Chapter 605

Sanguinius walked out of the door like a figure shrouded in radiance; he shook his wings slightly so that the feathers on his wings would not be rubbed off by the door frame.

This gene-primarch heard the little joke about the clone Fulgrim, but did not show any reaction like when he was talking to Zhou Yun, just calmly glanced at Fulgrim.

"Are you hoping to use such a joke to make us seem very close?" Sanguinius opened his mouth to ask softly.

The slightly playful smile on Fulgrim's mouth immediately dropped.

"Chemos is a world with extremely weak anti-risk ability; the common people on it walk on dangerous tightropes, and any waste of resources, any tiny mistake, could lead to the collapse of the entire community."

"That planet shaped you, just as Macragge left ambitious traces on Guilliman, and Caliban left beastly traces on the Lion; the trace Chemos left on you is insecurity."

"You chase perfection for this reason, and your little witty remark just now is also for this reason; you try to use this method to judge the relationship between us, making us seem close, in order to obtain a sense of security."

Sanguinius's voice was clear and calm, as if it were said to Fulgrim, and also as if it were said to Fulgrim and the Sol and Alkenex behind Fulgrim.

Fulgrim showed an uninteresting expression, looking to the side with his eyes slanted, but no other *Anywhere Door* appeared.

"Is the Lion still out hunting?" Fulgrim asked with his eyebrows raised.

"The Lion is still out hunting." Sanguinius nodded with a smile to confirm.

"The Lion is still out hunting!" Guilliman sighed, rubbing his eyebrows and saying.

The Lion is probably the one among all the Primarchs who is living the most smoothly and satisfactorily.

He spends his days shuttling through the galaxy with his *Forgiven*, saving those worlds invaded by Chaos or aliens, and by the way, finding some Dark Angels who were scattered in various places in the galaxy during the Fall of Caliban; he is even too lazy to go back and manage his own chapter.

Guilliman could only smile bitterly at this.

On one hand, he was satisfied that the Lion did not intervene in the politics of the Empire; on the other hand, he was somewhat eager for a brother to share the work for him.

Dante had already reached his limit in bearing half of the Empire's government affairs; if he added a little more, he was afraid he would jump down from the Fortress of Angels.

Yvraine was still slightly immature in handling government affairs; she could be a good secretary but could not stand alone.

That demon with a mischievous sense of humor, the Changeling, was a genius in handling government affairs, but always deliberately caused trouble, making Guilliman have to spend effort to distinguish it.

After thinking about it, he still had to let one of his brothers take on the government affairs...

The Lion was definitely not okay, and Sanguinius was not easy to trick...

Guilliman glanced at Fulgrim.

Fulgrim had not realized that Guilliman was already eyeing him and was still talking to Sanguinius.

"Then what about Zhou Yun? Is he not coming either?" Fulgrim asked; to be honest, he had not seen Zhou Yun for some days.

"He has long known every word we are about to say, every matter, every decision we make, even before we ourselves know these things."

Sanguinius said softly:

"Do not influence him with these repetitive things; a critical moment is getting closer and closer, and he needs to maintain emotional stability."

Repetitive things, a critical moment, mental stability...

Listening to these words, Sol showed a confused expression, not understanding the meaning of these words.

He could see that Fulgrim was actually also somewhat half-understanding, and even Guilliman did not seem to fully understand.

But in the end, the three Primarchs did not discuss what specifically happened to Saint Doraemon, and Sol could only press his confusion into the bottom of his heart.

"Sit." Guilliman reached out and signaled the two Primarchs to sit in front of his desk; their war council was much simpler than Sol had imagined.

There was no dedicated conference room, no complex rituals, and no cumbersome banquets, just an exchange held in this simple office.

Guilliman did not even prepare chairs in advance, looking very much like he was going to let the two Primarchs move chairs over to sit by themselves.

Sol and Alkenex were not so lacking in observation; Sanguinius did not bring guards, so naturally, the two of them had to do this kind of trivial work.

Even when speaking just now, Guilliman did not stop working; after Sanguinius and Fulgrim were seated, he quickly raised his head from the documents, reached out a finger to rub his temples, and the other hand quickly reached toward the folder beside him.

But Guilliman's movement hesitated for a very short moment, as if he were pondering where the document he was looking for was.

This was, of course, extremely normal for mortals, but for Primarchs, this was simply too inconsistent with the function of their superhuman brains.

Their brains were shaped by the Emperor's biological alchemy, and their thinking was so swift that it even exceeded the limits allowed by the material universe, reaching a supernatural realm.

Any hesitation, stutter, or doubt was hard to imagine for the extraordinary brain of a Primarch.

Even, at the moment Guilliman hesitated, Fulgrim had already identified the document Guilliman wanted to take and placed it in front of Guilliman.

"You are too tired, brother."

Fulgrim said in a deliberately serious tone, making people unable to tell whether he was caring about Guilliman, mocking Guilliman, or both:

"You could completely share this work with others."

"... Many jobs only I can do." Guilliman divided the documents in his hand into three parts, keeping one for himself and sending two separately to Sanguinius and Fulgrim.

"That's why I sometimes hate you; you think too highly of yourself." Fulgrim's upper lip curled slightly and said: "Father doesn't only have you as a loyal son."