The Sun King's Evidence

When talking about wine, the Emperor, Fulgrim, and Clarkson started chatting. Recalling the years of the Great Crusade ten thousand years ago, the Emperor's face was only heavy, Fulgrim's face was bitter, and Clarkson was bleak.

"Everyone likes wine." After a moment of silence, Fulgan tasted the dinosaur meat jerky, raisins and nuts sent by the lizard people. His tone was full of bitterness: "Father, do you remember? I once had a relationship with Holland. Russ shared a glass, he liked wine and so did I, and Feruz, he liked spirits.”

"Khan, Sanguinius, Magnus, there is no one among us who doesn't like wine." Clarkson said with a sinister tone: "Khan likes mare's kumiss, and Sanguinius likes bitterness." A rich red wine. As for Magnus, he and Ahriman used their psychic powers many times to search for the recipe for winemaking throughout the universe."

"Everyone likes wine, but only that idiot Leman Russ and that lunatic Angron are not suitable for drinking alcohol." The Emperor nodded, and he looked at the contents of the cup. The Lord of Mankind went back to 10,000 years ago. : "Ruth, that idiot, only knows how to drink like a beast. He and his wolf cubs don't care whether what they drink is first-class wine or horse urine, as long as they have enough."

"So I never take out my treasures to drink with Russ. I only let him drink low-quality ale and the Fenris blood wine he brought." It seems that he remembered that Russ drank too much and rushed. The way he looked when he went to the battlefield to kill people, Fulgrim smiled: "No matter how good the wine is and needs to be savored carefully, Russ will always bite the cork out with his teeth, then take a sip and blow it clean. How stupid. "

"As for Angron, we are not willing to let him touch alcohol. He is already a madman. Who knows what will happen after drinking." Clarkson added: "I don't want to be one-on-one with him."

"In addition to Angron, Pertrabo also likes fine wine." The Emperor nodded: "Whenever Pertrabo is assigned to conquer the strongest fortress and carry out his most sophisticated and proud designs, he will drink it. Wine, drink and vent your frustrations.”

Fulgrim agreed: "That was most likely the only time Petrabo was even a little unhappy in all his life, and that was when he was drinking."

"But when it comes to who among us has the largest wine collection, it is undoubtedly Guilliman and Jonson." Clarkson nodded: "I once had the honor to go to Macragge and have a drink with Guilliman. The dull and rigid reception room in his palace was built with a lot of gold. Unlike Fulgrim's flagship, which was a fist soaked in perfume, Guilliman's palace was a block of gold inlaid with gold. Leather, the former is too coquettish, the latter is vulgar."

"You have such a deep memory for everyone, Clarkson, I'm glad to hear you say so about me." Fulgan replied without hesitation: "It's better than your black and white residence with a lot of strange statues. Better yet, it's basically a prison and you live in the biggest cell."

"Ha~ Yes, we are all like this, proud, complacent, and extremely confident." A deep sarcasm flashed across Clarkson's pale face: "This kind of character made you fall, and it also made me make a big mistake."

Although the Raven Guard Primarch said this, he felt very comfortable in his heart.

The brothers returned one after another, and he no longer felt lonely.

"Enough, let's get back to wine." The Emperor immediately realized that his sons were about to start arguing again, and the Lord of Mankind wisely curbed this momentum: "No one's tastes are exactly the same."

"Guilliman's cellar wine is called Philonas. The wine is mellow, full, and has a certain sweetness. It is very comfortable in the mouth." Clarkson obeyed the emperor's order as a matter of course, as if he had not said it just now That sentence: "As for Jonson, no one knows where he hid his treasures in Caliban, but there is no doubt that Jonson must have a private wine cellar in the deepest part of Caliban, filled with Whiskey, gin and beer, oh, and a cow.”

"A cow?" Fulgan asked strangely: "Why is there another cow?"

"Last time for Ryan's wedding ceremony, Jonson brought it from Angron." Speaking of this, Clarkson had a rare look of helplessness on his face: "Jonson didn't know what to do with this cow. , so the cow was handed over to the Dark Angel's Grand Master Azrael for him to put it properly. As a result, Azrael ordered the Dark Angel's core circle to gather for a meeting, and listed the Dark Angel's possession of a cow as a It was top secret. Except for the members of the inner circle, no one knew where the cow was, where it came from, and what it looked like. All information related to the cow was secretly destroyed. All the soldiers who had seen the cow that day were forced to I swore a poisonous oath not to reveal any information about this cow, and that’s what Zhuang Sen told me.”

