Serenity

It is disrespectful for a son to scold his father, and it is even more immoral for a son to beat his father.

Especially for Space Marine who share a bloodline, the thought of someone daring to offend their Gene-Lord is more Kiya than having 10,000 Ork Boy piss on their heads!

But there are always exceptions, especially for the Guilliman Glory Guard.

Just like the Glory Guard of all legions, such as Deathwing, Iron Circle, Kheshig, Moloch, and Black Knights, the Ultramarines' Glory Guard has a simple name: Ever -Victorious Army, which means winning big and winning big.

Within a legion or Chapter, the Glory Guard is a very special unit. They are bodyguards and also serve as staff; only seasoned veterans can join.

In general, these powerful young men primarily protect those who have risen to the ranks of Chapter Master, Chapter Priest, or Chief Librarian —these are incredibly powerful and invincible individuals who can turn the world upside down at will.

It sounds normal, but upon closer inspection, it's quite awkward. It's fine when the Primarch isn't around, since everyone is Space Marine.

People like Caldor, a One-Punch Man, Mephisto, a cultivator, Dante, who probably won't die in his lifetime, are a minority.

However, the Glory Guard is in a rather awkward position after the Primarch returns. Even the weakest Primarch is still Primarch. If the Primarch can't defeat him, then they are even less likely to be able to.

Before, we could still enjoy the battles and bask in the envious glances of the new recruits. When the Astra Militarum saw those cool decorations, they would shout, "Hey, it's the guard captain!" We were completely Kiya!

At least there were moments of glory, like when they were on stretcher to rescue their leader. But things are different now. The Primarchs' Glory Guard has become their secretariat. With four Primarchs huddled together in Holy Terra, who can possibly harm their father?

Even if the Greater Daemon himself were to arrive, he would have to cover his backside and leave.

But when there is no danger, one's own people are the greatest danger. Hearing the old father's screams inside the door, the group of veteran guards hesitated for a long time, but ultimately chose to turn a blind eye.

It's no wonder they were slacking off. As the saying goes, those near the water get the first taste of the moon; they had already seen their father writing something. How to put it? Well, the good thing is that it's thicker Astartes Codex, so one book is as good as two for wiping your butt.

Those who make it into the Glory Guard are all seasoned veterans, and the most important thing is that they are quick-witted. They are fundamentally different from those Astartes who just memorize the Codex Astartes, even if they are Ultramarines.

Perhaps the old father's cries were too pitiful, because the veteran guard wanted to open the door to stop him, but was stopped by Caldor, who was on his shift.

What are you doing?

"Captain, I think that's enough. Listen to those screams, they've become weak and feeble. Will Father be beaten to death?"

"What do you mean by death? Stop saying such auspicious things. Father will definitely not die, but if you go in, you'll be half-dead. You'll go in upright and come out horizontal."

The guard thought about it and agreed, but still asked, "Captain, you're not holding a grudge, are you? Back then, you wanted to grant a special medal to a veteran of the Zerg Wars, and then a bunch of people used the Codex Astartes to insult you."

"Bullshit! You make it sound like I, Caldor, am petty. How dare you talk back? Did you do what I asked you to do?"

"It's done. I've already sent someone to Blackshields to retrieve the Second Company Captain. Commander Titus is currently in the Sol Sector, apparently in a world called Necromunda. We chatted for a bit earlier."

At this point, the guard's face turned ashen, as if he had just eaten something disgusting. "Commander Titus asked us to do him a favor and exonerate his friend."

"Oh? Rehabilitated!"

Perhaps thinking of his old subordinate's experience, Caldor guessed that it was another unlucky fellow who had been tricked by the Inquisition, and Titus was moved by the scene, which is why he sought his help.

"That's easy. Father probably got a bad beating. I'll take a case of milk to my Second Uncle later. Second Uncle 'll definitely help. Just who is this hero who has earned Titus's admiration?"

"That's certainly a hero. His crimes include inciting rebellion and smuggling dangerous goods. But what's interesting is that he's a leader named Ogryn, and his name is Muscle Brute!"

