Guilliman examined the body before him.
The power of the Warp is centered on Terra and spills over to the surrounding galaxies.
This is not good news.
If it gets out, it might cause panic.
You must know that the Emperor is the only human being who can compete with the Four Gods in strength and strategy.
If even our sacred home is polluted, what hope is there for humanity
After walking back and forth for a few steps, Guilliman emptied his mind, looked at the contaminated corpse again, and fell into deep thought.
With the Emperor in charge of Terra, even with the huge bomb of the Webway entrance, it is the place among the many worlds of mankind where there is least worry about demon invasion.
Now it seems clear that a powerful Chaos being has entered Terra.
By destroying Terra, a more horrific Warp rift would be created.
In this way, the existence of the two Eyes of Terror and the Great Rift will completely tear the galaxy apart.
All worlds in the galaxy will be completely divided, and those civilized races will become playthings of the Chaos Powers.
The empire spanning the entire galaxy is unable to stop the subspace, and after being divided, the situation will only be worse.
From Warhammer Starcraft to Warhammer Medieval, humanity is doomed to die.
"How many people knew about this?" Guilliman asked Roshan.
"Currently, only my astropaths and a few chapter think tanks know about it." Luo Shan said.
"Issue a gag order. No one is allowed to spread this matter. Otherwise, I will ask the Inquisitor to send them to the stake." Guilliman said in a serious tone, "I will show no mercy in this matter."
"Understood, sir. I will ensure that this is carried out." Luo Shan said.
"Very good. I instruct you to deal with all the contaminated bodies. Don't leave any blasphemous things behind. At the same time, tell those people that this is just some biological pollution and it's nothing serious."
Guilliman turned his gaze away from the mutated corpse and ordered it to be burned.
After dealing with this matter that might shake the morale of the army.
There is nothing special about what happens next.
In accordance with the procedures of the expeditionary fleet, officials loyal to Guilliman began to screen the surviving nobles as usual.
Choose those who have the courage to stand up to the Chaos traitors or meet Guilliman's requirements.
These men will take on more important positions and push for reforms according to Guilliman's orders.
As for those nobles who did not meet the requirements, there was naturally only one outcome.
That is to be deprived of all privileges and become a commoner.
For this reason, they were all very excited.
"My father shed blood for the empire, he was wounded for the empire, you can't treat me like this."
"Do you know who my grandfather is?"
"I have someone on Terra."
... ... ... ... ... .
Guilliman paid no attention to the chaos and the crying nobles.
His officials were already accustomed to this.
No one will voluntarily give up power.
That would undoubtedly kill them.
The officers of the expeditionary fleet carried out a systematic blood transfusion in the Babu galaxy as quickly as possible to ensure that this galaxy would become a loyal supporter of the Primarch.
After integrating a lot of data and information, Guilliman found a suitable spokesperson among the corrupt nobles in the Bab galaxy who was suitable to rule this galaxy.
A man from a declining minor noble family, his name was Tiok.
His status is not high.
But Guilliman didn't care, he was the ruler of the Empire.
Today, the Emperor sits on the Golden Throne and many of the Primarchs are missing.
He is the man who holds the highest power in the empire.
He can promote anyone he thinks can help him.
Some people may object to this and think it is unfair.
But Guilliman doesn't care about the thoughts of the minority, he only considers the interests of the majority.
This is a cruel universe, and humanity must be led by true elites and heroes.
It is worth mentioning that this concept of elite is not what the powerful people think of as elite.
The elites in the eyes of the powerful are those good-for-nothings who have great family power and wealth and are good at political calculations.
To put it bluntly, those so-called elites are as ordinary as the general public and there is nothing outstanding about them.
The reason they are in high positions is due to the merits of their parents or some deformed system, not to their own abilities.
It doesn’t mean that being in a high position means being an elite.
Guilliman did not stop the powerful from continuing to compete for higher positions.
But the powerful people in many worlds still resent him.
If those powerful people are really the minority elite among human beings as they say, then why are they afraid of competition
The fundamental reason is that they are very clear about their own worth and are not the so-called elites.
Once they are put in the same position as the general public, they won't even make a splash.
The elites are a minority.
Will appear randomly in each level.
These people either have outstanding leadership, or have strong charisma, or have scientific research talents that are unimaginable to ordinary people, or have self-discipline and diligence that ordinary people cannot achieve.
