Ultramar! New Empire!

Distant! Rich! Free! Hope! Solidarity! Perseverance!

Come to Ultramar, come to the new frontier of the galaxy, and come share the future with us.

Build your new life in Calth, settle in Octavia, enjoy the air and forests of Ulysses, and those who contribute the most will receive a seat on Macragge, with the Primarchs and Ashtar

Terbin, and your bloodline will be honored to be a candidate for the Emperor's Angels.

New world, new destiny!

Everything is your choice.

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【……】

【Guilliman.】

[Have you ever thought that as a promotional poster to encourage immigration, it seems a little...inappropriate?]

"This model of immigration propaganda posters has been distributed throughout the empire for at least thirty Terran standard years. There has been no official feedback from the empire on its evil deeds. So...is there anything that does not comply with the rules?"

【...Forget it, just pretend I didn't say it.】

The Spider Queen's eyes swept over those somewhat disloyal but quite appropriate words, and she saw Macragge printed on immigration posters and leaflets: green continent, fertile ocean, sweet air, it is true

It is worthy of the [New World] imagined by most people.

Underneath this rather wonderful picture of heaven are simple poems written by the propagandists supported by the Lord of Macragge: judging from the talent and aesthetics of the Primarch, these hymns that are not gorgeous enough are indeed

They can be called simple, but they are definitely specially processed and can accurately capture the weak points of ordinary people's hearts. In front of their targets, vulgar language is precisely more important. Anyway, these leaflets are not destined for ordinary people.

Spero and Macragge's Great Library.

Morgan curled her lips and opened another leaflet, which clearly showed a few undeveloped worlds with few traces of civilization, but also highlighted recommended places to live. Then, she saw a string of small words.

[Would you still distribute such leaflets to the Imperial Auxiliary Army?]

"Yes, veterans of the Auxiliary Army who are willing to settle in Ultramar, no matter which army he served in, will be accepted as long as they can provide the corresponding documents, honorary ribbons, and official seals in the service record book.

Ultramar was welcomed and given a plot of land divided according to his years of service."

【land?】

"Yes, land. For every eighteen military years with recognition and official seal, you can get twenty acres of land on the colonial world of Cowes. Those lands located by the river have fertile black alluvial soil, which can produce these

Veterans can enjoy their wealth in their old age, and the only thing they need to pay for it is hard work."

[It’s a good idea, but if my guess is correct: Veterans like this are rarely able to adapt to rural life. They would rather exchange land for wealth, and then go to more prosperous civilized worlds, or simply work in wealth management

Falling into poverty through bad deeds, after all, you cannot expect a professional soldier who has served for more than ten years or more to become an expert in agriculture before he starves himself to death.]

"...There are indeed many such examples. Morgan, how do you know?"

[Familiar with Roman history, Guilliman, this is not difficult: I think you know the disadvantages of this system, and you should be glad that you are more like Sulla, Caesar and Augustus than Cicero or Pompey

With little Cato.】

"There is something wrong with your words, my dear blood relative: I don't want to be August, nor do I want to be my father sitting in the Temple of Concordia. My idol is Cincinnatus, yes, Cincinnatus in every sense of the word.

Tusi.”

"As for this system: of course it has some problems, but what you pointed out is not the main problem. Any system related to land has only one destiny, that is, the land will be divided sooner or later, and all the ideas surrounding the land

and advocacy will turn into ridiculous castles in the air."

"The Roman land system was killed by the waves of the Rhine and Tigris, and then transformed into other bad news, but the same fate will not befall me for a while. After so many years, the land I have distributed is not enough.

In order for Cowes to be completely reclaimed, I have to think of more ways, such as asking the administrative department to waive the travel expenses of Cowes pioneers."

The Lord of Macragge was talking eloquently. Although he mentioned a sad topic, his face was relaxed and even a little joyful: obviously, discussing these meaningful topics with a blood relative was the best choice for him.

The novel experience that I have never had before is enough to dilute the troubles caused by the problem itself.

Morgan paused the topic with a soft hum that symbolized goodwill, and once again turned his attention to those dazzling promotional posters and manuals. The Lord of the Second Legion regarded these things as something that could be learned.

Skills, she believed that her Avalon would be useful to them sooner or later.

Opposite her, just across a long table from her, Guilliman was sitting in front of his meditator, dealing with some temporary emergencies: temporary and urgent, these two words are like the same.

For lovers who are always quarreling, it will appear suddenly but naturally everywhere.

He processed it quickly, more ruthlessly and efficiently than any precision instrument Morgan had ever seen, but yet much more primitive than those darlings of the Mechanicum: the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds stubbornly refused to use it.

For those more high-tech items, he was not used to the meditator's crackling keyboard, tape recorder and auxiliary review equipment, and the latest memory pens and thought recorders were placed beside his crumbling book nest.

side, but has never been picked up.

He is holding a pen, which can always be held tightly by the most ordinary hand. There is nothing strange about it. It is an antique-like pen. He uses it to record countless information on the electronic board and process anything related to Ultra.

He is like a statue, with only his right hand constantly moving, capturing, processing and recording everything he cares about: whether it is the continuous reports on the electronic board or the secondary displays on the left.

As thousands of announcements and data updates appeared, he observed and recorded them all.

