40K: Where did the Emperor go?

Chapter 176 Black History

The emperor brought his three sons to the bridge command room. At this time, the captain of the merchant ship was wiping his sweat with a handkerchief: "It's over, it's over, it's over now, it's all over."

The Emperor patted the captain on the shoulder: "Cheer up."

The captain shouted in a broken voice: "How do you ask me to cheer up? The notorious Sons of Guilliman warband is facing us. Our ship is not even big enough for them to fill their teeth."

In the captain's eyes, the Emperor and the three Primarchs were no different from normal people. It was obvious that the Emperor used some small means to hide their identities.

Captain: "Our navigator seems to have seen something very dangerous. Now he has completely lost the ability to communicate. I don't even dare to jump to the nearest Mandeville Point to escape the real universe."

The captain said in frustration: "Now we are trying our best to communicate with each other, hoping that we can avoid losing money and avoid disaster."

Guilliman frowned: "Are you going to surrender to the traitors?"

The captain sneered: "Otherwise, what else can we do? I heard that the Sons of Guilliman are a warband with thousands of Astartes and countless mutant troops under their command. Who can defeat them?"

Guilliman was stunned: "Sons of Guilliman? Who is their parent group?"

Captain: "It could be that one. They are called the Sons of Guilliman. Of course their parent group is the Ultramarines."

Guilliman's eyes burned with anger, while Angron and Mortarion looked interested.

Angron took out a pack of cigarettes and handed one to the captain. He learned this trick from Kahn. He carried a pack of cigarettes with him and used them when dealing with people. Kahn learned this from Commissar Kane.

Angron: "Can you tell me more about this son of Guilliman?"

Captain: "You want to hear it?"

Angron nodded calmly: "I want to hear it."

The traitor of Guilliman's Legion, Guilliman and his father were still listening, so Angron really wanted to continue the conversation.

Captain: "Legend has it that 300 years ago, the Sons of Guilliman were originally a very ordinary war group. For some unknown reason, they rebelled and wanted to build a new empire."

"Giggle!"

Captain: "What's the sound?"

Angron smiled mischievously and said, "Maybe the rat's tail was stepped on and he is grinding his teeth. Continue."

Captain: "Later, their chapter leader occupied a planet and named himself New Terra as the capital of the new empire. The man named Constantine began to openly oppose the empire."

Mortarion whispered into Guilliman's ear: "New Empire? New Terra? Guilliman, your son is playing bigger than all my sons! No, you seem to have done the Second Empire. A son inherits his father's legacy, Guilliman, you have a successor! Your sons are no worse than you were then."

Guilliman's face flushed: "Fuck me."

After speaking, Guilliman bowed solemnly to the Emperor, and then strode towards the command room.

Angron had finished chatting with the captain at this time. He noticed that Guilliman had suddenly left, so he asked curiously: "Where is Guilliman going?"

Mortarion suppressed a smile and said, "Just clear the door."

The two looked at each other, then burst out laughing.

The Emperor stopped the two of them: "You two, please stop rubbing salt on Guilliman and go see him as soon as possible. Once Guilliman loses control of his emotions, he will be unable to control himself and something will happen easily."

Angron: "That's right, catch up quickly, or you won't be able to watch the show in time."

Angron and Mortarion followed impatiently, and the Emperor sighed and followed suit.

A group of Sons of Guilliman warband lords took a jump boat and directly crashed through the outer deck of the merchant ship and broke into the cabin.

As soon as I landed, I saw a tall and big giant wearing blue power armor walking towards me, even bigger than the Terminator armor I was wearing.The appearance of this blue giant gave these sons of Guilliman a sudden feeling of wanting to get close.

"who are you?"

The blue giant raised his power fist glove and struck...

Political Commissar Kane was sitting in the restaurant sipping a glass of wine. At this time, he was wearing a gray and black coat, a top hat, and a beard.

Unless Jurgen's acquaintances had known him for many years, they would not have recognized him.

Kane looked through his wallet. He didn't have much money left, and it was a bit difficult to live out his lifelong plan of opening a small restaurant in the local area.

Kane opened his coat and saw the bolt gun on his waist. He had a headache when he saw this gun. He had thrown it hundreds of times. Once he threw it directly into the furnace of the factory. As a result, the damn gun was thrown again the next day. Appeared at his bedside.

Commissar Kane is miserable!Hiding in the World Eaters as a political commissar, I originally thought I could live a low-key life for the rest of my life, but suddenly I discovered that the Emperor had also come to the Twelve Legions.

Claiming to have obtained this gun, Kane could accurately sense the exact location of the Emperor and his old man, and the closer the distance, the more accurate it became.

There was no way the Twelve Legion could stay any longer. Commissar Kane immediately packed up his luggage and bought a boat ticket to run away overnight. The ticket he bought was the furthest boat ticket.

In order not to kill the Emperor, Commissar Kane's only way was not to meet the Emperor. Commissar Kane was also mentally prepared to draw his gun and commit suicide if he couldn't hide.

"Boss, let's have another drink." Commissar Kane decided to have a drink today.

"Aren't you bored drinking alone? How about I come and have a few drinks with you?"

"Who are you?" Commissar Kane looked up and saw a man wearing a white robe and a hood standing aside.

When Political Commissar Kane saw the man, he showed a look even more mournful than his own mother's death: "Oh, you still found me..."

Commissar Kane raised the glass in his hand and drank it down in one gulp to embolden himself, then quickly pulled out a gun and pointed it at his head.

"Crack, click, click"

Three shots were fired without any sound, and the bolt pistol jammed three times.

What a broken gun!

Commissar Kane threw the gun on the ground.

The emperor picked up the gun from the ground: "This gun can kill gods, and it is especially useful for me, but there is one person it cannot kill, and that is you, its master."

Political Commissar Kane cried loudly: "My lord! You are so kind and merciful, please let me go! If you want to die, just use this gun to commit suicide. Why do you need to look for me?"

The emperor shrugged: "I can't help it. I'm too powerful now. It's not easy to die. Multiple factors must come together to do it. And you are an important part of these factors. Without you, this gun will be useless to me." It can’t cause any damage.”

Commissar Kane couldn't figure out why with so many political commissars in the empire, this bad thing happened to him.

Commissar Kane: "Emperor, what do you think of this? I know that there is a legendary political commissar in the empire named Sebastian Yarrick. He is more famous than me. Why don't you go to him to do this? How about that? You will lose your reputation in my hands! I know that you have the power to travel through time, so it is perfect to find that legendary figure to do this."

At this time, a mechanical arm hugged Commissar Kane's shoulder. Commissar Kane turned around and saw an old man wearing a political commissar uniform with a robotic arm and a mechanical eye.

Emperor: "Let me introduce, Sebastian Yarrick. I traveled through time and brought him here. From now on, he will protect you as your bodyguard for a period of time."

Political Commissar Yarick leaned into Commissar Kane's ear and said: "I have written down everything you just said verbatim. Thank you for mentioning me so highly. I will remember what you said today. of."

Commissar Kane felt like he heard the creaking sound of Commissar Yarek's mechanical arm pinching his shoulder.

(End of this chapter)