Chapter 712 I am Batman, I am Batman, I am the Dark Knight Guilliman
He traveled through time and space and happened to meet the Grand Duke of the Federation. He practiced both magic and martial arts and was invincible. No matter how hard he tried, he could not defeat him.

Hogg had already thought about how to tell the story when he went back. He must portray Sera as a peerless strong woman as powerful as the emperor. Only in this way could his experience of being pinned to the ground and beaten like a stupid dog make sense.

"I am such a genius O.0"

"He's just a stupid dog! Russ, did you hear that? It was like that when he and I met the Old Saints. He was studying the Eldar gods with the Old Saints, and he was the one being studied. How could I not know that? So I'm not a fucking cat boy at all, you have to believe me!"

In the Geographical Research Institute, Guilliman was drinking soda and watching TV, commenting from time to time, which made Ruston feel that he was too nagging and deserved to be called a cat-fuck boy.

But Russ is a decent man after all, and he will be perfunctory when necessary. Among the Primarchs, no one is better at playing dumb than him, no one!
"Ah, yes, yes, you are not some fucking cat boy, we all know that, but ask other people if they believe it? Come on, my brother, there is a statue of you in front of the temple in the capital of the Eldar. With the long lifespan of the Eldar, maybe you have been prayed for millions of years, don't you think?

The great ancient, the close friend of the ancient saints, the ancestor of the strong-brained cats, the most magical cat in history, the incomparable, extremely wise, and the cat Lord Liman who is deeply loved by the vast galaxy.

Tsk~"

Guilliman shut up, he couldn't say anything, he looked up, after three years, the originally lifeless laboratory had changed drastically, not only had the space been expanded, but many seats had been installed, there were even a few beverage machines in the corner for ordering, it had become a lounge.

Ever since the two unfortunate Primarchs were stuffed into the Government Affairs Council, Guilliman felt that his life was worth it. There were no complicated government affairs that could drive people crazy, nor any so-called conspiracies or intrigues.

After all, Curze and Corax, two of the two imperial quintuplets, are not kind people. If you dare to fool the regent, you will be beheaded the next day.
Guilliman only needs to be like an old farmer in Barbarus, taking turns with Russ to supervise. He can inspect and handle difficult and complicated cases every month, and then he can have a good rest, and by the way, he can have time to do what he likes.

Lady Euton's educational level is world-renowned, and coupled with the teachings of Archon Konor, Guilliman was shaped into a true king.

In the past, Guilliman always believed that the greater the power, the greater the responsibility, but after a heartbreaking betrayal, he now thinks that this is all bullshit and that he must live comfortably.

Thanks to the departure of Hogg and Old Man Huang, the Empire can be said to be thriving in the past three years. As the expedition commander, Jonson has made steady progress, and with the assistance of Horus and Ferrus as staff officers, the expedition has recaptured new worlds every day.

It can be said that Guilliman has nothing to worry about in terms of the Empire's military operations, and what is more gratifying is the infrastructure.

The Dark Side Crusade was not as urgent as the Great Crusade. With the Black Watch, a group of cloaked cockroaches, doing logistical maintenance, basically 80% of the problems were solved. Sometimes Guilliman wondered where these dwarfs got so many supplies from. Could it be that they were randomly refreshed in the Warp?
Guilliman didn't understand, but he decided to give up thinking about it. After all, this thing was just like the running of a program. Don't go into every step in detail. As long as the program can be preserved, everything will be fine.

However, there are pros and cons. In order to ensure sufficient supplies, the entire southern border of the empire was under complete martial law. Except for necessary merchant ships, all ships were requisitioned by Black Watch to ensure the allocation of supplies to the soldiers on the front line.

Along with the merchant ships were the Iron Warriors and the Imperial Fists, who suddenly had a large amount of disposable materials. Whenever a Black Watch merchant ship arrived, you could always see these two legions working on the construction site, and this was also what gave Guilliman the most headache.

After all, he really couldn't understand why the first thing built on the construction site was the Colosseum. Did you, a bunch of lazy guys, work on the construction site during the day and engage in passionate fights in the Colosseum at night?
The front line is advancing steadily and construction in the rear is progressing slowly. In Guilliman's view, this is the safest recovery operation. As long as the lost humans are given hope of survival, these worlds will soon be able to resume production with the help of the stargate.

