Robert Guilliman looked at the fallen Ultramarine and felt confused. The man was lying on the ground, his face was so pale that it was almost terrifying, his eyes were closed and covered in blood.
Guilliman stared at the face and instinctively sensed something was wrong. His keen observation skills came into play again at this moment - he was familiar with the appearance of everyone in the First Regiment, and this person
Who is this guy? Why didn't he have the slightest impression of this person?
Guilliman lowered his head and looked at the armor covered in blood. After a while of observation, he came to a conclusion that he could not believe. The pharmacist Misia's diagnosis also ended at this moment.
"Primarch, Chapter Commander Marius needs to rest." Misia raised her head and looked at Guilliman. "he--"
"—Mysia, what did you just call him?" Guilliman frowned and interrupted him.
The latter looked at him blankly, not understanding what his primarch meant, so, after a brief silence, another person took over the job.
"He is Lord Marius Gage, the Primarch. Don't you remember?"
With a hint of anxiety, Robert Guilliman turned his head. He immediately recognized who was speaking. Vladimir Arndt, the sergeant of the third company, is good at suppressing fire and possesses a kind of rationality that is far superior to others.
He nodded to the sergeant: "Good to see you're safe, Vlady."
"I'm glad to see you're safe, too, but why are you—" the sergeant gestured incomprehensibly. "——Don't you remember Chapter Master?"
Robert Guilliman lowered his head and looked again at Marius Gage, whom his heirs spoke of.
He carefully observed the man lying on the ground with his eyes closed, and a sharp sound like fingernails scraping against glass sounded in his mind. The pain that had disappeared before returned with a vengeance at this moment.
The knife-like fog surged up again, and Guilliman's cheek inevitably twitched. He clenched his fists, trying unsuccessfully to avoid the pain he was feeling.
A burst of warm stickiness rushed out of his nostrils, and then the sergeant rushed forward: "Primarch!"
Guilliman weakly raised a hand, signaling him not to support him.
He supported the rock wall with his commanding hand, and the force of the power fist caused extremely deep holes to appear on the surface of the rough stone. The Lord of Macragge gasped, and slight grunts kept coming from his throat.
——Yes, Marius Gage, yes.
How could he forget, how could he forget...? Guilliman gritted his teeth in pain, and more blood poured out of his nostrils, and the bleeding continued. Breathing heavily, he tried to recall every detail about Marius Gage, every conversation.
These things had always been kept deep in his memory. He and his heirs got along like friends, brothers, and relatives - the complicated relationship did not affect their precious feelings for each other.
Guilliman kept it all in mind, he was a man of action, but he still allowed himself to retain these precious flashes.
And now, one of his treasures is his memory.
It's passing.
The moments pass by without stopping.
"No, no I won't allow it!"
Robert Guilliman whispered, and the hand of control used to support himself exerted force, clawing at the entire rock wall in an instant. The stones rustled down and fell to the ground, making a hollow echo between the collisions.
Vladislav Arndt and the others looked at their primarch warily, wondering what was going on.
Guilliman turned his head after a brief silence. He looked at Marius Gage again, at his First Chapter Master - the face he remembered just now, but now he Completely unfamiliar.
He only remembered this name. He remembered Marius Gage and the First Chapter Commander, but he couldn't connect the two terms. Grief roared, his head thrown back, and Guilliman trembled.
The sergeant of the third company finally couldn't bear it anymore. He stepped forward and tried to talk to the original body: "My lord, what on earth are you——"
"—I forgot who he was." Guilliman replied in a low voice. "I forgot who Marius Gage was, and I can't remember it."
At this moment, Vladimir Arndt's expression looked as if he did not understand Gothic. He gave a weak response, and Guilliman had turned his head to look at the apothecary.
His gaze was so serious that the druggist felt at once a painful bewilderment.
Although he did not understand what the Primarch wanted to do, he still held his chest high and accepted Robert Guilliman's inspection. After half a minute, the original body of the Ultramarines spoke again.
"What's your name, pharmacist?"
"I -" the pharmacist's hands trembled, and he was unable to give an answer. Robert Guilliman's reaction was even greater than his own, and the original body gasped violently. The sergeant who had been standing next to him immediately supported him, but Guilliman tried to make him let go of his hand - the strength of the struggle was so slight that Vladimir Arndt was frightened.
