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Chapter 566 Interlude : People's Square, and Hot Pot
When I first heard the term "People's Square", an unprecedented shudder ran through my broken spine and the place where my mechanical prosthesis and flesh met.

I don't even dare to actually repeat the word with my lips, just as I don't dare to say certain specific words with my lips.

This word makes an old man like me feel a chill in my bones, but my past years as a heretic, a devil, a prey, an inquisitor and an inquisitor have taught me that when this word appears in a place as mixed as Wandering Port, it is best not to take it and interpret it simply in its literal sense.

"So," I licked my lips, role-playing my first landing here, adrenaline level rising slightly, but still within acceptable limits, "so this place is the newest... square here? Or gathering place? People don't go to churches or the famous Plaza de Sanctus?"

"Oh! Of course people will go to those places. However, Mr. Gregory, since you hired me today, I will only tell you the latest news. People's Square is the second large-scale comprehensive facility to be built on the new core foundation after the Central Mountain Park. It is another famous investment project of the Carlosini Dynasty here. Although there has been no official opening ceremony, part of it has actually begun trial operation to the public, including a newly opened hotel."

At this point, she looked at me suspiciously, and with the caution that a professional officer who had experienced life and death hid well, "Didn't you just say that you wanted a relatively reasonably priced, quiet, deserted place to stay with a separate area and convenient dining?"

Although I didn't understand why the hotel was related to people and square, my instinct told me not to ask the question.

"So... since it's a newly built hotel, won't it be expensive? That's all we have the budget for, ma'am."

"Oh! No! Because the order of His Excellency the Archon is very considerate of the people. The hotels inside are divided into different star levels according to the floors, three stars, six stars, and nine stars. The reason why I recommend you to go there is that the large six-star rooms are currently on trial operation to attract customers, so the price is discounted. It is very cheap, brand new, clean, and very quiet. This is a great opportunity. If they are all occupied, they will be gone!"

"I see, yes. I appreciate your help, ma'am." I was sure I hadn't given any away, because the tour guide nodded and started leading the way for us again.

She was babble-like, and it seemed more like she was repeating something she had heard. "This project is simply a genius idea... We have never heard of or seen anything like this on Cadia! Of course, the Central Mountain Park is the same! Now my niece, youngest cousin, and their friends love going there. It's great to see them gradually flying kites like children in a garden world... The efficiency and distribution of work during the construction of this square were perfect. We hired more than 200,000 people to participate in this project. I heard that our former Minister of Logistics, Kang Skawan, was ashamed of the high level of mobilization of personnel and materials during the entire project."

"It sounds like a miracle, ma'am. Is this miracle dedicated to our holy emperor, or to some saint?"

"No. None of them." Her voice was low, like a ghost. This place really looked like the entrance of a huge building that had just been completed and was currently adding interior decoration. I didn't know where the workers had gone, and the lights were not fully turned on. Our footsteps echoed on the smooth marble walls.

My hand slowly slid under my coat and grasped my Infernal Pistol.

"The Archon said that this palace and building were built for human needs and are a gift to all of us 'people'." She turned sideways and pointed at the huge marble palace that was close to the common style of the empire but was a completely artistic refinement of beauty. "That's why it's called People's Square."

I stared at her, trying not to lose control of the muscles on my face that controlled my expression.

Then we all heard the voice of a greeter coming out of the inn door ahead.

"All right, give your luggage to the waiter, and I'll take you to the restaurant. You pilgrims should always have your first meal there if you can."

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I have witnessed countless lives being destroyed before my eyes, including those I love.

My hands have been stained with the blood of countless innocent and innocent people, including my apprentice.

I have dealt with demons and used forbidden and ancient dark knowledge to walk with demons.

When the tour guide took us to this famous restaurant, my vigilance almost instantly reached its highest level.

What are my fellow Inquisitors doing! The psychic energy overflowing from the dark gods of the highest heaven on the torch of this blasphemous devil's heresy almost blinded me for daring to look directly at them!
Can they not see this thing at all?! Whatever the stupid, infighting, complicated reasons, allowing so many people to worship it is like drinking poison to quench thirst and seeking the skin of the tiger!
But before I could turn around and find an excuse to leave and study it, the guide kindly shoved my demon host servant disguised as a patient in, and I was in a dilemma.

I could notice the burning gazes of the fools behind me who were queuing in the square to receive the "holy hot water" staring at my back, trying to see what was going on inside the restaurant.

At least hundreds of people, and the terrain and number of people here are simply not suitable for rapid movement and evacuation. Well, this "green channel" is really not what I want this time.

However, the horror of seeing the densely packed mortals worshipping the dark gods in the square and the Astartes who turned a blind eye was nothing compared to what happened next.

that person.

The man suddenly appeared beside me, blocking the way to the door.

The moment I saw his face clearly, overwhelming fear and despair overwhelmed me like a tide.

"Hello," he said.

What is he saying?
I blinked, and felt that the white and gray matter in my brain, which had almost been cooked and exploded at that moment because of the screaming and boiling of my psychic energy, were being forced back to their original "normal" working state.

Because my mind became clear again, and so did my eyeballs, which were about to melt and turn into two pools of melted candle-like liquid flowing out of my eye sockets and hanging on my face.

My vision cleared again, and I looked at the man in disbelief, his whole body tense, like a rabbit being stared at by a beast. His hands reached into the position of his weapon holsters - but he was not wearing the famous and iconic power armor, nor did he -

"Hello, my guest, welcome to 'Delicious and Nutritious'! What would you like to eat? You can order now. Maybe I could give you a glass of lemonade first?"

I was staring at his hands so hard that I barely heard his question.

