Chapter 311 The Rise of the Primarch: God of War

Dean Nassimov looked at the man standing in front of him at the table. He walked leisurely to the bookshelf on the side. The man's fingers slid over the bookshelf one by one, and those ancient military books were between his fingers.

Jumping, the man looked at the names in the books.

"'History of Navigation', 'On War', 'Lord of the Sun - Macarius', 'Steel and Heavy Artillery, the Movement of War', and 'Glory and Victory'. Your collection of books is quite good. Over the past ten thousand years,

You basically have all the military research books."

He said and took down a book from the bookshelf. The man looked at the old brown-red book. The book looked very old. The pages had obviously been bound, maintained and rearranged repeatedly.

Yes, although this book can be called an antique, the content in it is quite meaningful.

"Well, "AirLand Battle" written by de Gaulle Tukhachev. I have to say that the content in this book is quite good and very insightful. It's just a pity that today's imperial army has split its armor.

Infantry, heavy artillery and air force, so unfortunately, his concept of combined forces cannot be realized for the time being."

"And not only his tactics, but that guy was also shelved and punished for his heretical remarks that "threatened the stability of the army." I remember that not long after he wrote this book, he was forced to retire.

"

As he spoke, he flipped through the book. Nasimov walked into the office and slowly approached the man. Looking at the man's profile, he felt a little familiar but couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

"Who are you? Sir, how did you get in?" The dean asked and walked up behind him. The man chuckled softly and looked at the bookshelf. Soon he found that there was a separate stand in the center of the bookshelf.

Display shelves display books.

It was a red book, with an eagle spreading its wings imprinted on the bookcase, and several lightning bolts caught under its talons. He looked at the cover of the book, with a slightly embarrassed and helpless look on his lips.

With a smile on his face, he opened it and flipped through the pages of text, his expression becoming even more awkward as he flipped through the pages.

"Your Majesty, where did these sentences come from? Have I ever said these words?" He looked at the pages of parchment that were made of wear-resistant materials and had been stored for a very long time, with paragraphs written on them.

Quotations are recorded words of a certain important person, and they are recorded in quite detail, to an absurd level.

"Especially this sentence, "Soldiers can't spend too much time on eating and enjoying. Their first mission is to fight war. Only in this way is the first meaning of a soldier's existence." He tapped his fingers lightly.

The content on the page made his expression speechless and he smiled bitterly.

"Okay, now I know why the living conditions of the Astra Militarum and the Navy are so poor. The prisoners of war said it violated the Geneva Convention. Good guys, you took what I said casually and used it as a bible, and even used a sentence

Thousands of years."

The man continued to complain while flipping through the important military classics, which were as important to the imperial soldiers as the Book of Holy Sayings of the State Religion. General Nasimov, as the dean of the Zhongsi Academy, immediately became angry. He was furious.

Step forward and get closer to the person.

"That's enough, I can't allow you to arrogantly criticize and insult the "Marshal's Holy Code" anymore. I don't care who you are, sir, you have no right to do that! No one has the qualifications to do that!"

"Oh? Not even if it's the original author? Even though you have changed my little holy book with all kinds of embarrassment and jealousy, I can't even recognize it." He said and closed the book, which was as thick as a dictionary.

The sacred book was so heavy that he had to clap his hands upwards to close the heavy book that was so thick that it was bulletproof.

Nassimov looked at the man's face. After hearing his reaction, which was extremely natural and without any lies, Nassimov fell into deep thought. He stopped. As the dean of Zhongsi College, Nassimov knew how to judge.

Lying and deception, as well as excuses, believe me, the young people in the academy will not stop working hard to deal with them in order to try to get themselves out of punishment.

But they often fail, because Dean Nassimov knows how to judge whether a person is lying. This was his experience long ago when he was serving in the army.

He knows how to tell from a person's eyes whether the quartermaster has distributed supplies properly, whether the sentry on guard has deserted, whether the maintenance supervisor has maintained and inspected the armored vehicles today, and of course, there are also those from the Ministry of Military Affairs.

Idiot, are you honest enough to process the materials you applied for?

Therefore, those students who lie will suffer more serious punishment, because lies and deception are the most vicious heretical behaviors. In deception, they may go astray, so they need to be taught a good lesson and let them

Go back to the right path.

Nassimov knew how to tell if a person was lying, and now, he saw no sign of lying in the eyes of the man in front of him, as if he had actually written the book.

"What's your name? Sir." Nasimov asked after thinking for a moment. The man smiled and stood up the thick sacred book. He handed the book to Nasimov and gently touched the pages with his fingers.

He tapped on the side of the phone, and a name was written in beautiful gold-gilded fonts on the tapped spot, a name that was remembered and forever respected by all the imperial strategists, soldiers and generals.

Nasimov took the book, looked at the name, and immediately frowned at the man in front of him, "Vito Constantine, Supreme Marshal, are you crazy?"

"Why do you think so?" The man put his hands behind his back and looked at Nassimov with a smile, while the latter stared at him with a frown.

"The Supreme Marshal has been away for thousands of years, but this does not mean that someone can impersonate him, the founder of the empire's armed forces, and the eternal leader." Nasimov glared at the man in front of him, who called himself Vito Kon.

Standing's guy, the dean looked at him seriously, with anger flashing in his eyes.

"What you just did is enough to kill you a dozen times, sir, maybe more than that. For the sake of Lord Judge Angvar, I have forgotten what you just did, but now please leave immediately!

"

"If you value me so much, old friend, I assure you that he is indeed qualified to criticize the Holy Scriptures and the current situation of the entire empire. This is not because he is arrogant, but because he is Lord Vito Constantine.

Me."

