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Chapter 219. Master Ron enforces the law impartially!

Watching Ron and others marching into Macragge, the Ultramarines' legion commander and think tank director felt a chill down their spines, if not trembling with fear.

Oh my god, is the Ultramarines' five thousand years of loyal history going to end in my generation? No way, no way, it's clear that the Gene Father at that time only had to establish the Second Empire in order to better preserve the flame of the Empire, why is it now...

The think tank director and the legion commander looked at each other, and the sadness in their eyes was clearly visible. Although they did not talk much, they had reached a consensus without words.

That is, the glory of the Ultramarines and Macragge for more than 5,000 years will be burned here. As the legion commander and think tank director of this era, they have an unshirkable responsibility.

It is also impossible to imprison these members of the Terra Tribunal. After all, their leader has demonstrated psychic abilities beyond imagination...

"Is there really no way? For example, brainwashing with psychic power, implanting a false memory in them."

The Ultramarines Legion Leader blinked continuously, his eyelids flying up and down like a six-eyed flying fish transmitting Macragge's unique Morse code.

In response to this, the think tank director blinked continuously.

"Give up. The psychic means displayed by the enemy leader have exceeded my imagination. Being able to remove my helmet silently means that he can also take out our hearts silently. This kind of precise psychic replacement, converted into a psychic burst, is strong enough to burn the entire Hera Fortress into a pile of glass..."

After blinking for a while, the think tank director felt his eyes were a little dry, and he paused. Considering that there were people around, he did not try to smear saliva on his eyes to moisten his eyelids. Instead, he continued to blink after a moment of silence:
"Although I'm not sure, I sensed the Emperor's aura on that psychic crown."

"……real or fake?"

The legion commander was stunned. Could it be that the plan to destroy the Ultramarines was made by that master? !
"The Imperial psykers discovered the Warp, and the first Warp entity they observed was the Emperor's great projection." The think tank director responded bitterly: "All navigators also navigate through the Emperor's Astronomican projection in the Warp. This is the foundation of psykers, and it is impossible to be wrong..."

There was a long silence. For any member of the Empire, questioning the Emperor was impossible - you could be a little bit more heretical in the process of loyalty, such as Cawl, who was loyal while creating a degraded Guilliman AI, hated intelligence, and even planned to activate the two forbidden gene seeds that were erased from history to create a new era of Space Marines.

But you can't express it directly... After all, everyone is secretly a heretic, and you are the only one who is upright, right? !

So, in the end, they could only take a deep breath - it was all Vandir's fault!

Just as he was thinking, suddenly, Ron, who was walking in front and about to enter Macragge, gritted his teeth and stamped his feet, turned his head and looked at the two and said, "How dare you insult Lord Vandire?!"

When these words came out, even Waldo and others were stunned - MD, didn't you personally have someone kill Vandiel? The video has been uploaded to the data center of the Imperial Ministry of the Interior for storage and is ready to be printed in textbooks!

However, as the eternally chosen one of the Emperor, the Sage King's words and deeds must represent the Emperor's will, and there must be a deeper meaning behind this. For a moment, everyone fell into contemplation.

Especially Kaul, just by hearing these words, a series of red codes flashed in his eyes. It was too brain-burning. The Emperor Astronomical Torch burned about a thousand psychic Dalits on a daily basis, but now, with just these few short sentences, he didn't know how many 4090 were burned.

However, due to the influence of the subspace storm, the Ultramarines did not know what happened on Terra. After hearing the relevant information, the think tank director could not help but shake his body twice, and then said with a difficult voice:
"Why do you say that, Your Excellency?"

"Oh, because I can hear other people's thoughts, just like I can see the expressions behind other people's masks." Ron shrugged and said, "Also, I can indeed directly transfer your heart to the subspace or some other special dimension."

As he spoke, the think tank director felt a chill in his heart, and then he saw something in Ron's hand - it was none other than his heart. The modified heart was several times the size of an ordinary person's, beating strongly to transport blood to the whole body.

"Vegetables can survive without heart, but people can survive without heart~"

Just as he said this, the think tank director felt his death star shining...

40k Bi Gan is like this.

But Ron was not King Zhou, and he quietly recorded the expression of the think tank director. Ron then smiled and sent his heart back and said, "Anyway, start the search!"

The Explorer King floated over the Macragge Library, and the Skitarii of the Adeptus Mechanicus entered in a rush, searching for books in different areas at the same time under the command of the Sage Ruler. The Imperial Fists Space Marines were not idle either, but they did not choose to make a friendly interactive visit to the brother chapters. After all, the leader, King Saint Roan, was looking for trouble, and it was not convenient for them to reveal the real purpose of their trip here.

The sisters of battle prayed in unison, and the guardsmen shuttled among them. After two hours without any clues, Ron did not seem to be in a hurry. Instead, he found a recliner and placed it at the entrance of the Macragge Library. There were groups of tall and strong Space Marines and militiamen everywhere around him. But Ron was not afraid at all. There was a glass of newly opened wine on the small table next to him. With the idea of ​​experiencing the customs of the Empire, he opened a can of Warhammer 40k's special corpse starch. When he opened it, the taste was really amazing.

Staring at the still-moving limbs of several crustacean insects in a pile of unknown meat paste and starch, Ron turned his gaze to the think tank director standing beside him.

"Is this what the imperial soldiers eat?"

"This is already considered relatively good." The think tank director said numbly, "At least the meat and starch content is relatively high, and it doesn't bite you as soon as you open it."

The glory of the Ultramarines for more than 5,000 years is about to be lost, and the director of the think tank is also heartbroken.

"You said the Empire has so many prayers, for attack, aiming, and even stealth. Isn't there a prayer that makes canned corpse starch taste better?" Ron muttered.