"..." Fulgrim almost spit out all the red wine in his mouth after hearing this. He shook his head speechlessly. After forcing himself to swallow the red wine, the Primarch of the Emperor's Son said: "Then what happens next? Are they going to be silenced? All others who have seen the existence of this cow and heard about this cow are all captured and interrogated by Caliban, and made to repent and eventually become loyal?"

"If nothing unexpected, yes." Clarkson agreed: "That's how Jonson always handles problems, isn't he?"

"Okay, let's bring the topic back to wine." In Forgan's view, Jonson's behavior was too dull and boring. There are many perfect ways to solve the problem of a cow, but Jonson has always only Using two methods to deal with all problems, Fulgan did not want to criticize Jonson's style, so he had to change the subject: "Father, if you talk about your understanding and love of wine, there is no doubt that it is your closest friend, the Empire. Prime Minister Malcador, I heard that his storeroom contains countless rare and fine wines from the beginning of human history, and his collection is beyond compare even to you."

"Yes, Malcador's collection covers the entire history of mankind. Many of his collections can be traced back to the era of ancient Terra and vineyards and wineries. His collection is no longer as simple as drinks, it is the reappearance of human civilization. ." The emperor picked up the wine glass, and he gently tasted Lysalus, the top wine in the old world: "Makado's collection still exists, and his collection is placed in the stasis field. These fine wines Wine carries countless memories.”

"It is said that only Dorne often has the opportunity to drink with Malcador." Fulgan was obviously interested in this: "I hope I will also have the opportunity to taste Malcador's collection."

"Makado's treasures all belong to Ryan." The emperor said in a cold tone: "They are all Ryan's property."

Fulgen: "…………"

Clarkson: "…………"

"So... when are we going to capture Mortarion and Pertrabo? I can't wait." After a brief silence, Clarkson asked the topic he cared about: "Why do they know that father, you are already here?" Even if you summon all the Primarchs and have a way to purify them, why don’t you want to return to the Empire?”

"Angron has returned, but what do you think of his current state?" Fulgrim gently brushed his long, silky silver hair with his fingers: "Like an old farmer, he has long been disappointed with everything, including the empire, including Chaos, and so are Mortarion and Pertrabo. If we can't perfectly solve the problem of Pertrabo and Mortarion, we might as well wait for the opportunity and find a way to solve the problem, otherwise we will be purified. If they don’t, they will no longer be willing to serve their father’s empire.”

"Angron won't talk about him anymore. As for Mortarion and Pertrabo... the price is too high." The emperor spoke. His eyes were like lightning as he looked into the sky: "When I think of it, There is no plan until a detailed plan is made.”

"Where's Dorne?"

"Can't find it."

"All right."

…………I am the dividing line of loyalty…………

The next day, the Emperor and Clarkson left, leaving Fulgrim alone.

Part of the Ash Legion, about 10,000 people, have been teleported directly to Itaza by Mazda Moody using teleportation spells. Here, the Lizardmen will defend Itaza at all costs until Lord Croc is completely resurrected. .

The decaying corpses in the shield of the ancient saints are gradually exuding vitality. Just above the streets of Itaza, echoes of ancient times are echoing. They are the whispers of the soul of Lord Croc. At the call of the Emperor, Lord Crocker's soul is gradually returning to his body.

Putting on his purple full-body plate armor, hanging the golden power sword Glory on his waist, combing his long silver hair, and tying up his purple and gold cloak, Fulgrim came out of the room arranged by the lizard man.

The Emperor's Children Primarch was soon struck by the sight before him.

The entire city now has the largest lizard army in history. Tens of thousands of lizard legions and skink legions are preparing for battle. Ancient instruments are being activated, and there are glows in the tall ancient holy pyramids. Shooting straight into the sky.

The human army of the Ash Legion assembled in the square. Although the human army was shocked by the existence of these ancient species in the rainforest and their once glorious civilization, no soldier had the idea of ​​​​flinching. This legion had already been impressed by Fulgrim's personal charm. Below, they are ready to fight for glory.

"Your Excellency Fulgrim." Hadrian, the president of the Luigi Chamber of Commerce, was obviously not in good spirits. He came to Fulgrim, bent down and saluted: "Good morning."

"Good morning." Fulgrim was half a body taller than Hadrian, and Hadrian's height only reached Fulgrim's chest. Seeing the appearance of this businessman, Fulgrim responded with a smile: " Are you still getting used to living here?"

"It's not very adaptable, especially since the food sent by the residents here contains a lot of bugs." Hadrian smiled bitterly and shook his head. The big businessman was controlling his expression. Appropriate complaints can gain a sense of recognition and make people empathize, but excessive Complaining will only make people tired.

