Vulkan's words caused astonishment to appear on the faces of the seven company commanders.
The Primarch, who had been silent for a long time, asked them to prepare ships and go to Terra as the first thing they said to them.
No one asked about the situation on Nocturne or the Salamanders.
It was like he didn't care.
Prometheus, the captain of the first company and also the commander of the chapter, stood up. He knelt on one knee in front of Vulkan and looked at his genetic father sincerely.
Prometheus is the faith of Nocturne, the symbol of fire.
There is a strong emphasis on self-reliance, loyalty and self-sacrifice.
Each Chapter Master will inherit the name of Prometheus to symbolize the continuation of the spirit of the Salamanders Chapter.
Carrying hot metal and walking across scorching coals are common among the Salamanders' many punishments and trials.
Every warrior of the Salamanders Chapter bears a large number of ritual scars caused by brands and burnings.
This has become their specialty.
"My lord." Kneeling on one knee, Prometheus said sincerely, "You have returned to Nocturne for such a long time, but you have never spoken. You have been silently forging a crown that belongs to no one. When it was completed, you still ignored us and wanted to go to Terra. The Sons of the Fire Dragon need your leadership, My Lord Primarch. Before you go to that sacred home, I ask you to keep your eyes on Nocturne and listen to the voices of your people."
Vulkan stared at Prometheus, his eyes, one red and one green, as deep as the starry sky. No one could see what the Primarch was thinking at that moment through these eyes.
The only thing that could be felt was the terrifying power contained within the body that was mainly black and covered with red and green cracks.
It is like a volcano, suppressing unimaginable terrifying power.
Once all of them are unleashed, the world will be shocked.
Several company commanders also knelt on one knee in front of Vulkan.
They removed their helmets, and the smell of heat and sulfur rushed into their bodies through their unprotected nostrils.
The extraordinary organs work at full capacity, extracting oxygen from the toxic air to ensure the needs of the many organs in the huge body.
In this silent way, the company commanders requested their gene-father to focus on Nocturne first.
They have lost him for too long, and the Sons of the Fire Dragon hope that he can lead Nocturne to glory again.
"I will not lead the Salamanders anymore, boy." Vulkan looked around at these silent offspring, and he felt a sense of intimacy on their dark faces.
When Vulkan spoke, people felt a hot breath coming towards them.
But his words were very gentle, just like a terrifying fire dragon trying to speak to mortals in a kind tone.
"Why? My lord, we are absolutely loyal to you. Every son of the Fire Dragon is looking forward to your return. We have endured the grief of your leaving us for ten thousand years. The Beast Wars failed to return to Terra to see you in time, and several of our predecessors have lived with guilt and anxiety for the rest of their lives." Prometheus' tone was filled with horror. He stared at his genetic father, wondering why the other party said such cruel words.
"We all must be loyal to the true king." Vulkan raised the crown in his hand. The perfectly decorated crown sparkled in the sun. It was a crown that represented honor and power.
"Someone will be crowned king, take over the heavy responsibility, and lead all of humanity to launch the final battle against the gods. The scale of the battle that is about to break out is beyond imagination. It will be launched from all dimensions, and no one can stay out of it. From now on, we all have to fight for the final fate of this race. If your loyalty to me exceeds your loyalty to the new master of mankind, it will be the beginning of disaster and will make us lose the war."
Vulkan looked at his offspring, a hint of tenderness showing on his resolute black face.
He was well aware of the confusion and bewilderment of these heirs in front of him.
And now, he said he would abandon them.
Vulkan knew this was cruel, but it was the only way to save Nocturne and all of humanity.
These kids don’t understand the full picture.
They just make judgments based on their own loyalty.
"We all have our own missions. I will be my brother's subordinate and general. And your loyalty to him must exceed your loyalty to me, otherwise, the Horus Incident will happen again. We cannot let this fragile civilization kill each other again, child. Go, prepare the ship to Terra. The grand coronation ceremony cannot be without the Fire Dragon Son of Nocturne."
Prometheus knelt on one knee and looked at his genetic father, and saw only determination in the other's eyes.
He opened his mouth but nothing came out.
