As Yvraine's old womans sword cut through the power lines, a brilliant psychic flame instantly erupted from the center of the stasis field, sweeping through the hall like a storm. Everyone instinctively held their breath, anticipating the return of the legendary Primarch.
But seconds passed... Guilliman remained seated steadily on the throne, head bowed, motionless.
The entire hall fell into a strange silence.
The data from the instruments was unusually stable, even overly stable; the armor of destiny's life support system was still functioning normally, and Guilliman's physiological state showed no change.
Yvraine stood rooted to the spot, holding the old womans sword, her gaze slightly frozen, while Cawl paused, then quickly began scanning the instrument data.
"Uh... he should be awake, right?" Chagatai was the first to break the silence, looking at Li Feng with a puzzled expression, "Or is there some delay in the ritual?"
Li Feng rubbed his chin, walked forward, and peered at the display screen in Cawl's hand: "...This shows that the armor of destiny's life support system is still functioning normally?"
Sanguinius's shoulders shook with laughter. She cleared her throat, suppressing her mirth, and asked, "Cawl, did you miss a step?"
Cawl's mechanical eyes flickered wildly, clearly analyzing data rapidly. He used his mechanical tendrils to flip through the control panel in front of him, trying to find the root of the problem.
Titus lay in the corner, face down on the ground, letting out a muffled sigh: "Alas..."
Sicarius laboriously got up from the ground, dusted himself off, and looked at Calgar, who was pinned to the ground, with a complex expression:
"...Chapter Master, were we too tense?"
Calgar's face alternated between green and pale, and after a long while, he managed to squeeze out: "...Can you let go of me first?"
Konrad Curze, standing on Calgar's back, stroked his chin and, with a half-smile, released his grip, allowing the Ultramarines' Chapter Master to slowly stand up.
The atmosphere gradually became somewhat... awkward.
Cawl's mechanical prosthetics frantically operated the panel. A few seconds later, his electronically synthesized voice carried a rare hint of confusion:
"...Theoretically, he should have already revived. But... the data indicates that the armor of destiny is still performing automatic repair and life support procedures."
Li Feng: "So, you mean?"
Cawl was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke: "...Guilliman's current state is... I don't know."
Everyone: "..."
Li Feng: "Ah, this..."
Cawl was silent for a moment, then said faintly: "Let me check again. Theoretically, the Primarch should be awake by now, right?"
Yvraine: "It shouldn't be a problem on my end, right?"
Her sword was still held in the position of striking down, and her expression was now gradually becoming subtle. She had never witnessed such an awkward revival ritual.
For a moment, the entire hall fell into an eerie silence.
The Ultramarines exchanged glances. The earlier tension seemed to have never happened. Some captains' gazes were already wandering, and some even lowered their heads to adjust their armor, pretending nothing had occurred.
"So..." Calgar's mouth twitched slightly, vaguely feeling that his earlier struggles, roars, and orders to charge were particularly foolish.
Sanguinius couldn't stop laughing and simply found a place to sit down, picking up a cup of tea: "So what now? Do we keep waiting for him to wake up on his own? Or..."
Cawl: "...Technically, if we forcibly terminate the armor of destiny's automatic life support system, he should be able to awaken successfully."
Li Feng: "Alright, then terminate it quickly."
Cawl: "But..."
Li Feng: "But what?"
Cawl: "This life support system was not designed to be turned off from the start, so..."
The entire hall once again fell into a deathly silence.
Li Feng: "..."
All Primarchs: "..."
The Ultramarines: "..."
Li Feng's mouth twitched slightly. He covered his forehead and sighed: "So you're telling me we went through all this trouble, only to find out there's no off switch?"
Cawl: "...Simply put, yes."
Sanguinius finally couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing: "Hahahahaha!!! How about we use the old-fashioned method..."
Li Feng turned to look at his wife, who was enjoying the show, and asked, "What old-fashioned method?"
"The old-fashioned method is just like in human fairy tales, where the princess needs to wake the prince with a loving kiss, so Yvraine needs to give Guilliman a loving kiss."
After hearing Sanguinius's suggestion, Li Feng's mouth twitched violently. He slowly turned to look at Cawl: "...Did you come up with this revival ritual?"
Cawl's mechanical eyes flickered: "No, I only provide data analysis and am not responsible for ritual design... The ritual design was written by Miss Sanguinius and Living Saint Celestine..."
Li Feng frowned, looked at Yvraine, who was still holding the old womans sword and standing in place, and cleared his throat: "Uh... what do you think?"
Yvraine's expression was momentarily hard to describe. She looked down at Guilliman, then at everyone's expectant (or rather, schadenfreude-filled) gazes, her ears slightly reddening. She spoke dryly:
"...Are you serious?"
"Of course we're serious." Sanguinius replied almost immediately, her mischievous smile no longer hidden. "In human fairy tales, the princess wakes the sleeping prince with a kiss of love; it's an eternal romantic tradition."
Yvraine's complexion subtly changed. She took a deep breath and slowly walked in front of Guilliman.
In the entire hall, everyone's gaze was fixed on her. Even Cawl's mechanical tendrils paused their operation, as if recording this "historic moment" with sensors.
Yvraine hesitated for a moment, then finally mustered her courage, slowly bent down, and gently pressed a kiss on Guilliman's forehead.
The air seemed to solidify for an instant.
Then... Guilliman remained motionless.
Everyone stared at his throne, expecting the legendary Primarch's eyes to suddenly open in the next second, shocking them with a magnificent psychic storm... But the reality was, he remained in his bowed, silent posture, as if merely taking a short nap.
Cawl's mechanical prosthetics rapidly tapped the control panel; the data from the instruments showed no change.
Li Feng blinked, then slowly turned to look at Cawl: "How is it? Any reaction?"
Cawl stared silently at the screen, his electronically synthesized voice carrying a rare sense of helplessness: "...No."
Sanguinius let out a "pfft" of laughter, her mischievous smile completely unhidden: "Hahahahahaha, it didn't work!"
Yvraine's mouth twitched slightly. She slowly straightened up, took a deep breath, and looked at Sanguinius, her tone dangerous: "...Are you messing with me?"
Sanguinius suppressed her laughter, waving her hand: "No, no, no, maybe you weren't invested enough. Try again?"
"Try your..." Yvraine almost smashed the old womans sword onto Guilliman's head.
The atmosphere instantly fell into an extremely delicate situation.
Just then... Guilliman's finger twitched imperceptibly.
Everyone's gaze instantly focused on him.
Immediately after, a faint blue psychic glow slowly appeared around him, and a weak but familiar radiance emerged beneath his eyelids, as if piercing through the shackles of slumber.
He opened his eyes.
"...What's going on?" His voice was deep and hoarse, carrying the bewilderment of just waking up.
Everyone immediately fell silent, their expressions becoming incredibly subtle... because Guilliman's first glance landed directly on Yvraine's blushing face, so close to him.
The distance between the two was so close that they could almost feel each other's breath.
The air seemed to solidify again.
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