These are the characteristics of an elite.
As long as they get the right opportunity, they will rise quickly, create miracles and lead the race to glory.
The empire's bureaucrats and dignitaries were like concrete, blocking the path of the elites, and then pretending to be elites to rule the empire.
On a dilapidated platform bearing traces of war, Guilliman met the little noble he had chosen.
The other person was a little fat, and looked a little funny when he walked, like a penguin.
She was wearing a slightly tight satin robe embroidered with a slightly faded golden double-headed eagle.
It was obvious that this little noble was living a very difficult life.
When meeting a top figure who could change his destiny, he couldn't even come up with a suitable piece of clothing.
"Sir."
Tiot's face looked very red, and she was so excited that she couldn't speak fluently.
Guilliman didn't care for this, as did many people who met him for the first time.
They were so excited that they spoke incoherently.
Some may even become paralyzed and lose the ability to think.
"No need to be so polite." Guilliman stopped the other party from performing complicated noble etiquette.
"Okay, Regent." Tiok said respectfully. He was trying to calm himself down and make himself better in the Primarch's impression.
"You know why I summoned you." Guilliman looked up at the ruins in the distance. Workers and mechanical slaves were cleaning up the corpses. The Mechanicus priests would re-plan and build the planet according to his orders.
The natural environment of agricultural planets is generally better than that of industrial planets.
This is an advantage.
People living on agricultural planets generally do not rebel.
But Guilliman knew that agricultural production would also lead to desertification and impoverishment of the planet.
Excessive planting of crops will deplete the nutrients in the land, making it barren and eventually leading to desertification.
Many of the Empire's planets that transitioned from agricultural worlds to hive worlds have experienced this fate.
They originally had a pleasant climate and fertile land, but due to excessive agricultural production, the ecology was destroyed and eventually became a desertified planet.
In the end, people have to live in hives and use air purifiers to survive.
This will also lead to a reduction in people’s lifespan.
The natural ecology has been destroyed and a cycle cannot be formed, resulting in an increasingly harsh living environment.
People's satisfaction with life has decreased, and they can only rely on the beliefs of the state religion to brainwash themselves, believing that suffering is a punishment they must accept.
This situation must be improved. Only when people feel that living in the empire is a blessing will they have the motivation to fight against chaos.
Comparing yourself to Chaos is always a stupid thing to do.
Guilliman planned for this.
Every time he arrived at a place, he would order the Mechanicus priests accompanying the fleet to build a data model of the place.
The position of each planet in the imperial system and the role it plays are determined based on local resources, ecology, manpower, and security.
Find ways to minimize related pollution and restore the natural ecology of the many worlds inhabited by humans.
There are many families in the empire engaged in industrial production who are unwilling to spend the cost to deal with the waste from their production process.
They often choose a simple and crude solution, which is to discharge into the planet's oceans or outside cities, which leads to rampant pollution.
This is also the reason why many industrial planets are basically desertified and seriously polluted.
In response, Guilliman's move was to refuse the products of these merchant families from entering the market and impose heavy fines on them.
Prior to launching the Indomitus Crusade, Guilliman had already established a group of traders on Macragge who were loyal to him.
This organization will replace the market share of those merchant families that do not abide by its rules and ensure the supply of industrial products.
This reform measure was implemented very well, and many industrial planets that had been polluted and turned into deserts were alleviated and improved.
Tax revenues and industrial production did not fall as a result.
On the contrary, it has been greatly improved due to the emergence of new technologies.
The Babu galaxy will also receive a similar transformation to ensure that the galaxy can develop sustainably and not become desertified.
Tiok didn't know that he was about to be promoted. He thought about what he had done during this period and it seemed that he had done nothing wrong.
"I don't know why you summoned me." Tiok said cautiously.
"I am going to appoint you as the planetary governor of the Babu star system, responsible for managing this star region for me."
Guilliman didn't beat around the bush.
Ordinary political struggles do not exist for him.
He doesn't have to please anyone or play any balancing act.
Tiok was stunned for a moment, then showed joy, "Thank you, Regent."
"You know what this position entails, right? More than half of the agricultural products in the Babu system are sent to Terra, and there are too many people on Terra who oppose me." Guilliman looked at Tiok, with a hint of sadness in his tone, "You must have seen how crazy they are for power. And now, they are even planning to prevent me from going to Terra, and even start a civil war, so I have to be prepared for this and prevent their greed from causing greater harm."