Thinking of this, Guilliman turned his head and looked at Dorn who had been lying beside him for three whole years. Thanks to the Seventh Brother, otherwise they would not have been able to closely monitor Hogg's every move on Terra.

But according to Curze, because Dorn acted as a antenna, Perturabo has been bullying the weak and seizing the project by relying on his status as the Primarch. He has completely suppressed the Imperial Fists and has become a black-hearted contractor known far and wide in the dark side of the Empire. I hope that when Dorn wakes up, he won't fight his fourth brother because of this.

However, these are all minor matters. As long as Jonson keeps winning, everything will be fine.

The Emperor seized the window period ten thousand years ago but failed. This time the window period cannot be missed. The Primarchs did not set such grand goals. They only wanted to regain lost territory. Only by swallowing this piece of fat completely can they have the strength to move towards the farther starry sky.

Seeing that there were no special programs on TV and Hogg had started to sleep in, Guilliman decided to complete his daily routine.

"Ruth, are you going to go today or am I going to go?"

"Go ahead. I killed 783 people last month. My legs are almost lame from running. Only a month has passed. I guess there isn't that much garbage to deal with. Your method is relatively gentle, which is just right for giving them a reminder."

Guilliman nodded, left the sofa and walked to the side, and by the way called a team of dog-headed guards who were watching the show.

Including the Primarch Guilliman, a total of 101 big guys lined up and did not walk far, but went directly into the single room next to the lounge.

As the door opened, a huge space came into view. The most eye-catching thing was the neatly stacked black armor and the somewhat ridiculous helmet with pointed ears.

Without any instructions, the Dog-Headed Guards took off their casual clothes with ease, and with the help of automatic robotic arms, each of them put on a set of power armor.

Even though he had worn it many times, Guilliman still felt helpless about Hogg's taste, but he did not refuse, and walked towards a tall set of armor that matched his body shape.

As the subatomic reactor was ignited, this five-meter-tall steel monster was draped over Guilliman, and with the mysteriously awe-inspiring black and red paint, it gave people the illusion of a final boss.

Seeing that the 100 dog-headed guards had finished dressing and were staring at him blankly, Guilliman sighed and put on his heavy helmet decorated with two pointed bat ears:

"I Am Batman!"

"Hail, Lord of the Night!"

After talking about it so many times, he no longer felt ashamed, and Guilliman even had a strange pleasure, feeling that with this armor camouflage, he was a dark knight who acted bravely and used fear to warn the world.

"No wonder Hogg likes to show off. It turns out it feels so good. Goodbye my weakness. From now on, I am Batman Guilliman."

Through the helmet, a voice like that of a terminal throat cancer was uttered by Guilliman: "Remember, little ones, we are messengers of justice, we are dark knights, everything is for justice, right now there is a group of scum who are being dishonorable during the Imperial Expedition, even I dare not be so greedy, they have already deserved their death.

So our mission this time is to clean up the insects and not leave any alive. If there is one person with a problem, kill one. If there are two people with a problem, kill both. If anyone dares to resist, make them regret coming into this world.

My brother was too merciful. It took him a month to clear out more than 700 insects. In a while, each of you will lead a ship, and an intelligence officer from the Alpha Legion will hand over to you. The Eldar navigator from the Black Watch will also help you navigate the webway.

After reaching the target point, I allow you to do whatever you want, including but not limited to using the Extermination Order and other means. Remember to do things quickly and efficiently. If it really doesn't work, you can also call on the Burning Legion of Blackwatch to act as a scapegoat. Let's go!"

"Hey ha! I'm worthy of the Regent's cultivation."

"All for the Empire."

Following an order, a full 100 Dark Knights set out from Holy Terra and, with the assistance of Afa intelligence agents, headed towards their mission target.

As for Guilliman, his destination was not far away, just next to the Solar Segmentum, a hive world called Carlos McConnell. This world was very close to the World Eaters' newest homeworld Necromunda, and was said to have suffered from Chaos corruption.

Guilliman didn't like this name. To be on the safe side, he did not act alone, but instead found two more famous and capable guys among his own Ultramarines. Calgar said their names seemed to be Titus and Ramkaido.

