The Sun King's Evidence

"It seems that this world is very dangerous. Since arriving, I feel as if there are a hundred things as heavy as me pressing on myself. I'm really... not used to it." A man in dark green power armor Vulkan, the original body of the Salamander gene, said: "It's uncomfortable. I feel like my whole body is tied up with strips of cloth. What kind of world is this? Our strength is severely restricted."

"This is a world restricted by the great guardianship of the ancient saints and the maelstrom of elves. Everyone is the same." Angron watched as the bloodthirsty demon was completely banished by him and gradually turned into ashes, and explained: "This The world is the last refuge of the ancient saints. They asked their servant Slann Demon Toad to create a great guardian. After that, the elves created a maelstrom to protect the world. These two magic circles drained the world of evil wind. It is difficult for Chaos Demons to enter the mortal world, but the power of mortals is also severely limited."

"Weakening yourself also weakens the enemy? I have encountered this situation more than once." Guilliman nodded, and the Primarch of the Ultramarines looked around: "Where is Fulgrim?"

"Fulgrim? He went on an expedition to Lustria. There is no news now. He probably won't come." Angron shook his head and said to several people: "Ryan is going to get married. You must not have come empty-handed, right? What?"

"We brought a lot of gifts." The originals carried several large boxes into the courtyard, and Angron whispered to himself: "I knew it."

"First come and sit in the hut. Tomorrow we will set off to the south, to the cathedral. I have prepared your clothes." Angron turned and walked towards the forest hut he had built: "Father's Forbidden Army I’ll help you take off your armor.”

"I really don't want to see you, Angron. When I see you, I think of the past full of shame." Leon El'Jonson, the Primarch of the First Legion, was the first to follow Angron's pace. : "If I could, I really want to kill all of you traitors."

"Haha, if you really want it, we can fight each other later." Angron actually doesn't like Zhuangson that much, or in other words, not many of the original bodies have a good relationship with him. Luo Jia is still hiding in the Eye of Terror. In constant panic, Horus was dead, and he had nothing to say to these Loyalist Primarchs.

"Father emphasized that we are here to attend a wedding, not a duel." Zhuang Sen's expression twitched. This was the emperor's order, and Zhuang Sen could only follow it.

"Oh, you can have a fight as much as you want!" Magnus said with sarcasm on his face: "It's best if both of you are half disabled, and then we will ask Caul to build two iron toilets for you, one for each of you. , how perfect, you can stay with me in the throne room, and I can hear your dirty words every day, how interesting it is."

"Shut up, Magnus, we're going to pack you up and send you back now!" Guilliman saw that the primarchs were about to quarrel again, and hurriedly shouted angrily at Magnus, who was trying to stir up trouble.

"Quiet...eat." Clarkson, the original Raven Guard with skin as pale as snow, long hair as black as jet, and a pair of black wings, said in his pale and dry voice.

Vulkan, the primarch of the Salamander gene, looked at the forest hut built by Angron, and looked at Angron's collection with interest: "Wow, it seems that this world has everything? Green skins, chaotic creatures , undead, and demons?”

Half an hour later, the five Primarchs, who had taken off their armor, were sitting in the open-air courtyard of the forest cabin. At this time, the autumn wind was bleak, the mountains were covered with red leaves, and the creek was flowing. A head was already set up in the courtyard. A plump roasted whole lamb, two barrels of Bagman dark beer were placed, and many side dishes were already placed on the table.

"One sheep is enough for us? Angron, why don't you get more?" After sitting down, Magnus, the Red Son, took a mug from the table very skillfully and took a glass of Bagman beer. The strong black beer made him shout happily: "I am sure that as a sheep, Guilliman can eat everything you prepared."

"I'm not that scary. Vulkan is just about the same." Guilliman also took a glass of dark beer and drank it in large gulps. The dwarf's good dark beer was very refreshing. The Primarch of the Ultramarines couldn't help but think of his hometown of Markura. Ge, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant like now.

Chapter Master Calgar is currently based in Macragge. There has been no fighting recently, and he is preparing to respond to the "Indomitus Crusade" that Guilliman is about to launch.

"You are so terrifying, as are you and your heirs. I have been wondering, are you and your Smurfs all Orcs pretending to be Orcs? Why do you seem to be endless?" Magnus Breathing the fresh air greedily, he had been pressed on the golden throne for a long time.

