Chapter 217 Boy, feel the power of this Catachan!
Unlike Hogg who eats and drinks a lot, Guilliman, who has a strong sense of responsibility, is responsible for the post-production work of City of Perfection.
As Papa Smurf with a lot of government affairs, it only took Guilliman a few days to process the list of all personnel, including those who should be shot and those who should be repatriated.
Anyone who sees this kind of work efficiency will say that he is worthy of being an excel kid.
After finishing the last list, Guilliman slumped in his seat and thought about his experience during this period:
"Is this really the right thing for us to do?"
However, no one could answer his question at this moment. In the empty room, he was the only one thinking alone.
What Guilliman is thinking about is not the fate of those who have been corrupted. He who once searched for Angron with Hogg already knows the dangers of Chaos. After all, he has also defeated the demon incarnation of Angron!
Guilliman still thinks it is too conservative to simply shoot and burn such a hopeless person. If he had done it, he would have blown up the planet long ago.
But this City of Perfection journey made him wonder, "Is everything these soldiers have done meaningful?"
When Guilliman was found by Emperor, Old Man Yellow gave him a grand goal. Great Crusade's feat of prospering mankind is the driving force for all legions to move forward.
But when Great Crusade had begun to take shape, Guilliman discovered that the humans behind them were already so ordinary and could not keep up with the pace of progress.
Guilliman, who has always believed in Imperial Truth, can't believe that his brother is addicted to religion, and none of the humans here dare to question it.
During the War of the Beast period, Guilliman, who supported Terra, once saw the huge dog head in Webway. This destructive power left a shadow in his heart.
When he thought that such a powerful Warp entity could be shaped by faith, and knowing that human beings are a blindly obedient race, Guilliman felt that Imperium would be finished sooner or later.
However, such a powerful Chaos God was beaten violently by his own father, which made Guilliman think, "What the hell is Emperor?"
Such a disrespectful thought shocked Guilliman. The figure of Hogg being beaten up by Emperor could not help but appear in his mind, and he couldn't help but shudder.
He quickly shook this thought out of his mind. He knew that he was not as good as Hogg. If he were to imitate Hogg, he would really be seeking death.
Just as Guilliman was thinking, an innate fluctuation emerged around him. But when this power was about to be revealed to the world, it was strangled in the cradle by the strong will of its master.
Guilliman, who noticed the paper dancing, was still curious as to why there was wind in the battleship's cabin, and he didn't turn on the ventilation!
If any Psyker with normal education were here, they would be amazed at the powerful spiritual energy fluctuations just now, and doubt their life because of the sudden disappearance of the fluctuations.
But Guilliman is Guilliman. Even though he is essentially the core of Warp, he uses his unbreakable three views to shape himself into a psychic Muggle.
After stretching his body, Guilliman felt hungry. He decided to go to Blacklight for a meal and see how the imprisoned Lorgar was doing. He was afraid that the unreliable Hogg would starve his brother to death.
As soon as they heard that their father was going to have a meal, Ultramarines, who looked very stable, went out of his way and signed up one after another to go together. They had already heard about the reputation of Blacklight canteen, so they had to give it a try.
Just like that, half a company of Ultramarines followed their father onto the transport boat and plunged into Blacklight.
As the transport hatch opened, Guilliman stepped into Hogg's flagship for the second time. Only this time, he found that the interior of the battleship had completely changed.
A team of Imperial Guard standing guard were eating. When they saw the distinguished Primarch arriving, they quickly put down the tableware in their hands and went to greet him.
Because each Gloriana-class Battleship is very large, it is too difficult for outsiders who don't know the internal structure to find the right place, so the soldiers standing guard at the hatch are responsible for guiding them.
However, due to the sparse population on Blacklight and the existence of living Machine Spirit like Saint Celena, generally everyone who comes in will receive a location information board, allowing them to go there on their own.
But rules are dead and people are alive. When Primarch's brother comes, the soldiers must go to greet him.
But Guilliman, who felt novel, waved his hand, took the information board, and said to the soldiers on duty:
"You go about your business. This information board is enough. We will find Hogg. Are you still afraid that I will lose it?"
The Ultramariness who smelled the aroma of the food couldn't wait to eat. As soon as they heard what their father said, they hurriedly surrounded Primarch and left the sentry without even leaving a chance to explain to the sentry.
Looking at the Primarch group that had already walked away, the commander of the Blackwatch team wanted to run forward, but his adjutant pulled him and said:
"Sarr, don't go, the One Above, but Primarch, how can you not find the way? Besides, isn't there a reminder on the information board? Let's just eat obediently."
Thinking that what his adjutant said made sense, Sarr stopped and returned to the post to happily show off his meal. He just informed the superiors that a Primarch was here.
However, if this group of Ultramarines follows the prescribed route, they will arrive at their destination soon. However, they have never seen anything new and are attracted by the interior decoration of Blacklight.
Looking at the huge pot of green plants in front of him, Guilliman discovered that although Hogg was a bit of a rough-and-tumble man, he still had good taste, and the interior decoration of Blacklight was to his liking.
With the idea of making a pot for himself, Guilliman stretched out his hand. Seeing that his father was very interested in green plants, Ultramarines began to explore the surrounding plants.
It's just that they didn't find that there was not a single small animal that usually infested their ships on the Blacklight.
What's even more unfortunate is that they, who were concentrating on studying green plants, did not see the red warning icon that appeared on the information board, and their behavior triggered the first line of defense on Blacklight.
The green plants that were caressed up and down opened their eyes hidden in the stems, looking at the group of restless blue cans with a predator's gaze.
When the Ultramariness noticed something was wrong, before they could draw their swords, these beautiful-looking green plants launched an attack on them.
The first one to bear the brunt was the largest Guilliman, and he was very unlucky enough to touch the largest green plant.
Countless green vines blocked the entire space like spider webs, and the tiny barbs scratched Power Armor, making a tooth-piercing metallic scratching sound.
The flower bud, which was originally emitting fragrance, transformed into a ferocious mouth and bit into Guilliman's head. Then it was smashed into pieces by Guilliman's iron fist.
After reacting, Ultramarines finally had the chance to draw his weapon. The roar of the chain saw sounded in the corridor, tearing apart the incoming vines.
But this group of plants was the famous Blood-drinking Vines on Catachan. They dared to resist when they saw their prey, and an extremely viscous liquid was ejected.
Since they were here for a meal, these cans didn't carry many weapons. They only had symbolic melee weapons and no long-range means at all.
Space Marine, who was hit, was quickly fixed in place. Even Guilliman couldn't escape and could only watch his descendants being submerged by the sea of vines.
Wearing only a piece of cloth, Guilliman was unable to fight with his four fists. He was quickly tied up by vines and hung in the air.
And a few restless vines, fortunately not dead, penetrated deep into the gaps in the clothes, so frightened that Guilliman could only tighten his legs to prevent himself from killing his anus, and shouted:
"Gah! Hogg, what the hell are you raising? Come and save me!"