It is impossible for the Salamanders, Nocturne and Vulkan to return to the relationship they had during the Great Crusade.
Every Chapter does this.
Loyalty to the Empire is more important than loyalty to one's genetic father.
No one can cross this red line, otherwise it will lead to unrest and distrust.
What would happen if a vassal had an army that was loyal to him and not to the Empire
The supreme authority of the Lord of mankind will be weakened.
Such signs will be like termite holes on a dam. The poison of distrust will slowly spread, eating away at the solid and magnificent dam, and floods will easily swallow it up.
"I understand, my lord." Prometheus lowered his head, a hint of sadness in his tone.
He stood up, and several other company commanders followed suit.
They knew they could not change the Primarch's decision.
Prometheus sighed, turned and left.
He went to dispatch ships to Terra for the Primarch, and he also needed to take the Son of the Dragon to Terra.
If the Salamanders do not participate in the new emperor's coronation ceremony, it will undoubtedly be a challenge to his supreme authority.
After his offspring left, Vulkan once again turned his attention to the crown in his hands, holding it carefully.
Exquisite patterns cover the entire crown, perfect to the point.
This crown can be said to be the best product he has ever made.
Its material is not ordinary iron, but a mysterious substance extracted from the warp.
It comes from the most essential things of those loyal heroes, their indelible loyalty and faith.
Vulkan forged this visible crown from invisible objects.
Only a true king can wear it and unleash its power and might.
After putting the crown away, Vulkan looked out at the massive Mount Doomsday volcano complex.
The hot scarlet magma continued to erupt, and the lava with a sulfur smell turned into flowing rivers that flowed in the valleys between the volcanoes. The scarlet light was reflected from the rivers and was swallowed by the black obsidian.
Such landforms are like the people of Nocturne. In their dark bodies, there are endless flames that will never cool down.
Nocturne had shaped him, shaped the Salamander.
But Vulkan also knew that he belonged not only to Nocturne, but to all mankind.
His every move should be based on the interests of all mankind, not just the interests of Nocturne.
The Sons of Horus are loyal to Horus above and beyond the Emperor and Mankind.
Magnus turned his back on the Emperor's final salvation for the Thousand Sons.
These actions have brought unimaginable disasters.
To continue accepting the allegiance of the Son of the Fire Dragon in the name of the Primarch would be to sow the seeds of further disaster in the future.
When betrayal does not occur, everyone is loyal.
Only when betrayal occurs will the world know who is pretending to be loyal.
Just like Horus.
No one knows who is necessarily loyal.
Every living thing has a fickle soul that shapes its worldview based on what it knows.
Military power should be in the hands of only one person, the new Lord of Mankind.
No one knows who will be the next Horus.
Humanity can no longer afford a new Horus Heresy.
"Let the past go. Only by letting go can we embrace the future." Vulcan whispered, "Broken steel can only be renewed after undergoing a new shaping and high-temperature quenching."
The empire is like broken steel; patching it up will only make it more fragile.
It is better to melt and recast it so that it can become sharp and hard again.
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The huge dome is built of layers of basalt and diamond.
The hatch below slowly opened after the visitor entered the genetic key.
The hum of machinery and the hiss of hydraulic devices mixed together, and the scarlet light of the killing field slowly faded away to avoid accidental injuries to friendly forces.
Led by Prometheus, Vulkan entered the interior of the battleship.
This is a mobile black fortress.
It was forged on the Imperial Forge World and handed over to the Salamanders to become their exclusive mothership.
The Empire's casting technology for Celestial-class battleships has become more and more sophisticated, and efficiency has also improved significantly.
As long as there are enough resources, you can build like crazy.
This is the worst of times. A great rift stretches across the galaxy, and unprecedented monsters of the old night roam the void, waiting to devour unsuspecting travelers at any time.
Storms rage in the Warp, and ambitious wizards harness the monsters and powers within it with reckless abandon.
The gods' influence on the real universe is also unprecedented.
Some older beings also awakened from their slumber, or broke free from the terrible seal and returned to this universe.
This was also the best era. The empire had countless warships, and new worlds were discovered and conquered every day.