"I am forgetting you." The Lord of Macragge spoke slowly. "I don't know why, but I am certainly forgetting that you were first Marius Gage, and then you—the apothecary, what's your name?"
"I" Misia sounded as if she was dead. "I am Mythia, Apothecary of the First Company, Primarch."
"I have forgotten two people." Guilliman said in a low voice.
"Who knows if I've forgotten more people? My memory is slipping away at an alarming rate. Just a few minutes ago I remembered who Misia really was, and now I know nothing about him except his name. .If this symptom is allowed to develop, I think sooner or later I will forget all of you."
Silence, deathly silence. In the end, it was Vladimir Arndt who forced him to speak with his extreme rationality.
At this moment, the sergeant's face looked as if he had aged many years out of thin air, and was extremely haggard. He showed an expression that looked like a smile but not a cry, and nodded towards his original body: "This means we can't waste any time, right, original body?"
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"Primarch?"
Robert Guilliman looked at the sergeant in silence, and asked him a question in the latter's face twitching in despair: "Who are you?"
Vladislav Arndt's rationality, which made him proud, and which once allowed him to boast when he was drunk, "I am closer to the original body than all of you", disappeared, and now what stood there was a man who was almost broken.
Guilliman stood up, and the sharp sound in his ears, like fingernails scraping against glass, came one after another, never stopping. It had never sounded so violently.
He looked at everyone present - some people he still recognized, and some he had forgotten. Some of the helmetless Ultramarines looked as pale as their cousins from the Eighth Legion.
Guilliman was surprised at his rationality at this moment: Why can I still pay attention to such a thing?
He has no answer, he only knows that he is forgetting - moment by moment, everything disappears. Rolling fog swept in, rushing out from the dark corners that he could not see or touch, wrapping around his face, layer upon layer, until it suffocated him.
Guilliman fell to his knees, blood rolling out of his nostrils, mixed with cerebrospinal fluid and brain tissue. The former could still be explained as the sequelae of a concussion, but the latter was almost impossible from a medical point of view.
Misia stared at all this tremblingly, unable to make any reaction. Fortunately, the heavy sound when the original body fell to the ground woke up the sergeant. Vlady immediately rushed over to help him up, but Guilliman did not react at all.
There was nothing in his blue eyes now. After a few minutes, he slowly raised his head, and an inhuman rage gathered on his face.
"Who are you?!"
Guilliman snarled at one of his sons and shook his hand away. "Where's Captain Melotus?! Tell him to come see me, now!"
He stood up, swung his arms and shattered the rock - this was not like Robert Guilliman in the past. He had always been able to control his power well, and even shaking hands with a mortal would not hurt the other person.
But where is he now? He looks almost like - like a moving
Act of God.
"Send to the Arch of Proana! And the Senate! Surround them! The others come with me to the Praetor's Palace! How dare they rebel? How dare they try to murder my father?"
Howling these broken and confusing sentences in despair and fury, the original body rushed into the darkness. The Ultramarines stepped forward without hesitation and tried to catch up, but were stopped by shouts.
"Stop!" Vladimir Arndt raised his bolter with a pale face and fired a shot at the rock wall.
Rocks and dust rolled down, leaving him disgraced. He looked as if he were dead, or not - the Ultramarines looked at him, and time passed slowly, until Vladislav Arndt's reason prevailed.
"There is something wrong with the Primarch's memory," the sergeant said rationally but desperately.
"As he said himself, he is forgetting us, and this process is very fast. He has even forgotten the encounter with us. He even thinks he is on Macragge now."
"The words he just said were his exact words when his adoptive father, Lord Conor Guilliman, was assassinated. I once heard the Primarch tell this story, and he used it to warn us not to be like him at that time. Getting carried away with anger. And we must learn this lesson.”
"What do we do, sergeant?" the pharmacist asked confusedly, his voice as weak as an insect's chirp.
"We. We fight." Sergeant Vladislav Arndt of the 3rd Company of the 1st Chapter of the Ultramarines said. "We fight until we find him again, and then we'll find a way to cure him."
After the update, it will probably be 10,000 tomorrow.
(End of chapter)
