Both Vodace and Ventris stood up, took off their helmets from their heads, put their hands on their waists, revealing their dusty faces.
Guilliman sat in the main seat and looked at the two men with a dignified gaze. "Who will speak first?"
"I."
"I."
Vodace and Ventris spoke at the same time, and they looked at each other in surprise.
"You first."
"You first."
Guilliman: ... ... ...
You two are performing crosstalk for me here?
"You speak first, Master of the Grey Knights." Guilliman pointed at Vodes, indicating that he should speak first.
"Yes, Lord Regent," said Vordais. "I am one of the Grand Masters of the Grey Knights, Vordais. After the Great Rift, I have been tracking down a cunning demon of the Transformer, the evil fragment of the Chaos God Tzeentch. Apart from weaving conspiracies and fooling mortals who do not know the truth, these demons rarely appear in the real universe."
"In order to prevent the other party from causing irreparable consequences, I have been trying to expel it. Unfortunately, I lost my target in the end and failed to expel the demon. But I still made a small gain. I got a piece of news from the place where the other party last appeared. Many demons under the command of the Ever-Changer are trying to attack you. They are weaving a huge network to corrupt and degenerate you."
"The specific content of the plan is still unknown. One of the purposes of my trip is to warn the Regent. The Changelings are cunning and cunning. If you are not careful, you may be doomed. I also hope that the Regent can stop the various dangerous actions of his scientific research team in the subspace. It is too dangerous. You are stepping into a dangerous and unknown field."
"Finally, I have one more request. I hope to obtain a fleet that is strong enough to resist the demons pouring out from the planets near the Great Rift."
Guilliman nodded and said gently, "Your warnings and suggestions are perfect. If you need a troop, it may take a little longer. Right now, all the troops have their own tasks. You have to wait for Macragge to send them, or recruit enough troops from the Charadon Sector before you can give you a troop."
"My lord, the current situation is very urgent. The worlds along the Great Rift are being invaded by demons and traitors, and they are in urgent need of support." said Vodace.
"I already have a plan, and I will slowly solve this problem," said Guilliman.
"Sir, I guess you haven't realized the urgency of the situation yet." There was a hint of anxiety in Wodais' tone.
"I know, Vordais. I am working hard to solve these problems. The Charadon Sector and the Ultramar Sector, as well as many forging worlds willing to respond to my call, are working at full capacity to forge weapons and warships. Ordinary people are joining the army, or sending their children to join the army, forming regiments. However, there is a prerequisite for the rescue of other worlds, that is, we cannot let those worlds that have been saved fall into the abyss again, otherwise everything we do will be meaningless."
Guilliman tried to calm Verdes and asked him to wait patiently.
"My Lord, you must move at lightning speed. Only in this way can you save the empire from disaster."
Guilliman narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Vordais. "You have overstepped your bounds, Vordais. I have my own plan. I understand your desire to save those innocent people, but I must consider the overall situation. I am trying to find a solution to the Great Rift."
"Can you draw some from the existing troops? My lord, please, many worlds have fallen into poison. If we don't save them, they will fall completely into the hands of Chaos."
"I am in a dilemma," Guilliman said. "The strategic plan has been agreed upon for a long time. If it is overturned, it will waste more time."
"Excuse me, sir, you have wasted too much time. You can use the army in your hands to quickly pacify each area and then move to the next area without wasting so much time. Now is an emergency, and we must seize every moment. There is no need to deal with those dignitaries who are still loyal to the emperor so quickly."
Vordais said, "Your wrong approach to those loyalists has not only seriously slowed down the process of saving the empire, but also frightened the dignitaries in other regions. Humanity has reached the most critical moment. This is definitely not the best time to purge and centralize power."
Guilliman stood up and looked at Vodace with a hint of anger on his face.
"I told you, I have my own plans, Vordais. Show some respect to me. I am the Emperor's own son, your master and commander. You ruined the Empire, but now you intend to blame me? Do you want to ruin my plans again?"
Guilliman's tone was full of anger. "I woke up to see the rotten, zombie-like Empire. I am trying to save it. As for how to do it, I don't need you to teach me. If you can teach me, why has the Empire become like this?"
"You have seen the Imperial civilians trapped in the clutches of Chaos. Have you seen the countless Imperial civilians living in the terrible hell you created in the name of my father? Have you seen the planets that were turned into dry stones by the Zerg fleets, and how many lives were devoured?"
