Guilliman at a Turning Point in History (13)

You raised an eyebrow slightly.

You shifted the mag-boots of your Vibranium Power Armor and turned to glance at Ephrenni, the divine emissary who had long since heard Calgar's racially prejudiced whisper.

At that moment, no emotion showed on her exquisite, radiant pale face. Only Thousand Faces, her Death Korps adjutant and chosen champion, stared fixedly at Calgar's towering figure.

Under your gaze, Ephrenni merely swayed the emerald feather ornament behind her towering white hair, spread like a peacock's tail. At the same time, she slowly raised Old Woman's Sword in her slender hand and examined the sharp blade glinting with an icy chill.

"They are important allies of ours now, especially for that matter."

You swiftly withdrew your gaze.

Staring solemnly at Calgar standing close before you, you spoke to him in a grave tone.

"Calgar, the time has come... Odd changes, even stays the same!"

The instant Calgar heard the agreed-upon passphrase you had casually spoken.

The fine wrinkles on his impassive, stern face instantly relaxed and twitched.

He took a deep breath, then replied with the second half of the passphrase in a low, reluctant voice, his mouth twitching slightly.

"Chaos... is shit!"

"Pfft, hahahaha—"

In an instant, Wolf cub's unrestrained laughter echoed through Fortress Hera, where the thunder of artillery fire occasionally rang out.

The next second, Lord Cypher, whose face had also reddened somewhat, forcibly punched Wolf cub beside him, finally stopping his overly uninhibited laughter.

At that moment, both the Ultramarines standing nearby and the Black Templars who had accompanied you instinctively turned their gazes toward Calgar's towering body.

The corner of your mouth twitched slightly.

You slowly raised a Vibranium hand and heavily patted Calgar's thick shoulder plate several times.

Perhaps to prevent the embarrassment in his heart from worsening and to avoid