Tiok lowered his head respectfully, he knew that he had no right to interrupt in such a topic.
He was promoted by the Regent, so he can only stand on the side of the Regent.
"They have forgotten their duties and missions, and forgotten that the Empire gave them power so that they could lead humanity to a better path. When I woke up, everything I saw broke my heart. The glory of science and reason has disappeared, and those aliens that were once driven away by humans have become the enemy of mankind again."
Guilliman looked at Theok. "We are facing an unprecedented crisis, Theok. Both external and internal. Humanity has reached the edge of a cliff, but those in power are turning a blind eye to this and only want to hold on to power tightly. They are willing to push the Empire into the abyss and destruction."
"I need every dreamer who is still willing to sacrifice his life for humanity. Only in this way can humanity be saved from the nightmare. Tell me, Tiok, are you willing to do that? Give everything for humanity, and fight to the last moment of your life."
Tiok's head felt dizzy, and he could feel the sincerity of the Primarch's words.
A strong sense of pride burned in his heart.
Son of the Emperor, Regent of the Imperium, acknowledged by a great Primarch.
Is there anything in this world that can make people feel more glorious than this
"Can I ask why you chose me? There are so many people who are better than me." Tiok could not hide his excitement, but he still tried his best to stay rational.
He admitted that he was not the best person, otherwise he would not have been a minor noble for so long.
"That's a good question." Guilliman smiled. "For a long time, I have been thinking about what kind of ruler is the best ruler to lead mankind to a better future. Ability is naturally an indispensable part, but there is another important factor besides ability, and that is compassion."
"Compassion?" Tiok asked in confusion.
"Yes, compassion," said Guilliman. "It is a rare gift to be able to feel the pain of others. I have seen what you have done, and you are more kind and patient to those who ask for your help. This has prevented you from winning the struggle for power, and has kept you poor until now."
Guilliman paced back and forth for a moment before continuing, "Sympathy is a necessary quality for a ruler. Many of today's Imperial rulers have forgotten one thing: they are the protectors of their people. They should listen to their people's needs and stand with them at critical moments to face those terrible disasters together."
"When we ignore those small, insignificant voices, we push those desperate people into darkness and the abyss, and then rebellion occurs. If a ruler is unwilling to stand together with his people, what qualifications does he have to ask those people to be loyal to him? A rule maintained by the army and tyranny will always fall quickly."
After hearing these words, Tiok could no longer hold back his tears.
At this moment, he secretly vowed to be loyal to this lord for the rest of his life.
He was born into a noble family and held the highest power in the empire, but he did not have the arrogance of a noble.
He observed those who were suffering and sought solutions for them.
Humanity will surely benefit from his return.
"I will definitely complete your mission, Regent." Tiok's voice was a little choked.
He wept for the noble and spotless soul of the Imperial Regent.
He wept for the fact that mankind had acquired such a ruler.
He cried because the ideals he stood for were recognized.
"Do not let me down, Theok. Remember your mission, remember what you are fighting for." Guilliman said with a smile.
"I will, sir." Tiok said firmly, "I will fight for humanity until death, and I will firmly follow you, the regent."
A strong sense of mission and belief emerged in his heart.
There is no doubt that he would not hesitate even if it meant dying for it.
... ... ... ... ... .
Guilliman signed the appointment document for Tiok. From now on, this once impoverished nobleman will hold the most powerful position in the Babu system.
As Theok walked away with the appointment documents, his eyes were burning with fire.
I feel full of endless motivation.
He will firmly follow the Primarch and defeat those blood-sucking insects that are lying on the Empire.
Guilliman watched the other man leave and crossed the matter off his to-do list.
The chaos in the Babu system has been quelled, and the Mechanicus and many technical officials will be responsible for its reconstruction.
Guilliman cannot waste too much time here.
After personally comforting the terrified survivors and reestablishing the planetary guard and chain of command for the Bab System, Guilliman returned to Macragge's Glory and prepared to depart.
The Chapter Master of the Emperor's Hand is not here.
Naturally, Guilliman's efforts to win over the members had to be put on hold for the time being. He just asked people to help the members of the Emperor's Hand Chapter team upgrade their Primaris and provide them with more resources.
This is a gesture of goodwill.
Warriors are simple, and Guilliman only asks that this chapter not get involved in complicated political struggles.