"You can ask the great emperor for instructions, maybe you can find it." The think tank director's voice was weak, giving people the feeling that he could step into the ground at the next moment.

Especially after Cawl adjusted the various mechanical units and the Explorer King lowered the blue surveillance light curtain from top to bottom, covering the entire Macragge Library and searching the entire library's information and hidden structures from the inside out, the think tank director could not help but lower his head.

Oh no, there are bad people in the empire!
Great father of genes, please open your eyes and take a look!
……

It's all Vandire's fault! "Found it." Cawl was indeed a great sage of the Adeptus Mechanicus. He had successfully discovered the clue to something that more than 20,000 Skitarii soldiers had not been able to find after searching for just over half an hour.

Because of the direct mental connection with the Explorer King, Cawl quickly determined that this book was the one they were looking for, the book about the Second Empire... To be precise, Cawl didn't know what the Second Empire was. He just subconsciously opened the book and scanned the contents to confirm. But after just turning to the first page and taking a quick look at the index above, Cawl immediately stopped scanning and keenly realized that this was a stain that the Ultramarines could not tolerate...

Turning to look at Ron, Cole said:

"I have found the answer you were looking for, Saint..."

"Oh my, it really is there? I didn't expect to find it so quickly."

Ron put down the cans of ant cow food and corpse starch with a smile - the taste of this stuff was worrying, but the advantage was that it was cheap...

That's quite cheap! Not to mention small batches, even if you make a large batch, no one will ask you for money, and you have to pay a special garbage disposal fee. After all, friends who have killed people know that it is easy to kill people but difficult to dispose of the bodies.

It just so happened that the population in Helheim was increasing, and due to environmental factors, Helheim was unable to engage in large-scale production, and most of the materials could only be replenished from the outside.

Ron decided that canned corpse starch would be the main food in Helheim from now on. Want to eat something good? No problem, go on a mission yourself, and then exchange it with system coins! It saves everyone from staying in there and being comfortable like a master. People who don't know would think that Ron is the park's lackey and they are the park's leaders.

Standing up and looking at the group of space warriors behind him, Ron coughed twice and said, "Let's go and take a look together."

"Ron... sir!" Hearing this, Kaul on the side was silent for a moment and then asked hesitantly: "Can we really watch it? I mean... do we need to prepare brainwashing facilities?"

Even Kohl, who was known for his boldness, had to consider whether they really needed to know this history after seeing some of the information about Macragge's sealed history with his own eyes.

After all, for that era, the three primarchs had their reasons for doing so... but the problem is that for the Empire, they don't care whether you have your reasons or not. Because it is not uncommon for the Astra Militarum or even the Space Marine Captain to rebel and kill an entire company.

That is to say, 40K is a place like the Sunzha universe where shit is everywhere. If it is placed in other hot-blooded comics, you will just wait and see. According to the nature of anime in the other world in recent years, the first thing the protagonist does after gaining superpowers is the human empire.

What? You mean Eldar, Zerg, Greenskin, Tau? Forget it, they are all members of the Harem.

In response, Ron waved his hand.

"It's okay. This kind of thing needs to be brought out for everyone to know. It will also prevent some people from holding on to these trivial matters in the future."

After that, Ron and the others came to the secret room amid the pale faces of a group of Space Marines, and then Ron opened the book and started reading.

The so-called Second Empire was when the Emperor's eldest son Horus launched a rebellion. Because of the warp storm, the Emperor's other three sons considered that the Empire might have been defeated and decided to form a second regime in Macragge to regain the glory of mankind. However, as the warp storm subsided, they were surprised to find that the Emperor was still alive and the holy land of Terra was still there. Then they disbanded in a hurry and sent troops to support on the spot.

Although there was nothing wrong from a God's perspective, for the Empire, their behavior was no less heretical than the rebellion started by Horus. So they immediately destroyed this history, and only a few members of the Legion knew about it.

But for some reason, they kept some copies, and the Ultramarines' copy was kept in the Great Library of Macragge.

After reading, Ron handed the book to the Imperial Fists commander, Razrian, and said, "Read it from the top. Also, Cawl, turn on the loudspeaker of the spacecraft so that everyone can hear it."

Hearing this, Razrion took the old book with some confusion. After a moment, as the commander of the Imperial Fists, which was known as the Paragon Regiment, Razrion could not help but be shocked by the contents of the book, and even clenched his fists in fear.

After finishing the reading with suppressed emotions, Razrian turned his eyes to the commander of the Ultramarines and others with shock and anger, and asked angrily, "You actually committed such a heresy and concealed it until now!"

"..."

The answer to Lazlien was a pale silence. He wanted to continue questioning, but when he opened his mouth and looked at the pale faces of the people, Lazlien found that he couldn't say a word. In the end, he could only look at Ron and said:

"Ron... Sir, please make the decision!"

At this point, the Custodians and Space Marines who had rushed here all the way from Terra more or less realized why Ron had issued a law as soon as he became the Saint King to pardon the Dark Angels, Blood Angels and Ultramarines for all the crimes they had committed during the Great Crusade and the Horus Heresy.

It turns out that the Saint King knew all this long ago... So why he is bringing this matter up now must have some other meaning.

Valdor and the commander of the Custodes, Esso, looked at each other and thought: It's impossible that he is just here to have fun and disgust the Ultramarines and Guilliman? There is no need for this.

Ron has something to say about this - how can it not be important? There is no conflict between doing business and having fun.

The previous psychic filter made everything Ron said automatically sound righteous. Now that it has been removed, he must make up for it!

Then, Ron said in a cold voice: "Humph! The great Pope Vandiel, Ultramarines, I didn't expect you to commit such a heresy!"

"Come on, give me some to drink first!"

Ron took out a large cylindrical vat that was ten meters high and ten meters wide.

(End of this chapter)