How can a retired savior be considered retired if his price drops to 40,000?

Chapter 111: There is nothing memorable under the chapter number.

In the preaching hall of Tyros Cathedral, after the rising air waves and surging golden flames caused by the super-large psychic ceremony dissipated, Fujimaru Ritsuka slowly exhaled a ball of water vapor in the low temperature generated by psychic energy:
"So, what's going on with this strange personnel distribution?" She asked towards the auditorium where almost all the seats were vacated in front of her. "I originally thought you would have a specific and effective selection method."

In the auditorium, an Ultramarine who was also wearing an ultramarine victorious army armor with rich carvings, but without any prayers on his body, and who was obviously not a member of the team assigned to Fujimaru Ritsuka by the Imperial Regent, replied:

"That's true. Considering the nature of the mission, our selection method is to conduct a military competition and allocate the spots in the real world based on the best. We have successfully used the unstable nature of the time flow in subspace to create a dedicated field that can Complete all procedures within 30 seconds in the real universe."

"...I can probably understand." Fujimaru Ritsuka turned to the side of the auditorium in an erratic tone, fixing his gaze on a figure that was incompatible with the ultramarine sea in front of him, "But what is going on? ?”

"They only said it was an 'all-out military contest.'" The stared at Astartes soldier, wearing black and gold armor with a cross mark and a laurel carving on his helmet, responded calmly, "But they didn't do anything about it. Restrictions are imposed by participating legions.”

Fujimaru Ritsuka slowly covered his face.

"You weren't like this before, Sigismund." She said with a bit of despair, "Is it my fault? Did I take advantage of too many rules in front of you?"

The Emperor's Champion, the former Imperial Fist, the first Grand Marshal of the Black Templars, and in a sense deeply involved in Fujimaru Ritsuka's illusion trial, Sigismund spoke righteously after a slight nod. He expressed his position: "The Emperor also thinks that you should strengthen the security forces around you."

Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed: "Okay, I'll just treat it like this. But - what's the matter with you?!"

She turned her head again and stared hard at an equally conspicuous warrior wearing gorgeous purple armor a little further away.The latter was obviously not as calm as the previous black sheep who had wandered into the herd.

"Well... I saw someone holding a martial arts tournament." Akul Dona, the second company commander of the Emperor's Sons and the champion of the legion, obviously searched his brains and came up with a pretty lame excuse.

"Come on, you are indeed a martial arts idiot, but you are not completely incapable of understanding the atmosphere." Fujimaru Ritsuka simply skipped the middle argument process and went straight to the conclusion that maybe only the two of them knew what was going on. " Tell me, is it Tarvitz or Vespasian this time?”

"...It's Rilano, the ceremonial elder." Akuldona's voice clearly contained a guilty conscience, "You also know that he has been a bit...crazy since he came back."

"Understood, let's talk about this in detail after we resolve the matter at hand." Fujimaru Ritsuka's thinking obviously skipped a large section here, "Since you took advantage of the Ultramarine's quota, then You are somewhat conscious of being a guest. Don’t be ready to turn against the guest at any time like in the Hand of Steel. Mr. Ferrus’ willingness to tolerate you doesn’t mean——”

"——I completely understand!" Akuldona, who understood that these words meant that "he will not be deported", immediately became angry, and his response became more energetic again.

Ignoring Sigismund who was shaking his head quietly, Fujimaru Ritsuka turned her attention again to the Ultramarines she had originally planned to summon.With Chaldean technical support, the Emperor's cursed legions manifest in a state that is closer than ever to what the dead were like in life.Their originally twisted and charred armor, covered with entangled chains and psychic flames, showed its original paint, and the texture was the same as that of their brothers who were still living at the scene. They could almost only be seen through the power armor. Trim and model differences distinguish the two sides.

"Captain Gage, please dispatch your troops." Under the gaze of the Emperor's Colossus, Fujimaru Ritsuka's voice echoed clearly in the preaching hall with a carefully designed sound wave projection layout, "All personnel board the Storm Boundary No., we need to support the northern battlefield of Tyros - Second Captain Hill, I suggest you take your attention away from Mr. Sicarius. Your Primarch is preparing to fight Mortarion on the front line. Woolen cloth."

