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

Chapter 162 The Regent and the Crow
Robert Guilliman's expression when he opened the door to the room where he had settled his brother and then found that the room was "empty" is really worth recording.It's a pity that there is no equipment nearby that can play a similar role. Even if there is, no one can issue similar commands to it.

"Corax?" he asked tentatively at the door.

He was not wearing the Armor of Destiny, but a dress that made him look solemn and solemn.The Imperial Regent himself was locked in one seemingly never-ending meeting after another, but he found himself in his own room in the top tower of Macragge's Glory, where no one would disturb him. electronic signals sent.

His brother had awakened after nineteen hours of slumber, and he immediately abandoned all subsequent official duties and returned here as undisturbed as possible.But he didn't expect that he only saw an "empty room."

But in the next moment, Guilliman could be sure that this room was not truly "empty".A hand as cold as a corpse grabbed his throat like a ghost, and the huge force exerted from the front caused his center of gravity to shift backward.

The primarch's reflexes are beyond the reach of ordinary people.Guilliman could have reacted at this moment, stepped back to stabilize his center of gravity, and punched the enemy while maintaining his stance - but he restrained his instinct to fight back.He had predicted similar situations, and roughly guessed the causes and consequences at the same moment. Therefore, he did nothing and followed the other party's wishes almost submissively, letting himself fall to the ground, and the laurel crown fell from his hair. slip.

What should not have been missed was the huge body of another primarch overlooking Guilliman's blue eyes.After calming down, Corax's appearance became more similar to the brother in Guilliman's impression, but there were still many differences - from the current Guilliman's point of view, the most conspicuous one was that he The pair of black wings behind him can be described as blocking out the sky and the sun, and it has indeed blocked almost all the light cast from above.

"What are you?" Corax asked sharply.

Even in a desperate situation where he is being held by the throat, Guilliman's restless mind can still provide him with more information than he actually needs at the moment.

He first realized clearly that Corax's words were not asking Guilliman for an answer, but more asking for his own judgment: How could the Raven Lord's hands stuck around his neck be withdrawn? It's so tight that he can't vocalize normally at all now;

Immediately afterwards, the part of him as a politician also told him that this "stern question" was completely forced, and there were a lot of questions, doubts and surprises buried under Corax's seemingly tough tone;

Then, he realized that the situation was indeed a little bad - just snagging a primarch's neck and preventing them from breathing would not kill them quickly, but for Guilliman, the neck around his neck The wound caused by Fulgrim that was still difficult to heal began to bleed.

Guilliman took advantage of the last moment he had to spare, restraining the desire to fight with his fists, and just gently patted Corax's wrist that was pressing hard on his throat to show that this really made him "Very uncomfortable".This was the last attempt he could make. If this still couldn't calm the other party down, then he would really have to resort to some violent behavior to get himself out of trouble.

Fortunately, along with the return to Corax's appearance, he also had similar thinking and judgment abilities.Just at the moment when Guilliman finally couldn't bear it any longer, the grip on his throat suddenly relaxed.The air was finally able to pass through his throat smoothly again, but along with it flowed the blood that overflowed from the wound that had cracked again. This stimulation made the original body couldn't help but cough a few times.

"Guilliman, I -" After questioning, Corax, who found the answer based on his own judgment, removed his hands and looked at the blood that belonged to his brother stained on them in a daze, revealing a kind of expression. A mixture of "disbelief" and "remorse".

You almost killed me.Guilliman thought so.In the past - 1 years ago, during the Great Expedition, he would have said this sentence as a joke.But now, he just pinched the old wound on his neck a little to ensure that the unruly piece of flesh was re-glued under the original body's extraordinary healing power, and then sat up from the ground, after confirming that he could make a normal sound. , immediately said with relief:
"It's okay, it's an old injury, it just looks scary." He said this, taking out the decorative handkerchief that matched the dress from his breast pocket, not to wipe the blood that was still slowly flowing around his neck, but First, he wiped Corax's bloody hand. "It does sometimes crack a little due to external stimulation, but you see, I'm completely fine." Corax stared at Guilliman, half of whom was still bleeding, and the other Half of his neck, which had clear red marks from the pressure he had just exerted, wanted to say something, but failed to say anything.In the end, he just let Guilliman wipe the blood that had almost solidified on his hands in such a short period of time, and tightened the wings on his back guiltily and nervously.

Amidst the slight friction sound of wings, Guilliman glanced up at the pair of restless wings and said with a smile: "I hope you can still sleep comfortably here. It happened in a hurry, otherwise I should Try to ask the Blood Angels what kind of bed their genetic father rested on."

For Corax, this was not a pleasant joke, but he still managed to understand that the other party wanted to make a joke and lighten the atmosphere, so he managed a small smile.The strange thing is that after he did this, he really felt that his originally chaotic mind had calmed down a little, and he was finally able to ask the question he wanted to say but could not say:
"Are you really okay?" The wound was obviously unusual.Taking a step back, even if you don't know the cause and effect of it, you should easily realize that what kind of weapon can leave a wound that is difficult to heal on a original body for such a long time?
But Guilliman still seemed indifferent, or he forced himself to appear indifferent: "It's nothing, I just need to change these bloody clothes - you see, I just can't get out of a meeting." Get away.”

After Corax's hands were roughly wiped clean, Guilliman took back the blood-stained handkerchief, casually wiped two handfuls on his neck, got up from the ground, and threw it directly into the trash. Bucket: "Well, my brother, I'm sorry I couldn't be in this room the first time you woke up. You must have a lot of questions now."

"Yes, I do..." Corax also followed Guilliman's movements and stood up from the ground, still with a dazed look on his face, "...I'm not sure... are you real? ? Or is this just my fantasy again?"

This question seemed to be that he was talking to himself, because he did not wait for Guilliman's reply, but just looked down at his hands that had just been cleaned, and replied to himself: "You seem to be true. Whether it is my own memories and impressions, or the techniques used to create the evil objects flowing in the subspace, it is difficult to achieve this level of accuracy. It even contains some traces of time."

"...You can just say that in your opinion I have grown old." Guilliman's tone contained a hint of just the right amount of complaint. "You are not the first person to raise this point with me, but neither am I." Method - The empire needs to function, and I always have too many things to consider and weigh, one after another..."

With this complaint, he turned to the direction of the cloakroom, opened a full-length mirror commensurate with the original body's body, and carefully looked at the newly injured neck and the blood stains on the collar that had to be dealt with.Then, he smiled unconsciously at the small portion of Corax's pale skin reflected in the mirror:
“It reminds me of the first time we met,” he said. “I seemed to be complaining about jobs that never ended.”

Corax nodded in disinterest: "That's indeed what you said, but those days... will never come back (Nevermore)."

Guilliman paused for a moment, but after a brief hesitation, he still spoke:

"I've had some different views on this recently." He wasn't really sure about it, but he decided to be more optimistic in front of Corax, "Why not be casual and sit down somewhere at random. ? When you stand like this, it seems like I'm abusing you."

　Miwu (six o'clock)

　　It’s obvious that the title is a bit of a fool’s errand…

　　
　
(End of this chapter)