According to the plan, the two of them would meet up with him when there was still half a mile of Terra left. Seeing that there was no one around, Guilliman decided to go outside to buy some snacks.

"What did Hogg say? It sounded like some small gift to enhance parent-child bonding."

The research institute is located in an underground nest beneath the imperial palace. No one knows how big its area is. After tens of thousands of years of construction, it has become a veritable underground city. Even the cat people who have lived here for ten thousand years do not know clearly.

Speaking of cat-people, Guilliman thought of his second brother Roland. What's more coincidental is that cat-people also first appeared from the planet called Carlos.

His thoughts gradually became scattered. This was how Guilliman was. He always thought too much, so much so that other Primarchs complained about him, causing them to be unwilling to take him with them when they boarded the ship. However, Guilliman felt that it was better to think more, as at least he was fully prepared.

Since he returned early, he had actually been in contact with the Second Legion for a long time, and he also knew this Imperial Warmaster who had preceded Horus.

The Second Legion was once at its peak and was as powerful as the Dark Angels. However, due to a vicious incident with far-reaching consequences, this legion was completely forgotten in the middle and late stages of the Great Crusade.

Everyone underwent amnesiac surgery, including the Primarch who was present at the time. Guilliman only remembered that after the accident, the Second Legion was completely expelled from the rank, and those Second Legion soldiers who still had some value were absorbed into the Ultramarines and the Imperial Fists.

Their second brother was imprisoned in this dark underground city.

"I don't know what the second brother did that angered the heaven and the people. He can't be more blasphemous than Hogg, right?"

It would have been better if he hadn't thought about it, but once he compared Roland's cautious appearance with Hogg, Guilliman couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"How could you scare yourself? I'm not talking about you. Give me one of this and one of this."

Looking at the giant tin can in front of her that was talking to itself, the cat-man vendor shook her tail helplessly, but this did not stop her from packing up the candy and giving the change to Lord Guilliman, who was unwilling to reveal his true identity:

"Your Highness, are you going on a long journey?"

"Of course, I'm going to your hometown Kalos. No, I'm not Guilliman, I'm Hogg! Look at my armor, can't you tell that I'm the Dark Knight Batman?"

In order to make his words more convincing, Guilliman also made Hogg's signature silly laugh, but he stopped laughing because he saw that the cat-man merchant was looking at him as if he was a fool.

"..."

"Boer."

A slightly amusing voice was heard, and as the helmet was taken off, Guilliman revealed his true face and asked the merchant:

"My disguise is so sophisticated that even if you pull Hogg over, you can't tell me apart. How did you recognize me?"

"Sir, you are joking!" The vendor pointed at himself, then pointed at the lollipop he bought, and explained in a very affirmative tone:

"First, I am a father of four, the patriarch of a large family, and I have lived a long time, long enough that I have participated in the Great Crusade and fought with the Space Wolves.

I am not saying this to prove that I have rich experience, I just want to make one thing clear: I am a sub-human with normal IQ.

Besides, the height of us cat people is basically no more than 2.2 meters. You can insult my intelligence, but please don't insult my eyes. Everyone in the empire knows that His Highness Hogg is the shortest Primarch. If you are 2.2 meters tall, then I am 5.34 meters tall, right? "

Guilliman felt a little embarrassed. If the armor was not strong enough, he could have dug two big holes in the ground with his toes.

"Secondly." The vendor took a candy from the stall, unwrapped it, put it into his mouth, and said in a vague tone:

"This candy uses an ancient recipe. Do you see the plant debris on it? This thing is called cat man grass, a precious plant cultivated by our cat ancestors. It is basically very attractive to all cats.

Since we were reborn, you are the only one among all the Primarchs who likes to eat this. Yesterday you bought a whole kilogram from me. Your Highness the Regent, please don't do this. It makes me feel that the entire empire is a makeshift team.

"..."

Guilliman had nothing to say and immediately put on his helmet, his toes already spinning wildly in his boots. But even so, he could still feel the merchant's slightly mocking gaze penetrating his helmet. Just when he was extremely conflicted, two figures broke the awkward silence.

"Father, we are here! But why are you wearing Lord Hogg's clothes?"

"Shut up! I'm not Guilliman, I'm Hogger."

"You two, go in and change your clothes, wait!"

