As things stand, the outcome of the meeting with Killiman was much better than Fogen had imagined.

Among the remaining loyalists, he is the easier group to deal with.

The overly rational way of thinking makes Killeman make decisions against his heart for the sake of his ideals, just like the great hero in a fairy tale who silently endures everything, although the image is very bright and majestic, but he also has to bear the great pain caused by it.

Fogen felt very sorry for this only remaining loyal brother.

Killiman carried almost the entire human race on his shoulders, and was so busy that he couldn't even spare time to take care of his image.

He really wanted to share some responsibilities for each other right away, and one person working twenty-four hours a day and two people working twelve hours a day were two completely different concepts.

And he is the only one in the empire who can do this.

But given the sensitivity of Fogen's identity, doing so would inevitably invite a lot of trouble and resistance.

The empire obviously can't withstand any big tosses, and many things still have to be worked out slowly.

Putting his helmet back on, Fogen walked out of the temple gates.

The Ultramarines who had just been kicked out of the venue were all blocked there.

They were very nervous about the two of them meeting alone, fearing that the purple warrior of unknown origin would be detrimental to their genetic father.

Fortunately, that didn't happen, and the Ultramarines let out a long sigh of relief.

Looking at the group of loyal space marines in front of him, Fugen's heart was full of mixed feelings for a while.

He had had quite a few of these good children before, and he was confident that those children were better than those of the Killimans.

It's a pity that the demon failed them in the end.

Countless martyrs have been led into a shameful conspiracy and died worthless, leaving the rest almost entirely in the darkness and turned into a horde of deranged monsters.

"Go back in, he's waiting for you." Fugen spoke to the crowd.

The Ultramarines nodded slightly.

They didn't pay much attention to the tall warriors in front of them.

If there was a need to know, Killiman would have told them that responding to the primordial call was the number one priority at this moment.

It was the unreserved trust of the children in the father of genes, and it was more important for them to fulfill Gilliman's will than anything else.

Soon after, the Ultramarines entered the temple again.

Fugan glanced at the crowd waiting outside, but couldn't spot Wei Mu's figure.

Mortals hiding in the middle of a group of large space marines are really not easy to find.

However, after most of the crowd had left, the young man still did not appear, much to Fugen's surprise.

"Your Excellency the Dear Personal Bodyguard." He asked.

"Look, I, Cato Sicarius, do you have any questions to ask?"

Sicarius kept looking at the tall purple warrior, calculating the outcome of the battle he was going to engage with the other side.

The master's instinct told him that if he really fought, he would not have any chance of winning.

Sicarius trusts his instincts, and that unique sixth sense helps him through a lot of difficulties.

So he became more and more curious about the other party's true strength.

If it weren't for the escort mission, Sicarius would have tried to invite the other party to the training ground.

"Yes, Your Excellency Sicarius, do you know where Wei Muqing has gone?" Fugen said politely.

"I, Cato Sicarius, have just witnessed him being carried away by the High Generalissimo of the Black Templar, Heberecht." "And, I, Cato Sicarius, may responsibly tell you that the young man seems to have anticipated such a scene, and therefore did not show any surprise at the capture of the High Generalissimo." ”

"Black Sanctuary, heir of Dorne?" Fugen was slightly stunned at first, and then seemed to understand something.

Without waiting for him to continue his questioning, Wei Mu appeared at the end of the corridor and came to the door of the temple again.

"What's going on?" Fugen greeted him.

"It's just that he was taken away by the Black Orc Boss." Wei Mu waved his hand.

"Is it because of the Black Sword?"

"That's right." Wei Mu nodded, "Their family's Marshal Amarich died fighting Scarbrand in the Blackstone Fortress during the Terra Expedition. The Black Sword was broken into countless pieces in that battle, and the expeditionary force was fleeing for their lives, and there was no way to recover it, so the things were left there, and now that they know that we control the Blackstone Fortress, the other party will naturally come to ask for it. ”

"So you gave them back?" Seeing that the problem was dealt with so quickly, Fugen felt that Wei Mu had compromised with the other party.

"Not yet." Wei Mu shook his head, "In order to keep that broken black sword, it took me a lot of words. ”

The worship of emperors has long been the norm among mortals, but for the vast majority of Space Marines, the emperor is still not considered a god.

The Black Sanctuary is one of the very few, and their belief in the God-Emperor is no less than that of the Battle Nun, and they are considered the number one god stick among the Space Marines.

If you want to get something out of their hands, you really need some level.

Forgen was a little curious about how Wei Mu did this, but before he could start asking, the subject was changed by the other party.

"Then again, how was your conversation with the Lord Regent?"

"Success!" Fugen gave Wei Mu a thumbs up, "Except for the first punch, things went very smoothly. ”

"That punch was directly with the hand of domination?" Wei Mu remembered the iconic big fist of the Lord of the Ultramarines.

"That's right, I was broken by him." Fugen said aggrievedly.

"If you haven't been beaten so much that you can't get out of bed for three months, you can already be regarded as Lord Regent's mercy." Wei Mu smiled, this is undoubtedly a good trend for the relationship between the two brothers, and then turned to ask, "What do you think he will arrange for us?" ”

"Considering the capabilities of our troops, if I were to be the commander-in-chief, there is a high probability that we would split our forces to clear the Nakmund Corridor." Fugan looked down in thought.

Protecting the army's supply lines is always a top priority, and if you always rely on forcibly crossing the Great Rift to supply, no matter how rich the Holy Frontier is, you can't help but be so defeated.

"So we're going to run to Abadon?"

"At least we have to hold him back, we can't give him the energy to do evil, it's only a matter of time before Killiman cleans up the dark side of the Empire." Fogen explained.

"Then I guess I'll have to find a way to gather some people who can waaagh!! Up the troops. Wei Mu said thoughtfully.

Greenskins are extremely resistant to Chaos Corruption, and taking them to sweep the Eye of Dread is a great option.

The two were chatting when there was a sudden commotion in the palace.

According to the report received by Sicarius, it seemed that an intruder had appeared in the palace, galloping in their direction.

(End of chapter)