"Are you sure?" asked Xilego.
To be honest, he was the most anxious person around Guilliman, wanting to take action against the Chaos Gods.
Slaanesh always desires to devour all Eldar souls.
Whether it is mortal life or gods, they are all on the opponent's devouring list.
The conflict between him and chaos was destined to be irreconcilable.
"We have a good chance of winning. If a war breaks out, our chances of winning are more than 90%."
Guilliman had already made targeted arrangements and reinforcements for the various problems of the Eye of Terror.
“Ninety percent.”
Eldrar, Qianmian, Yin Fulan and others looked at each other.
Obviously, Guilliman's answer surprised them greatly.
There is a 90% chance of retaking the Eye of Terror.
It's something they can't imagine.
You must know that the place where the Great Fall of the Eldar occurred was when the Eldar Empire was at its most powerful.
But it was destroyed in the awakening of Prince of Pleasure.
Countless Eldar worlds were transformed into demonic lands, and countless people either died or were transformed.
Over the years, let alone recovering those demon planets and restoring the glory of the Eldar Empire.
Just protecting the Webway and preventing demons from entering their Arkworld through the Webway is already a very difficult task.
Guilliman waved his hand, and a clear holographic projection was played.
What is displayed inside is the situation of Mars and several large forging worlds.
A large number of machines were packaged and sent into carriers and space elevators by giant robotic arms. They were then sent into low-Earth orbit by the space elevator, loaded onto warships, and prepared to be transported to the designated planet.
In addition to these, there are also some pictures of the Necrons and their unique pyramids.
The leader of the dynasty that surrendered to the empire, King Sotai, has unified many dynasties with the help of the empire.
Guilliman never let them participate in the war.
Here's why.
The Necrons are the most resistant to the Warp.
Any whispers and corruption will have little effect on them.
After private discussions with Cawl, the Necrons were eventually used as workers to repair the Great Rift and the Eye of Terror.
"King Sotai has already deployed anti-subspace devices on various worlds affected by the Great Rift. The principle of this device is similar to their exorcism dead zone, but it is not as powerful. It will only affect those creatures that rely too much on the subspace, that is, demons."
"This device will slowly suppress the power of the Warp, allowing the physical laws of the real universe to be repaired, thus closing the Great Rift."
Guilliman slid the projections while looking at Silego and the others and spoke.
"As the species most capable of perceiving the Warp, I have something for you to do."
"What's the matter?" Xilego asked.
"I need you to assist King Sotai to better complete the repair work and heal this rift." Guilliman said, "The Undead have no sense of the energy of the Warp. They can only rely on machinery to determine the location of those rifts. You Eldar are different. You can clearly sense the energy gushing out of those rifts. For this reason, your cooperation is the most suitable."
"I have considered letting psychics do this, but the problem is that today's psychics use subspace energy filtered by firewalls. Their mental powers are protected, and some of their perceptions will be blocked by the firewalls, which may lead to negligence."
Let former enemies work together.
Only Guilliman has the courage to say it.
If someone else said it, I'm afraid the matter would be over immediately.
It will also lead to war.
The conflict between the Eldar and the Undead is extremely serious.
Gods like Xilego once fought with the Space Undeads and others until they were bloody.
Now they have to work together!
However, no Eldar prophet refuted.
Even Xilego did not directly object.
Even the Necrons have chosen to submit to Guilliman.
The Void Dragon is still lying on the other's shoulder, as obedient as a pet.
It is definitely not a wise thing to discuss the long-standing wars and grudges between the two races in front of each other.
"I'm a little worried." Xilego said, "The Undead may not be willing to join forces with us."
Guilliman waved his hand.
"I have already considered this. King Sotai swore that he would never mention the feud between your two tribes."
After hearing this, Xilego thought about it and seemed to have no excuse to object.
He looked at the other Eldar seers.
Want to see if they have a different opinion.
There was no expression of resistance or reluctance on the faces of Eldrar, Yin Fulan and others.
"In that case, the elves will definitely follow your majesty's orders and complete this task." Xilego said.
Even a god like Xilego would feel tremendous pressure to question an unprecedented king.
After getting the promise from Silego, Guilliman also made his own promise.
"After the Great Rift is healed and the Eye of Terror is reclaimed, the next phase of the Imperium will be to free the trapped souls and gods of the Eldar, and to help you resolve the fate of your souls falling into the hands of the Chaos Gods after death."
Guilliman's words made many Eldar prophets and Silogo smile.
After discussing some more matters regarding the Cadia battlefield, the meeting ended.
Everyone bowed in turn, left the meeting room, and returned to their strategy room or rest room.
Guilliman sat in his seat, tapping his fingers on the table, and gave a brief review of the meeting just now.
After confirming that nothing was missing, he stood up and closed all data windows.
He refused the company of Sicarius and Valanno, and walked along the glass corridor alone into the garden that belonged to him.
After a busy day, it is very necessary to take a short break and shift your attention to other places.
As the ruler of the Empire, Guilliman enjoys the support of the entire Empire.
His garden is filled with rare flowers from all over the galaxy.
Tracked servitors and suspended servoskulls used their mechanical arms to tend to the flower seeds.
Some servants also moved around, taking care of the flowers and plants.
When they saw Guilliman, they all saluted.
"Go out."
Guilliman waved his hand to all the servoskulls and servitors, as well as those servants responsible for gardening, to go out directly.
Wandering alone in the garden.
The scale of this private garden is not small, it is equivalent to an imperial park.
Guilliman strolled in the garden, the cold air made his mind clear a lot.
Only in such silence could he calm down and think about his own essence and what kind of existence he really is.
He is a mortal.
The memories of the mortal souls in the other world still remind him of his weakness and powerlessness as a human being.
