Big Brother, Second Brother, You Guys Listen to My Explanation

The Battle of Baal is over. With the arrival of the Ultramarines, the Tyranid offensive collapsed instantly.

Although the Hive Fleet was gone, the Zerg left behind on Baal were not doomed. In fact, without the control of the Synapse Creature, these Zerg had become even more ferocious.

To eliminate any future threats, 13,000 Ultramarines from 13 cities were transported to Baal by Guilliman for secondary disinfection.

Although this deployment of troops violated the Astartes Codex, that didn't matter. What mattered was that the Ultramarines saved Baal and destroyed Xenos abominable Tyran.

With a single shot, he blew the samurai insect's skull off. As the company commander of the second company, Cicarius led his company to thoroughly clear the area in front of them. In his eyes, the insects in front of him were nothing but chickens and dogs, not even a match for him, Lord Cicarius.

The only thing that bothered him was the way his cousins looked at him—3 parts helplessness, 3 parts approval, and the remaining 94 parts indifference, making it impossible for anyone to pay attention to him even if he wanted to ask for directions.

Sicarius was a little puzzled, thinking to himself, "I am your great benefactor. If it weren't for the arrival of us Ultramarines, you would have been eaten by the insects long ago. Shouldn't we be giving you a warm welcome?"

But Sicarius quickly realized that although they were respectable in combat, they were still a bunch of bumpkins. Perhaps that was barbarity, unlike their Ultramarines civilization, who didn't even say thank you.

"Boss, there's someone up ahead."

Following the direction his subordinate pointed out, Sicarius indeed saw a figure bending over and fiddling with something on the ground. After a quick glance, he confirmed that it wasn't a bug, but Space Marine.

Even so, Sicarius still spoke up to correct him, "Roland, although I was just assigned to the Second Company, I've told you so many times, you have to use your rank when you're working. You have to call me Captain."

"Okay, Plant Card!"

"..."

"What, you're not convinced? Why don't you go back to the Duelling Cage and train? You can take on our entire company one-on-one! Even that kid Caldor doesn't dare to mess with me, he calls you 'boss,' that's enough. What else do you want?"

Roland was Dreadnought, standing like an iron wall beside Sicarius; his bandit-like demeanor was completely unrealistic.

Even the spoiled and arrogant Sicarius wouldn't dare to argue with his living father. Roland was truly capable of doing things like assembling the company in the middle of the night and then brutally beating up his Captain.

Not to mention that Wuwei is an elder with seniority. It's already quite generous of him to acknowledge a young man like himself as his leader. To this day, the position of company commander of the Second Company has been vacant, with only Titus holding the position for the longest period.

As for why Titus could convince this group of crazy guys in the Second Company, Sicarius actually knew the answer: it was because Titus truly won the Grand Slam single-handedly, taking on the entire company by himself.

This is why Sicarius is so Combat Power despite his young age. After all, a bunch of old guys train him like crazy every day, and they drag him into the Duelling Cage for a group fight at the drop of a hat. It's hard not to get stronger.

Perhaps noticing Sicarius's embarrassment, Roland offered words of comfort, "Kid, you've done pretty well already. I have faith in you. Last time you made it to the 72nd person. Next time, if you can hold out until the 80th person, I'll steal Caldor's Power Fist for you and let you have some fun."

Upon hearing this, Sicarius's helplessness vanished instantly. He immediately replied, "Since you've said that, what can I say? Captain isn't important. Just call me Little Ka."

"You little rascal, no wonder you get along so well with us. Let's go, I have this empty feeling inside me, like something's about to happen."

While swatting away the insects, Sicarius made steady progress and soon spotted the figure picking up trash.

"Hey bro over there, which Chapter are you from? Your Paint Scheme job doesn't look like Blood Angels or Dark Angels."

"Ah! Me? I'm from Atlas."

"Atlas." He looked at Hainsefro, who was dressed in tattered clothes, patched from head to toe, and filthy like a rat.

Sicarius discovered that he had no idea which Chapter was called Atlas, but judging from their black Paint Scheme and winged insignia, he guessed that they were probably a Scion Chapter of the Dark Angels.