Humanity's control over the galaxy has reached an unprecedented level.
At the current rate, it will only take another fifty years for humans to completely control every planet in the galaxy.
The resources of the entire galaxy will be at the service of humanity.
Humans have become the undisputed overlords of the galaxy.
New scientific theories are proposed or confirmed every day.
For the first time, humans have the opportunity to escape from their native universe.
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The huge ship that Vulkan boarded was called the Fire Dragon.
The name was obtained after Prometheus summoned the other six captains for a heated debate.
The Fire Dragon is extremely large, with a surface area comparable to that of a continent.
It has foundries, assembly plants, boot camps, and logistics cities.
It also has an ecosystem that can complete its own cycle.
Capable of feeding billions of people without any logistics support.
The Fire Dragon is a mobile military fortress and colonial warship.
If humans are able to go beyond the Milky Way one day, such celestial warships will be the vanguard of development.
Even Vulkan, who had witnessed the Great Crusade, when the Emperor still walked the stars, and the might of the Imperium's military, could not help but sigh in admiration at the sight.
"The empire of today is completely different from the empire of the past."
Guarding the Fire Dragon celestial battleship is a magnificent fleet whose scale far exceeds people's imagination.
Vulkan looked out of the porthole.
The entire starry sky is occupied by a huge number of ships.
Everywhere you look, you can see giant steel beasts forged by humans, all lying in space, ready to use their fangs to tear apart any enemy who dares to offend humans.
The light emitted by conventional plasma engines and celestial force field engines is like the suns carried on those ships.
What amazed Vulkan even more was that such a terrifying military force belonged to only one regiment, the Salamanders.
It is true that the Salamanders are the founding parent group.
But this regiment is just an insignificant branch in the current empire's huge military system.
If we focus on the entire empire, we will realize how terrifying the military power the empire possesses will be.
This kind of military force is many times more terrifying than that during the Great Crusade.
Realizing that all this was thanks to Guilliman, Vulkan smiled.
With such a powerful military force, humans are able to sweep across the world.
Conquering the galaxy is as easy as taking something out of your pocket.
As long as there is no internal strife like the Horus Heresy in the past, the rise of humanity is unstoppable.
Giving up the allegiance of one's offspring was the right thing to do.
This empire does not need two voices.
"Let us sail," said Vulkan. "Let us sail to Terra."
Prometheus, who was standing next to Vulkan, nodded and ran his hand over the emerging control panel.
The order to set sail was transmitted to various departments via the data center.
Power was injected into the engine room, and a slight tremor spread from the power energy pile in all directions, passing through the metal structure and transmitted to the human body through the steel boots.
Vulkan's terrible hearing could hear all the humming of the ship's machinery.
These sounds merged into the never-ending mechanical hum of the huge Celestial-class battleship, summarizing the various sounds made by the crew.
Propulsion flames spurted out from the rear of the hull, and then people felt a gentle push on their chests.
The force field engine also started working, twisting a huge force field channel for the ship.
Prevent celestial-class battleships from being torn apart by space tension due to acceleration.
Driven by the combined power of conventional engines and force field engines, the celestial-class battleship, which looked like a satellite, was quickly accelerated to 1% of the speed of light.
Around it, the other ships of the fleet also accelerated.
All the ships' engines were running, perfectly maintaining the fleet's formation.
A large area of distorted space and time appeared in the void.
That is the trajectory of the Salamander battleship fleet's movement.
At the edge of the galaxy, a huge crack has opened.
The light of the Warp shines from it.
The Fire Dragon's navigation network has been connected to the lighthouse system, and the real-time position has been updated
Entering the subspace.
Destination updated - Humanity's Sacred Homeland - Terra
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As news of Guilliman's impending ascension spread like a hurricane to every world in the Imperium.
It caused tremors in the local area that were no less severe than an earthquake.
This news was so explosive that many people thought someone was spreading rumors at first.
It was not until I confirmed it several times that I dared to believe it was true.
The Ten Thousand, the most loyal to the Emperor, as well as special departments such as the Sisters of Battle and the Sisters of Silence, have all openly expressed their support for the Imperial Regent.
Several living saints appeared throughout the empire.