He was also constantly encouraged to find the way back as soon as possible, and strive to stage a scene where the God of War returns and an army of tens of billions rushes to the scene at a single command.
The only pity is that he was not married before he traveled through time and was a thirty-year-old magician.
This meant that he was destined not to have a daughter who slept in a pigsty and ate bran.
It's somewhat of a pity.
He is still a Primarch.
Forged by the Emperor with the help of mysterious technology and materials from the Warp, it possesses terrifying power that even the gods in mythology do not have.
His warp essence grants him eternity.
That is literally immortality.
This is something that many living beings pursue.
They are always afraid that their short life will come to an end and feel reluctant to leave.
Guilliman would not have such worries, as he would not die unless he was killed.
He can live until he gets tired of it.
Each Primarch is an artificially created immortal.
In the end, he is still a god, a king
The power of command and the power left by the Emperor made him transcend the mortal world and easily defeated any enemy who tried to stop him.
Whether it's those demons or gods like Xilego, he can easily win.
He also controls countless Imperial Navy, Astartes, Astra Militarum, and Imperial subjects who fanatically support him.
His will is enough to make the stars tremble.
His will is enough to strike fear into all things.
As long as he gives an order, countless people will be loyal to him and sacrifice their lives.
Guilliman stood beside the porthole, staring at the countless warships floating in the air, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.
Even if he possesses such powerful power.
He still feels confused.
Seeing the mortals who had given their lives to win the war, and the staggering, emotionless casualties, Guilliman had wondered if he was worthy of sacrificing those lives for the future of the Empire.
After being severely damaged by the Emperor, the Gods were trapped in the Warp.
The cancerous army of Yog-Sothoth is showing signs of decline.
The space undead, led by the Silent King, are already on their last legs.
The green-skinned orcs will soon become biological weapons controlled by the Empire.
The tentacles of the Tyranids that entered the galaxy have been basically cut off, and only in the void far away from the galaxy are there any signs of them. They no longer pose a threat to the empire.
There is no enemy in the galaxy capable of fighting the Empire.
Under such a favorable situation, some voices advocating peace also emerged within the empire.
It is hoped that all localities will shift their economic focus to people's livelihood, rather than maintaining a state of war, pay more attention to people's happiness, and further improve the quality of life.
Guilliman did not react too strongly to this, he just asked people to guide these voices so that they would not become mainstream.
If he were an ordinary person, he would certainly make such a request.
Putting the productivity originally used to develop armaments into the field of people's livelihood will inevitably improve the quality of life of the people of the empire again.
Each worker only needs a few hours a year to basically meet survival needs.
Nowadays, most of the industrial achievements have become consumables of war.
There is nothing wrong with people always wanting a better life.
But when Guilliman truly stood in the position of the ruler of the race.
Only then did I truly understand that peace and happiness are the biggest lies.
War and suffering are the only way to perpetuate the race.
Pursuing peace is just like putting a suicide rope around your neck and tightening it little by little.
The security of the human empire comes from the expansion and colonization of the universe.
Only extroverted civilizations can survive, no matter when or where.
No matter how much technology and power you have, if you stay in a corner, you will eventually perish.
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Guilliman walked and thought.
When a petal of one of his flowers fell, he leaned over and caught it gently.
He looked at the petals in his hand thoughtfully.
The petals are also considered a symbol of peace.
People always look forward to peace and a peaceful life amid flowers and cheers.
Sadly, flower petals do not represent peace.
Guilliman's gardens contain many species of flowers.
Some of these flower species are aggressive and deceptive.
Those beautiful flowers are deep red and tender, and look very attractive.
But if you look carefully, you can see that the beautiful jade-like flower core has teeth like steel needles.
When prey approaches because of the beauty of the petals, the teeth will suddenly pierce out and inject toxins into the opponent's body. The corpse will then slide into the petals and be swallowed into the digestive sac to be digested.
There are some flowers that are even more terrifying. They are not only beautiful, but also have a sweet smell.
The petals are brightly coloured and grow in groups, forming a sea of stunningly beautiful yet extremely deadly flowers.
Yet these flowers are the kiss of death, their sweet scent laced with neurotoxins.
When their numbers are large enough, the neurotoxins in them can cause animals to fall into a coma and die without knowing it, and their corpses become nutrients for the roots.
For this reason, these flowers tend to grow very vigorously.
It is undoubtedly a mockery to regard flowers as a symbol of peace.
People always think that things that look good also represent beauty, but the fact is quite the opposite.
Guilliman gathered his thoughts and rubbed the petals with his thick fingers, and the petals were crushed.
Fresh air rushed into Guilliman's lungs through his nasal cavity, and was then pushed into the blood circulation throughout his body by his powerful lungs.
He threw away the crushed petals, walked deeper into the garden, and put away his weakness.
Peace is always just a lie.
A sad and unrealistic lie.
Let the war continue to burn.
Until all humans are burned to ashes.
A new expedition will open after the Battle of Cadia.
The enemies that the empire will face will no longer be mortal beings, but the gods in the highest heaven.
This is an inevitable thing.
The Eye of Terror Crusade, the Trans-Universe Crusade, and the Trans-Galactic Crusade will be the three most important upcoming expeditions of the Empire.
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Inter-universe train.
Constantine and others who were selected to go to the empire sat in an exclusive private room. They were so frightened by the scene before them that their faces turned pale and their legs trembled with fear.
Even though I have been in hell for so long, I have never had such a thrilling experience as today.
Just watching was enough to make one's legs go weak. If he hadn't been trapped by the protective force field, Constantine would definitely turn around and run away.
This damn place is not where he should be.
ps: There is another short chapter in the evening, alas, it will not come out anymore.