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Chapter 507: A Primarch Returns to His Loyal Macragge -
When Maneus Calgar returned and asked for an audience with "the One" who now resided in his residence, his mood had changed.
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There is no doubt that, at least for the various rude behaviors made by "his" descendants in the early stages out of anger, hatred, panic or other emotional fluctuations, this "clone", "saint" or "incarnation" of their father tolerated these words and deeds one by one, and even told them that there was no need to make a big fuss to look for the missing part of him, but to focus on restoring the normal order of Macragge and Ultramar, confirming his own identity, and clearing out suspicious personnel in the fortress.

"These are extraordinary times, so don't worry that I might be offended."

When the man who looked like their father spoke to him in the Calga room, which was called courtesy but was actually closely guarded, his voice was not as fanatical or inciting as those of the state religion missionaries or priest brothers. Instead, his voice was gentle, like a gentle breeze or a sincere instruction.

"Gold must be tested by fire. It makes no difference to me whether I am confirmed earlier or later, but it may make a world of difference to others. So do what you must do. Maneus."

Emotions such as piety, shame, guilt, helplessness, etc. shrouded Calga's face, which seemed to be always energetic, strong and full of confidence, making Lord Macragge rarely show a little fatigue.

But all this is indeed helpless.

Calgar believed that the incarnation of his father allowed them to prioritize identifying him and purging Macragge because he himself was the source of the Ultramarines' precision, rationality, calmness, and order for ten thousand years.

This incarnation who called himself "Julius" was "left behind" by their genetic father, so it was obvious that his forgiveness and understanding of this was one of the gifts he originally gave to his descendants.

The person who gives a gift will only have a deeper understanding of the gift, and he will have the same kindness towards them as a commander looking at his new recruits, and the same loving kindness as a father looking at his sons.

This attitude of tolerance out of understanding was exactly in line with the impression that Robert Guilliman would give to all the Ultramarines who had knelt and gazed upon their father's dead face over the past nine thousand years - except for Julius's size and his face which looked slightly more haggard than when he was sitting in a static position, but perhaps this was just the normal difference between the same person when he was awake and when he was unconscious.

They had to temporarily conceal the news of his appearance, or let the Chief Pharmacist, the Lord of Holiness and the Master of Forging, who was almost collapsed by guilt, repeatedly and continuously test the purity of his body and mind in the most rigorous way.

Regarding these repetitive and rigorous tests, Helix's report was filled with overflowing emotions and a sense of collapse. The master of alchemy claimed that every hair and every drop of blood in Lord Julius' body was free of any signs of subspace contamination. He had never seen such a pure creature. Every time the needle and sampler were inserted into his body again for repeated verification, "I felt that I had committed an endless sin", "I can no longer bear to do more meaningless things to hurt him and make him bleed. When will this torture of my soul and conscience end? I beg you."

And Otan Cassius's report was more like a confession scroll. Calgar even suspected that if Otan Cassius and Lord Julius continued to debate the interpretation of the Holy Word, the Ultramarines might lose their most respected holy master. Cassius' words showed his admiration and the urge to run back to Deathwatch to atone for his sins. "My understanding of the Holy Word was like a bolt from the blue at first, but thinking about it carefully made me sweat. We were walking on such a cliff that we had strayed from the right path! The return of the Father of Genes Avatar is to save our precarious faith and soul!"

Of course, as the person involved, Calgar had no doubts about the authenticity of his father, whose hands he had held tightly and pulled back, as a living saint. But despite their similarities and admiration, there was still a hurdle that could not be crossed: the incarnated saint was not the Primarch himself after all. Calgar and the Ultramarines had to convince others to fully identify with this saint, which would be the best protection for him.

The resurrection of a Primarch himself was one thing, but the resurrection of a Primarch's avatar was another.

Calgar did not want to reignite civil strife in the precarious empire, and the cryptic advice of the learned and thoughtful Tigris also reminded him that if he could not produce solid evidence to allow Lord Julius to be "recognized" by Holy Terra, Mars and Saturn, it was very likely that something would happen next.

Although they are Ultramarines full of courage and glory, the indomitable sons of Guilliman, they are not afraid of war and will certainly win, but as the commander of the Ultramar sector and the parent regiment of many chapters in the galaxy, he must pay attention to the resolutions of the High Lords Council on Terra and the opinions of the Inquisition - if he does not care, even if Calgar certainly does not want to do so, he is afraid that due to other factors, the Badab War story will happen again.

As a very qualified Chapter Master and administrative bureaucrat, Calgar is well aware of how fragile the trust, balance and internal peace are in the current empire. Each force is eyeing the empire and trying to swallow up other departments to strengthen its own authority. Luft Huron's betrayal is despicable, but Calgar will not let his beloved father and the Chapter fall into such a difficult situation. That is why he had to ask his father's incarnation, the Saint, to condescend to accommodate their wayward children to do verification and tests again and again.

And his reliable old friend Tigris, although he personally helped him to bring back Lord Julius, still did not hesitate to question and test the incarnation of his father with the greatest suspicion and malice. The various tests mentioned in Otan Cassius's report were set by the two of them together.

Otan Cassius had been reporting to him throughout the process, and tears welled up in the only intact eye of this old warrior, who was almost entirely made up of scars and machines.