Returning to Macragge's Glory, there was still a lot of business waiting for Guilliman to deal with.
This forced Guilliman to continue working hard to get everything done.
It was not until he had been working non-stop for seven or eight hours and confirmed that there was nothing else that needed urgent attention that Guilliman realized he needed to take some time off.
He issued a few final instructions to the officials and generals loyal to him, and expressed his desire to take a rest.
Everyone walked out of the strategy room where he was one by one, leaving the Primarch alone to rest inside.
The Primarch possessed boundless energy.
But faced with a huge amount of affairs, Guilliman still felt tired.
After everyone got up and left, he stood up and prepared to go to the glass corridor next to the strategy room to relax.
In order to keep himself in a good mood at all times, Guilliman had a garden with an independent ecology built in the glass corridor next to his strategy room, which belonged to him alone.
This is a small display of His supreme power.
Of course, he didn't do it just for enjoyment.
As the Primarch, he had to fight and handle various government affairs.
He has very little time to relax, and considering his status and image, he has even fewer ways to relax.
Building a small garden allows him to relax in the shortest possible time.
The garden contains plants from various planets.
They are different from each other and cannot form a complete ecological chain.
It needs the care of mechanical slaves day and night to ensure its survival.
Guilliman strolled among them, admiring the alien flowers and relaxing himself.
These flowers each have their own characteristics.
Some even have animal characteristics and can migrate their roots to find better light spots.
Some can change color and hide in their natural environment.
It really proves the saying that the world is so big that there are all kinds of wonders.
Guilliman's strategy room was located on the top floor of the Macragge's Glory.
The glass corridor built around the strategic room is naturally located on the top floor.
Strolling through the corridor, you can see the entire picture of Macragge's Glory.
The massive prow with its adamantium ram could be seen, as well as the stubby wings covered with sensor matrices and auguries.
You can also see the bright white light of the sun emitted by conventional plasma engines.
Walk around the glass corridor and through your own exclusive garden.
Guilliman could also observe the cathedral and the huge sculptures aboard the flagship Macragge's Glory and the armor surrounding it.
There is a plasma turret and macro cannon every few hundred meters. They are huge, and the black barrels look like the entrance to another dimension, making people feel like they are about to be swallowed.
Auspicious instruments, void shield generators, and Geller force field generators are integrated into tall towers made of metal and concrete.
There is such a tower at regular intervals, forming a complete array.
Further in the deep void, many ships of the expedition fleet were anchored and slowly revolving around the planet, on a very large scale.
Countless small shuttles and supply ships were shuttling back and forth between the giant battleships and the planet's atmosphere like bees in a hive.
All large warships kept a certain distance from the planet.
No matter how good the equipment is, warships over ten kilometers long are not allowed to get too close to a planet and must maintain a safe distance.
Otherwise, the gravity of the planet would tear the unevenly stressed Imperial warships into pieces.
The problem is not that the quality of the battleship itself is not up to standard, but that the gravity between the planets is uneven.
Individuals or landing craft are much less affected than warships.
The larger the warship, the greater the interference it will suffer when facing the gravity of the planet.
There is a boundary here.
When the scale reaches a certain level, the indicators of ships close to the gravity range of the planet need to meet certain standards.
The bigger the company, the more stringent the standards.
In the planet's gravity quagmire, if a warship more than ten kilometers long starts its thrusters, the skeletal structure will disintegrate because it cannot withstand the huge thrust brought by the thrusters.
If it reaches the size of the Sky Punishment Colossus, it will need to carefully calculate the effects of stellar gravity and celestial body gravity when entering a galaxy, otherwise it will be torn apart directly.
For this reason, Imperial warships generally do not directly enter the strong gravity influence range of the planet, and at most will only stay in low-Earth orbit.
At this time, many warships are docked in the planetary orbit of the Babu galaxy, taking advantage of this rare opportunity to replenish the dwindling fresh fruits and various foods in the Babu galaxy.
Those transport ships also had to do one thing, which was to harvest a batch of newly ripe food crops and send them to the expedition fleet.
According to Tiok, after the warp storm, Terra's transport fleet only comes once in a long time.
Guilliman guessed that Terra was probably in the midst of a food crisis at this time.
Bringing these grains with him will help further win over the hearts of the people of Terra.