They conveyed the Emperor's will to the world.
Guilliman, the Imperial Regent, is the destined second Lord of Mankind.
With so many statements and support, the shock of the news did not cause the empire to tear apart.
Nowadays, there is basically no voice opposing Guilliman in the Empire.
The group of people who had previously used the records in the book History of the Emperor Sanguinius to attack the Imperial Regent were confirmed to be followers of Chaos after investigation.
Their main goal is to destabilize the empire.
They cheer for their evil master.
It caused some chaos, but it also helped the empire find the pests hidden within it.
Many disguised officials were exposed and received due punishment.
Cleared up the chaos in the empire.
In those situations where the so-called struggle between the two factions had failed and a large number of anti-Imperial elements had been captured and executed, those who still dared to publicly express their opposition to Guilliman were undoubtedly declaring to others that they were believers of Chaos.
Those cunning traitors would never do that.
They would simply stay in the shadows, waiting for the next opportunity to strike at Guilliman and shake the Imperium to its foundations.
There is no need for others to do so.
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Many people traveled to Terra from all over the galaxy to witness the coronation ceremony of the second ruler of the Empire.
The Empire controls millions of planets and is the largest political power in human history.
The number of his people is incalculable.
It's impossible to get a clear count.
This is still the case even with the statistics from Shen Nao.
In the vast empire, the number of people dying and being born every moment is so terrifying that it has become a luxury to fully count the population of the empire.
Just sorting out the number of worlds controlled by the empire and arranging their positions in the imperial division of labor system is already a huge workload.
Having to worry about how many residents each planet has is a nightmare for the Ministry of the Interior.
Only a select few dare to travel across the stars to Terra to witness the coronation.
Even though the safety factor of subspace navigation has increased dramatically today, there are still only a few people who dare to leave the planet.
Humans are always small-scale creatures.
Get used to living in a place that you are familiar with.
However, this small number of people has already filled up the most critical subspace channels within the empire.
Every day, the key shipping nodes in and out of Terra are operating at overload.
Those spaceports are flooded with requests every moment for supplies and access to the port.
Officials were so exhausted from coordinating the ships that they had to resort to doping to keep working.
But they didn't dare to complain too much about it.
The ascension of the new emperor will be the most exciting and grand event in the empire in ten thousand years.
No one dared to interfere.
Otherwise, you will definitely face the wrath of the Inquisition.
During this long ten thousand years, the empire was stagnant, just like the emperor sitting on the golden throne.
The huge gears stopped turning the moment the Emperor was seriously injured and sent to the Golden Throne.
With the emergence of the new emperor, the gears of the empire's destiny will start turning again and rolling forward.
This is a major event worthy of being recorded by future generations.
Anyone who can participate in it will feel the heaviness brought by the glorious history of mankind.
This journey will be an event worth remembering for a lifetime.
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After the White Scars learned that the Primarch - Jaghatai returned on the 500th world of Ultramar.
Many White Scar warriors were eager to meet their genetic father.
They piloted their warships from all directions to the Primarch's route back to Terra, just to meet up with Jaghatai.
Considering the authority of the new emperor upon his ascension to the throne, Chagatai, who was well versed in the art of ruling, was also well aware that the White Scars Chapter was no longer exclusive to him.
The white eagles of Chogoris have one and only one object of absolute loyalty.
That is the new Emperor of the Empire, Guilliman.
This is the best way to avoid a repeat of the Horus Heresy.
Jaghatai rejected the chapter's offer of personal loyalty to him and told them to pledge allegiance to the Emperor of the Empire.
This made many White Scars warriors sad, but under the persuasion of the Father of Genes, they accepted the established outcome.
Jaghatai refused his sons' offer of allegiance, but he accompanied the White Scars to Terra.
It would be much safer to escort Mortarion that way.
And it will also be possible to reach Terra faster.
The White Scars' ships are much faster than those of other forces.
They pursue only one word, that is, fast.
Combat skills must be fast, and warships must be even faster.
Jaghatai's journey to Terra was unusually smooth. The demons could only howl outside the Geller force field, but were unable to break the force field and rescue the imprisoned Daemon Primarch.
