The long corridor leading to the greenhouse was kept vigil by Guilliman's guards, who had been assembled into a small group by the commander.
They were all tall and strong by mortal standards, yet they still looked like a bunch of children next to the primarch.
Ms. Youton took the lead, her cane tapping the ground, her body under the white dress tall and thin.
Guilliman followed her, keeping the same pace as the older woman despite his anxiety.
As the butler here, Yodon has long heard of the legend of ghosts.
It only appears at night, with footsteps coming from the deserted corridor and dull conversations coming from the walls. The chefs, servants, attendants or cleaners in the manor have all encountered this phenomenon.
But she didn't want to disturb her master with such nonsense.
Until she saw it with her own eyes.
In the greenhouse next to her bedroom, there was the sound of music, the sound of people walking back and forth, and even the sound of deer croaking.
Although she did not believe in the existence of ghosts, there was indeed no reason for those voices to come out of the greenhouse.
Yudun immediately went to check.
A huge black shadow!
She immediately exited, remembering the conversation she had with her master some time ago.
"We can no longer trust the integrity of this universe."
"Its physical laws no longer follow the way we understand them to work. Everything that might have been dismissed as illusion and fiction in the past must now be taken seriously and closely investigated. The Warp is invading us, ma'am."
But when Guilliman and others arrived at the greenhouse, they were already surrounded by guards.
His think tank chief Titus and several Adeptus Mechanicus personnel had already arrived first.
"What did you see?" Guilliman asked directly, ignoring the roar as the guards saluted him.
A guard captain immediately came out and said, "Sir, we were on patrol at the time, and we did hear some noises when we came here."
"What did you see?"
The guard stood at attention and said loudly: "A tall black figure, it seems to be a deer but somewhat like a human."
Guilliman looked at his think tank chief, "Can you scan this place?"
"I have already done so," Prieto replied. "There are no psychic traces here. Otherwise the passive sensors would have triggered long before I arrived."
"The technicians of the Mechanicus have also tested it, and we haven't found anything."
"Did you hear the sound too? Titus!"
"Yes, my lord."
Guilliman stretched out his hand, and the captain of the guard pulled out his bolter without hesitation and slapped it into the hands of the original body.
He quickly checked the condition of the firearm and then strode towards the flower room.
"Sir," the captain began to persuade, "please let us go in first..."
Guilliman did not answer. He firmly opened the door and walked into the dim light of the hydroponic greenhouse.
The temperature inside was comfortable, warm and humid. In the dim light, he could hear the gentle trickling of water, and the air was filled with the strong smell of rotting plant fertilizer.
The sound became clearer. Listen carefully. It seemed to be laughter and the whistling wind.
The captain of the guard followed Guilliman, his plasma gun pressed tightly against his shoulder, scanning around.
Suddenly, the shadow in front of them split into two, and white light "shines" in.
Hanafang seemed to have traveled through time and space in an instant, and came to a snowy field with heavy snow. The sky and earth were vast, and huge snowflakes were carried by the wind and fell towards them.
In the heavy snow, a huge figure rushed towards them.
It's actually a moose!
A moose that is four to five meters tall.
The moose was pulling a rope and struggling to pull a sled, and a huge figure sat on the sled laughing excitedly.
"Emperor!" Guilliman murmured.
That figure was not a ghost, he was real and solid, and more importantly, Guilliman recognized him.
A tall figure that is rarely seen, a wanton laugh, and a very familiar face.
"Lynn, why are you here?"
"It's been weeks since any ships came to Macragge. How come I didn't know you were back?"
"The last time I got news from you, you were still in Sosa, the Far Eastern Frontier, half a star field away."
Guilliman could not hide the joy on his face, but he suddenly froze as he spoke.
"Yes, Guilliman. I'm in Sousa," Linn laughed,
"Even now."
…
"So, you succeeded!" Guilliman's voice suddenly rose, and he looked at Linn excitedly.
"Yes, as you guessed," Lynn said: "Pharos does have a navigation function. It can be a beacon and also support extremely long-distance real-time holographic image communication. Just like what we have now."
Guilliman reached out to touch the falling snowflakes from the sky. The snowflakes penetrated his palm and continued to fall. There was heavy snow in the sky, but the temperature felt very warm. He was still in the greenhouse.
"What kind of technology is this that can actually achieve this?"
"I can't understand it either. I have no clue about the origin of this technology." Linn replied,
"Indications from current research indicate that it must involve some kind of quantum entanglement principle. It does not pass through subspace. This quantum mechanism allows point-to-point transmission, perhaps relying on a channel network. It is not yet certain.
"I think the most fundamental way it works is not based on psychic energy, but on the emotional energy of an empathic system."
Guilliman couldn't understand what he heard, so he asked directly: "So, is it indeed a navigation beacon?"
Linn nodded, "That's true from any angle."
"It is part of a certain network, that is, there are many more Faros systems?"
"Indeed, I believe that other devices similar to Pharos must exist on other planets in the galaxy, but the time is too long and no one can be sure."
Guilliman thought for a while,
"So it's not a unique beacon like the Torch?"
Linn patted the deer next to him. The moose, which was almost reaching the top of the greenhouse, snorted, turned around and ran out of the communication image.
Then he went straight back to his cabin and slowly explained to Guilliman.
"If the star torch is like a lighthouse, then the Pharos is like a lantern. I can adjust it at will and shine its light wherever I want for navigation."
"Just like now, I have synchronized the system with Macragge, then I will definitely be able to illuminate Macragge."
"More importantly, Pharos's navigation beacon can be seen not only in subspace, but also in the physical universe. It is not affected by subspace storms."
"Like the new stars I discovered today?" Guilliman asked.
