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"He's crazy!"

Twelve high lords of Terra were chattering around the round table, and the madman they were talking about was the recently resurrected Robert Guilliman.

"Unyielding Crusade? He has a good name..."

A high lord sat in his bloated chair, muttering somberly. He was very old, and the old man was hardly human. But the implants and life-extending surgery still ensure that this old bone can sit here with grandeur, at the pinnacle of power in the Imperium of Man.

"We cannot tolerate his behavior - it is tantamount to suicide! The current empire cannot afford a war of this magnitude!"

"How to stop it? That's a Primarch! A living Primarch!"

They were arguing with each other, scolding each other like shrews, shouting loudly, trying to find a suitable solution.

A shadow stood in the darkness above them, silent and contemptuous.

He raised his hand and took in all the light sources in the room, a scene that made the twelve high-ranking lords fall into silence. They know very well that this is impossible.

But if the impossible happens, it happens....

A high-ranking lord shouted: "Guards! Guards!"

"No more guards," said a voice softly in the darkness.

"Who are you?!"

"I?"

"boom!"

Like a heavy object falling to the ground, the flashing red light lit up, and a tall black figure stood on the round table. He lowered his head, and the bat pattern on his chest was so breathtaking. The flickering red light shone on each of their faces, with different expressions, but he was always contemptuous: "Good evening, high-level lords of Terra."

He made a gesture, and the person who wanted to continue talking was unable to speak. He said, "Do you remember your duties?"

"You coordinate and manage various political decisions in the Empire in the name of the Emperor. Your own responsibility is to interpret and implement the Emperor's will. The twelve of you are selected to sit in this position. This chair is about the lives of countless civilians..."

"But based on my investigation, you don't seem to be conscientious."

The shadow said calmly: "There are an astonishing number of chaos cults, aliens and mutants in the lower level of Terra Hive, and they have even escaped every search in the past 40 years. According to some of your unfinished handwriting, I noticed some interesting little evidence."

"Last year, the censor Valicia was executed in the lower level of the hive on the charge of trying to contact the Chaos cult, but your internal rhetoric seems to be a bit different... He wants to report your condoning the cult, So he was executed, right?"

"This is just the tip of the iceberg. I can't be bothered to read about all the crimes you guys have committed."

A man in black was sitting on a chair, but the man who had just continued to listen silently stood up. His face was hidden under a robe: "This is a very serious charge and you have to show evidence."

Sombra turned his head and looked at him: "Assassin's Court Grand Instructor, Fadix, hello. Do you want evidence?"

"Yes." Fadix looked at him, not backing away. "If the evidence is true - my subordinates will work with you to kill these hidden worms."

Shadow smiled.

"Irtu Hemonti, Minister of Internal Affairs, Uranan Rama, Ambassador of the Imperial Navigator, Kanya Danda, Spokesperson for the Rogue Traders, and.... Pope Bardos Les Special, please explain, okay?"

"What to explain? What is your identity, ask us to explain to you?" The head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs slumped on his chair with a pale face, and cursed, he couldn't move, and his life depended on the bloated chair.

The shadow snapped his fingers, and the lights came on, illuminating his face, which was an unfamiliar face. The tall, stocky stranger said calmly, "You don't know me, and you shouldn't know me. I shouldn't exist... But since you asked."

The next second, he appeared behind the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs and whispered to him, "I am your nightmare."

The parasite who was paralyzed on the chair was twisted and his neck was broken before he could scream in the mouth of the parasite.

"You killed a high-ranking lord without investigation, and the other party was the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. This is a very serious matter." The Assassin Court's Grand Instructor looked at him and said calmly.

"Yes." Shadow replied. "I know."

Fadix stared at him, something else in his voice: "...he sent you."

"No, I came voluntarily." Sombra said, then turned to look at the other three.

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Guilliman stood on his flagship, the Glory of Macragge. There was another man standing beside him. The other man was also tall and blond like him. The two were also almost divinely handsome. It looks like twins.

The only difference was that the man wasn't always frowning like Guilliman.

"...his job is done quickly," Guilliman whispered suddenly.

"I haven't known him for a long time, but why did you send him..." the man said. "So, I trust him."

"I haven't seen what's in your mouth." Guilliman raised his head and looked at the frescoes on the ceiling of this room, squinting his eyes in disgust. "But I'm looking forward to meeting him. He must be a man of noble character."

Steve Rogers laughed: "Well...you probably don't like him too much, he's not as old-fashioned as we are."

Guilliman's mouth also showed a smile: "Your description reminds me of some of my brothers. It doesn't matter, we are all fighting for the same ideal, what is the small difference in personality?"

"Speaking of which...have you met him?"

Steve Rogers knew who he was referring to~www.readwn.com~ He nodded and said calmly, "I saw."

"What do you think of him?"

"Unlike you, Guilliman. I'm not his son, I'm a renunciation—a Primarch, in your terms," ​​Steve said. "So, my opinion of him doesn't matter."

"No, your opinion matters," Guilliman insisted.

The two looked at each other for a while, and eventually, Steve said, "An incompetent father, a qualified leader...a lonely man."

Guilliman nodded and said no more.

The Glory of Macragge was floating above Terra, and they were just waiting for an opportunity.

An opportune time to allow him and his heirs to enter Terra, to completely remove the evil and darkness that had grown in his 10,000 years of sleep, and then—to launch this expedition.