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

Chapter 316 Some programs stop responding, and some programs start running

When the news came, the Imperial Regent was slacking off - meaning that while he was dealing with one hundred and thirty-four other policy governance, logistics construction or war front tasks, he had also set aside a thread to read the battle report sent back by Calga.

Although the battle report itself is just a battle report and should be taken seriously, in terms of content, this may be one of the few leisure readings that will not raise Guilliman's blood pressure while he is working. At least, the result of the battle report is an undoubted victory. The Empire's control over the Nachmond Corridor has been successfully stabilized, and he does not need to worry too much about how to deal with it later when reading this battle report - Ferrus is in charge there. The tenth primarch may be a bit rough in administrative management under normal circumstances, but when facing a military fortress at a strategic point like this, it is another matter.

Therefore, a small amount of resources can be allocated in this thread to dig out some redundant information that the author unconsciously brought in the boring data and straightforward records. Marius Calgar has indeed tried his best to make his writing rational and objective. There is nothing to be faulted in the grammar, official document format and standard High Gothic vocabulary of the writing. However, Guilliman can still see two things from his emphasis on factual narration and the questions he raised in the review and summary:

Ionide Hill was giving him a lot of headaches, couldn't he really ask Varro Diglis to take care of it?
Before Guilliman's awakening, Calgar had been the head of the Ultramarines Chapter for many years. This respected Chapter Master certainly had seen some disobedient thorns in his service, but Hill's style was somewhat unique among the "disobedient thorns".

In terms of the degree of being unbearable, Cato Sicarius was still better in the past, but Hill always made the ultra-conservative Ultramarines of today furious from another angle (for example, openly expanding the interpretation of the content of the Holy Codex, or simply abandoning the Holy Codex in the middle of an action). In the end, something that could not be solved by killing enemies on the battlefield or in the duel cage still had to be resolved by Calgar.

Calgar even recorded in detail a farcical conflict between Hill and the support company from Archon Orpheus. This conflict did not have any practical impact on the entire campaign, but if you must say it, it does have a certain degree of warning significance in dealing with the relationship between the chapters. This kind of content that seems a bit ambiguous on the issue of "whether it should appear in the narrative" eventually appeared in the battle report. This fact can well show how much its author really dislikes these "troublesome things".

When reading this part of the battle report, Guilliman felt somewhat guilty, because he believed that Hill was willing to continue to use such incidents to provoke the nerves of the extreme conservatives in the Chapter who still held on to the Codex, and that this was partly due to the instructions of the Primarch himself. Guilliman himself also hoped that these stubborn descendants of his would not learn from Dorn and would be able to change their minds flexibly and flexibly. Unfortunately, he had not received Hill's report on this matter so far. Due to the instability of the warp communication near the Nachmond Corridor, he could only confirm from Calgar's battle report that this Ultramarines who somehow managed to sneak out of the team that was automatically repatriated after the fourteen-day probation period of the Bound Legion expired was still alive and kicking.

All in all, this war report did bring him a little good mood after working overtime day and night, but this good mood did not last long. When he had just finished reading the entire war report, the chief astropath serving on the Macragge's Glory, surrounded by two think tanks, ignored the ban and broke into the office area of ​​the Imperial Regent in an almost rude manner.

Before the quarrel and commotion escalated into a murder case, Guilliman had to sigh and temporarily put aside the hundreds of light screens projected in the air on his desk. He stood up from his seat, opened the door surrounded by the Ever-Victorious Army, and calmed down the angry Coken with a look and a short sentence, then asked: "What's going on?"

"My Lord." The Chief Astropath prostrated himself on the ground in reverence. "There is news coming from the Astropathic Relay Station on Macragge. I believe its content is so important that I must report it directly to you."

Guilliman was a little fed up with the attitude of these fanatics who refused to change despite repeated admonitions, but how others treated the "last" loyal heir of the Emperor would not affect their execution of the orders of the Imperial Regent. Therefore, over the past hundred years, Guilliman had forced himself to get used to this as much as possible, and control himself from investing too much energy in such "small matters". Amid the awkward movements of the two think tanks, he calmly ordered the astropath crawling on the ground to raise his head and answer. The latter respectfully straightened his back again, but still knelt in the same place and lowered his head respectfully:
"There's news from the Macragge astropathic relay station," she repeated what she had already said. "The Imperial Saint Fujimaru Ritsuka has successfully arrived in the Baal system and is safe. This astropathic message across the Great Rift contains only this information, so brief. As you once instructed, I brought it to you as soon as I received it."

