Chapter 515: Guilliman: Mom Doesn't Want Me Anymore!
Two weeks flew by. The Lemon Fists, having set out from Holy T'au-ra, hurried as fast as they could to reach the 500 Worlds of Ultramar, ruled by Guilliman.
After being ravaged by the Tyranids time and again, the 500 Worlds of Ultramar were dotted with Planetoid fortresses on high alert. The moment the Supreme Lemon appeared, ships from the Ultramarines surrounded it and notified Calgar, Regent of the Duchy of Ultramar.
Fallen or not, Guilliman was far more refined and well-mannered than Dorn, that backwater bumpkin from the far north. And Calgar, the Warmaster's foremost Batur, had clearly learned his lessons well. Taking only the Primarch's honor guard with him, he went in person to invite them aboard the Lemon.
Seeing the still-tall and imposing Rogal Dorn before him, Calgar couldn't help feeling surprised. Dorn's reputation as a beggar was so famous that every time Calgar saw him, he was holding out his hand for money. It was rare to see the Primarch looking so "full of life"!
It wasn't Calgar's fault that he described Dorn that way. He simply couldn't think of a better phrase. Dorn was a Primarch, after all, and a hulking four meters tall. You couldn't exactly call him kind-faced.
Besides, Dorn's current appearance was almost impossible to take seriously. Though he was already a Daemon Prince, he had a ridiculous little topknot on his head. His eyes darted everywhere, and there was a clear, guileless innocence to them that Calgar couldn't understand.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Calgar would have thought the fellow before him was Abaddon, that pointy-headed mercenary chief!
"My lord, Father has prepared a banquet for your arrival, and everything is ready for these honored guests as well. When