Chapter 80 Think Positively

First, the light.

If you wear a power armor helmet, the eyepiece should keep the light entering your eyes in a suitable range.

But the supernatural sunlight still shone in from the void window the moment he entered the door, dazzling Julius' eyes.

This pale golden warm light suddenly made him think of some fragments that should have been stuffed into the deepest corner of his memory under training, hypnosis and surgery.

Icefield.

Bonfire.

Stories by the fire.

The old face of a mortal.

Earnest teachings, loving trust, warmth of embrace, roughness of palms… Empire… betrayal… brothers… pain… children… death… abandonment… together… darkness… cold… falling… who grabbed… whose… hand…

… who… sighed… who… warmed… hugged… who…

His senses were suddenly “expanded” to a different form of existence, and unimaginable power filled his limbs. He could pass through the curtain of reality and magic, and a single blow from him could destroy a star—

Stars floated beside him, he slowly passed by the hot nebula that was hatching countless tentacles, clumps of thin cosmic dust brushed past his body like mist, and the dying stars in the galaxy were powerlessly illuminating the last life on the frozen planet—

Something huge in the void called out to him.

Julius blinked. Was it… a whale…?

A thought suddenly illuminated his mind like lightning: But I’m on the Destiny Steel—

The feeling of being down to earth returned.

Julius' eyes gradually adjusted to the sunlight. He stood there, looking around the office he had entered with his weapon tightly grasped.

The room was quiet, and there was no one behind the two desks.

The Chapter Master's desk in the center was reflected by the slanting sunlight, and a half-drunk cup of cinnamon milk foam Reka coffee was still steaming.

He looked at the desk of the elder Khadormo again. The enhanced eyeballs and optic nerves of the Astartes clearly told him through the magnification of the eyepiece that the ink of the smooth letters annotated on the parchment had not yet completely dried, and the Dreadnought who was working had definitely not left the desk for more than forty-five standard Terra seconds.

But with the sound capture ability of the Ear of Leman and the speed and weight of the Contemptor Dreadnought, even the elder Khadormo could never accomplish such a thing as "leaving the desk without making any noise, running into the next room, closing the door, and continuing to be silent" within forty-five standard Terra seconds.

Julius' muscles were tense, and he put his finger on the force field button of the scepter.

Where are the people?

Why is there no one?

Soltarn had just walked out of this office, and they even talked for a few words.

Could this actually be a trap?

The temperature in the room dropped as the concentration of the power of the Supreme Heaven increased, and the glimmering psychic lightning surrounded his forehead to form a crown of thorns that was more condensed and dense than before.

"Click."

A very slight movement.

The Ear of Leman told him that the source of the sound was behind the curtain that fell to the ground.

A drop of sweat ran across the forehead of the young Astartes.

He walked over vigilantly--

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"This matter, well, it's better to talk about it, it's better to talk about it."

The body of the fourth Primarch sat there rubbing his hands, with an expression of "a parent was found by his child to secretly paint the model that he had saved with his pocket money for a year" and his eyes wandered around.

Opposite him, being held down by two iron ring guards was Julius, who had been disarmed by Vannas, and whose power armor and psychic hood were locked by some mysterious code, and whose psychic power was being reversely suppressed.

The experienced Raven Guard also took off the skull helmet of the acting priest. The haggard demigod with blond hair and blue eyes stared at the body of the Iron Warrior Primarch with bloodshot eyes.

"You, the vicious deceiver of Chaos!" he hissed, "The darkest blasphemy! Betrayal! Deception! I really shouldn't have done that! What did I do! Blind me! Stupid me! Sinful me! I even convinced others! I even personally offered the elders and all the brothers to you, the great enemies of the Emperor! Ah! What did I do!"

The continuous impact of the truth made him too distracted and muttered to himself.

Julius's originally mellow and pleasant voice was now distorted and hoarse like crying blood, "I... I... I still had a fluke about the truth of the facts... indulged in false beauty... I actually wanted to hear an explanation in person before I decided to end everything... I was too weak... This is my sin... It was caused by me... I... I... don't deserve it..."

The color of chaos swirled in the shadows of his sky-blue eyes.

Perturabo, who was lying on the sofa nearby, crossed his front legs and sneered at the situation.

"Hey, hey, hey," Ramizarn cleared his throat and looked away, "Don't say that, right? After all, none of us lied, and we all get along very well. I was planning to take you to see the famous garden world here... Julius? What's wrong with you? Julius?"

[Hmph... Ramizarn, step back. Don't look straight at me! ]

In the Temple of Rectification at the other end of the Milky Way, Calga and Tigris, who had rushed over after hearing the news, solemnly watched the first change in their dead father and god who sat stiffly in the coffin of the Stasis Shrine in 10,000 years.

On the Phalanx, Thor Galadon frowned as he stared at the sacred hand bones of the Gene Father. Every name engraved on them was calling out his father's name, and each call was weaker than the last.

In the office of the Chapter Master of the Destiny Steel, Julius Robert Omar slowly raised his face that looked like Robert Guilliman.

It was like a nightmare made of the essence of a thousand nightmares.

Dazzling red tears of blood dripped from his eye sockets, one eye burned with a dazzling purple atmosphere of enchantment and filth, and the other eye was filled with a withered pus green light. The blue crystal bird tongue occupied his mouth, and was about to seduce the listener's soul with nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine different languages.

Ten thousand years later, on another Glorious Queen, the Chaos Gods opened their mouths again to the fleeing Undivided, and were about to curse the first syllable of the first word with pride-

A ball that also shone with multiple colors and a hint of black light was picked up by the border collie and accurately pushed into his open mouth.

The Chaos God screamed in reluctance and anger and wanted to spit it out-

The hot and dog-smelling meat pad pressed down Julius' mouth.

The Adam's apple of the container rolled up and down for a while, whether it was out of instinctive disgust or something else, and the ball was swallowed.

Then the curtain fell heavily, the hurricane of the ether stopped, and the things rolled up in the room began to fall down with a crackling sound.

[Pfft. That guy didn't tell me that it was so disgusting to use. ]

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Julius blinked hard, and the acting priest and think tank found himself unconscious again.

He was sitting on the sofa in the Chapter Master's office, in front of him was the kind Chapter Master and... a black and white four-legged plush creature that looked angry but made people want to touch it?

The blond Astartes felt stiff all over, as if he had been thrown into a gladiatorial cage and fought a hundred times in a row. He moved his body, and the Holy Word slid into his palm. The touch of the leather made him feel much more at ease.

Then he remembered why he had lost consciousness just now.

"I still can't accept this fact..." He moved his stiff neck with difficulty.

"I know it's really hard to accept. Julius, but I'm glad you came to talk to me about this." Ramizane stood up and poured a cup of hot Reka coffee for the young man who was ten times more sad by the standards of Space Marine facial expressions.

"Look at the bright side, at least you didn't become the Emperor's Children, World Eaters, Death Guard, Rubric Warriors, Black Legion or Malice Warriors."

"Thank you, Chapter Master." Julius held a coffee cup, and his face that looked like Robert Guilliman did not look encouraged.

"But I just learned that my parent group changed from the Imperial Fists to the Iron Warriors."

Quack.

Still finished on time today.

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