Although the Dark Angels have a notorious reputation, and every member from the main group to the Scion Chapter is a crazy and eccentric person, Dark Angels are still quite reliable as long as they are not provoked.

As for when the Dark Angels will react, Sicarius thought it was inappropriate to ask such a question.

"I heard a Primarch has returned. Do you know where he is now?"

Sicarius was prepared to return empty-handed, but to his surprise, the other side claimed to know, and not only that, but also that there was more than one Primarch, two of whom had returned to the Empire, and as for where they were, they were hiding in that ditch over there.

As expected, following Sevro, the men led by Sicarius soon discovered the two Primarch hiding in the ditch.

Seeing the group of Ultramarines peeking out from the edge of the trench, Mordred, who was having Hot Pot with Zhuang Sen, suddenly sharpened his eyes. Even Lion King put down his dipping sauce dish and looked at his brother.

Zhuang Sen was absolutely certain that the group of Ultramarines in front of him were definitely not Guilliman's sons. As for why he knew so much, wasn't it obvious? He would never forget those silly yet wise eyes of theirs.

The thought that Guilliman would have to go through what he had gone through Zhuang Sen want to laugh.

What's even better is that he's absolutely certain Mordred is up to no good and will definitely try to lure Guilliman over.

Thinking of this, the Lion King ate even more heartily. He needed to eat a few more bites so he would have the strength to welcome his good brother Guilliman.

"Your Highness, if I'm not mistaken, you are the Lion King? I admire you so much!"

"And you must be His Highness Sanguinius! I've been a fan of yours since I was a child. By the way, where are your wings?"

Wings were nothing to Mordred; she immediately unfurled a pair of pure white wings from her back, even plucking a feather and handing it to Sicarius in front of her.

"Kid, hurry up and call your father. I can't wait to see my good brother. Remember not to mention Zhuang Sen is here. We want to give him a surprise, don't you think, Zhuang Sen?"

"Indeed, the thought of meeting Guilliman makes my mouth water. By the way, doesn't your legion have any ships yet?"

Mordred nodded, indicating that he truly lived up to his elder brother's reputation; he was indeed ruthless and cruel. He then gave an order to the group of "Ultramarines" cowering at the edge of the trench, too afraid to advance:

"My dear child, didn't you hear what your uncle said? Hurry back and pack your valuables."

"Father... Your Highness, we're going right now, just you wait and see!"

Looking at his scattered subordinates, Sicarios was still a little confused. How could they all have run away in the blink of an eye? "Your Highness, what valuables were you talking about?"

"That's a secret!" Mordred smiled without saying a word, and the Lion King appeared behind Sicarius.

Perhaps Guilliman was also eager to join forces with Sanguinius, for upon receiving the news, he immediately dropped everything, jumped onto the landing craft, and rushed over.

With an excited heart and trembling hands, Guilliman could see the winged figure as he drew closer.

Without any hesitation, the moment the hatch opened, Guilliman rushed out and hugged his good brother tightly.

"Sanguinius, you're finally back! I've missed you so much! You have no idea, Father has gone mad, like someone with dementia, all he does is babble nonsense on his throne."

The pressure that had been building up for so long was finally released, and Guilliman was so moved that he shed tears. Looking at the face in front of him that was exactly the same as the one deep in his memory, Guilliman cried like a child.

He was so tired, like a hamster, constantly running in a wheel, and the wheel's name was Empire.

"But none of that matters anymore, I'm no longer alone."

"Yes, you're not alone anymore. Don't look so sad. Now that we're back, your good days are here. Zhuang Sen, come out quickly, I've caught him."

"What?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a tall figure emerged from the corner of the trench, carrying in his hands none other than Sicarius, stripped of his armor and tightly bound in chains.

"Father, run! He's not Great Angel, his name is Mordred!"

Upon hearing this, Guilliman instantly got goosebumps, and his previously beaming face fell, his grin vanishing completely.

Perhaps clinging to a sliver of hope, Guilliman closed his eyes and, after a long pause, turned to look at Sanguinius, where he saw Mordred.

Meanwhile, Zhuang Sen stood behind Guilliman, caught in a pincer movement and caught in a dilemma, Guilliman looked as helpless as a little girl.

"Big brother, Second Brother, please let me explain, I... Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!"