Ambitious

"Any news from Nostramo?"

On the Flagship of the Rogue Trader fleet, Captain Ashinu still felt his legs trembling slightly.

Just now, they saw a picture of the entire Peaceful Star System.

What a beautiful Planet that is!

Even the Garden of Nurgle worlds of those Planet nobles seem so wild and untamed compared to this.

They had an idea.

The profits that could be obtained by trading such a Planet would be enormous!

But the next moment, they regretted it.

Before Ashinu could react, a dark green door appeared behind him.

Immediately afterwards, a warrior clad in black armor appeared before him.

Before he could react, the other man's sword was already at his neck.

"Explain your purpose and the faction you belong to."

This scene occurred on all the ships in the entire fleet.

Subsequent statistics revealed that a thirteen-person squad appeared on their fleet, like a shadow in the universe, arriving and disappearing quickly and silently.

"Sir... sir."

"What's wrong now?!"

"We're afraid we won't get any news from Nostramo."

Ashinu's adjutant was a capable woman; anyone could tell she was a strong, independent woman.

But now, her face was deathly pale.

"What happened, Bona?"

"In near-Earth orbit of Nostramo, there lies the Ultramarines' warship."

Ultramarines?

"That's not all, sir. Besides the Ultramarines, we also saw the Word Bearers, the Emperor's Children, the Imperial Fists, the Blood Angels, the Iron Hands, and even... the Luna Wolves!"

This universe has gone mad!

This universe is absolutely insane!

On a small, obscure Planet, seven Legions of Battle Barge appeared.

Could it be that they've stumbled upon some top-secret Imperium meeting?

Yes.

Combined with the golden star seen in Warp.

Who else but the Emperor himself could accomplish these things?

"Go, hurry up!"

"It's too late." Bona collapsed to the ground, staring at the target unit displayed on the spaceship's radar.

That's Macro-cannon!

The immense power of the Macro-cannon grazed past Ashinu's fleet.

Standing atop the Flagship of the Profit, Ashinu could even feel the unparalleled heat and the aura of destruction.

The first salvo of four Macro-cannon reduced half of the spaceships present to cosmic scrap metal.

But it's not over yet.

They even have a second round!

After the second round of Macro-cannon, of the original hundred-plus ships, only they and another human fleet remained.

"Grown ups."

"What is it, Bona?" Ashinu was now devoid of any emotion.

He dared not have it.

"There is... there is... Communications Frequency from Nostramo."

"Bring them in, immediately!"

The communication screen unfolded, and Curze's face appeared before them.

"Outsiders, state your purpose."

"We... we just need supplies, sir."

"What, you don't want the Planet anymore?"

How could I possibly accept it?

Who would dare to take it!

"My lord, please forgive my foolishness."

"Leave here once you've resupplyed. I'll give you three days."

After dealing with these troublesome individuals, Curze looked at another frequency that had proactively requested a call.

"Bring him in."

"Hello, I am Futia. My team and I are from the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar. I have brought a complete Civil Servant system with me."

Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar?

The complete Civil Servant system?

Roboute?

Thanks, bro.

"Uh... you're welcome, Curze. Besides, this wasn't my order."

"Moreover, this fleet is very strange. She claims to be from the Five Hundred Worlds, but the problem is that it doesn't have any official markings from the Five Hundred Worlds at all."

Adding to the information Saitat had gathered, Guilliman was now in a very difficult and awkward situation.

"Sevatar."

"Yes, sir."

"Tell Cyrion to get the brothers moving and bring these people in first."

"Clear."

The scene in the operations room became very strange.

Curze simply sipped his tea leisurely and invited his brothers to try some of their Dad's pastries.

But the others weren't in the mood for that.

They are watching Guilliman.

The most ambitious one among them.

As for Roboute Guilliman now, all he wants to do is leave this place and go kill Xenos.

Rather than letting him suffer here like he's sitting on pins and needles, it would be better to let him go and hack and slash those Xenos.

An hour later, all of Futia's entourage, including their fleet, were captured by the Eternal Night Justiciar Legion.

"Sir, all personnel have been apprehended. Shall we begin interrogation?"

"Bring Futia."

Soon, Futia was brought before the Primarch.

She was dressed in a smart naval uniform, and her eyes shone with shrewdness and competence.

"My lords," Futia respectfully.

"Brother Roboute, shall we go or shall we go?"

"Come on, brothers Curze, this is, after all, an internal matter for Nostramo."

Curze nodded, then looked at Futia.

"Name, position, Planet of origin, who sent you, and what is the purpose of your visit?"

"Futia, Lieutenant General of the Imperial Fleet, belonging to the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar, has been sent by Emperor orders to take over Nostramo."

Take over.

This wasn't the first time Curze had heard the word, but every time he heard it, he found it incredible.

Nostramo has a high degree of autonomy; you have no right to take over this place.

"Please forgive my bluntness, my lord, but you will serve the Imperium well in the future, and you will not remain in Nostramo forever."

"And the Father of Night..."

"That's enough," Guilliman said.

He had no choice but to speak.

Has this Imperial Fleet Lieutenant General admiral lost his mind while serving in the military?

Didn't you do any intelligence Investigation before coming?

Moreover, since she knows about the Father of Night, she should understand that the Father of Night is often a taboo subject for Curze.

Where are the Emperor's orders?

Futia produced a scroll of Parchment, which indeed instructed her to govern Nostramo, but only to assist in the governance.

"It's clearly stated above that it's about assisting in jurisdiction."

"But for the Great Crusade..."

"Cyrion."

"Exist."

Cyrion emerged from the shadows and stood behind Futia.

"Take her down and teach her the laws of Nostramo."

"Yes."

An extreme silence fell over the scene.

"Look at my young brother, Roboute Guilliman, he's like that, a fan of so-called Order, but always ambitious."

Curze wasn't particularly impressed by the Night Haunter's words; he was merely somewhat moved.

My brother has really had a tough time.

Having such a terrible teammate can easily lead to trouble.

"Heh, your subordinates are just like you, ambitious."

"Fulgrim, this wasn't my intention. Futia misunderstood Father's meaning; it wasn't my doing."

"Hehehe, the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar are a fertile land full of ambition," Lorgar said.

Curze patted Guilliman on the shoulder.

It's ruined.

This brother who champions Order is now admitting he's ambitious.