Seeing the system's reply, Guilliman was even more shocked.
Destiny Observation Principle?
I know that the other party has arrived at Terra, but I don’t know where the other party is!
This system is a bit...
"Are you fooling me
Auxiliary elves. "Guilliman said in a deep voice.
Host, don't think too much. The system adopts the principle of non-interference destiny observation, which can minimize the risk of being discovered. At the level of the multiverse, the law of reversibility is always in effect. If the system peeks into other lives, it is inevitable that it will be discovered by other lives. It is just a matter of time.
(?)?, in order to ensure that the inherited knowledge is not stolen, the system adopts the highest level of security measures, and only when the knowledge inheritance is given priority will the survival of the host be guaranteed.
"What a cruel thing to say. If the severe test of knowledge loss occurs, you will abandon me." Guilliman said with silent contempt in his heart.
Under current circumstances, the probability of such a crisis occurring is infinitely close to zero. Unless the multi-level life form uses its body to control the host and examine the host's soul, the system's hidden functions are sufficient to ensure the security of the database.
"What if such a crisis really happened?" Guilliman asked, "Will you abandon me?"
It is recommended that the host first consider whether he can survive such a crisis.
"So you will betray me?" said Guilliman.
This system is only a legacy of database knowledge and has no ability to protect the host. It is best to save the database away from the host.
"As expected, I have to save my life by myself." Guilliman complained in his heart.
The third-stage database has been opened, and the knowledge contained in it has already covered the shallow structure of time and the deep structure of space.
There is also the imaginary realm of subspace, which has no concepts of time and space.
If it is successfully digested, projects such as sub-universe and time anchor point can make substantial progress.
In order to fight against the gods, the application of time and space is indispensable.
Even if you are not fighting against the gods, you will need to use knowledge of time to fight against the undead.
Even the metal skeletons of the Undead have time technology in their hands.
For example, there is the Undead Overlord Orrikan, who has a 100% prediction success rate.
If the prediction is wrong, just go back and make sure the prediction is correct.
Just imagine, if humans want to deal with such an enemy, it is not enough to rely on guns and cannons alone, they also need some unusual things.
If you want to wipe out the space undead and have an equal dialogue with the star gods, you must have some knowledge of time and space, otherwise you will be fooled by them.
Guilliman reviewed the lore, then looked at the most pressing threat.
The war against the Undead has not yet been fully launched, so there is no need to worry too much.
The most important thing now is how to deal with the potential threat posed by the twins.
The Alpha Legion was the most special legion during the Great Crusade.
This Legion possessed twin Primarchs.
One is Alpharius and the other is Omega.
One light and one dark, they are also called twins.
It could also be schizophrenia.
After all, no one has ever really seen two primarchs appear at the same time.
There is too much fog surrounding the twins.
Guilliman had no way of getting the real answer based on the existing clues.
As for the twins, he actually didn't know much.
Alpharius was the first Primarch to return to the Emperor's arms.
Earlier than Horus.
When Horus was received on the warship by the Emperor, Alpharius hid in the crowd and watched his brother's return.
He witnessed the historic moment when most of the Primarchs returned to the Emperor's arms, and carefully concealed his identity until he thought it was time for him to appear, then he stepped dramatically to the forefront.
The four gods cast the Primarchs to different worlds.
The Emperor unexpectedly discovered that Alpharius had fallen on Terra.
He quickly brought it back to his secret place, killed the wanderers who saw Alpharius, and cleansed the memories of his men.
Only a select few knew of Alpharius's return.
Many believe that Alpharius was the last of the Primarchs to return.
But only the Emperor, the then Grand Marshal of the Guards, and the Imperial Chancellor, Malcador, knew that Alpharius had never left his father.
Alpharius knew a lot about Chaos that the Primarchs did not know, and he even understood it very well.
He was personally taught by the Imperial Chancellor Malcador how to hide secrets in order to succeed, and even become the secret itself.
Alpharius was once considered the greatest secret of the Empire.
Study and live in hiding from the eyes of the world, avoiding being hurt by the minions of the gods again.