By then, he only needs to assure the people of the Solar Empire that he will ensure the smooth flow of supplies, and he will probably be able to gather a large number of people.
Guilliman looked at the transport ships shuttling back and forth between the fleet and the planet for a while, then looked away and looked to another part of the starry sky.
The wreckage of the Babu Galaxy Guard Fleet and the Chaos Traitor Fleet was suspended in the void, blocking him and the red star of the Babu Galaxy.
The frost clouds and broken hulls that reflected the metallic luster were still floating in the void.
The Mechanicus's repair and rescue arks are recovering those wreckages that are still usable.
With precise calculations, the repair and rescue ark stood at the center of the wreckage.
Small operational aircraft equipped with industrial robotic arms shuttled back and forth among the wreckage, dragging the debris to the rescue ark.
The adamantium frames of Imperial warships are nearly indestructible.
As long as it does not encounter too terrifying firepower strikes or reactor chain explosions, it can be repaired and used repeatedly.
Some of the Empire's ships have even been repaired more than a hundred times.
Both the Empire and Chaos would repair each other's ships and put them back into battle.
Chaos ships are generally older and better models. For merchants and the Mechanicus, those abandoned Chaos ships are a rare treasure.
Those greedy creatures would use flamethrowers to sear the flesh aboard the ships, then call in some psykers and Ecclesiarchs to cleanse the cursed vessels.
Regardless of its origin, a warship is what merchants and adventurers want to get. It will greatly enhance their military strength and make them more confident in trading in the starry sea and exploring those secret ruins.
On the Chaos side, many warbands do not have sufficient logistical supplies.
It can be said that they had no supplies at all.
It became their normal practice to rob the Empire's ships.
They will even salvage lost Imperial ships from the Warp in order to replenish their fleets.
As long as they surrender to the Chaos Power, those polluted ships will not only not harm them, but will also become their help.
Guilliman doesn't like Chaos ships very much, they are too ugly.
All Chaos ships, without exception, have been polluted, and have grown flesh, eyes and other parts.
His response to this was to throw it back into the furnace, reforge it, and eradicate the influence of chaos.
Neither official nor private recycling is allowed.
Once discovered, those people’s privileges would be revoked and their ships would be destroyed.
The Empire does not need to worry about ship problems nowadays.
Under Kaul's leadership, the reform of the empire's industry has achieved considerable results.
When necessary, warships can be launched like dumplings.
Guilliman now has to control the production of new warships and gradually phase out old warships with poor performance, so that they can flow into the hands of civilians for use by adventurous merchants and explorers.
This will encourage the public to start a wave of exploration and allow humanity to continue to advance into other areas of the galaxy.
It can also cut down some unqualified warships and prevent the empire's finances from collapsing.
The biggest problem facing the Empire today is not the problem of battleships, but the problem of corruption and power in the Warp.
Therefore, Guilliman would naturally not repair and use those Chaos ships again.
Turn your eyes away from the Mechanicus's recycling and maintenance battlefield.
Guilliman looked into the depths of the starry sky, where there was a gorgeous ribbon running across the entire galaxy.
That is the huge rift that splits the Milky Way into two and runs through the universe.
Guilliman examined the ribbon, the light it shone from was sickening.
Fortunately, the Babu system is far enough away from the Big Rift.
The people here did not suffer too serious trouble.
Planets like those around the Great Rift are real nightmares.
People living on those planets dare not look up at the sky at will, otherwise they might see something they don't want to see.
Guilliman's mind recounted the ancient events described by the Dark Watcher.
This is a tragedy that has continued from the birth of the universe to the present day.
The Undead, the Old Saints, the Eldar, and even the Dark Watchers that he knew were all part of this tragedy.
Entire race was destroyed in the fight against the evil chaos that engulfed the entire universe.
Many civilizations once gained the upper hand.
Unfortunately, chaos often wins in the end.
The lifeless ones mocked and ridiculed the ruins and ashes of civilization.
Those civilizations either chose to surrender or be completely destroyed.
No civilization has ever won in the end.
Human beings today are just following the old paths of civilization.
The First Star Empire, which possessed many advanced technologies and was only one step away from ascension, declined because of this.
During the Long Night of darkness and chaos, the Emperor independently took on the task of fighting Chaos, established the Second Empire, and dedicated himself to it.
For ten thousand years, countless heroes have fought in the darkness, roared in despair, and rushed to death without hesitation, just to find the last glimmer of miracle.
