Chapter 128 - Three Women Make a Drama...
The Sister of Silence, Emria, Hierophant Hiei Roma, the Archmagos, and the mature female machine-spirit locked eyes. The psychic fluctuations within the laboratory had never been so intense!
Unfortunately, the fluctuations that struck the Sisters of Silence were like stones sinking into the sea. They stood there silently, unmoved.
The Sister who had been using Thoughtmark now had a gossipy glint in her eyes that shouldn't belong to a warrior. 'Who are they?'
The same unspoken question came from Hiei Roma and the machine-spirit, who stared intently at Francis.
However, the machine-spirit was still a cut above. She floated lightly to Francis's side and said with a pitying expression, "Hmph Hmph This damned individual treated me like that, and he's still not satisfied! Do we need this many more people?"
The Sister of Silence: "!!!"
Hiei Roma: "!!!"
"Hey! Watch what you're saying! You're a machine-spirit, I haven't done anything!" Francis bristled. "I am a normal person, and I prefer normal people who are flesh and blood!"
Upon hearing the machine-spirit's insinuation, Francis immediately offered a hurried explanation.
"So the Primarch prefers people with flesh and blood. I..."
Hiei Roma, whose body had been almost entirely converted into machinery, immediately lost composure and even carelessly dropped the mechanical device in her hand to the floor.
Hearing this, the Sisters of Silence tensed and donned their helmets, watching Francis with extreme vigilance.
Francis stared at them. "..."
"No! That's not what I meant. I meant I'm not interested in machine-spirits! How could I possibly develop feelings for a machine-spirit?" Francis quickly tried to smooth things over.
"I wasn't talking about you. I actually think your mechanical augmentation looks impressive! And it has a pleasant scent too!"
Hiei Romaslowly recovered, even becoming somewhat awkward. 'I put osmanthus flowers in the lubricant.'
Just when he thought it was resolved, the machine-spirit turned crimson and looked at Francis with utter despair.
"So you just don't like me. What's the point of my existence then?! Forget it! I'll just self-destruct!"
As it spoke, Abyss Howl began to heat up rapidly.
Francis was alarmed when he saw this, and he quickly tried to comfort her. "How could that be! You are my close comrade-in-arms. We have gone through countless life-and-death situations together; how could I not have feelings for you! I'm talking about other machine-spirits. You're different! You're special!"
She is special!
Instantly, the temperature of the entire warship dropped again, and the three of them stared straight at Francis. Their eyes held a mix of fervor, joy, doubt, and many other emotions. He hadn't done anything wrong, so why did he feel inexplicably guilty?
'This is definitely Chaos's doing!'
Just as they were about to question Francis again...
Blu-Blu-Blu-Blu-
Perturabo's ork communication device rang, drawing everyone's attention. Francis felt like he had grasped a lifeline and quickly answered. Perturabo's cheerful voice came through.
"Francis, come quick! At the Primarch war council, Leman Russ and Guilliman are fighting! Throne! Leman Russ, how ruthless! Go Guilliman! Francis taught me that this is the time to use lion steals the peach! Then poke his eye! Oops, how did you poke his nostril! Then dig and dig, excavate all the air from his nose!"
Francis "..."
Perturabo seemed to sense Francis's deafening silence and quickly added a comment. "Hurry up and come here. With those few moves you taught, Guilliman immediately gained the upper hand."
Francis rubbed his face, surprised by Leman Russ's intense reaction, and then he sensed the atmosphere around him.
He turned around and immediately said seriously, "I must attend an emergency council immediately. This matter will affect the future direction of the Imperium."
He flung open the lab door and strode out, his armored boots making a crisp sound as they hit the deck. His white robes billowed behind him, leaving the machine-spirit projection, Hiero, and the Sisters of Silence standing there with puzzled expressions, clearly not yet having processed what happened.
"What's wrong with him?" Hiei Roma asked in a low voice, her gaze following Francis's departing figure through the mask.
"Hmph!" The machine-spirit projection only let out a low hum in response.