These are the hands of a human child that have been transformed into a work of genetic engineering. These are the hands of the most powerful warriors, born to hold bolters, chainswords and power axes to conquer the galaxy or to start countless wars and create killings. But now these hands are firmly holding a new style ink pen, a brass plate liner, and a piece of white paper that seems to be printed with something. There is even a silver steel skull halo logo clip on the top to hold these white papers.

"Would you like something to eat? The menu is on the table in front of you, sir?" His voice was relaxed and infectious, making people feel an irresistible liking for it, but now there was a hint of doubt.

He called me a guest.

I can order food.

Yes, this is a restaurant.

This is the famous restaurant, with a signboard above it that uses the blessing energy of the four supreme dark powers as an advertising light, which is much more powerful than sacrificing the flesh and blood souls of 100 million mortals.

Why did I dare to walk into this place which is more terrifying than the sub-space storm?

This place... seems... like... since when did I... have to be... assimilated...? ...? ... What was I thinking just now...?
I forced my eyes away from his black and white tuxedo.

I slowly raised my head and stared at the face.

There seemed to be a hint of doubt in his beautiful pine green eyes.

I carefully distinguished every expression on his face, every change in his muscles. The tentacles of psychic energy were suppressed, and the sensor module became blurry for some reason, but I still had hundreds of years of experience accumulated in my long and bloody work to use.

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There was only doubt, well-hidden impatience and deeper alertness. Although his muscles were relaxed, they were kept in the best condition before attacking. If he wanted to, I believed that this powerful warrior in excellent condition could destroy me and my companions in an instant, but he really had no hostility and no sense of evil at all.

A pure, powerful, noble, beautiful face with a smile.

I have seen this face before.

In a portrait of Horus Lupercal by Euphrates Chilo.

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And the other side.

The Cadian refugees brought by the fleet have been temporarily settled on the newly developed asteroids and new Wandering Ports. At the same time, Creed has obtained a permit signed by the Archon for his people, allowing some people who want to retire at Wandering Ports to stay. Creed and his team will take the Cadians who are willing to settle in the new world to build new homes in Pearl Moon and Carrick. Bella Karn Forge World and Medusa will provide a batch of materials and instructors to build orbital platforms and other facilities for these two worlds.

The Primarchs who had met on Cadia and had come here together on the Scarlet Tide were sitting in a private room at a delicious and nutritious restaurant with the Fourth Primarch (and his body).

Misunderstandings are beautiful, and lies become true for various reasons. If one side of a thing is what people least want to see, and the other side is what people expect to be beautiful, it is not that difficult to convince people to think in the direction they want - especially when you thought you were the only one left, but found that this place is almost full of half of your brothers, and you are all Primarchs.

There is no need to mention the Fearless Phoenix and Garuda Ferrus. Although Fulgrim Pallas had just recovered from a serious injury, he had already had many joyful friendly racing races with Magnar Dorn on the Central Mountain Park loop in an anti-gravity suspended wheelchair.

After discovering the Indomitable's dark little secret and talking to Honso about it, the furious Guilliman vowed to extend the time Honso would hang on the bow of Macragge's Glory to three centuries or eternity - currently, unknown to the Master Alchemist himself, several Primarchs were in friendly negotiations regarding the right to lease and use Honso's figurehead.

But now, before they sat down and reconsidered any thoughts about the dark, desperate, cold future that was JUST filled with war, all the troubles big and small, brothers who were not together, all the rumors, all the urgent matters that needed to be dealt with, and made any new plans.

"Man is like iron and food is like steel. If you don't eat, you will be hungry. So, we have to eat first."

Ramizhane Kalosini said solemnly, "Today, we have to eat hot pot."

So, sitting in a private room of the expanded "Delicious and Nutritious" restaurant, in the center of the large round table built by Guilliman himself was a large copper hot pot made by Fulgrim and Ferrus, and the surrounding turntables were filled with all kinds of delicious and fresh ingredients made by chefs and pastry chefs who came to train from the Emperor's Children, Death Guard, Luna Wolves, Imperial Fists and Black Templars, as well as fine wines and delicious drinks imported from the Far East.

Just as everyone toasted each other and began to put various ingredients into the pot, Ramizarn, who was always very enthusiastic about eating, restrained his excitement uncharacteristically and showed a thoughtful expression.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong? Or did you find any problem?"

Perturabo BC did not speak. The one who asked the question was Fulgrim Ishtar, who was sitting opposite him. Although the Fearless Phoenix was also interested in the novel way of eating hot pot, he did not want his amniotic fluid chamber to be stained with the spicy and greasy smell of Grox peppers. Therefore, Ferrus Manus stood beside his bowl and tentatively stretched out his claws into the boiling soup, hooking back and forth some of the food that Ishtar wanted to eat. Fulgrim Pallas looked at the other Primarchs with a little restraint, learning to use a colander to scoop out thin slices of meat.

The Master of Alchemy and the others are not here at the moment, the door of the box is closed, this is a gathering of the Primarchs themselves.

"Nothing, uh, I was just wondering, the number of Primarchs here…"

Ramizarn pondered, and glanced at the Primarchs gathered around him:
"... Do all these Primarchs give you a sense of déjà vu? It's as if..."

"No sense of déjà vu! No as if!"

Roboute Guilliman immediately spoke loudly, and the other brothers looked at him in surprise, raising their eyebrows or crossing their arms. A certain Primarch was snickering, "Let's do something that should be done more when brothers meet again after a long separation! For example! Is there a bath here? No? Then I suggest that we need to build a large bath! The kind with a Primarch-sized bath! Bathing together will help enhance our feelings and understanding!"

Unyielding Cardia Volume·Fin
(End of this chapter)