Outside the castle, the guard of honor continued to play hymns, and the ocean of red and blue flowed slowly.
Magnus was delighted.
Both teaching and seeking knowledge are virtues. The former uses itself as a guide to lead the latter in their pursuit of hope.
The sun has always existed and burned brightly. As someone who has witnessed the light, Magnus has vowed countless times to lead mankind out of the cave of ignorance.
Human beings deserve to live under the sunshine, not in the long and dark old world.
But the wise are always lonely, and even among his brothers, few can truly understand Magnus's passion.
Superstitious barbarians, stubborn arrogant people, dull ignorant people.
Perhaps the latter can still be saved. After all, not everyone is born with sharp eyes that can observe and understand the magical subspace.
So Magnus answered Guilliman's questions with kindness, understanding and patience.
The two Primarchs were slowly marching through the crowd in a procession of honor, surrounded by their offspring. The weather was fine and the sun shone brightly on their exquisite armor.
Generally speaking, the Scarlet Lord Magnus would not have too much dealings with Robert Guilliman.
Except for the wise Khan, or the omniscient Perturabo, Magnus has always kept a deliberate distance from his brothers. They do not understand the world that Magnus sees, and they lack some flashes of psychic power.
Yes, Magnus was a unique being. Among his brothers, he was the only one who possessed psychic power. His father had personally promised him of his uniqueness. He was unique.
Perhaps the angel Sanguinius also knew a little about the use of psychic energy, but that was only a superficial exploration. Sanguinius lacked the necessary curiosity, and the lack of motivation made it difficult for him to go deeper.
At all times, a burning desire for knowledge is obviously necessary and essential.
Magnus will not deny the humble and measured seekers of knowledge, for it is their right to acquire knowledge.
Magnus would not refuse—
Even Guilliman, who had absolutely no psychic flashes at all.
The understanding of psychic power requires passion, imagination, and intellectual richness, but Robert Guilliman is the exact opposite of these qualities.
Guilliman, the father of the Ultramarines and Lord of Five Hundred Worlds, lacks certain necessary sensibility. He is a politician, a man who fights wars with tables. Such a person is naturally not suitable for the warp.
Even though Guilliman was his brother, Magnus could only sigh helplessly, knowing that they were destined to be strangers.
But on the way to the banquet, Guilliman stopped Magnus with his politician's smile. Just when Magnus thought Guilliman was going to talk about some meaningless nonsense, Guilliman instead consulted him about psychic matters.
It should be stated in advance that Magnus does not approve of Guilliman's daily style. Guilliman is an ambitious guy. While other legions are bleeding for the Empire, he has invested himself and the power of the legion into the construction of the Five Hundred Worlds. This is an arrogance that is difficult to ignore.
He was naturally unwilling to talk to politicians. Even though the Lord of Macragge was well-read, Magnus did not believe that a man who fought wars with an abacus could read much passion from books.
But Guilliman asked him about psychic power, and his well-placed questions were like a snake spitting out its core towards Magnus, hissing and making the Scarlet Lord itch.
"My brother, Magnus, you are the one who knows the Warp best among us. I wonder if you would be interested in answering some of my questions?"
Sometimes, the desire to teach is more unbearable than the desire to learn.
It sounds like his brother wants to make some reforms to the think tank of the Ultramarines, but the Lord of Macragge knows nothing about the Warp. He needs knowledge and a teacher who can answer his questions.
And who better to know about psionics and the Warp than Magnus the Red Lord
Unless it was their father, he would not have found anyone better than Magnus.
It was the right decision to attend the banquet. After walking through the long guard of honor, they could sit in the spacious hall and continue their conversation. Even if Guilliman had no talent, Magnus was willing to show him the beauty of psychic power.
Seeing the two Primarchs talking happily, Ahriman, who was following Magnus, breathed a sigh of relief imperceptibly, and he didn't even know why he did so.
In fact, before the departure of this banquet, his guardian elves seemed a little anxious. Peoc's originally shining wings became dim, and Hathormat shrank into a corner of the cabin, shivering.
Under the leadership of the Scarlet Lord Magnus, the Thousand Sons who are familiar with psychic energy can have their own guardian spirits. These small creatures are made entirely of psychic energy. Ahriman once thought that they were angels.
His little angels appeared when Ahriman needed them, like schools of fish in the sky, emitting sparkling light, like eagles carved out of several small suns.
Later, in the discussion among scholars, the word "angel", which has special religious meaning, was eliminated, and only ignorant people would use words like "angel" or "devil".
Even if they are not angels, they are beautiful enough.
But now his guardian spirit began to get anxious. Ahriman knew what this meant, a bad luck, a failure. What did his guardian spirit want to remind him of
No matter what, he will be cautious about everything that might happen at the banquet next.
Ahriman was clearly more worried than his father.
Something was going to happen and he had no idea about it.
The servant bowed, the door slowly opened, and the two primarchs walked through the door. At this point, all the guests for the banquet had arrived.
Hades put down his fork skillfully, stood up and saluted, but when he saw the visitor, the corner of his right eye twitched violently.
The first to come in was Robouti Guilliman, Lord of Macragge and father of the XIII Legion's Ultramarines.
The luxurious royal blue silk sparkled in the firelight, and his short golden hair was decorated with a wreath of emerald olive leaves. Guilliman was smiling, a smile without any flaws. He looked like a wise monarch from ancient times, or the non-existent idealist on the campaign posters.
But most importantly, he seems like a perfectly normal guy.
One, a normal person.
Hades would never admit that he briefly cursed in his heart why he didn't land in Macragge.
Then Roboute Guilliman smiled and turned back. The person behind him was -
Magnus!
Hades paused for a few seconds, and during these few seconds, he seemed to have seen thousands of tragic fates.
He slowly and desperately realized that today's banquet seemed to be a mistake.
Hades's gaze moved, watching the still ignorant angel pull up Mortarion and go to welcome his two brothers.
It seems that the only good news is that if they come to a fight, the angels will be able to restrain everyone by force.
Yes, code.
(End of this chapter)