There was nothing they could do except rage in impotence.
Thanks to the proud identity of Primarch Jaghatai and the important mission of escorting the Demon Primarch Mortarion, the space ports along the way gave the green light to the ships of the White Scars Chapter.
It took Chagatai only half the time to reach Terra.
The news of Chagatai's return once again aroused the excitement of the people of Terra.
After the Imperial Regent took control of the empire, miracles continued to appear like mushrooms after rain.
The construction of a lighthouse network, the popularization of celestial-class battleships, Primaris warriors, the Astra Militarum armed to the teeth, and so on.
Now, those Primarchs who were lost in history are returning one by one.
Just like a myth repeating itself, the gods of war created by the Emperor returned one by one.
Under Guilliman's management and efforts, the Empire, which had suffered heavy losses and was only one step away from death, not only returned to its peak, but also broke through to a whole new level.
In the minds of many people, the small Milky Way can no longer satisfy the human empire.
The great human race needs more territory and a more vast starry sky.
Under the leadership of Guilliman, they will create a greater legend and accomplish great deeds that will amaze future generations.
One day, the entire galaxy will be at their feet.
Human beings will create the most powerful regime since the birth of the universe.
Just being the Imperial Regent has created so many miracles.
If he becomes the true emperor of the empire, what kind of miracles will Guilliman create
This makes many people look forward to it.
They longed for Guilliman to bring more miracles and lead them to create a more glorious future.
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The welcome ceremony for Chagatai was far less grand than when Guilliman returned to Terra. After all, people were looking forward to the coronation ceremony in a few months.
Many departments are busy with this.
It is difficult to spare the troops to organize a grand welcoming ceremony.
However, Guilliman brought many important figures from the empire to welcome Chagatai, and the scale of the event was beyond the reach of ordinary people.
The meeting of the two loyal Primarchs on Terra brought many officials to tears. They were trying to regain the honor they had lost. Humanity was no longer the old and declining regime.
A grand banquet to welcome Chagatai was held in the palace.
Before starting, Guilliman chose to walk with his brother.
On the walls of the palace, two giants walked side by side.
The guards wearing heavy armor of the Iron Cavalry style followed behind them, and several Royal Guards also acted as guards to prevent the two loyal Primarchs from being attacked here.
The Imperial Regent has achieved unprecedented feats, rivaled only by the Emperor.
But the rebellious forces in the empire have always been surging undercurrent.
The gods will not pass up the opportunity to drag humanity into their terrible kingdom, and will certainly try every means to stop Guilliman.
Those who claim to see through the truth of the universe will also follow their disgusting masters to obstruct the rise of the empire in every possible way.
Find a way to let their god rule the real universe.
"It has been more than 10,000 years since we last walked side by side. Time flies, and everything has passed so quickly." Guilliman said: "It makes me sad to think of our failures in the past. At that time, we were only one step away from success. Who would have thought that Horus would destroy everything in just a dozen years."
"Yes, after centuries of expeditions, we finally saved humanity from the horrific crisis brought about by the Old Night Age, but it was shattered by Horus' betrayal." Chagatai was also filled with emotion.
In the past, the empire was extremely glorious, and all the aliens were killed, even the orc emperor was beheaded.
It is difficult to find a force in the starry sky that can rival humans.
Everyone believes that mankind is about to usher in an unprecedented era of prosperity.
Who would have thought that Horus's rebellion would come so suddenly.
As the Emperor's most trusted Primarch, Horus, as Warmaster, controls the military might of the Imperium.
His rebellion plunged half of the Imperium into war, and half of the Primarchs defected to Chaos.
The harm caused by that war was far greater than any enemy.
The newly established human empire fell apart.
Let the emperor's efforts come to naught.
"This is a new opportunity." Guilliman pointed to the revitalized city of Terra. It was night time, the lights illuminated the entire sky, and the flow of traffic continued. Even at night, the city was full of vitality.
The night life is equally rich.
After a tiring day, people gather in groups of two or three to go to familiar entertainment venues, such as bars, restaurants, or places like virtual reality to relax.