The loss of the Primarch made the Emperor realize that the gods were still controlling the chess game behind the veil.
Only by keeping it secret can we protect Alpharius' growth.
To fight against the gods, you must hide your own cards and also find a way to figure out their cards.
Unfortunately, the Emperor lost.
No matter how good your card skills are, you can’t stand the conspiracy of the gods.
There is no good ending for gamblers.
Thinking of this, Guilliman reminded himself again.
Don't play the same game with the gods.
They play their games, and I play my own games.
Don't let the other party lead you by the nose.
When the opponent plays chess, he turns over the chessboard.
If the other party is cheating, you have to grab the cards.
If the other party is setting a trap, you have to just pull out your weapons and shoot them in the head.
Playing tricks with the gods is too tiring and does more harm than good.
No matter how you play in the opponent's field, you are bound to lose.
The best way to avoid losing is not to gamble.
Maybe it’s because of Alpharius, the Alpha Legion’s lurking ability is the strongest among all the chapters.
The Raven Guard and the renegade Night Lords are both skilled at stealth and infiltration.
But they were unable to surpass the Alpha Legion in the areas of lurking, disguise, and infiltration.
They have truly achieved the highest level of potential in the question of who am I and who am I.
During the siege of Terra, there were still quite a number of Alphas active inside the palace. You can imagine how terrifying these guys are!
This is a simple yet impossible thing to do.
Guilliman remembered a famous saying.
You never know if the person standing next to you is an alpha.
They are like the Hydra in ancient mythology.
If you chop off a head, two will grow back.
It is endless and cannot be completely eradicated.
Guilliman considered whether to prohibit everyone from wearing helmets within the palace grounds, and just show their faces.
After thinking about it, I decided to forget it.
This method is not very practical. Alpharius and Omega, two primarchs who are good at hiding, must have means to avoid inspection.
Making such a decision would only cause unnecessary panic to everyone in the palace.
“What are you going to do!
"Guilliman whispered, "To save those traitorous Primarchs? ? Or to assassinate the Emperor, or to assassinate me? ? "
During the Horus Heresy, the Alpha Legion was a schizophrenic group.
Jumping back and forth between loyalty and betrayal.
Rescued Corax and then destroyed the opponent's legion reconstruction plan.
Hunting down the Space Wolves, and secretly helping the White Scars stay away from danger.
He helped Horus steal the defense data of the solar system, but withdrew from the battlefield with the Alpha Legion soldiers.
It's simply a mysterious operation.
The loyalists couldn't understand it, and the rebels couldn't understand it even more.
Guilliman had some guesses.
Possibly related to Alpharius's contact with the Cult.
The Emperor had told Alpharius many secrets.
As the leader of Hydra, Alpharius knows even more than Ryan.
The secret of the Empire's founding, the Emperor's true enemy.
He even knew clearly the existence of the gods.
Alpharius was neither loyal to the gods nor was he interfering with the Emperor's plans.
The purpose is most likely to allow the emperor to sit on the Golden Throne and become a god.
What is sought may be pure destruction.
Let the Emperor gain the faith of mankind, and eventually form a crisis similar to the Eye of Terror.
Use a massive human demise to completely end the crisis in the subspace.
Guilliman did not make such a guess without basis.
After witnessing the power of the gods, some people like Erebus chose to surrender, while others like Khan, Sanguinius and others chose to fight back in order to secure a way to survive for humanity.
The former would inevitably create a universe ruled by gods.
People get so-called "eternity" in endless suffering.
The latter would bring about a very difficult road of struggle. It would be too difficult to defeat the gods with human power.
What's more, the power of the gods comes from human suffering.
If you want to win, the road of struggle is too difficult.
There are also some people who chose another way. Since humans cannot defeat gods, let gods defeat gods.
These people used various means to try to make the Emperor really die, and then make him a god in human belief.
This group of people are behind the rise of the state religion.
In addition to Alpharius, Lord Cypher, and some heroes active in the Empire in its early days may have been doing similar things.
Abaddon was able to obtain the magic sword, Drachanion, not just because of his ability.
Many people pushed him to obtain the magic sword and even planned thirteen expeditions.