“We are chasing a hopeless future,” Guilliman said quietly.
To be honest, it is not appropriate for such words to be spoken by an original being who possesses part of the soul of a time traveler and has a golden finger like a database.
Yet Guilliman still felt a tinge of despair.
Only foolish and ignorant people would think that chaos is vulnerable.
Over a long period of time, everything will decay, and only chaos will exist from beginning to end, which in itself is a manifestation of its horror.
The Star Gods master the laws of real physics, and the technological creations they create possess incredible abilities, such as being able to travel through time and space, and being able to reverse time to a small extent.
But even so, their fate was still to go to destruction. They fought in internal strife and were finally backstabbed and broken into pieces by the slave race they once controlled.
The ancient saints mastered the webway technology, which could create life and transform planets.
In a sense, they are already equivalent to gods.
The star gods were expelled by them several times.
But the ending is destruction in a crazy battle.
The Dark Watcher completed the path of ascension and gained near-immortality.
But what are they like now
So what if you are powerful or immortal
They are no longer what they used to be and are just barely surviving.
Today, human beings are only one step away from failure.
In the empire, superstition has overwhelmed reason, and the general public is ignorant.
They were groaning and crying in pain.
The Empire entered an era without hope, only blind faith in the Emperor.
Billions of lives gathered together, frantically begging for salvation.
Guilliman examined the ribbon. He would not show weakness.
This is his challenge and he will not back down.
He already has two new plans.
A plan to confront head-on.
A planned strategic shift.
He will find ways to go to other galaxies and other universes to develop the base of the empire.
Be flexible in moving forward and leave a way out.
Guilliman took a breath, trying to free himself from the troubled emotions.
This is not a short-term struggle, this is a long-term struggle.
He firmly believes that as long as he maintains a stable base, he will have the last laugh.
After calming down, Guilliman prepared to go back to work.
At this time, an electronic voice came.
A cherubim with metal wings, shaped like a child, flew along the glass corridor.
It has a humming anti-gravity suspension device and waving metal wings that can use air currents to keep it oriented.
"My lord, Lord Guilliman."
The metal jaw of the Cherubim kept closing and the sound of a horn came out of it, as if it was speaking to itself.
However, it was not the case. The Cherubim only brought Guidos' message.
"What's the matter?" Guilliman looked at the Cherubim and asked.
"I'm sorry to disturb you at work. The Great Sage Belisarius Cawl has sent you a message," Guidos said.
"I see. I will go down there sometime," said Guilliman.
"Yes, sir," said Guidos.
Guidos cuts off the communication.
The Cherubim's programs and databases were reset.
It looked up blankly, not knowing why it was here.
Soon, the correction process took effect.
It flapped its wings and flew towards the strategy room.
Guilliman looked at the Cherubim flying away but didn't pay much attention to it. This was a secret communication between him and Guidos.
After each call, there will be no backup.
Even their communications were independent of the battleship.
After taking a few more glances outside, Guilliman turned around and walked back to his strategy room, sitting back in his seat.
He spent a few minutes looking through his database.
It was found that there were no new problems that needed to be dealt with urgently.
Just some paperwork for him to read and approve.
Guilliman felt that these documents could be put on hold for a while, and in the meantime, he could do something else.
He stood up and walked out of the strategy room. The Glory Guards were faithfully performing their duties outside.
Sicarius paced back and forth like an ancient guard.
He watched with a wary eye the men and women passing by the Primarch's strategic room.
Even if the other party did not enter the strategic room, he was full of vigilance.
Any slackness is not allowed.
Especially after the last attack by the Alpha Warrior, Sicarius had become even more sensitive.
No one knows how those lunatics sneaked in and when they will take action.
It is best to always be vigilant.
Guilliman emerged from the Strategy Room.
Sicarius strode over and rushed to his master's side as quickly as possible.
"grown ups."
Guilliman nodded at the greeting, "I will proceed to the bottom of the hold."
Before going to receive Cawl's message, Guilliman planned to go to the prison where the demon was held.
See if we can get some information from those demons.
The Babu galaxy was influenced by Terra.
The overflow of Warp pollution made Guilliman very uneasy.
I hope there won’t be any problems with the Golden Throne.
He hasn't even made preparations to escape. If the golden toilet explodes, he will be doomed.