They lead a dull and tedious life of an ordinary person, devoting themselves to work day after day.
The wealth they create will enable the entire human civilization to complete the final transformation.
This is a time that needs everyone.
We need warriors, we need scholars, we need workers.
Everything is so orderly.
"This is indeed an unimaginable feat, Guilliman, you are far superior to all of us." Chagatai looked at the prosperous city of Terra. Even ten thousand years ago, it would be difficult to reach the prosperity of today.
"Are you sincere, Jaghatai?" Guilliman looked at Jaghatai, who was as tall as himself, and asked, "Do you really think so?"
"It is absolutely true, Your Majesty." Chagatai changed his address, his eyes firm, "The future you created may be the best choice for mankind. I am shocked by everything you have created, those magnificent fleets, those powerful armies, and those complex but fair systems."
Guilliman stared at Jaghatai, judging the sincerity of his words from his gaze.
Didn't see a trace of deception.
"I'm not perfect, Chagatai, and perhaps you shouldn't make a decision so quickly."
"It's already better than most people. No one else would be able to do this," Chagatai said.
"Do you truly support me?" Guilliman asked the most important question.
Chagatai nodded.
Guilliman smiled. "Thank you for your trust. Perhaps you should know something. Seeing the darkness and twists behind this prosperity, we may be able to reduce the possibility of disagreements in the future."
Chagatai looked confused.
Guilliman waved his hand and a safety-verified hovercraft landed in front of him.
"Let's go, there are some things you need to know." said Guilliman.
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Every city has a huge core building called the God's Brain.
The wriggling giant human head stores all the information of the city and perfectly coordinates the allocation of resources and production tasks.
By using such technology, human cities have achieved a different kind of intelligence.
There is also such a Shennao building in the imperial palace.
It is more advanced and stores more data.
Guilliman led Jagatai into the divine brain building of the imperial palace.
The huge building covers a vast area, with a large number of mechanical equipment placed on each floor, connected by thick energy pipes and data cables.
Mechanic Priests and Technologists maintain these devices here.
Most of the empire's data and information are stored here.
All information that can be stored in this way can be found here.
Data that is not allowed to be stored using bioelectronic information can only be found in the great libraries guarded by the Custodians and the Grey Knights.
In the core area of the Shen Nao building.
A large number of information windows are suspended in the air.
Chagatai possessed an ability to digest information far beyond that of ordinary people. He could read and understand information in just a few seconds that would take others days to fully digest.
But when he walked into the data center and saw the massive amount of data, he still felt dazed.
Even an extraordinary brain cannot process so much information in such a short period of time.
"What do you want to tell me?" Chagatai asked in confusion.
With a wave of his hand, Guilliman moved several holographic windows in front of Jaghatai.
Human Purebred Genetic Organ Research Project
Primaris Improvement Data Collection
Primaris Battlefield Data Report
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Jaghatai looked at Guilliman, who nodded and motioned for him to read the report.
This work did not take long.
Chagatai finished reading it.
His brows furrowed slightly, and the confusion in his eyes was replaced by fear.
When Jaghatai realized what Guilliman had done, he looked up at him.
"You really did that?" Chagatai said, "Using pure human gene seed to replace the original gene seed?"
"Yes, all gene-seed has been replaced, including mine," Guilliman said calmly.
"Does anyone know about this?" Chagatai looked at Guilliman as if he were a madman. Such behavior was tantamount to playing with fire.
"Including you, there are three people who know. Even the Tech-Priests involved in this work don't know." Guilliman smiled and said, "I have specially implanted a correction program in the Heart of the Empire. The gene seeds of the Primaris warriors implanted in the Heart of the Empire are all composed of pure human genes."
After several meetings, Guilliman's Heart was officially changed to the Heart of the Empire.
Less personal touch.
Let the soldiers accept it better.
Make them feel that they are serving the Empire and the Emperor of the Empire, rather than simply serving the Grand Lord of Ultramar - Guilliman.
A name has different considerations, and it is necessary to take people's emotions into consideration and reduce their resistance.
"Do the other brothers know?" Chagatai said.