"We are blessed, the Empire is blessed! Calgar! Our father has returned to us! The harsh tests we have put him through are as easy as eating and drinking for Lord Julius. Calgar, have you seen it! Have you witnessed the living miracle! The burning flames ignited by the holy promethium pyre could not harm his body in the slightest!!! The pressure of the huge rocks could not bend his back in the slightest, the extremely cold wind and snow could not sweep away the warmth of his palms, the ice and stones could not cut his toes, the streams, lakes and seas could not... The water made way for him, and the birds and beasts came out of the forest to listen to his holy words and sing to him! The pollution of Chaos vanished in front of him, and the demons screamed and fled from his glory and were turned into dust! He held the Holy Word and his former sword in his hands throughout the whole process, and the white-gold light shone on his forehead like a laurel wreath! He walked on the ground as if walking in the sacred palace! What else could this be? ! Who else could he be? ! Young Calgar! I tell you the truth! Nothing can be more like a miracle that a holy primarch can bring to us!"

Although he also witnessed the miracles of Lord Julius in the second half and was deeply moved by it, Calgar insisted that they must do everything they can, and even if Lord Julius blamed him for it later, he would take full responsibility.

Until today, the final joint report of Tigris and Maximus showed that "no implants, magic circles, curses or similar psychic influences imposed by evil aliens, heretics or the Unliving were detected on Lord Julius. His body structure is somewhat similar to that of Astartes, but it is not quite the same. But there is no doubt that he is much stronger than we are now."

Tigris even used the rare words "I opened my eyes that did not belong to this world, but I could not see through some of the glorious parts in him", but he also said "My recently manic mind is now extremely peaceful, and the pollution and scars I suffered in the battle in the High Heaven have been healed. It is incredible, extremely powerful, and extremely beautiful. I didn't know that our father had such a spiritual influence. Perhaps this is one of the keys to our victory ten thousand years ago."

No test or trial could be greater than theirs, and if the Inquisition or their... helpers were to question the resolve of such an honorable Chapter as the Ultramarines to defend the Avatar of the Gene-Father, then they would have to...

One of the greatest Chapter Masters the Ultramarines had ever seen took a deep breath and walked into his room with the report in his hand, filled with excitement, respect, admiration, and love.

The man sitting at the desk under the window turned towards him, and the afternoon sun of Macragge poured in from the west window, illuminating Julius's golden hair that was slightly mixed with silver, the slightly shining laurel wreath on his golden hair, and his blue eyes like the sea under the sunlight.

It looked like he had just been reading and writing something here, with a quill still stained with ink.

"You are here, Maneus."

"Yes, sir." Calgar felt the skin on his throat tighten, and he tried to stay calm. "I came here to report news to you." He saw his father's incarnation nodded and even made a little joke. "Then I hope there will be only good news, no bad news, Maneus. We really need some good news now."

"The good news is... welcome... you back." The High Lord of Macragge knelt on one knee, clenched his hand into a fist, and placed it on the breastplate above his heart, welcoming the return of his father's incarnation with the most solemn and sincere etiquette. His intact eye was moist. "We... have waited for you for too long... too long!"

The person opposite him gave him a kind smile to comfort him.

"...Yes. It's been a long time. It's really been a long time. Calgar, I'm here to help you through this difficult time, so don't worry, I'm here, I will restore... 'Robert Guilliman' to his original form, but now is not the time. But don't worry," Julius repeated, "I'm here."

Maneus Calgar stood up, as if he had lifted an invisible and heavy burden from his shoulders. "Why do you say that, sir? Don't you care about the part you lost?"

"Not really, that is... a very important part." A hint of smile appeared on Julius's lips again, "But now, 'I' have more important things to do. Focus on the present. Maneus, didn't Tigris warn you that something big was going to happen?"

"He had indeed not been sleeping well before and always had nightmares," Calgar shook his head, "but since you woke up, he said that his condition has improved a lot. - Besides, what else could be greater than your resuscitation? ...Father?"

"Just call me Julius."

The blue eyes met Calgar's warm blue-gray ones, and the latter shook his body, then immediately reacted, "I'm sorry, Lord Julius, I...maybe a little too excited, this shouldn't be done."

"This is normal behavior." The man with the face of Robert Guilliman said gently, "Let's hurry up and get down to business, Calgar."

“What do you mean…?”

"First, compare Macragge's statistical reports with the latest import and export trade data and..."

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It was not until the silver moon and the night replaced the sunset and the evening glow that the High Lord of Macragge left Julius' residence with a head full of plans, revised statistics, paperwork and other work.

Macragge's second phase reconstruction plan, fleet redistribution, personnel arrangements...

His hurried back fell into the black eyes that had been watching him from the window.

"You are such an interesting fellow..." Konrad Curze swaggered up to Julius, who was working at his desk with a quill under the light. "You are so brave and skilled. You are just an Astartes who has undergone a transformation operation, yet you dare to use your psychic power to fool them? Take over Macragge and the Ultramarines?! Ha! Apart from that overconfident Magnus, I haven't seen such a bold and powerful wizard in many years..."

"Really? That's how you see him?"

"Isn't it? Magnus is really a..."

The Primarch of the Night Lords suddenly closed his mouth. His face, which originally had a hint of sneer, was twisted with muscles. His figure with disheveled black hair became eerie like a thin ghost. A cold blue light shone on his long claws. His black eyes shone menacingly and viciously, and then he seemed to disappear completely into the air.

The deadly claws pierced directly from behind the curtain in a blind spot of human vision, and stabbed at Julius who seemed to be still unaware of the situation.

"Though technically, you are my uncle."

Julius Robert Omar, the only disciple of Utherma Atla, also known as Magnus, used his platinum-colored spiritual power to block the sharp claws like an amber blade, turned his head and said to him with a smile.

"But such a welcoming gift is too generous. I really can't afford it. But you."

He glanced at the to-do list written on the file.

"Mr. Kant Cratchit, Honorary Citizen of Macragge, welcome to our midst. Come to... Loyal Macragge."

Conrad Curze snorted coldly, retracted his claws, and then sneered.

(End of this chapter)