The fall of the Cadia Fortress caused great blood loss to the Empire, but it also made the Emperor more active than ever before.
The Cursed Legion is dispatched everywhere.
"The truth is like a ball of thread hidden in the darkness. It is unclear and tangled. Forget it." Guilliman sighed and gave up his foolish decision to become Sherlock Holmes' apprentice, learn reasoning methods, and search for the truth.
The truth only matters to those who need it.
A true ruler has no need for truth.
All rulers need is control.
The truth is not the most important thing, it serves the purpose of control.
If the ball of thread can't be untied, split it.
For a ruler, solving the problem is the key, and the means are only a consideration in weighing the cost.
Guilliman wanted to see how long Omega and Alpharius could remain hidden.
He'll catch them.
The game of hide and seek is not that fun.
Guilliman concealed the fact that the twin Primarchs had arrived on Terra.
Only when the prey think they are still the hunter will they go deep into the forest and into the trap.
Otherwise, they will flee far away.
While thinking about how to capture the twins, Guilliman stood up from his seat and walked out of his own meditation room.
Sanguinius and Russ have also arrived.
He has to go and welcome him in person.
Just as he reached the door, the humming sound of a mechanical startup interrupted his plan.
The Cherubim, who had been sitting quietly on the bookshelf, flapped its wings and flew over.
Sicarius' voice came from the brass sound generator in its throat.
"Lord Vulkan wishes to see you, Your Majesty."
"Where is he?" Guilliman asked.
"He is currently waiting in Hall 1. Do you want to summon him?"
"No, I will go see him in person." Guilliman thought for a moment and then said, "Please notify the Custodians and the Grey Knights to receive Angron's cage, and let the Imperial media publicize the return of the two Primarchs, Sanguinius and Russ."
Calculating the time, Guilliman felt that after meeting Vulkan, he should be able to make it to the welcome party for Sanguinius and Russ.
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As the highest-ranking ruler of the Empire, Guilliman's life is not as comfortable as the world imagines.
He is very busy at work.
All the affairs of the empire, big or small, were left to him to handle.
He has to review the details of all the battles, big and small, in the galaxy.
If a mortal were to sit in this position, he would probably go crazy within a month.
The entire empire was too large.
It is beyond the control of the mortal mind.
In order to save more time to handle government affairs, Guilliman's meditation room is located in the Council Building within the palace.
Walking out is a wide corridor.
The guards saluted Guilliman.
"Your Majesty." Sicarius saluted Guilliman who came out of the meditation room.
Guilliman nodded, not caring about Sicarius's choice of words.
His coronation ceremony is imminent.
Changing the words ahead of time will also help with how they address you in the future.
Guilliman walked towards the executive hall to meet his brother.
The Legislative Building is very grand.
It is a marvel of municipal engineering and holds the central view of the Imperial Palace complex.
It is the core area of the empire and the center of its power, determining the life and death of millions of colonies.
Located deep inside the palace.
The building covers a vast area and millions of executives are active in it.
They were all recruited to handle administrative paperwork.
The building has millions of rooms, and corridors are like veins throughout its bones.
From the plain cubicles piled up, the boring offices of the clerical staff, to the halls built of marble and gold.
Guilliman walked along the brightly lit corridors, and could see great works of art from past generations displayed on both sides.
Thousands of robed scribes and clerks, accompanied by document-laden servitors and trotting attendants, hurried through the crowds.
Imperial officials handled the affairs of countless departments here.
The Legislative Building is no longer the stale and inefficient appearance of the past.
Scribes were no longer confined to cramped workrooms smelling of ink and musty paper.
The jumping information window moves with their movement. Except for the necessary documents and information that need to be recorded on paper by the machine slaves behind them, most of their work is done in the information window.
"A war report has come in from the Tagus Sector."
"The prices on Terra are not stable enough. There are too many people coming. We have urgently transferred supplies from fifty agricultural planets, but they still cannot meet all the needs. We need more supplies."
"The inspection reports of the staff involved in the ceremony have come out. Some of them have problems. Let them go, even if the problems are minor. We have to ensure that everything is foolproof."
