting the swarm of insects, you will definitely not catch up with the pace of the future, and you are already out of touch with that node of destiny!
The false emperor prepared a countermeasure in advance. Do you know what a ridiculous decision you made? "
Huron stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the starry battlefield which had stopped for a moment, thinking about the truthfulness of the other party's words.
"Hehehe...I got a piece of gossip. I wonder if it can inspire you."
Suddenly, the blaming tone changed to a bit mean. Huron turned slightly sideways and frowned slightly, looking at the illusory body.
"The second Primarch, is he the original leader of the Star Claws? Hehehehehe..."
The evil voice gradually dissipated from Huron's mind, and was replaced by countless memories. But when the figure he had never seen before seemed to come to his mind, a loud shout stopped his memories.
"roll!"
Huron cursed, and his wheezing sound reflected his current mood.
"What do you want to say!"
"Hehehe... The First Legion, the Dark Angels, that little cat, Lion El'Jonson is back..."
The hoarse sound gradually faded away, and Hamadria's body gradually returned to its original state.
Huron clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, his anger burning until white frost began to condense around him. This news really irritated him in every way.
"Pass on my order! Tighten the battle line immediately and advance towards the Storm Star Region!"
...
“Ding..Ding…”
Gollum moved his butt from among a pile of farts, and then felt as if something was missing. After thinking about it carefully, he found that it seemed that the sound of blacksmithing had disappeared.
He moved the arms and legs that were resting on it away, carefully stood up and walked to the roof of the tree house. After knocking on the door, the voice of the political commissar sounded.
"come in."
When Guru opened the door, he saw that the political commissar had not stopped studying at night. He was reading by lamplight, researching how to spread the red thought more efficiently.
"It's Gulu, why are you awake?"
"Commissar, listen."
The political commissar frowned and pricked up his ears. Suddenly, as if he realized something, he quickly stood up and walked outside, took out a telescope and looked at the wooden house in the dark.
"The fire has gone out, and Comrade Black Orc seems to be sitting on the grass slope!"
The two fart spirits looked at each other, then hurried down the tree house, woke up Squig and hurried towards the cabin.
Under the night sky, the huge Vulcan was seen sitting cross-legged outside the house, looking up at the starry sky, with a serene expression as if he was feeling the beauty of nature.
The two men jumped off Squig and walked over by themselves, fearing that the joyful Squig would disturb this peaceful place.
For several months, the sound of iron hammering appeared as expected every night, without stopping for a single day. This was the first time I had encountered a situation like today.
The Commissar and Gulu stood in front of each other's knees, raised their necks and shouted:
"Comrade Black Orc, what are you thinking about?"
Vulkan took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly, then looked at the two fart spirits and stretched out his hands.
Gulu looked at the political commissar, then used his hands and feet to climb onto the palm.
"If you try your best but still can't change certain situations, will you become discouraged and unable to move forward?" Vulkan opened his mouth slightly and spoke in a low voice.
Gulu scratched his head, not knowing how to answer, but the political commissar crossed his arms, straightened his waist, and raised his head and said:
“Sometimes, things don’t go as you wish, and the results may be far from what you want. It’s okay to be discouraged, but you must know that you can’t be dominated by emotions!
The only way to test the truth is to practice. If it doesn't work once, try it twice. If it doesn't work twice, try it three times. Any great result comes from infinite attempts.
Although it is said that trying to change your fate will always end in another way.
But in our team that believes in the Red Gaobu spirit, we disdain to believe such resigned remarks.
How can you know if the result will change if you don’t try? If you hesitate and passively wait for the so-called result of fate, you are just waiting for death to come!
The orcs are a huge mountain pressing down on our heads, but as long as we persist, we can still conquer the mountain even if it takes thousands or even tens of thousands of years!
By then, even if we die, the next generation will still remember the footsteps of our predecessors. The fart spirit is dead, but the spirit of Red Goblin will be immortal!"
The sight of the political commissar raising his arms and shouting shocked Gollum again. He didn't understand why the political commissar's little head could remember so many truths.
It could only remember what it had eaten two nights ago, and at most it remembered that about 300 orc days ago, it was Brother Lin Heng who gave it a new life.
In the blink of an eye, his elder brother was gone for half a year...
Vulkan sighed, thinking that he was not as aware as this fart spirit that was about the size of his thumb.
Although he had lost his memory, Lin Heng had awakened the sealed corner of his heart. He sent away the young man whose expedition had not yet been completed. Now it was time for him to find himself again.
"Yes, fight to the end... Now it's time for me to embark on the journey."
Vulkan said this and put his hand on the grass, and Gollum and the political commissar jumped down swiftly.
"There are gifts I left behind in the cabin. You will have to rely on yourself from now on."
Guru listened and said quickly:
"Great Black Orc, are you...are you going to leave?"
Vulkan nodded, then raised his hammer. A beam of white light that penetrated the galaxy shot into the ground, and a black figure walked into it.
Gulu looked at the beam of light, then at the political commissar. Seeing him nod with a smile, he strode forward with tears in his eyes, and shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Take me with you! I want to find my elder brother!"
Gollum jumped into the beam of light, a dark shadow passed by, and everything returned to silence.
The political commissar saluted the sky, then turned to look at the fart spirits who were awakened by the noise and shouted:
"Comrades, the revolution is not over yet, you and I still need to work hard!"