Upon hearing this name, everyone lost their composure. Caldor even laughed in anger, "Ogryn, who can't even count properly, instigated a rebellion and is suspected of smuggling dangerous goods. The local Inquisition so rude! Why doesn't it just say Ogryn is an illegal Psyker?"

"Could Ogryn really be a Psyker?"

"No, no, Ogryn isn't Psyker, but there are three people on the list given by Commander Titus, one of whom, Sigmar, is an illegal Psyker and a follower of the Blood God."

"A psychic who worships the Blood God? You must be joking. Oglin is fine, but this thing absolutely cannot be kept alive. Just kill it."

"But that illegal Psyker was radiating golden light."

Caldor paused, silently lit a mushroom, the electronic eye beeped, and his stubble and slightly weathered beard gave him a look of weariness.

He squatted in the corner for a while before standing up.

"On the other hand..."

In principle, we shouldn't let this heresy go unpunished, but how should I put it? In other words, look at this, are you sure Titus is saying it's emitting golden light? And not some blue, green, purple, or red light?"

The soldier nodded frantically, indicating that he didn't believe it at first either, but Commander Titus had said that it was indeed emitting golden light, as bright as a flashbang, and that Daemon would be burned to ashes upon seeing it.

Moreover, someone was firing Bolter Pistol like a submachine gun, shouting something about sacrificing blood to the God-Emperor and offering up his Golden Throne, and then charging at the enemy. I had no choice but to believe it!

"Okay then, I'll bring two cases of milk later."

"Let's take a few more boxes," the guard suggested.

"There are more experts?"

"Wow, this last one is truly a master."

After saying that, the guard took out a printed photograph and handed it over. Caldor (who only had one eye) understood why the guard said it was an expert at just one glance, because this thing was not human at all, but a Giant Lizard that was 7 meters tall.

"Is this Xenos?"

"It's not Xenos. According to Commander Titus, it's an ancient sacrificial site they discovered during a mission in the Hive City. Based on clues in the murals, they found a great treasure in the wasteland."

Like other treasures, it contained a large amount of weaponry and equipment, all top-of-the-line items from the Great Crusade era, including five Cobra-class Destroyer, the paint of which wasn't even scratched.

It was here that they discovered a large number of hibernation pods, filled with these lizards of varying sizes, the largest being over 7 meters tall and the smallest only 1.5 meters. The Kill Teams was nearly whipped to death by these lizards.

According to the locals, this is the Guardian Beast of their Nikoromunda, belonging to the Loa spirits in the local Shaman doctrine.

The photo shows Reckoner, the lizard leader, who pried the Thunderhawk engine out with a single claw.

"Reckoner! Where is he? Who's saying my little brother's name?"

With a kick of her foot, Mordred, carrying the unconscious Guilliman around her waist, holding Coconut Heart Bobo in her left hand and that damned toilet paper in her right, reached out her long tail and snatched the letter, completely ignoring Caldor's disregard for her gaze.

"Hayek's chosen one, Oglin, Sigmar? And my lizardman chieftain."

Great! One piece of good news after another! Now that things have come to this, I must revive the Legion immediately!

Mordred casually tossed Guilliman onto Caldor, saying that everyone had done a good job, and told them to turn left and find Roland to collect their eight-month stipend.

You said Ultramarines don't get stipends? Well, we Atlas do. If you don't want stipends, just turn right and find Angell. Tell him what weapons and equipment you want, and he'll tell you, "Second Uncle, I have plenty of money."

Three minutes later, all 11,678 Atlas who had been reorganized arrived, and the Dog-men hidden in Terra also appeared to welcome their true Legion Commander: "All of you, listen to my command! The objective Serenity. Bring everything you can and follow me on this expedition. We will restore the glory of Atlas, resurrect our former friends, open this transport route, and rebuild our homeworld."

For Super Serenity, for Atlas!

"Hey ha, I've lived up to the Legion's expectations!"