Francis ignored what was happening behind him and strode quickly along the corridor of the Imperial Palace.
"That's excellent! I've escaped that desperate situation! Haha~"
Ancient Imperial crests were carved on the magnificent walls, and the light of Terra's sun shone through the windows onto the floor, giving the corridor a golden glow. As he passed a mural, he paused slightly, glanced at the depicted ruins of Terra after Horus's Heresy, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, before continuing on his way.
Finally, he arrived outside the Primarch war council chamber. As soon as he arrived, he heard a loud crash coming from inside, like some heavy object hitting the ground. Then came Leman Russ's deep, furious roar.
"Guilliman, your logic and doctrines will not save the Imperium! Restructuring the Legions will only weaken our strength! It is an insult to the sacrifices of our warriors!"
Immediately following, a calm yet undeniable voice retorted. "Russ, you can't deny reality! The consequences of such a massive army spiraling out of control are unimaginable. We must think about the future of the Imperium, not let emotions cloud our judgment!"
Then there was another loud crash, as if someone had overturned the council table. Francis raised an eyebrow, vaguely hearing Russ's roar.
"The future? The future of the Imperium doesn't depend on your cold, rigid rules, but on the loyalty and sacrifice of our warriors! Guilliman, what do you know?!"
The fight inside intensified, with the faint sounds of Russ's fists colliding with Guilliman's armor and Guilliman's low curses echoing in response.
"Russ, you bastard! Didn't my son suffer any losses? Do you know how many Ultramarines died in this battle? One hundred thousand! A full one hundred thousand! Do you know that?!"
Squeak~
Francis finally pushed open the heavy metal door of the Primarch war council chamber and scanned the entire room.
On one side were Vulkan and Corax, with Vulkan holding the Codex Astartes personally compiled by Guilliman. On the other side were Lion and Dorn. Near the corner were Perturabo, Ferrus, and Magnus, who seemed uninterested in the outcome.
The most conspicuous figures on the ground were Leman Russ and Roboute Guilliman, who were entangled in a grappling mess. Russ's long, golden hair was disheveled. He gripped Guilliman's shoulder armor tightly with one hand, while raising his fist with the other and slamming it down on Guilliman's helmet. Guilliman, not to be outdone, kept digging at Russ's nose!
"Enough! You two!" Sanguinius's voice carried a hint of impatience and pleading. He was draped in golden light, his wings slightly spread, one hand trying to pull Russ away, the other hand blocking Guilliman's fist.
"Russ, calm down!" Sanguinius said firmly. "We are not beasts on the battlefield!"
Russ's response was a low growl. "A beast? Just because I refused to let my sons be separated, you think I'm a beast?!"
Sanguinius turned to look at Guilliman, his brow furrowed. Guilliman struggled to break free from Russ's grip, panting. "Rules and regulations are meant to prevent the next Heresy! Not to drag us into this endless arguing!"
Sanguinius sighed and tried again to separate the two, but despite his great strength, he did not want to hurt his brothers. Just as he was trying to restrain Russ, Russ suddenly stopped and pulled hard, causing Sanguinius to stumble as well.
The floor was in disarray, and the other Primarchs stood around it, each with a different expression.
"Sigh~"
Francis was also incredibly exasperated by this scene. It seems like the arguments will never end until a decision is reached on the matter of Legion restructuring.
"It's truly bitter medicine, like wine going down my throat, it aches in my heart! Glug glug glug~"
As he spoke, Francis took out a green bottle of liquor and drank it. Sure enough, a surge of volatile power welled up in his stomach.
Pfft~~~
Scientific knowledge tells us that certain gases are denser than air, so they tend to sink to the ground first. The three men who were fighting on the ground immediately stood up in distress, their eyes red and tears streaming down their faces.
"Aaaaaaah!"
They all glared menacingly at Francis, who remained oblivious, still deep in thought with his eyes closed.
"Alright! Now, let's discuss how to restructure the Legions. How to restructure? Who restructures? Who commands afterward?"
[End of Chapter]
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