Hadrian knew that he had hooked up with a huge and terrifying family. Just yesterday, after the shining golden true god—yes, Hadrian firmly believed that the other party must and must be a true god appeared, He was even more determined on this idea.

This family is all gods.

"I remember I asked you to bring your own food." Fulgan saw Hadrian's little trick at a glance but cleverly did not reveal it. He just said the order he had issued.

"Of course, following your instructions, we all bring our own food, but many human warriors are obviously willing to try the delicacies of these ancient races. At least their raisins and various fruits taste good." Hadrian smiled. Said: "Following your teachings, legion commander, we are all willing to try new things. Believe me, trading with the ancient races in the rain forest will allow us to get unimaginable profits."

"That's good." Fulgen nodded, and he immediately noticed that his deputy commander Fernando Pirazzo was leading the foot knights and great swordsmen of the Ash Legion, as well as the Demon Toad Lord Maz. Da-Moody.

Mazda Moody is sitting on the golden throne, and the base of the golden throne is placed on the body of an ancient triceratops, Zerag. Obviously, this is the most powerful existence among the second-generation demon toads. It was also ready for battle. It looked at Fulgen: "Young... son of the ancient saint, follow me. The military meeting of Master Crocker, the mentor who protects me, is about to be held."

Following Mazda Moody was a strong and ferocious cold lizard. It roared, quickly came to Fulgrim, and took the initiative to bend down.

This is Fulgrim's mount.

Ten minutes later, a military meeting was held in the Great Pyramid of Itaza. Participants included the Demon Toad Lord Mazda Moody, the last guardian Kuga, and the Saurusman ancient blood warrior Tekza who was responsible for the defense of Itaza. , and the remaining two second-generation demon toads.

All the first-generation demon toads created by the ancient saints have been killed, and there are only five second-generation demon toads left. The most powerful Mazda-Moody rules the City of the Sun, Lord Huahua sits in the City of Mist, and Aodu -Lord Teha is sitting in the City of the Moon, and the remaining two second-generation demon toads are here.

"The mentor is resurrecting. By then, his power will impact the magical wind of the entire world. The big defense network cannot cover up the terrifying power of the venerable. We must be prepared for war." Mazda Moody's voice was hoarse and full of energy. He smelled obscure and spoke very slowly. Fortunately, there was a Skink Priest on hand to translate for Fulgrim.

"Our old enemy will definitely send a terrible army to prevent the resurgence of Lord Croc." Another second-generation demon toad whispered, he looked very old.

Fulgrim couldn't help but recall the emperor's words. Theoretically speaking, the servants of the Old Sage were immortal and their lifespan was unlimited. The only way the Demon Toad could age was if its magic power and energy were overdrawn for a long time.

Is that so, in order to maintain the "Great Guardian"?

Fulgrim's eyes flickered, but he remained silent.

"In addition to our mortal enemy, there will definitely be an army coming to interfere with the resurrection of the venerable." Kuga opened his mouth, his tongue stuck out, and the last defender and war lord released his ferocity: " Skaven.”

"The Skaven have been expelled from Lustria!" the lizard-human ancient blood warrior Tekza roared.

"Obviously they are back." Mazda Moody let out a long breath, and the breath he exhaled was filled with a strong wind of magic: "The stars show that more Skaven have already arrived in Lustrike. Asia Landing.”

"Itaza's army cannot resist the Chaos Demons and Skaven at the same time. We need reinforcements from the City of Mist and the City of the Moon!" Kuga knew after a moment's calculation what a terrible war they were about to face.

"Neither the City of Mist nor the City of the Moon can send reinforcements." Another second-generation Demon Toad whispered: "Lord Huahua must maintain the defense of the City of Mist, which has been attacked by Skaven and many people. The threat of undead pirates, and the soul of Lord Odu-Teha is still sinking in the void. Only when his soul returns to the body can the army of Moon City be mobilized."

"What should we do?" Tekeza, the ancient blood warrior of the lizard man, was only angry about this: "No matter what, as long as my great master needs it, I can fight our mortal enemy to the end at any time."

"We will set up defenses on the Starlight Bridge to fight against the coalition of Skaven and Chaos Demons." Mazda Moody closed his eyes. After spending five minutes, his eyes opened again: "Can you Persevering until the mentor is fully recovered is the key to victory or defeat."

"This war will affect the survival of the world. If we fail, darkness will completely erode this land."

"Now, let us fight to protect our master's legacy."

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