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Chapter 219 Subspace × Public Toilet√

After arriving in the material world, the power of the Chaos Demons was already severely weakened. Now, they were aided by the Ultramarines' Hera Fortress. With the destruction of the last Chaos Beacon, the Chaos Demons and Chaos Space Marines could no longer engage in reckless boarding battles and space teleportation. It didn't take long for the battle on the Explorer King to end.

"Excuse me, who are you...?"

Hearing the question from the captain of the Ultramarines, Ron said indifferently, "We? The Terra tourist group, come here to see how your Papa Smurf died."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ron suddenly realized that the reactions of the people around him were a little strange. This made Ron tilt his head in confusion, and then knocked on the psychic crown on his head -

Emperor: "Sorry~ The warp storm is a bit exhausting. I have already reached my limit by sending you here. I may have to hang up for a while to prepare psychic healing for Old Thirteen's resurrection~"

You fucking...

Having already gotten used to the feeling brought by the psychic filter, Ron suddenly curled his lips when he heard the Emperor's cancellation. He then looked at the company captain with a stern face, and Kohl and others around him with puzzled expressions. Ron shrugged helplessly.

"The yellow skin with ten thousand years of practice... uh, I mean, the great emperor is a little tired now, so the psionic crown is a little ineffective."

The Ultramarines Legion Commander and First Company Captain obviously did not easily believe Ron's nonsense - what nonsense? It was obviously the truth! This First Company Captain was somewhat disloyal!

Looking at Roan, the captain drew the power sword from his waist and said angrily: "It doesn't matter who you are! Even if you are in a high position in the Mechanicus, but you dare to slander my Gene-Father in Macragge. If you can't give a reasonable explanation, we will never let you off easily!"

In contrast, Kawl and others beside him were confused as to why the once dignified and majestic High King suddenly changed his temperament - was it the mental pollution of the warp? No, they were not affected, let alone the Saint King, who was favored by the Emperor and was chosen by the gods for eternity? !

On the contrary, Valdor on the side touched his chin hesitantly - the Emperor was a little tired? So the Psychic Crown was ineffective?

Speaking of which, His Majesty did say before that he was different in the eyes of different people. Although the Emperor is always great in the eyes of the Imperial Guards, if I remember correctly, his former comrades, the Sisters of Silence, once said that the Emperor was just a withered and tired old man, and what was truly great was his lofty ideals and visions.

So... the emperor is really tired and needs to rest, and this person now is the real Saint King?

Looking at Ron, who was standing there with his hands on his waist and a helpless look on his face, Waldo felt that his brain was a little broken - the righteous and brilliant Saint King before...

Ignoring Waldo and the others behind him, Ron just coughed lightly in the face of the captain's question. He did not answer the captain's question, but said, "Be careful with your words. What do you mean I slandered your gene father? Before I explain, maybe you should explain the question I asked you first."

"what is the problem."

The company commander's voice had turned cold, and the surrounding soldiers looked at Ron and the others with a common hatred and put pressure on them.

"Something about the Second Empire."

"..."

The atmosphere of solidarity suddenly became quiet. The captain, who was standing in front of Ron, holding a power sword in his hand, was full of anger and trembled when he heard about the Second Empire. After a moment, a simple smile appeared on his rough face.

"Haha, my friends who came all the way from Terra, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand anything?"

Seeing the reaction of the first company commander, no one else noticed, but the director of the think tank stared at the first company commander hesitantly for a while.

As the leader and deputy of the legion, how could the think tank director not know the character of the legion leader and the captain? Given this guy's character, he should immediately activate the shielding device and imprison him without giving him a chance to get out, and spread the news of the subspace storm turbulence to the outside world. Anyway, he has never been to the Five Hundred Worlds.

but now……

Well, is it because of this guy’s special psychic powers?

The think tank director could feel that after the psychic halo above Ron's head went out, Ron's own aura seemed to lose its restraints and began to spread around. However, due to his limited knowledge, the think tank director could not understand what kind of energy this was... Perhaps, it was some special form of psychic energy?

In fact, it was almost the same, because after Ron completed the ascension ceremony, the strength of Ron's intelligence reduction aura or chaos field increased sharply. Even if it was not activated deliberately, it could cover half of the earth to a certain extent...

In short, more and more people in the base universe are using practice to determine how many times enoki mushrooms can be recycled and eaten, just like those people who fuck crocodiles and car exhaust pipes.

Well, SHIELD suspected that this should be due to some mysterious force and began a detailed investigation.

Unfortunately, during the investigation, they were also affected by a mysterious force...

Back to Warhammer.

Ron seemed a little helpless after revealing his handsome nature. There was nothing he could do, excellent people were like this. Even if those cunning and treacherous people tried every means to cover up their glory, when the tide receded, those around him would still be influenced by his selflessness and greatness.

Just like the first rich lead the latter to become rich, and finally achieve common prosperity. My excellent aura will also infect the people around me, making them unconsciously relax their nerves and brains, forget about the fighting and killing, and communicate harmoniously and friendly...

Thinking about it, Ron also said with a sigh: "Who said it wasn't? When Horus Rebellion broke out, a group of people were tied up in a certain star region. One of the idea kings raised his arms and shouted, hey, the empire may have perished, we have to prepare to return like lightning~"

"Then they responded with one call and shamelessly dragged the Ninth Prince to wait for the boss... Tsk tsk, some people must be sweating profusely."

Listening to Ron's words, the captain stood there with a forced smile on his face and said, "Haha, the power armor is equipped with an internal circulation system... Not that, not that..."

Even though he was smiling, judging from the company commander's expression, no matter how you looked at it, it was obvious that something was not right.