Guilliman frowned. He had said something similar, but he didn't think the order should be carried out to such an extreme. He was not sure for a moment whether this was another arbitrary act of a fanatic out of excessive faith or if this astropathic message really contained something unexpected. When he turned his inquiring eyes to the think tanks who came with the astropath, one of them whispered:

"My Lord Primarch, please forgive us for being rude. But when Lord Digris sent us this astropathic message, he also mixed in some recent scenes in Macragge. We all agreed that these scenes are more important than the meaning of a simple astropathic message sent across the Great Rift. You must make a personal decision immediately, so we have to resort to this last resort."

Guilliman nodded, realizing that the situation was somewhat serious, but not yet realizing how serious it was. "What did my Librarian say in astropathic language?"

The think tanks paused suspiciously, and then said hesitantly: "This matter is too pale to be described in words. Please allow us to show you the scene transmitted by the director of the Digris think tank directly through psychic power."

Koken obviously had something to say here, but unfortunately the stubborn guards were defeated again after a few words from the Imperial Regent. After more than ten minutes of chaotic inspection, Guilliman's security team finally confirmed that the two think tanks and an astropath in front of them had no signs of control or chaos corruption. This brief telepathic ceremony was arranged in a small, heavily defended room in the ship's think tank sanctuary - by the way, during this waiting time, Guilliman took the time to approve more than 60 applications submitted by various departments of the Empire.

Theoretically, there are still about 570 tasks to be processed today. Guilliman was still thinking about these questions when he sat down on the chair in the small room. If the people in the Logistics Court were smarter and knew how to write several matters that could obviously be combined in the same report, the number would be less. Otherwise, it might even reach 600. Then, the temperature in the air dropped, and the two Librarians and an Astropath had already started to use their psychic powers. Guilliman had to relax his mind and control his mind and not resist these foreign memories and scenes for the time being.

Then, among the fragments of the scene that quickly passed by, he accurately captured Dorn's face, which had become extremely old, and Fulgrim, who looked almost the same as he did in the Great Crusade ten thousand years ago. Guilliman stood up suddenly from the shock, and reflexively raised his hand to touch the wound on his neck unconsciously. It must be said that although the method of Asclepius' treatment was questionable, the effect was definitely beyond reproach: as the God of Medicine himself had predicted, about a week after the disastrous "consultation" ended in the standard Terran calendar, the wound that had been unable to heal for a long time no longer hurt. Today, the wound on Guilliman's neck, which was once blocked by the toxin of Slaanesh and seemed to be always likely to open again and drip blood, has become like the hundreds of other insignificant wounds he has suffered. After healing, it only left a slightly harmless hyperplasia of tissue, and thus an ugly white line slightly raised from the skin.

Asclepius even left him some cosmetic products before leaving. If he wanted, he could have removed the scar as well. However, the imperial regent himself chose not to do so because he had a title with a slightly religious meaning, "Resurrectionist", placed in front of his name.

The scar no longer hurt, but the slightly uneven feel still reminded Guilliman of its existence. The Imperial Regent's brain calculated countless theoretical possibilities at that moment, but quickly realized that due to the lack of tenable facts to prove them, these conjectures could only remain at the level of "theoretical possibilities" after all.

No matter how much he trusted his think tank director and believed that "Digris would definitely be able to handle all problems on Macragge in an orderly manner", the current situation obviously exceeded the scope of "all problems on Macragge" - no matter what, what he should do now was very obvious.

It was hard to say whether it was for public or private reasons. At that moment, Guilliman threw all the 570 or so tasks he needed to deal with that day out of his mind. The Imperial Regent immediately ordered him to return to the court. The information contained in the astropathic message sent by Digris was too important and unbelievable. He had to go back immediately to personally deal with this very sensitive issue in multiple dimensions.
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In the Solemnnas Museum, Trazyn carefully pieces together and glues together a Necrontyr-era pottery jar.