Since having him, the Emperor no longer has to be bound by the Golden Throne. In fact, since the Emperor's return, the Emperor only needs to allocate part of his power to maintain the Golden Throne. What Magnus has to do more is to regulate and control , instead of struggling to survive, he was occasionally allowed to move around the palace, under surveillance of course.

"I know one is not enough to eat. I have already ordered the imperial army to roast another cow and some fish." Angron brought over a large pot full of cauliflower: "Don't worry, it's enough. Zhuangson, here you go, cut it yourself. "

Zhuang Sen took the knife, cut a large piece of lamb chop directly from the roasted lamb, and ate it with big mouthfuls.

The primarchs ate voraciously. All kinds of pure natural delicacies were brought out one after another, and then they were eaten clean by several people. A large number of eaten bones were discarded on and under the table. Vulkan and Clark Sen discussed how to increase the number of scions in their Chapter's already very thin number, while Magnus and Jonson were discussing whether the new Primaris Space Marines should be counted as his scions.

Jonson's view is that since the Emperor has the final say, then forget it. Magnus' view is that if these warriors can show strong combat effectiveness, then forget it.

"Cheers, Guilliman, you seem to be in better spirits." Angron raised the mug and said to Guilliman: "Among us, you are the only one who has the most talent in governing the country. Father needs you. helper."

"The situation couldn't get any worse. The 'Great Rift' split the entire galaxy in two, and wars are raging everywhere. We almost don't know what is happening on the other side of the Great Rift. Only my father shows his supremacy. We can only get some news when we are powerful." Guilliman took a sip of Bagman beer and sighed: "We brought Lion's wedding gift this time. After the wedding is over, we will set off back to Terra the next day."

"So anxious?" Angron was a little puzzled: "Father has returned."

"There are wars everywhere, and we are needed everywhere." Guilliman said with a grimace: "Urgent reports for help are being sent from everywhere, and the troops are stretched thin. Abaddon and his black legions dare not approach after seeing their father's power. Terra, so we are always operating near Cadian. We have temporarily reached an alliance with the Death Army to jointly deal with the endless Chaos Legion. An unprecedentedly large army has gathered around Cadian, ready to face the next wave. Huge offense.”

"Where is Damocles?" Angron then asked.

"The fighting in the Damocles war zone has stopped." Guilliman turned his attention to Jonson: "Leon and his people destroyed an entire Tau fleet. He killed six Tau The frontline commander sent by the tribe, the Tau were forced to give up the attack on Damocles, and we have no interest in fighting these scum anymore, Leon is needed elsewhere."

"A bunch of bastards, no one can beat them." Zhuang Sen said coldly: "A waste of time."

"Well... what about the Necrons, Tyranids, and Eldar?" Angron then asked.

"Currently we are still cooperating with the Eldar... We are cooperating for the time being. My father has a ceasefire agreement with the Eldar Death God..." Guilliman frowned: "But there are many Eldar, the Ark Eldar, the Black Eldar, the Eldar Pirates of the Eldar, Harlequins of the Eldar, Death Army of the Eldar, etc., except for the Death Army, we can attack all other Eldar without fail."

"Hey, fuck it! Just chop it off and it's over." Angron shouted as he drank from a large bowl (cup) and ate meat.

"Ahriman led the Scarlet Warriors of the Thousand Sons Legion to raid Fenris, the home planet of the Space Wolves." Guilliman continued: "Vulkan and Clarkson led the Salamanders Chapter and the Defense Force to defeat Ahriman. ...There are also wars in other places, but that is not important. What I am worried about now is that the Necrons are resurrecting on a large scale, and the tentacles of the Tyranid Leviathan fleet are spreading everywhere, and Armageddon has already It has become half a demon world, and the Blood Angels Chapter in Baal is sending a desperate signal for help. If my father hadn't sensed Captain Dante's request for help, we might not have known what kind of difficult test the Blood Angels were facing. "

"I understand. You can go about your business in peace. Leave this to me and Ryan." Angron also knew that the original bodies were needed everywhere now, and he couldn't say anything else.

"With Fulgrim!"

"Okay, okay, and that sissy Fulgan."

