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

Chapter 91 Pause here

"What the Emperor sent is a star map——"

"——Wait a minute," Guilliman stopped Fujimaru Ritsuka from turning on the portable star map projection, "Don't just skip the more important part."

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at him blankly, obviously not feeling that he had skipped any "more important part".

Coates's laughter came from the other end of the room again: "For a model good baby who does everything he can and wants to be the best in everything, just in exchange for praise from his father, this matter is so important:' If my father had something to say, why didn't he tell me directly? Is there something I didn't do well?'"

He obviously had another sentence left, but everyone present collectively glared at him.After sizing up the situation, he chuckled and swallowed the second half of the sentence.

"That's not what I meant." Guilliman tried his best to suppress his embarrassment deep in his heart, and would never admit it. In fact, about one-third of the sentence did express that meaning, "I I hope to know why you confirmed that it was an astrological message sent by the Emperor and not from something else?"

"It's hard to describe this feeling..." Fujimaru Ritsuka thought for a few seconds, "It's like when someone punches you head-on. In theory, you will naturally see his face. The face is indeed the emperor, and the fist is If it also belongs to the emperor, then he is naturally the emperor."

At this moment, Guilliman couldn't help but think about it in a different thread: Why the fist.

"That doesn't sound very reliable." He said euphemistically, and Coates responded with a sarcastic voice:
"You can tell the difference even if you touch him." His brother's gloating tone actually contained a little lingering fear. "I heard that you also went to the throne room and had a conversation with him face to face. I believe you will not forget that it was What an impressive feeling.”

"I must remind that the situation now is different from before. The emperor's mental state and control of psychic powers should be better than at the turn of the millennium." Fujimaru Ritsuka raised his hands like a student to speak.

"I can't say, anyway, the 'communication' I had with him more than half a year ago -" Coates made the quotation marks with his finger when he said the word "communication" in disgust, "-it felt like someone Rubbing the inside of my skull hard with sandpaper. It's strange to me that you could have a long conversation with him without saying anything."

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked dazed and confused.

Guilliman couldn't comment on this. Although it was for different reasons, he felt that he probably had a similar expression on his face.

"...Anyway, let's talk about the content of Star Language..."

"Can the source of this information be determined—"

"-Seriously, little pigeon, you really should show my brother your shrine, so that he can stop his mouth that refuses to admit the fact that 'our father now has a more preferred microphone' .”

"I'm not a 'little dove'! You can't always call me that just because I drew a 'dove' the first time I drew a card with you!" Fujimaru Ritsuka said a little annoyed, "And the emperor won't appear now. In the shrine on the Stormbound, he is more likely to project his consciousness onto the statue in the Cathedral of Tyros."

"Wait a minute, what's going on?"

"Can we start talking about business?" Fujimaru Ritsuka shouted angrily.However, the final actual effect of this shouting was a bit funny: at the same time, she was still driven by anger and tried to slap the table and stand up to increase her deterrence, but the actual result was that she forgot the size of the chair and started again from mid-air. Sliding to the ground, only a pair of angry eyes emerged from the edge of the table.

Amid Curze's unabashed, gloating laughter, Guilliman forced himself to hold back his laughter and looked up, pretending he hadn't noticed.He was gratified that the victorious troops around him also kept silent about this, but at the same time, he also wondered whether Sicarius secretly "chipped" under the cover of Curze's laughter.

The angry Fujimaru Ritsuka simply jumped on the spot, put one hand on the table, pushed himself up, and let his knees reach the edge of the table. Finally, he took two steps forward and simply knelt down on the table. .Then, she ignored everyone's reactions and resolutely turned on the projector in her hand, adjusted the focus, and projected the battlefield star map in mid-air at a size that everyone could clearly see.

"This is a simplified battlefield prediction based on the message conveyed by the Emperor's astrological language, some real-time observation data, and Conrad's prophecy." She declared loudly, trying to suppress Coze's unstoppable laughter. "Taking into account all factors, after calculation, I think that within two to five days, such a scene will actually happen."

Guilliman glanced at the star map with Parmenio as the center of the coordinates. He was immediately shocked and threw away many things that had happened before. He suddenly stood up from his chair and said, "How come Mortarion has one more fleet?" Times?!"

"Don't ignore the edge of the galaxy." Coze stopped laughing and said sadly, "I know that my descendants and I have been ignored by the empire intentionally or unintentionally since 1 years ago, but now, don't you Their existence should be ignored.”

"——But regarding the issue of the Night Lords, Conrad will solve it himself. Right?" Fujimaru Ritsuka turned his head, with a clear threat in his tone, "Regarding this part of the front, as their Primarch, It should be solvable, right?”

"I don't guarantee it." Coz's voice also said that he was obviously provocative. "I am limited in the application of my prophecy talent. I can't see clearly what this matter will turn into in the end."

"Oh? Do you mean to let go of the restrictions? No problem." Fujimaru Ritsuka's tone became more threatening, "Then I will terminate the contract immediately, and then you will face the prophecy on your own. Go ahead with the side effects.”

Conrad Coates immediately threw up his hands in surrender.

"Then, let's talk about the Plague Marines." Fujimaru Ritsuka dragged her Eagle Scepter up from under the table, using her as a pointing stick, and circled the fleet blessed by Nurgle on the star map, "Emperor The emperor believes that the signs of this increase in troops are extremely clear in the subspace, so I think this can basically be regarded as a change that will definitely occur."

"Why?" Guilliman asked with barely concealed nervousness.

"This is some, uh, little knowledge about the subspace gods." Fujimaru Ritsuka explained, "Just like the empire always seems to be fighting everywhere because it is too large, the same is true for the domain of the subspace gods. The relationship between Nurgle and Tzeentch has always been called a mortal enemy. The latter will never let the former achieve such great results in the real universe so easily. Instead, he will attack the city when the former conquers the city in reality. , and continue to harass the former’s rear in the subspace, forcing the other party to divide its forces and not be able to concentrate all its efforts on reality.”

"So what happened to these extra fleets?" Guilliman asked, "Has the subspace evil completely won at this time?"

"It's hard to say, but Tzeentch did withdraw his troops." Fujimaru Ritsuka replied, "But he also has corresponding powers in magic and prophecy, and he cannot hope that Nurgle will win too happily, so while withdrawing his troops, he Enhanced the omens of the future that Nurgle's demons use on the real battlefield, making them clearer and easier to interpret. Although this is help from the enemy, at least in the short term, it can also be used by us."

Guilliman made no comment, but looked down at the star map where the situation was definitely not optimistic, and tightened his face once again.

　Six o'clock (miwu).

　　
　
(End of this chapter)