"The corruption of the empire is shocking and infuriating. Tithes are forged, and the empire's armaments exist only on paper. The powerful and the capitalists have no fear of the authority of the empire. In the name of my father, they wantonly squeeze and plunder the blood, sweat and money of innocent people. Is this what you call loyalty?"
Guilliman slammed his fist on the conference table in the reception room, smashing the heavy marble table into pieces.
"You have disregarded my father's will and betrayed his original intention. Such loyalty is useless."
Verdys was so frightened by Guilliman's rage that he froze in his place.
Even though he had experienced many battles with demons.
But facing the angry Primarch, he was still frightened.
"Now, I tell you again that all expedition fleets have their own goals. Follow my strategy and complete the tasks I set. Don't try to make any small moves, otherwise I will wipe out the Grey Knights Brotherhood you represent. I will consider giving you the troops, but you will have to wait for a few months for the arrival of a new batch of reinforcements for the Indomitable Crusade."
Guilliman looked at Vordais, "One more thing, do not dictate my strategy. If you can control the warp, the situation will not be so bad. If you can suppress the warp, I can give up all the radical actions you mentioned. If not, keep quiet."
After finishing his speech, Guilliman took two deep breaths.
Try your best to keep yourself calm.
He sat back down at his table.
He suppressed his anger and his tone became gentle again.
"Master Wodais, I don't know what kind of discussions and words you heard before you came to see me, but I hope you can maintain your independent thinking. Rebellion is hidden under loyalty, and any seemingly well-intentioned advice may be a deadly poison to the empire."
Verdys is the Grand Master of the Grey Knights.
The fault in this matter should not be on him.
Grey Knights are a very special class of soldiers.
They have been trained since childhood to become a qualified Grey Knight.
They are out of touch with the reality of the empire and do not understand how the empire works today.
The Grey Knights spend most of their time either in combat against demons or on their way to combat them.
In their simple minds, besides expelling demons, the only thing they care about is loyalty to the Emperor.
Loyalty to the Emperor must come before all else.
Complex political games are not something they are good at.
They rarely interfere in politics.
The only explanation is that someone said something in front of him, which made him behave in such a ridiculous and abnormal way as to dare to question the Primarch.
Waking up from his dream, Verdes looked ashamed. He knelt on one knee and begged for forgiveness.
"I'm sorry, Regent."
"Rise up. I believe that this matter is not your fault," said Guilliman. "However, I ask you to issue the same warning to the other Grey Knights. If they can solve the problems caused by the Warp and the Great Rift, I will do as they suggest. If not, then do as I command. I hate those who are incompetent and chattering."
"I see," said Verdys.
"Rest well, and when the Imperial troops that will replenish the expedition arrive, you will have the troops you need," said Guilliman.
"Yes, sir." Wodais was no longer disrespectful as before, and spoke respectfully.
Guilliman looked at Ventris. "What is your purpose in seeking me, Ventris?"
"I need your appointment and authorization, my lord," Ventris said. "I need to execute a group of people before your reforms can continue."
"What happened?" Guilliman looked at Ventris.
"I followed your orders and brought all the planets in the Ultramar sector and several nearby sub-sectors under the rule of Macragge. However, several so-called alliances resisted this, claiming that democracy and freedom are inviolable."
Ventris said, "They have no respect for the Empire anymore. The funds that were supposed to be used to improve national defense and purchase weapons have been emptied by the merchant families, and some weapons and equipment are openly sold by them. According to the latest intelligence, several rebellions in the Domera sub-sector are related to these alliances. They sold the equipment belonging to the Astra Militarum, and the traitors bought the equipment."
Guilliman's expression turned slightly serious.
He finally understood why the empire's rebels were always able to get weapons.
Sometimes, they are much better than the imperial troops who came to quell the rebellion.
This is probably where the problem lies.
"I'm sorry, sir. The situation is critical now. I really can't continue to adopt a soft policy and play political games with them."
"According to reports from the health department and the Psionic Think Tank, a plague with supernatural powers has appeared in various places in Ultramar. I must get your authorization and order to kill one to warn the rest. I need to get rid of these nobles as soon as possible so that we can concentrate our efforts on maintaining the stability of Ultramar."
Guilliman listened to Ventris's words, and after a moment, he had made a decision.