After a feast, the five Primarchs were all red-faced, especially Magnus and the Thousand Sons Primarch. At this time, Vulkan and Clarkson were grilling fish, while Jonson and Ki Liman was playing a war game.

This kind of war chess game is the imperial war chess tabletop game that Sulia once gave to Ryan. There are many chess villains on both sides, from the most basic imperial swordsmen, spearmen, archers, to the imperial ones holding lances. Knights, bishops with hammers and shields, huge cannons, electors with holy swords hanging from their waists, and fully armed emperors.

Angron spent a lot of money to buy several sets and often played with the Custodes.

He explained the rules of war chess to everyone: "Different soldiers have different abilities, but their scores are also different. You need to form an army of two thousand points and then send it to the battlefield."

"The Emperor enjoys a special protection rule of 4+ and can attack repeatedly. The warhammer 'Gael-Maraz' in his hand ignores the armor of enemy units and can re-roll failed dice once... You need to choose a head for him. The mount... can be a war horse, an armored war horse, a pegasus, a griffon or even a dragon."

"I like this kind of game." Both Guilliman and Jonson were extremely interested in this kind of tabletop war game, and the two of them were fighting inextricably.

"Brothers, come and eat fish." Vulgan, who was over three meters tall, said while holding seven or eight skewers of grilled fish on iron skewers, "I grilled the fish!"

"I... season it," Clarkson said.

"Those are all my things!" Angron shouted.

One person was holding a piece of grilled fish in his hand. At this time, Magnus started to get drunk, and he started shouting: "It's been a long time since so many primarchs have gathered together, Guilliman, do you remember? There were so many last time The original body came together at that time more than 11,000 years ago, Ullanor, do you still remember?"

Guilliman was a little stunned: "Why are you talking about this? Brother."

"I wasn't there at the time. Only you, Russ, Mortarion, and Fulgrim were in Ullanor! And that traitor Horus!" Jonson said coldly.

"I am here, I still remember what happened back then!" Vulkan said loudly: "Ah, what a sweet memory, but how bitter it is to think about it now... Magnus, what do you want to say when you mention this?"

"I remembered that before Ullanor's party, we had a party, and those two people were there at that time..." Magnus said with a big tongue: "You know what I'm talking about, hehehehe~"

The faces of all the original bodies changed greatly.

"Magnus!!!" Zhuangson stood up directly. He walked up to Magnus and clamped his neck directly: "Father made us swear that we will never mention it, and you must disobey Father's orders. ?”

"I didn't disobey anything, brother." Magnus spread his hands pretending to be innocent: "I didn't say who it was."

"Huh! They never existed. Remember this, Magnus." Jonson let go of Magnus and threw him to the ground.

Magnus was asking for trouble. He originally wanted to continue taunting Jonson. Those two people really didn't exist? Like your Dark Angel really has no secrets? Did the Second Reich really not exist?

Thinking of the explosive collar around his neck, Magnus finally decided to shut up.

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An hour later, everyone began to visit Angron's hut and the collection in the hut.

After several years of accumulation, Angron's collection can be described as dazzling, with all kinds of specialties from all races in the old world.

"Brother, I like your collection very much. Can you give me something?"

"Brother, this wine is delicious. I want it."

"Brother, you have stored a lot of coffee. I want it."

"Brother, I want to eat beef."

The Primarchs began to empty out Angron's storerooms unceremoniously. Vulkan wiped out Angron's meat stores. Clarkson took away all the red wines Angron had collected. Kiri Mann looted the fine coffee that Angron had managed to import from Tyrell, and Magnus moved away all the barrels of Bagman beer that Angron had purchased from the dwarves.

"Hey! Ming robbed you!?" Angron shouted dissatisfied: "How can this be done?"

"Jonson! Did my father ask you to come here to loot my storage room?" Seeing that several of the original bodies ignored him, Angron could only complain to Jonson.

There was hesitation on the face of the Primarch of the First Legion. He didn't understand why his brothers were ransacking Angron's storeroom. They actually didn't lack these things.

But everyone did it, and Zhuang Sen felt that it was not right to do nothing.

So Zhuangson walked to Angron's corral alone and picked up the trembling bison inside.

"Then this belongs to me."

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