A giant hand patted my head. "Magos Cowl can increase your size with ease. The Primaris marines are all rather tall." Guilliam spoke with a friendly voice and nodded towards the inventive techpriest.
I sighed inward and outward in tandem. "I'm not really interested in heights, Lord Commander. Two major issues had brought here, the Emperor and the status of Blanks."
Roboute Guilliam nodded slowly while considering my words carefully. "Your record for restoring dead people back to life is indeed the best in Imperium, Lord Lancefire. But, I doubt it would be as simple with my father. He was not preserved in stasis..." he spoke in warning.
I took out another hexagrammatic pendant from my inventory, covered with a bronze eagle cast, and held it up. "This artifact will repel the Chaos poison inflicted by Horus. Its pair worked well-enough for you, Primarch. We'll start with this. And after that...we'll need the sword." I explained with a knowing glance towards his hip, where the Emperor's Sword was sheathed.
Archmagos Cowl snatched the ancient relic and began studying it with a dozen instrunts, ignoring everyone in his quest for knowledge.
anwhile, Sanguinius just shook his head and returned to his desk. "You want to turn Magnus and place him on the new Golden Throne." he declared in a flat voice while staring at with his angelic blue eyes.
"That is his purpose, after all." I answered with a shrug and held my hand out to the Lady Inquisitor.
Rose took my hand with an amused smile. "You better not punch anyone, while on Terra." she told in a warning tone, and held a finger up.
A psyker glow emanated from her free hand, and a pair of Adeptus Custodes left their posts at the side of the door and approached us at a fast walk. "The Lanter wants to enter, through the Eternity Gate." one of them said in a surprised voice and asured from head to toe for a long minute.
I held my tongue, while the Custodes transmitted the request higher up the chain. I could step right next to door right now, but crossing the threshold was a different thing. Less than a dozen outsiders had entered the Golden Throne room in a dozen millennia, and most of those had been won. Won which turned into silver-haired holy warriors during the visit, Janice the latest of them.
Finally, another Custodes arrived in the Regency room, golden armor decorated with a violet toga.
"Co with , Pef Lancefire." the new Custodes demanded in a level voice.
I smiled in approval and held my hand out towards the inconsiderate techpriest, mimicking a psyker as I retrieved the hexagrammic pendant before Belisarius Cowl managed to dismantle the protective covering.
"The techpriest should co as well." I asked while displacing myself beside the new Custodes.
The man removed his helt and stared into my eyes with his own glowing eyes. "You're too certain about your survival, Lanter. Your small tricks will not help you at all, inside the throne room." the Custodes declared in a confident tone.
A second later, our party arrived at the foot of the giant stairs leading to the adamantium mountain which served as an entrance into the Golden Throne. No point walking two hundred kiloters of hallways and barricades under the Himalayas, when we could arrive in a second.
"...Dinsional displacent." I heard the techpriest mutter in surprise.
Well, Cowl was quite an expert on every kind of technology, both Imperial and not. I rembered him taking command over the old Necron defenses at Cadia, with few problems in fact.
But I ignored him right now, while studying the alien said in a sad voice. The Emperor was still dead, even if his corpse was in a better state now.
I nodded in agreent. "Not yet. We'll have to unplug him from the Throne. Have the Astra Telepathica bring a dozen sanctioned Beta psykers, to maintain the seal."
The Captain-General turned towards and asured with a long stare. "They would last ten minutes at most. Even an Alpha-level psyker would barely last an hour."
"They can be upgraded, Custodian. Unlike others before , I ca prepared for this task." I explained while pointing with my chin at the ignorant techpriests at the base of the throne.
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