Indeed, after discovering that important exhibits in the museum disappeared without reason and that he could not find clear clues here, Trazyn had decided not to think too much about things that he could not figure out, and to launch an attack on Orikan "immediately". But for the Necrons, who had endless time and were extremely idle, the vague time standard of "immediately" was always very flexible in their concept.

It was like after Orricken had shouted to Trazyn, "I'm going to make you suffer 'soon'," Trazyn had waited for more than a decade before the time sorcerer carefully planned a destructive meteor shower targeting the entire planet of Solemnas; it was also like this pottery jar was broken in the chaos when Orricken sneaked into the museum last time and Trazyn was determined at the time that the treasure of the dynasty civilization should be repaired, and he would "immediately" count the losses after he successfully drove Orricken away - but it was delayed until now, more than 20 years later.

It was only when Trazyn was excitedly planning a "big gift" for Orrikan that he accidentally passed by a stasis field filled with many miscellaneous cultural relic fragments that he suddenly remembered it.

In theory, he could have just woken up a few low-level technicians for these so-called "odd jobs", or simply thrown them to the ghost beetles. But as the director of a museum, Trazyn had a special obsession with cultural relics: he believed that the restoration of cultural relics should be an art, and the traces of time washed away on these instruments should also be preserved. The ghost beetles and low-level technicians who did not understand the beauty of art only knew how to restore these broken works of art to a brand new appearance, as if they had never experienced so much time - this was not acceptable. Trazyn could not tolerate this kind of "restoration" that was almost blasphemous. Therefore, on this issue alone, he would decide on a whim every time that he had to do it himself.

The broken pottery jar was skillfully pieced together by the extremely patient Trazyn. If you don't look at the seams that are particularly prominent due to the abrupt color of the adhesive, it seems to be exactly the same as it was 66 million years ago. Trazyn deliberately kept the eye-catching seams in this process. With the technology of the Necrons, he could easily mix an adhesive with the same color as the object itself. He had already thought about it. He would make a virtual projection next to the display stand of this pottery jar to show what the pottery jar looked like when it was intact, and then explain the reasons and consequences of the pottery jar being broken and then repaired on the nearby explanatory display board, and severely accuse Orrikan of disdaining and contempt for the history and culture of the Necron.

Just as he was feeling proud of his restored work, the annoying alarm in the tomb rang again - not the kind of alarm that indicated an accident in the museum, but the kind of alarm that triggered a condition that Trazyn had specially set in the past, similar to the kind of alarm that sounded like a memo reminder.

However, just as the Necrons’ understanding of “immediately” is different from that of ordinary intelligent creatures due to their nearly infinite life span, this nearly infinite life span also brought nearly infinite memos to Trazyn. He couldn’t remember what the reminder was for, and was afraid that he would miss something really important, so he had to put down the tools in his hands in frustration, and commanded the underworld beetles to carefully put the unfinished fragments back into the stasis field. He reluctantly stood up to confirm what had dragged him out of his beloved leisure work.

The result was some information automatically sent by the mind-controlling beetle. The Necromancer flipped through the lines of operation records with disdain. If he still had a body and could make expressions, the disdain on Trazyn's face would have overflowed. He reserved an informant in the anti-foreign order in the human imperial court who might be used as a vest in the future - the one named Michaelia Wilczak - who died for some reason. After sending back the last seemingly incomprehensible operation record, the mind-controlling beetle executed the self-destruction procedure.

Trazyn was bored and flipping through these things. He couldn't even muster the energy to translate the incomprehensible records so that he could understand them. This little fact was really not worth interrupting his interesting work - until he suddenly realized that the part he was reading was not the key point that triggered the prompt sound:
The key point is the last line of small print: Another mind-controlling beetle appeared again in the material universe, and dutifully reported its coordinates to its master. From the serial number, Trazyn could clearly recognize this mind-controlling beetle: it was the one he specially made and placed on Fulgrim's clone.

This was worth it. Trazyn was immediately full of energy again: Orrickan was also a Necromancer, he could wait, but Trazyn's exhibits were not. Even if it was a Primarch, the shelf life of an exhibit was just a blink of an eye in the eyes of the Necromancers. If you miss this opportunity, you will never get it again!
The director of the Solomons Museum immediately and enthusiastically began to prepare a team for the task of recovering his exhibits - this time, the "immediately" in his context was obviously no different from the "immediately" in the ordinary human understanding.

(End of this chapter)