Especially on the side, Cawl, the commander of the Imperial Fists, Valdor and others also looked at each other in bewilderment. From the reaction of the captain, it was not difficult for them to guess that this so-called Second Empire was obviously not a glorious history. And it had a very deep connection with the Thirteenth Primarch Guilliman, and was even involved with the Ninth Primarch Sanguinius... Oh my god.

Meanwhile, the think tank director was also trying to learn more about Ron, such as observing Ron's future through the subspace. But unfortunately, no matter how well the think tank director connected to the subspace, once Ron's existence was involved, everything would become unclear. Indistinctly, one could even hear faint laughter and slight sarcasm.

Thinking about this, the think tank director asked softly: "Uh, may I ask, everyone from Terra, what is the purpose of your coming to Macragge..."

"I came to Guilliman for some business."

Ron coughed lightly and said in a businesslike manner, "In view of the possible heresy of the Thirteenth Legion during the Horus Heresy, the High Lord was furious, and the Holy Vandiel of the Ecclesiarchy ordered us loyal servants to investigate. If the Thirteenth Legion was framed, then we will severely punish all rumormongers. But if it was Joan of Arc..."

Touching his chin, Ron said, facing everyone's gaze, "Then we can only execute him in a formal manner!"

Hearing this, the Space Marines present fell silent. On the side, watching these things happen, neither Valdor nor the Imperial Fists wanted to remind them. After all, they were also very curious about what kind of heresy the Ultramarines, who were always known for their unity, strength, and precision, had committed.

However, after thinking deeply about it, the think tank director was not nervous. Because both the Ultramarines and the other two legions were well aware of the dangers of establishing the Second Empire. Therefore, the records that could be destroyed have basically been completely destroyed. There is only one very hidden one that is not recorded in any way. It is only a copy that is verbally conveyed by the successive Ultramarines legion commanders and think tank directors and is treasured in the Great Library of Macragge.

Moreover, this place is very secretive. Even if it is right under your feet, no one can find it...

"Well, let's go to Macragge's library first." Ron said with a sigh: "To be honest, I don't have any idea what I can find. After all, no matter how stupid a person is, he would not try to record such a thing in a copy and save it, right? If this kind of dark history really exists, it is better to completely destroy it~"

"……Yea, haha."

The think tank director showed an expression that was uglier than crying. Fortunately, he was protected by the helmet of the power armor, so he could still vent his inner fluctuations through changes in expression. Otherwise...

"Eh? Why do you look so weird?"

Ron touched his head and said in confusion: "Actually, I am also a psychic. I have been inspired by the Emperor and have psychic vision. Of course, I rarely look down the three paths."

"..." Pursing his lips and taking a deep breath, the think tank director said with some difficulty: "Uh... During the battle, my respiratory and circulatory system was damaged. So I feel a little uncomfortable."

"Why are you still wearing a helmet if you're not feeling well? Just take it off, we're all friendly forces." Ron clapped his hands, and then the think tank director's helmet disappeared without any warning - to be precise, it was teleported to Helheim.

With his power enhanced, Ron is now a dimensional demon. Pulling the enemy into their own dimension and forcing them to fight away and be beaten up is a common trick of the dimensional demons. Similarly, the dimensional demons will also develop multiple resistance methods against dimensional transfer.

But the Warhammer universe... in a sense, the Warp is indeed a dimension. It's just not a main dimension like Helheim with a clear owner who can carve a correct word on his thigh. It is an extremely large, public dimension.

In short, public toilet.

It is indeed a public toilet. For fighting, pooping, peeing, pornographic advertisements... What is Jianqi? For making fake certificates?

In a word, chaos.
After seeing the think tank director's helmet suddenly disappear, everyone present couldn't help but hold their breath. Not only others, but also the Emperor's first guard, Valdor, also held his breath during this process.

In a sense, this was the first time that Ron showed his power - before this, Ron would often just knock on the psychic crown on his head, and Brother Di in the subspace would jump out directly to help solve the problem.

Now Huangpizi is gathering his strength, preparing to 'inject' his son fully with his essence.

There was no other way, Ron could only do it himself.

With a flash of his hand, Ron handed the helmet to the think tank director. Looking at the helmet that was stuffed in his hand, the think tank director subconsciously took it, and then looked at the legion account next to him. After feeling the complexity and questioning in the other party, the think tank director also pursed his lips and shook his head.

He knew what the legion commander was thinking, which was nothing more than making the other party "disappear" here.

But based on what the other party has shown now, he is fully capable of sending a signal through the subspace before losing his freedom...

"I actually have no confidence that I'll find anything."

Just when the Ultramarines were in a state of confusion, Ron also sighed: "After all, if there really is such a confidential file, it must be placed in the most important core fortress. How could it be placed in a place like a library? If it is accidentally opened, it will be a bad ending, right?"

"...Haha, yes." The think tank director forced himself to maintain his smile.

"Besides, the documents in the library are so vast, and there are only a few of us here, so it's not easy to find them."

"Yes!" The think tank director quickly cheered up. Then Ron pointed at Cole and said:

"So we called in the Archsage of the Mechanicus, Cawl!"

Ron patted Cole's shoulder with a smile on his face - he originally wanted to pat Cole's shoulder, but Cole was too tall, so in the end he could only pat Cole's hip.

"This great sage has lived for more than five thousand years. He has even met your genetic ancestor and knows more about Guilliman than any of us. Well, the mechanical ark behind is also from this sage. I believe that with the help of the great sage Cawl, it won't take long before the entire Macragge Library can be completely scanned from inside to outside!"

"...Yes, I promise it won't take too long." Although he didn't know what happened, Kaul shrugged and said, "I can complete all the scans in one day. No trace, not even a scratch, will be left behind."

The think tank director looked as if a horse had died.

(End of this chapter)