Angvar said and walked past Nassimov. He stood next to "Vito Constantine" who was standing calmly in front of him with his hands behind his back. The judge looked at Dean Nassimov in front of him.

, telling the unbelievable truth calmly and seriously.

Nasimov looked at the Inquisitor Lord in front of him. He was silent for a long time, then looked at Vito in front of him and slowly spoke, "What the Inquisitor Lord said is shocking, no, it is not enough to convince me.

"

"Nasimov, for the sake of the emperor, you..." Angvar was about to say something, but was stopped by raising his hand. Vito looked at Nasimov in front of him and smiled, and he said to

He nodded slightly and pointed to the office door not far away.

"Go and close the door. I don't want too many people to know my existence. When you close it, I will prove it to you." After saying this, Vito put his hands behind his back and looked at Nassimov in front of him and waited.

Following his actions, the dean certainly did not obey this order immediately. He did not know who Vito was yet.

So the dean thought for a moment, and looked at Anguva to the side with his peripheral vision. The leader of the tribunal nodded slightly to Nasimov. After some hesitation, Nasimov turned and walked towards the door.

"Sir." Lieutenant Charles standing outside the door looked at the approaching dean and asked softly with suspicion, but Nassimov nodded gently to him, and the dean silently pressed his hands on both sides.

Door handle, he gave the lieutenant the order with actual actions.

Lieutenant Charles looked at the door handle and nodded silently, "I will be waiting outside the door, sir. If you need anything, just call me."

Nassimov nodded gently. The movement was very small. Only he and Charles could see this movement. Angvar and the guy who claimed to be Marshal Vito behind him could not see this mutual hint.

, Nassimov then pulled the door handle out and closed the door in front of him.

After closing the door, Nasimov let go of the golden door handle and slowly turned his head to look back, "Okay, now it's your turn."

Before Nasimov could finish his words, suddenly a bolt of lightning roared out, and the golden arc instantly shattered the door next to Nasimov, and the bursting door instantly exploded into countless debris.

Several more bolts of lightning roared in, and the electric arc penetrated the brown-red door and bombarded the ground outside the office. Lieutenant Charles was startled and then without any hesitation, he pulled out the gun on his waist and kicked the door open.

He stepped into it.

"Sir! You're okay." Charles raised his pistol and pointed it at the man, but when he saw the man, the words he was about to blurt out were suddenly choked.

Lieutenant Charles raised his pistol and pointed at the man in front of the office who was emitting golden lightning. He stood in the center of the office, endless lightning and surging power roared out of him, and those lightning struck down those on the side.

Bookshelf, rows and rows of books fell in pieces, and behind him, the tables, chairs, teacups and other decorations all fell over and rolled under the impact of its force.

Wherever the man stood, his eyes shone with endless light, and his eyes turned completely golden. The black trench coat also flew around with the power surging under him, and lightning flashed continuously in its lining, like a dark cloud.

Inside.

Charles raised his gun and looked at the man blankly. Dean Nassimov in front of him looked at the golden man. The dean opened his eyes wide. He looked at the countless flashing lightnings that swallowed everything.

The electric light, and the shining sun disk behind his head!

Behind the man's head, a shining halo slowly appeared. The circular halo disk gradually emerged with the beating and collision of lightning, and finally turned into a complete body at the top of his head. The man's head was in front of the halo.

Illuminated by the light, his shining eyes looked at Nassimov.

Nassimov also looked at him. The thick holy book in Nasimov's hand fell to the ground. The dean's expression of vicissitudes and infinite worries about the future was instantly dispelled by the light. His expression and eyes were instantly full of power, as if

Something invisible was injected into his body, just like a paralyzed main battle tank that was finally injected with fuel.

Without any hesitation or doubt, Nassimov immediately knelt down on one knee in front of him and said, "Marshal."

"I'm glad we can get to know each other again, Dean." Vito said as he walked slowly in front of Nassimov. His steps were as light as if they were floating in the air, but instead of the footsteps, there was the roar of lightning, accompanied by

Every time Vito took a step, lightning would appear under his feet.

Stepping on the sea of ​​golden arcs, Vito walked up to Nassimov. He looked down at the lieutenant general in front of him, and then turned to look at Lieutenant Charles aside. He still raised his gun, as if he was simply frightened.

and forgot to put down the gun.

"Lieutenant, I think you can put the gun down. Besides, if you really want to kill me, you'll have to find something more powerful."

"Sir!" The lieutenant trembled after hearing this. The pistol in his hand fell to the ground. The lieutenant immediately knelt down when he saw the gun. He knelt behind Nassimov and lowered his head with him to face the vigilante in front of him.

Tuo, no, is a god.

"Your return makes me extremely honored, Marshal. I have been longing for this moment all my life. I can swear allegiance to you in front of you, not to your statue, portrait or anything, but to you."

"Your loyalty should belong to the empire and human civilization, not to me or a single individual." Vito asked softly, and the voice seemed to be coming from all directions amid the bombardment of lightning.

"What you said makes me feel great admiration, Marshal. Not everyone can refuse the desire for vanity and honor." Nasimov said in an extremely respectful, enthusiastic and loyal voice. He lowered his head, regardless of maintenance.

What can Tuo say? The moment he showed up to reveal his identity, Marshal Nassimov, the old general and dean, had already dedicated his loyalty to him.

He dedicated his loyalty to the Supreme Marshal, a god, a legendary figure that they, the Imperial warriors, had heard about when they were children. When he returns, who will refuse to surrender to him?

Vito looked at Nassimov in front of him, his golden eyes flashing, "I feel honored by your recognition and approval, Dean, now I ask for your help."
To be continued...