Chapter 217 Boy, feel the power of Catachan!
Unlike Hogg's side who were feasting and eating, the responsible Guilliman was responsible for the post-production work of the Perfect City.

As Papa Smurf with full political points, Guilliman took only a few days to process the entire personnel list, shooting those who should be shot and deporting those who should be deported.

Anyone who sees this kind of work efficiency will have to say that he is worthy of being called an Excel boy.

After finishing the last list, Guilliman slumped in his chair and thought about his experiences during this period:

“Are we really doing this right?”

However, at this moment no one could answer his question. In the empty room, he was the only one thinking alone.

What Guilliman was thinking about was not the fate of those who had been corrupted. He had once searched for Angron with Hogg and had long known the dangers of Chaos. After all, he had even fought against Angron's demonic incarnation!
Guilliman still thought that simply shooting and burning these people who were beyond saving was too conservative. If he were to do it, he would have blown up the planet long ago.

But this journey to the perfect city made him wonder, "Is everything these warriors do meaningful?"

When Guilliman was found by the Emperor, the old man gave him a grand goal. The Great Crusade, a feat of prosperity for mankind, was the driving force for all legions to move forward.

But when the Great Crusade had begun to bear fruit, Guilliman discovered that the humans behind them had become so mediocre and were gradually unable to keep up with the pace of progress.

Guilliman, who had always believed in the truth of the Empire, couldn't believe that his brother would be obsessed with religion, and none of the humans here dared to question it.

During the Beast War, Guilliman, who was supporting Terra, once saw the giant dog head in the Webway. This destructive power left a shadow in his heart.

When he thought about how such a powerful Warp entity could be shaped by faith, and knowing that humans were a blindly obedient race, Guilliman felt that the Empire would be doomed sooner or later.

However, such a powerful evil god was beaten by his own father, which made Guilliman wonder, "What the hell is the Emperor?"

Guilliman was shocked by such a disrespectful thought. The image of Hogg being beaten by the Emperor appeared in his mind, and he shuddered.

He quickly shook the thought out of his mind. He knew very well that he did not have as good a physique as Hogg. If he imitated Hogg, he would be courting death.

Just as Guilliman was thinking, an innate wave emerged around him, but when this power was about to be revealed to the world, it was strangled in the cradle by the powerful will of its master.

Guilliman, who noticed the paper dancing, was still curious as to why there was wind in the battleship's cabin when he didn't turn on the ventilation!
If any psychic who has received a normal education were here, they would be amazed at the powerful psychic fluctuations just now, and would question their lives because of the sudden disappearance of the ripples.

But Guilliman is Guilliman. Even though he is essentially the core of the Demigod of the Warp, he has used his unbreakable values ​​to shape himself into a psychic Muggle.

After stretching his body, Guilliman felt hungry. He decided to go to the Blacklight to have a meal and see how the imprisoned Lorgar was doing. He was afraid that the unreliable Hogg would starve his brother to death.

When they heard that their father was going to eat for free, the seemingly steady Extreme Warriors suddenly changed their behavior and signed up to go with him. They had heard about the fame of the Blacklight's cafeteria and wanted to see it for themselves.

Just like that, half a company of Ultramarines followed their father onto the transport boat and dived into the Blacklight.

As the transport hatch opened, Guilliman stepped into Hogg's flagship for the second time, but this time, he found that the interior of the battleship had completely changed.

A team of mortal auxiliary soldiers on guard were eating. When they saw the noble Primarch coming, they quickly put down their cutlery and went to greet him.

Because each Queen of Glory-class battleship is very large, it is very difficult for outsiders who are not familiar with the internal structure to find the right place, so the soldiers standing guard at the hatch are usually responsible for the work of guiding them.

However, due to the sparse population on the Black Light, and the presence of living machine spirits like Saintlyena, people who come in will generally receive a location information board, allowing them to go on their own. But rules are dead, people are alive, and when their own Primarch's brothers come, the soldiers must go to receive them.

But Guilliman, who was curious, waved his hand, took the information board, and said to the soldier on duty:
"Just take care of your own business. This information board is enough for us. We will find Hogg. Are you still worried that I'll get lost?"

The Extreme Marines, who smelled the fragrance of the food, could not wait to eat it, and when they heard what their father said, they hurriedly surrounded the Primarch and left the post without even giving the sentry a chance to explain.

Looking at the Primarch and his group who had already walked away, the commander of the Black Watch wanted to run forward, but his adjutant pulled him back and said:
"Master Thrall, don't go. He is the Primarch, so how could he not find the way? Besides, aren't there hints on the message board? Let's just eat our meal."

Thinking that what his adjutant said made sense, Thrall stopped and returned to the outpost to happily show off his meal. He only reported to his superiors that a Primarch had arrived.

However, if this group of Extreme Warriors followed the prescribed route, they would soon reach their destination, but as they had never seen anything new, they were attracted by the interior decoration of the Blacklight.

Looking at the huge green plant in front of him, Guilliman discovered that although Hogg was a bit of a fool, he still had good taste, and the interior decoration of the Blacklight was very much to his liking.

With the idea of ​​getting one himself, Guilliman reached out his hand eagerly, and seeing that his father was very interested in the green plants, the surrounding Ultramarines also began to explore.

However, they did not realize that the small animals that usually infested their own ships were not even a single one on the Black Light.

Even more unfortunate was that they were so focused on studying the green plants that they did not notice the red warning icon that appeared on the information board, and their actions triggered the first line of defense on the Blacklight.

The green plants that were stroked up and down opened their eyes hidden in their stems and looked at the group of restless blue cans with a predatory gaze.

The Extreme Warriors, who noticed something was wrong, had no time to draw their swords before these beautiful-looking green plants attacked them.

The first to be hit was the biggest Guilliman, and he was very unlucky to be touching the biggest green plant.

Countless green vines blocked the entire space like a spider web, and the tiny barbs on them scratched the power armor, making a teeth-grinding metallic scratching sound.

The flower bud that originally emitted fragrance turned into a ferocious big mouth and bit into Guilliman's head, and then it was smashed into pieces by Guilliman's iron fist.

The Extreme Warriors who reacted finally had the chance to draw their weapons. The roar of the chainsaws rang out in the corridor, tearing apart the attacking vines.

But these plants were the famous blood-thirsty vines on Catachan, and when they saw their prey dared to resist, an extremely sticky liquid was ejected.

Since they came here to eat for free, this group of canned goods did not carry many weapons. They only symbolically took melee weapons and had no long-range means at all.

The Space Marines that were hit were quickly fixed in place. Even Guilliman was unable to dodge and could only watch his offspring being submerged by the sea of ​​vines.

Guilliman, who was only wearing a piece of cloth, was no match for the four hands with his two fists, and was soon tied up by vines and hung in mid-air.

A few restless vines, fortunately not dead, penetrated deeper into the clothes through the gaps, frightening Guilliman so much that he could only press his legs together to prevent himself from getting hurt, and shouted:

"Quack! Hogg, what the hell is this thing you have? Come and save me!"

(End of this chapter)