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

Chapter 372 Some people are still on their way, while others have already sneaked away

Following the instructions from Macragge's Glory, Digris ordered the Seventh Son Sword of the Celestial Lions to be put into the fast lane, and after directly contacting the other party through the internal galaxy communication broadcast, he still couldn't help but sigh.

He felt that he had been as cautious as possible, but what made him sad was that the attitude shown by the Heavenly Lions was obviously more cautious, even timid, making them look almost like no Astartes.

Digris wanted to say something about this issue, but as an unrelated person, he had no position to reprimand or comfort them. Therefore, the Chief Librarian of the Ultramarines had to pretend that he had not discovered anything, and stated the purpose of the conversation in the most official tone, explaining the next arrangements to the remaining sixty or so confused recruits of the Tianshi Regiment, and - not out of courtesy, but sincerely asking if they needed anything, but as expected, they were rejected.

With the first four chapters that came to worship the returning Primarch under the instructions of the Emperor, Digris was more accustomed to seeing some faces mixed with fanatical hope in this step, but he only saw the wavering fear in the Celestial Lions. No one should blame this, because after making direct contact with them, Digris soon discovered that all the high-level members of this chapter - even the indispensable roles such as pharmacists, priests, and technical sergeants - had all been consumed in the war and conflict that was probably caused by man-made disasters. The remaining sixty-odd Astartes were still inexperienced and almost completely fell into despair in such an embarrassing situation. Rather than saying that they came to worship after receiving the instructions in their dreams, it is better to say that they felt that they had finally suffered the contamination of the warp in the tearing with the Chaos warband and had hallucinations, so they chose to go to Macragge in despair to give themselves and the chapter number a decent pleasure.

Of course, no one actually spoke up and told Digris these thoughts that would be considered "weak", but the latter obviously had eyes. After the Chief Librarian personally informed the other party that "the honorable Primarch of the Imperial Fists, Rogal Dorn, has indeed returned to the Empire, and is indeed temporarily staying in the Hera Fortress in Macragge to temporarily meet his heirs", the reaction of all the Astartes in the Celestial Lions Chapter was closer to "horror" than "surprise". Obviously, they did not expect that they would actually see the Primarch who had been missing for nearly ten thousand years, and they obviously believed that the Chapter's current shameful state, which could not be called "honor", made it impossible for them to complete this task.

Digris once again wanted to say something about this issue, but as an unrelated person, he really did not have the corresponding position. So, he had to pretend that nothing had happened and told the other party when to enter the port, when to land, and how to settle down, and pretended to inadvertently place the temporary base of the Heavenly Lions near the Hera Fortress next to the Black Templar. Later, he had to find a time to talk to the Lord of the Black Templar before the Heavenly Lions actually landed, and tell him the truth about this matter. But now, the Chief Think Tank decided to let himself worry about another problem first: the relationship between a Primarch and the clone of another Primarch.

The news is neither good nor bad. No one knows what Rogal Dorn and Fulgrim's clone talked about except the parties involved. On the one hand, this basically eliminates the possibility of facts that should not be leaked being accidentally leaked - the less intelligence, the easier it is to control - but on the other hand, it also basically eliminates the possibility of others trying to understand the situation and provide help. Only the parties involved know the outcome of this conflict, and only they can swallow the consequences. This is nothing, but considering the identities of these two people -

——Well, mainly considering Rogal Dorn's character, Digris was very worried whether he would make any other headache-inducing decisions after this. He could only pray that the six days since the Imperial Regent returned to Hong Kong would pass by as quickly as most of the time before, and that nothing unexpected would happen again, making him feel like he was spending so many years.
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In the underground prison of Hera Fortress, within the protection of the Blackstone facility, a very human sigh unexpectedly came out from the rumbling huge machinery.

"Hey... When I told Akuldona the coordinates, I didn't expect that it would cause so much trouble later..." Fujimaru Ritsuka's worried and depressed face was reflected on the water mirror screen by countless complex mechanical or psychic structures. "Are you all okay? After being active in the real universe for so long, is there any problem with your spiritual foundation?"

"Not yet." Gabriel Santo said confidently, "Based on the normal operation of the summoning base of Prototype 1, the energy conversion from electricity to ether is also very stable, and the theoretical verification is very perfect. After the actual production, it can basically be considered a success. This technology can be stably used on the Second Star Torch."

"..." Fujimaru Ritsuka seemed speechless, but he still tried to speak again and added, "Actually, what I want to ask is your physical condition. And what about Akultona's others?"

It’s hard to say whether Santo felt awkward during this conversation, but even if he did, he didn’t show it: “Akuldona has received a minor punishment so his personal freedom has been temporarily restricted.”

"...What other trouble could he have caused?" Fujimaru Ritsuka was very confused. "Did he tactically blow up the kitchen?"

"No, it was just before... between the clone of the Third Primarch and Lord Dorn..." In theory, the Space Marines of the Iron Hands shouldn't be so hesitant. Unfortunately, in reality, Santo could feel some subtle emotions stuck in his brain, hindering the normal operation of his language center. "Akuldona's current situation may be closer to 'being knocked down by the aftermath of an earthquake'."

"...Okay. I don't know what happened but I roughly understand." Fujimaru Ritsuka jumped to the conclusion, "Anyway, there was a conflict between Mr. Rogue and Mr. Fulgrim's clone, and Akultona accidentally turned himself into the sandwich for some reason, right?"

"...That's basically the understanding." Santo confirmed reluctantly, "But the problem with this matter is that none of us knows how intense the conflict between the two was, or what exactly happened. We only know that they fought."