"You are the first to know." Guilliman stared at Jaghatai and said seriously, "I think you are the most likely ally for me to win over, because you are the most rational one among them, and you know what the human race needs."
"The time of the Primarch has passed. Humanity can no longer suffer because of the greed of the gods. Nothing is eternal. Even I will one day withdraw from the rule of the Empire and hand it over to more capable successors."
Chagatai was silent for a long time. What Guilliman did undoubtedly erased the last trace of the Emperor.
The Space Marines are the Emperor's greatest gift to humanity.
They have protected humanity in this dark universe for ten thousand years.
Now, they were renamed Primaris Warriors, and even the traces of the Emperor's transformation in their bodies had almost disappeared.
"What do you use as their anchor? You should know that the reason why the Primarchs were created is that our father hoped that the Legion would have an anchor to control those irreversible genetic mutations." Chagatai asked.
"The Heart of the Empire, the Heart of the Empire brings together all genetic technologies, and it contains the genetic program of mankind. The Heart of the Empire is like a dam on a river, controlling the genes so that they will not break free from their constraints." Guilliman slid his hand, and another information window appeared in front of Chagatai.
Reading the information inside, Chagatai knew that Guilliman had already made all preparations.
Implanted from the Heart of the Empire into the purebred genes of humanity.
Every move has been calculated, and now I tell myself that the game is already decided, and I just hope to get the support of the Primarch as much as possible.
"I can't find any reason to object," Chagatai said. "You have made all the arrangements, what else can I say?"
"I wonder if you support me?" Guilliman asked.
Jaghatai looked at Guilliman and said, "I will pledge my loyalty to you, brother. You are the new Emperor and ruler of the Empire. I support your decision. Perhaps the era of the Primarch should really be over. We cannot always look to the past, or we will not be able to spread our wings into the future."
Guilliman smiled, and placed his hand on Jaghatai's shoulder. "I knew I could trust you, Jaghatai. You will always be the more reasonable one among us, and the people of the Imperium will cheer you. When we strike the final blow against the traitors of the Eye of Terror, those damn fools will be terrified by the revenge of the Chogorith Eagle, and Abaddon will weep like a fart."
"You exaggerate." Chagatai said with a smile.
"No, Jaghatai, you don't know how important you are to me. Just like a sailing ship needs wind, a swimming fish needs the ocean, I need your help, Jaghatai." Guilliman said: "Let's talk while walking, some things require a heavyweight figure to take charge, in order to stop the destruction of those demons."
"For example?" Chagatai asked.
"Build a tunnel or something." Guilliman said, "Those damned demons are now trying to stop the Empire from building anything."
"The devil is stopping the empire from building tunnels?" Chagatai felt like his brain was not enough.
The behavior patterns of Warp Demons are unpredictable.
But it is a bit strange to stop the construction of the tunnel, right?
"Of course, the location for the tunnel is somewhat special," Guilliman added.
Looking at Chagatai's confused and questioning eyes, Guilliman smiled and added the rest of the words.
"The tunnel is built deep in the subspace. I found that the universe is like an island on the sea, and the subspace is the air and ocean that includes the island. As long as we can build a road, we can continuously deploy troops to other universes."
"I have made a plan. After solving the minor problems of the Undead, the Orcs, and the Eye of Terror, we will launch a new expedition to the outside of the Milky Way and other universes at the same time. Humans need to constantly expand their living range in order to survive better. Only in this way can we completely defeat the gods."
"The threat we are facing now is only a part of them. Even if we defeat their minions, it will be useless. As long as the foundation is still there, they will have an endless stream of minions. Only by completely cutting off their roots and expelling them from the territory of human life can we eliminate future troubles."
Jaghatai stared at Guilliman, shocked by his words.
He had fought in the Warp for many years, so he knew that the horror of the gods was not just their ability to corrupt.
The gods are like weeds. They cannot be burned by wildfires but will grow again in the spring breeze.
This is also the reason why many civilizations cannot defeat the gods.
Those civilizations can win countless times.
It is enough for the gods to win only once.
He just didn't expect that Guilliman had also seen through the true nature of the gods and planned to fight a multi-universe-level battle with those terrifying guys.
This is much crazier than the Emperor!
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