Halfway through his speech, Guilliman suddenly felt something was wrong. The two heirs in front of him looked strange. In order to prove his guess, Guilliman squatted down and approached Titus and Kaido to observe them carefully.

"Did you find anything, father?"

Watching his father's strange behavior, especially the scarlet electric light that flashed from time to time on his tactical eyepiece, Titus suddenly felt nauseous. It was obvious that this was the result of being scanned by high-purity psionic energy.

The same thing happened to Kaido next to him. An intense feeling of nausea from his soul made him want to dry heave, but he was quickly overcome by his own strong willpower.

However, compared with his offspring, Guilliman was more surprised. At the cost of consuming a psionic crystal, he discovered that Titus and Kaido were like the colorful lights in front of a massage parlor, with rays of light flashing on their bodies.

"First, there was the golden light that symbolized the Emperor, and then there was the red light of the Kobolds, a little blue, a little green, and even a little purple. Especially Titus, the red light on his body was so red that it was almost black, and it merged with the golden light to form a strange dark gold color."

Guilliman was no longer the psychic Muggle he once was. If given time, he could bombard the entire planet with his powerful psychic power, so he could tell at a glance what these spiritual lights represented.

According to Hogg, blessings are given to different people. Not everyone who wants to surrender to chaos can attract the attention of the evil god. Usually, it is the big demons under his command, or lower-level demons, who do the corruption.

Only those heroes who are the most powerful, the most domineering, and the most capable of doing something earth-shattering can receive the personal attention of the evil god. Ordinary people cannot even get this treatment.

Take Slaanesh, who was often teased by the Primarchs as an example. The power of this evil god is not lust or evil, but his infinite craving for extreme desires. It's just that because of Hogg, this craving was satisfied, causing his power to be distorted.

But even so, it is not easy to obtain the blessing of Slaanesh. Guilliman knew that there was once a planetary governor who, with his mortal body, drained dry six Slaanesh daemons, causing the entire planet to be dragged into the warp.

With Guilliman's imagination, he couldn't imagine how this was done, but according to Hogg, he had once chatted with this Everchosen One, and he was a very nice person.

Just based on the blessings of Titus and Kaido, Guilliman had no doubt that as long as they threw themselves into the embrace of Chaos, they would become the true Eternal Chosen. Except for Hogg, he had never seen anyone with so many colors on his body.

"Father, are you okay?"

“I’ve never felt better.

You two are indeed the new generation of the Legion. With your impressive resumes, I think you are more suitable for the position of Legion Commander than me. Why didn't that Kobold bless me? Am I a loser?"

Along with Guilliman's voice, two bags of candies wrapped in oil paper were placed in the hands of Titus and Kaido, signaling them to act quickly.

Although they didn't understand what their father was saying, a bag of candy made the two battle-hardened Ultramarines extremely excited. After all, this was something given to them by the Primarch himself, which meant that they were their father's proudest children.

Happiness is flowing in their veins. The two strong men under the helmets are already grinning from ear to ear. They can't suppress the smile on their lips. They are as happy as little kids.

Even through the helmet, Guilliman could still feel the excitement of the two sons, which made him think that this kind of reward could be promoted in the future, such as having lunch with the Primarch, distributing rice, flour and oil on holidays and the like.

But just as the two Ultramarines entered the research institute and Guilliman was about to wait here for a while, the cat vendor who had sold him candy suddenly said:
"Your Highness, Carlos is not a good place to be. Just let it fend for itself. No chaos can corrupt this world."

Guilliman frowned at the sudden voice. Although he did not like red tape, he was still annoyed by such an offense:
"If you have something to say, just say it. I understand that you are a meritorious person who participated in the Great Crusade, and I will not pursue your offense, but you need to explain to me why."

Wearing the jet-black armor, Guilliman's voice had an inexplicable pressure, and his scarlet eyes could inspire fear in anyone who looked at them. However, this ordinary little vendor did not panic at all. Instead, he stared at the demigod in front of him with his slender cat eyes.

"Because Kalos is a tragedy, a place where gods fell that should have been forgotten. You all have forgotten it, but I still remember it. I remember the promise that the golden sun made, the blood that stained the land on Kalos, the betrayal of the second son of God to his mother, and that we are the orthodox human race.

I should have forgotten this tragedy, but she reappeared."

(End of this chapter)