"——Huh?" Among the ultramarine ultramarines, an equally eye-catching red helmet instantly turned around at a speed that almost broke his neck. "Then why don't we leave quickly?!"
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In a battlefield almost completely engulfed by the living warp, Guilliman's escorts have begun to engage in a battle with Nurgle's army, which marches like a decaying parade.The arcs, explosives, and flames produced by power weapons kept flickering and extinguishing in the dull fog, but the most eye-catching thing among them was Robert Guilliman himself, who was supposed to be the "object of protection."

Although the son of a rich man does not sit in court, the imperial regent's rich body naturally needs to be protected to the point of thoroughness, but many people tend to overlook one point because of this: he is the original body, and the original body itself is the emperor's order. Carefully crafted to complete the Great Crusade, the war machine is unprecedented in precision and completion.

The Primarch of the Ultramarines was like a storm carrying orange-red flames, crushing straight into the enemy formation.Tribune Kirken urged his fellow Custodes to try to keep up with the Primarch, but they soon discovered that this was nearly impossible.Armed with the Emperor's Sword, Robert Guilliman is unstoppable.He seemed to have recklessly plunged himself into a state surrounded by enemies, but in fact, every move he made was carefully deduced and calculated in an instant, and the flames on the sword were woven into fine details around his body. The net can burn away the essence of any demon host that dares to get close.

Even the artillery fire trajectories from the rear vehicles and friendly forces were under his control, flying from his side and behind. Combined with his almost airtight and excellent sword skills, he easily tore through the chaos. The enemy's physical form.The Son of Vengeance walks freely in the hail of bullets, as if he were walking in his own country.

After realizing that the sword could completely cut off the non-existent life of the inanimate, the demon army retreated out of fear.Guilliman seized this opportunity without hesitation, and as the tip of the wedge-shaped military formation, once again led the entire army deeper into Nurgle's formation.

Here he transforms himself into a living weapon.

But he soon realized that this would only put himself and his troops into a more dangerous situation: after being swallowed by the subspace, his troops had been cut off from the battlefield, and the only ones he could rely on now were himself and He was accompanied by a convoy of no more than a hundred people, and a command vehicle that had to evenly distribute firepower and the energy consumption of a high-power communication base station, so it was by no means a deadly weapon.But for Nurgle, this is obviously not the case.

The military formation hidden by the fog was much larger than Guilliman had originally expected.

The daemons in front of the primarch were forced back by him out of fear, but more unintelligent zombies kept gathering up tirelessly.There was the buzzing sound of swarms of flies in the mist. The huge swarms of insects carried rotten heads, and when they got close enough, they threw them into the empire's battle formation.There is no doubt that everyone can see that it carries a deadly plague and try to smash it into the air with long-range firepower, but when those rotten heads shatter, the green spore cloud that explodes inside is fatal. With such a killing move, even Space Marines would immediately fall in the poisonous mist.

Guilliman's wedge-shaped battle formation continued to shrink, almost being swallowed up by the seemingly endless army of demons.

——Actually, he was betting.Bet that everything said by the man in white who landed on his command car out of thin air was true.

After realizing that this battlefield had completely fallen into the warp, Guilliman knew full well that he had jumped into Mortarion's trap.Perhaps this was the effect of some evil witchcraft, but it did make it impossible for him to call in reinforcements and fire support from the surrounding battlefields, or even to retreat from the battlefield.Immediately, he immediately deduced that after falling into such a desperate situation, the only thing he could do was "put yourself to death and survive".

Theory: If it was the strange man who fired the distant fire strike in the Cathedral of Tyros, and he said that his mission was to "protect the safety of the Imperial Regent," then he would not have watched the most desperate situation happen.

Practice: Guilliman's theory is correct.

From a certain moment, almost everyone present felt a heat wave similar to that of "standing near a firing molten weapon".The arrows trailing blue flames were like raindrops flying at an angle, falling between the walking corpses and demons of Nurgle through a deflection.

Although this flame is different in color, it seems to have a similar effect to the flame wrapped around the Emperor's Sword.Wherever it passes, the supernatural mist is also burned away. When it falls on a demon host, it will not only cause objective damage physically, but also cause the demon itself to tremble from the depths of its soul. Screaming in terror.

After this round of arrow rain, which was as effective as a bomber's bombing support, Guilliman turned back from the briefly quiet battle circle where he was, and looked in the direction of the command vehicle.

The man was still holding a bow and arrow, standing calmly on the roof of the car, without any intention of expressing any thoughts on the current situation, as if he didn't care at all what his protected object was doing.

Arjuna was only performing the task of "protecting the personal safety of the imperial regent".Other things have nothing to do with him.

　Miwu (six o'clock)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)