Fujimaru Ritsuka covered her face and sighed. One sentence was lost in her palm, and Santo didn't hear it clearly, but that didn't matter - two seconds later, the hostess of Chaldea once again looked at the Iron Hand with a sharp gaze and began to ask questions very firmly:
"Did this conflict result in a fatal lawsuit?"

"No."

“Besides Akurdona, who was tragically affected, have anyone else been punished?”

"Excluding the fact that the defenses around the clones have been strengthened again, then no."

"Has Mr. Clone's personal freedom been restricted further?"

"Maybe a little." Santo was not sure about this question. "Lord Dorn ordered that all daily necessities with mirror-reflective surfaces within his range of activities be removed. The tableware he uses now is all frosted." "Has the person himself expressed dissatisfaction with this?"

"A little bit. It is said that he complained that Lord Dorne was too nosy, but he accepted the result and did not raise any specific objections."

"As the party that needs to show up in the open in the current situation, has Mr. Roger suffered any irreversible damage to his face?"

"nor."

"Then there's basically no need to worry about this matter." After a series of brief questions and answers, Fujimaru Ritsuka asserted, "This clone of Fulgrim is just like the normal Fulgrim himself. He has emotional intelligence, and he intends to use it."

Santo didn't quite understand how she came to this conclusion, nor did he quite understand what guiding significance this conclusion had for the current situation. So after a brief hesitation of a few microseconds, he chose to ask again: "So, what does this mean?"

"That means we don't need to worry about the fact that the clone and Rogue had a fight for the time being." Fujimaru Ritsuka said, "The point about why they had a fight is the real point. Is it possible that Akurdona knows something?"

"It's very likely." Santo's tone was very firm, and it was also somewhat dissatisfied (or in other words, disappointed). "Because of 'some' reasons, he has a good impression of the clone. During this period of time, he has also taken the initiative to get close to the other party."

This description made Fujimaru Ritsuka slightly alert: "So, this so-called 'clone' is not just similar to the original in appearance and function...?"

"In my opinion, the accuracy of this clone is obviously very high when measured against the concept of 'genetic replica'." Santo's tone was still firm, and he had a confidence that was very similar to that of the Ultramarines, as if he had thought about this issue many times. "I am very sure that the Emperor's Children Space Marines - whether alive or dead - can feel the so-called 'call of blood' from this clone. My attitude and suggestion will be consistent with that of Rilanor, the ritual elder of the Cursed Emperor's Children, who believes that it should be rendered harmless as soon as possible to avoid any more trouble."

Fujimaru Ritsuka in the water mirror began to carefully observe Santo's expression, but unfortunately, the former captain of the Iron Hands had very little biomass left, and most of the mechanical parts covering his face did not show any micro-expressions that could be used for reference. The Imperial Saint tried to read more from the other party's expression but failed, so she could only sigh and answer:
"I can understand... Based on that past filled with hatred, it is normal for you to have such personal feelings. But Captain Santo, I am curious about one thing." Fujimaru Ritsuka changed the subject and asked very seriously, "If you have fully controllable and absolutely sufficient combat resources at hand, would you consider assassinating this clone?"

"..." Santo was silent for a moment, but it was not because he could not make a decision on this issue. In this moment, he turned his head and stared at the Extreme Warrior Think Tank who was maintaining the communication function with a warning, and then replied firmly: "Yes."

"Even if you have to kill Akuldona in order to complete your assassination plan?"

When Fujimaru Ritsuka asked him again, Santo did not hesitate to answer: "Perhaps you should ask Amadeus Dukain this question. He was the one who had a better relationship with Akurdona back then."

"Do you realize that you are avoiding this question?" Fujimaru Ritsuka immediately grasped the problem and pointed it out to the other party, "You don't have to give me a direct answer. You know the answer to this hypothetical question yourself. It's hurtful to say it out loud. But I must remind you that you instinctively chose to avoid this issue because you are resisting this possibility. I'm not saying that you are weak or anything. This just shows that there is indeed a certain brotherhood between you and Akuldona, which makes you instinctively hope that the other party will not die casually for this reason - even if he is now like you, a subspace creature that is unlikely to truly perish."

Santo was a little angry - because he knew that Fujimaru Ritsuka was right: "What's the point of you telling me this?"

"I'm giving you a heads-up." Fujimaru Ritsuka was a little irritated. "If one day in the future, Mr. Ferrus doesn't choose to draw his sword and chop at this clone immediately when he sees him, please remember the brotherhood you discovered during our conversation today before you feel that 'it shouldn't be like this' and get angry about it. Your original body probably felt the same way as you did just now at that time."

Santo was really furious: "How could the Primarch!"

"Don't get the point wrong. I'm saying that you and your original master have similar ideas." Fujimaru Ritsuka skillfully changed the subject with nonsense, and immediately seized the moment when Santo's brain crashed, and said all his next words in a rapid-fire manner:
"Anyway, that's it. If nothing unexpected happens, I will surface directly inside the Hera Fortress in six days. If there is anything else, we can talk face to face then. Regarding the matter of Clone Fulgrim and Mr. Rogge, I will ask the Emperor for his opinion first - I guarantee that he must know everything and has planned everything, but he just won't say anything. By the way, don't forget to capture Akuldona and bring him to the Storm's Edge infirmary. Both of you will have to undergo a spiritual basic physical examination. Okay, that's it, see you then!"

The water mirror screen went dark the moment the voice fell, and the entire organization emitted a frustrated buzzing sound as the communication ended. The rage of Iron Hand was still burning fiercely, but in the short term, he could no longer let Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was far away in the universe, feel it.

(End of this chapter)