Information is victory.

Inadvertently, Guilliman used his actions to tell his blood relatives this sentence, and explained its true meaning over and over again. When Morgan blinked, he observed the ruthless and efficient operation of his blood relatives.

At that time, it took her the shortest time to come to the conclusion: there was a huge gulf-like gap between her and Guilliman in terms of handling government affairs, receiving data, and archiving information.

She can indeed achieve Guilliman's current state, but it requires great seriousness and concentration without impurities. The Lord Macragge's calm demeanor at this time shows that all this is just a small matter to him.

He even had time to have a normal chat with Morgan and invited her to taste the fine wines displayed in the alcove.

Morgan didn't answer. She just quietly read the last page of posters, chewed up all the art and essence in it, and after slowly digesting it, she stood up and walked to the corner where the bronze wine jug was placed: This is terrible

It's not an easy job, because Guilliman's small deputy office is not a neat and tidy place. The crumbling stacks of books and messy notebooks are scattered in every corner as far as the eye can see. It's a mess.

The instruments used to collect all kinds of information were locked in this office by the Lord of Macragge as a method for him to extract corresponding information at any time in the future.

Guilliman is very organized and does everything down to the smallest detail.

Guilliman is in a state of chaos and chaos.

Completely contradictory words, but in this room, it is so harmonious and unified, just like the sole owner of this room: the great Lord Macragge specially set up for him in every aspect of all affairs

The corresponding office brought his efficiency in handling things and tracing memories to a peak. This is his rigorous attitude.

But looking at any single office, his layout of these places is so bad and chaotic that it can make even the most diligent cleaning staff feel sincere despair. He greedily collects all the information and documents he can.

, until they fill every inch of space, turning the entire room into a messy storage den: this is his greedy desire.

Rigorous attitude and greedy curiosity: these two almost incompatible attributes have reached a strange tacit understanding and balance in Guilliman. They are like the rising waves of the primordial body.

It manifested itself over time, shaping him into a somewhat contradictory entity. For a moment, he couldn't tell which one was innate instinct and which one was the result of acquired education.

Morgan realized this, just like she realized that under the appearance of the stable and mature Archon Macragge, there was an extremely violent warrior hidden. This was achieved through more than twenty consecutive duels.

It is clearly reflected: Guilliman's various performances in the duel are enough to show that his life path may be biased toward being an efficient warrior and warrior at the beginning, but there is no doubt that the education and care he received will last forever.

This changed drastically, making him a ruler worthy of respect in every aspect.

His nature has changed due to those external factors called family affection and education, suppressing the bad parts while preserving and even carrying forward the good parts.

Thinking of this, even in the Spider Queen's still cold and stubborn vicious heart, a trace of sourness and a trace of visible jealousy could not help but appear.

However, she didn't show it.

Although he felt an inexplicable touch because of the few normal people among the Primarchs, this did not mean that the Lord of the Second Legion would show more sincerity to this brother who had only known each other for more than a day. Morgan

I always hope that I can hide more and get more from others.

Just like in the tactical duel with Guilliman, she did not hesitate to use the tactics of the Iron Warriors, the ruthlessness of the Mechanicus, and everything she had witnessed in the Dark Angels Legion, but she never

In the battle, the truly devastating blow of the Second Legion, the efficient annihilation tactics and the rapid three-dimensional cooperation were reflected in front of the Lord of Macragge, thus giving him the opportunity to learn this true heritage.

On the contrary, it was the Archon of Macragge who was so frank that he clearly revealed everything about his legion, including the deployment of firepower, armored unit numbers and preferred tactics, in front of his sisters with almost no information: although he always

Morgan's strategy can be countered quickly, but in general, his own strategy is similar.

Morgan can now write out the organization of the entire Ultramarines Legion with her eyes closed, as well as what each of their chapters will be doing in which corner of the battlefield. She can even deduce how all chapter leaders will encounter unexpected events.

What kind of reaction and decision-making will she make when the situation arises, because Guilliman has shown her too many times.

At this point, Morgan seemed to have won. If it weren't for her strange preaching habit in front of Guilliman, which caused her to expose more things that she shouldn't have revealed, she thought she might have won more completely.

.

Morgan walked in this messy hell of words. For a moment, the impression Guilliman gave her changed from the radiant King of Macragge to something in her storage cave before winter came.

The frantic busyness and screaming furry rodents almost made her want to laugh out loud.

Morgan did not use her psychic powers. She used a tray to lift the tall wine flask and utensils, and stood patiently on the side of the Primarch, waiting for him to finish processing the last bit of information.

Through the bronze shell of the flask, she could clearly smell the smell of fermented grape juice, and a large amount of information was wrapped in this sour and sweet taste: alcohol concentration, color, acidity and other factors, or

It’s the soil in which it was grown, the genetic code and nutrients of the vines, and the trace minerals mixed with the water.

This is the information that Morgan can capture from one breath, and it is also her natural ability as a primarch. And it is precisely for this reason that she never dares to show off her so-called "classical wine" in front of other blood relatives.

] and [Atalanta Wine], because she knew the risks of doing so.

Generally speaking, the Spider Queen is still a cautious person. When she is not so close to her blood relatives, her thoughts will survive well in the combination of caution and conservatism.
To be continued...