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Guilliman's keen senses pick up on all sounds.
The entire legislative building is running, like the brain of a body, undertaking complex coordination tasks.
Sicarius and other Honor Guards and several Custodes guarded Guilliman.
Assassins with activated cloaking devices lurk in the shadows, alert for any unscrupulous individuals who try to get close to the Imperial Regent.
Vulkan was waiting for him in the hall.
When Guilliman walked in, the armored Fire Lord was looking at a painting of the Emperor and the Primarchs standing on a starship.
The Primarchs stand behind the Emperor, each one portrayed very vividly.
In front of the emperor is a floating star map.
Through the porthole next to it, you can see a powerful fleet in the void.
The ships all carried the emblem of a golden double-headed eagle.
"That is how people in later generations imagined the Great Crusade. They believed that we united to build the Empire, always following the Emperor and launching wars to destroy the enemy."
Guilliman spoke as he walked in.
"If they knew the real situation, they would definitely be disappointed. We basically all do our own things, and Chagatai is even more elusive." Vulkan turned his head and smiled.
“People always like to beautify things, and appropriate romance can boost their morale, so I put this painting here,” said Guilliman.
"You are superior to all of us brothers. The fact that you are close to mortals is enough to make us feel inferior."
"I have never dared to forget why I fight, nor will I forget why I was created." Guilliman walked to the side of the Fire Dragon Lord and stared at the painting in front of him with him.
"So do I," said Vulkan.
Guilliman placed a hand on Vulkan's shoulder plate. "I never doubted that either. Now, what is it that has caused you to come here in person to see me?"
At this, Vulkan looked towards Guilliman, his scarlet and emerald eyes fixed on his brother.
"I just want to ask about your assignment for me. I heard that you have assigned tasks to Chagatai, Dorn and others."
"Do you think I'm ignoring you?" Guilliman smiled.
"I don't dare to have such thoughts. I just feel confused." Vulcan said, "Maybe I'm not as good as them, so you didn't assign any tasks to me."
"No, brother, there is no one better than you. Your outstanding talents force me to carefully consider your position, Vulkan. There are several missions that are suitable for you, and I am thinking about which mission is more worthy of you to take charge of." Guilliman said, "We don't have much time, and these missions will take a long time. I must consider it carefully."
Vulkan said decisively: "Then leave it all to me. I have enough ability and confidence to complete them."
"The mental effort required is beyond imagination, and each one of them is related to the future of mankind. Are you sure you want to bear such great pressure, Vulkan?"
"The son of a fire dragon born on Nocturne is never afraid of challenges. The moment I was created, I was to bear the burdens that others could not bear."
Guilliman looked at Vulkan with a resolute face. "I know that the immortal Vulkan always lives to challenge unbearable burdens. If you really want to, then bear it, Vulkan. I need someone to supervise the project of forging demon-killing weapons, and someone to supervise the construction of sub-universes. The former is an important project for mankind to fight against demons and recapture the Eye of Terror, and the latter is the trump card for whether mankind can escape the war of gods. Such work does not have so many honors, but they are more important than war and have greater significance to mankind. Are you willing to accept such a task, Vulkan?"
"I have never lived for honor," said Vulkan.
During the Siege of Terra, Vulkan was always on Terra, but he was protecting the Emperor beside the throne, and was the last trump card of the Webway War.
When Magnus sneaked into the palace with the intention of assassinating the Emperor, it was Vulkan who blocked Magnus's attack.
His achievements were equally outstanding, not inferior to those of the several primarchs who defended the Imperial Palace, but the world knows very little about it.
But Vulkan didn't care.
The Son of the Fire Dragon is never bothered by things like honor.
They fight and struggle for the fire in their hearts.
Guilliman looked at Vulkan. "I know I was right, Vulkan. You will be my most valuable helper. Those traitors will cry like a fart because of your return. They will be disappointed to find that I have gained the full support of a beloved friend and brother."
"Come on, now, let us go and welcome the return of Sanguinius and Russ. I hope Russ will not blame us for our neglect. He is our most irritable brother."