Under the escort of the Honor Guard and Sicarius, Guilliman walked to the entrance of the corridor leading to the exclusive elevator.
Two warriors wearing Terminator power armor kept their eyes on them.
It was not until Guilliman's figure walked out of the darkness into the bright light that they relaxed their vigilance and breathed a sigh of relief.
You can only enter here with the permission of your Lord Guilliman.
Otherwise, even if Kalga came, the guardians would expel him.
After passing the identity verification, the indicator light turned on and Guilliman stepped in.
Sicarius and others were waiting outside, waiting for Guilliman to come out.
Use the dedicated elevator to enter the dungeon area where the Demon Prince - Cherubel is imprisoned.
When he walked out of the elevator, Guilliman felt the icy coldness unique to the Warp as always.
Two exiled priests, with a gold-covered book containing the Emperor's prayer tied to their waists and a war hammer in their hands, saluted Guilliman.
Guilliman responded with a smile and a nod.
Those who dedicate themselves to the darkness just to pave the way for humanity to move towards light are all heroes worthy of Guilliman's respect.
Walking past the guards with solemn faces and determined eyes, Guilliman stepped towards Cherubel's prison.
The corridors are filled with various sacred prayers, the chanting of which continues day and night, and there are also shrines to the emperor that are wiped shiny with scented oils.
These things are all meant to suppress Cherubel's demonic nature.
Even during this period, Cherubel became extremely honest.
The guards did not dare to relax at all.
Demons are not stupid creatures, they are cunning and despicable enough.
They will show weakness to their enemies and show submission.
Wait until the right time to attack suddenly.
Many wizards and psychics were killed by the summoned demons.
It's because they feel they can control those demons.
The demon has plenty of time to wait for its enemy to show a weakness.
Any slackness may allow the devil to come back.
At the end of the corridor, Vincent Horn was waiting for Guilliman.
"grown ups."
"How is it doing?" Guilliman asked.
"Everything was normal and remained silent," said Vinsenhorn.
"Stay alert," said Guilliman. "Never let your guard down before these Unliving Ones."
"I understand," said Vincent Horn.
"Open the cell door."
The heavy door made of pure metal slowly opened, revealing the scene inside.
Imprisoned in a pure metal cell, the demon host was bound by chains and spikes and hung in the air.
Guilliman stepped inside, stepping into a metal chamber covered in sacred prayers.
When he reached the front of the demon host, Guilliman discovered that Cherubel was not asleep, but had its eyes open, as if it had anticipated Guilliman's arrival.
"Respected Son of the Emperor, great Primarch, wise Imperial Regent, sacred Lord Guilliman, your loyal servant - Cherubel is sincerely happy for your arrival. Are you here to obtain intelligence? Those despicable and shameless demons have collected some information for you. Will you allow me to report to you now?"
Cherubel, who had been beaten many times by Guilliman, had a fawning expression on his face.
"In fact, I prefer your previous rebellious and arrogant look." Guilliman said dimly.
"No, I have been conquered by the charm of the great Lord Guilliman, and I am willing to be your servant. That look is the contempt I would show to some stupid and low-level mortals. For the great Lord Guilliman, I will maintain twelve degrees of respect."
Cherubel said with the look of a loyal servant.
But in his heart he wished he could tear this hypocritical villain Guilliman into pieces.
He said the same thing last time.
The key point is that I believed it, and then I was beaten again.
This time, I'll come again.
Although I am not a human, you are also a real dog.
After all, he is the son of the curser, can't he just be a human being?
Guilliman looked at Cherubel's smiling face and felt embarrassed to take action.
Zhou Shuren of Gutai said it well: Don’t hit a smiling devil.
I feel guilty for beating someone who has been such a bootlicker.
"What happened on Terra?" Guilliman looked at Cherubel and asked straight to the point.
"Terra?" Cherubel was stunned for a moment, then quickly recovered. "Those demons didn't give me any news about Terra, sir."
"Used waste as always," said Guilliman.
"Lord Guilliman, you are absolutely right. Your loyal servant will convey it to you." Cherubel said with a smile and a dog-licking look on his face.
Last time he asked for the movements of the Four Gods, last time he asked for information about the Primarch, and this time he asked Terra again.
One at a time.
Why the hell don't you ask me to tell you all the secrets of the subspace
Despicable, sinister and filthy curser's own children.
When he is free one day, he will make this little thief live a life worse than death.