Warhammer: The Worst Start There Is (40k)

Chapter 525: Oops, my living saint is going to push me! !

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After the celebration, as time passed, the people who gathered in the solar system slowly dispersed.

Guilliman did not get much time to rest.

The series of events that followed forced him to once again deal with and coordinate various government affairs and needs day and night.

He would either stay in his own laboratory and work with many sages to perfect the fifth-stage Primaris upgrade, or provide technical support for some other plans.

Or he would stay in the study to deal with the huge, backlog of government affairs.

Today, he stayed in the study and did not take time to go to the laboratory to pay attention to the progress of technological research and development as usual.

Some time ago he summoned the officers of the expeditionary fleet, but there were still some envoys from far away who needed to be met.

In addition, he will meet Ryan who has returned from the war zone and is preparing to travel to another universe.

The war in the Eye of Terror entered its final stages with the war waged by Corax and Vulkan against the Realm of Nurgle, and Ryan was no longer needed to be in charge.

A new expedition awaited him.

Guilliman has already planned a new course for it.

There are many powerful enemies in that universe, not to mention some ruins that need to be destroyed. It is most appropriate to let the lion do such a thing.

Guilliman planned to use a day to meet with the envoys and the Lion, and at the same time hand over some prepared plans to the Terra Senate and the Imperial Prime Minister, allowing them to implement them according to their own plans.

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As the leader of a new expedition, the Lion returned to the solar system shortly after the celebration to meet with the Holy Emperor to discuss the details of the expedition.

The Primarch still enjoys some privileges.

When they want to meet their brothers, they can meet them without queuing or notifying each other. They can simply make an appointment for a time.

Lionel Messi doesn't mind using his privileges to save time.

Precious time should not be wasted in long waiting.

His space shuttle was parked on the docking deck of the Emperor Supreme.

Accompanied by the hissing sound of the hatch opening due to air pressure.

A guard team marched out in neat steps.

They were wearing shiny power armor, and the golden double-headed eagle emblem on their chests was particularly bright under the light.

A cape with a double-headed eagle tattooed on it fluttered on his shoulders.

Each guard held a golden bolter to his chest.

After walking out of the door, they split into two rows and stood on both sides of the cabin door.

A living god then appears.

His armor is mainly black with gold accents.

The black cape framed his silhouette perfectly.

A golden spiked ring hung behind his head, like a halo of a god.

There are huge lion head emblems on the shoulder armor and chest.

The gaze of the battle-hardened lion becomes increasingly sharp, and just looking at it makes people feel fearful and awed.

This put some pressure on the honor guard and imperial bureaucrats who were responsible for welcoming him.

They looked at the lion with fear in their eyes.

He is like a wild beast in the forest, and his eyes tell everyone all the time not to become his enemy, otherwise he will tear your throat.

The lion didn't care about the looks.

He walked down the cabin door to the sound of music played by the honor guard.

A soldier of the imperial guards, wearing golden armor and holding a halberd, stood in front of the official.

When the lion came up to him, he bowed slightly.

The lion nodded.

"I have come to see His Majesty."

"It has been arranged, sir. His Majesty is waiting for you." said the imperial guard.

The guards turned and led the way, with the lion following closely behind.

The Emperor Supreme is indescribably huge.

It is the core of the empire.

Countless bureaucrats work here.

Once many people enter this giant ship, which is as big as a planet, they will never have the chance to leave.

They serve as gears in the vast government system until the day they die, at which point their names will leave the Emperor Supreme, conveying the news of their death to their home planet.

But by that time, their peers may have already died.

Their names will be put directly into a file room that never sees the light of day again.

Working in the government system is boring and tedious. Dealing with complicated government affairs day after day makes life monotonous and uninteresting.

Thanks to the empire's superior screening mechanism, only those who are content with the status quo and don't like taking risks will enter this system, while those who are aggressive, like adventure and various stimulations will often be assigned to other jobs.

Led by the imperial guards, the lion passed through the diligent workers. Those ordinary people always looked at the lion with awe and admiration, and subconsciously made way for it.

The lion does not care about the eyes of mortals.

His steps were firm and powerful.

His agile mind was thinking about how to talk to his brother.

Seek the support you want.

The team passed through a long interior corridor.

This place is inside the ship and has no windows to the outside.

The corridor is very wide, with golden statues leaning closely against the walls on both sides.

There is an incense burner in front of each statue, and priests walk among the statues, chanting sacred prayers.

Walking all the way to the end of the corridor, there is a large hall.

Several giant pillars support the silvery-white dome, and the crystal chandeliers are like the sun of this small world, providing lighting for every corner.

The suspended information window floated in the air like a ghost, occasionally passing through the running people, creating ripples.

Images of the Primarch, Emperor, and others are carved on the walls, which are hundreds of meters high.

The lion saw Sanguinius, the archangel in the portrait standing on a mountain of mutant corpses with his wings spread.

Chagatai, the war eagle soaring in the sky, drives a human-head-shaped comet and gallops among the stars.

Vulkan, the Lord of the Salamanders, held an incredibly huge hammer in his hand and raised it with all his strength. The target he wanted to hit was a corrupted world.

The lion looked at them one by one, and finally looked into the eyes of his own portrait.

In the portrait, a distorted lion, the Lord of Caliban, is bathed in a halo, holding a sword in one hand and the head of a horned demon in the other.

Behind him was a world covered in flames and disintegrating.

Destruction and killing.

Those who created the portraits captured the essence of each Primarch.

The lion took a look and then looked away.

He followed the Imperial Guards through the hall and finally stopped in front of the Holy Emperor's private study.

Several guardsmen and Primaris personal guards inspected the lion as usual, then opened the door and let him in.

Guilliman was buried in front of a desk piled with documents and data crystals, with the floating information windows switching rapidly.

A large amount of government affairs was handled within just a few breaths.

Guilliman rarely used a pen to annotate documents, but simply used his thoughts to input his attitude.

When the Lion walked in, Guilliman gave the order to stop.

The information window slowed down, then closed.

The same is true for those projections.

"Your Majesty," Ryan said.

Guilliman nodded and smiled. "My brother, I believe you already know why I summoned you back."

"I was born for war," Ryan said. "War is the only thing that concerns me."

"You are the beast of war among our brothers, with talents that no one can match." Guilliman did not hesitate to flatter. "I do need you to fight a difficult battle, which is extremely difficult, and only you can do it."

"Speak, Your Majesty. We don't need so much useless nonsense between you and me."

Guilliman's smile grew brighter, he stood up and walked to Ryan's side, opening the entrance to the garden and inviting him to walk while talking about the upcoming war.

"The expedition to Universe 04 has ended. Most of the resources originally deployed to Universe 04 will be recycled. At the same time, Universe 04 is positioned as an important logistics base for the Empire's expeditions, providing more resources for other expeditions. In order to expand our living space, a new expedition is imperative."

Guilliman summoned a message window that followed the two as they walked.

As he operated, the information of Ultra Universe also appeared before them.

"This is a universe with a different development path, empire, and extraordinary civilization. They combine emotions and subspace to transform themselves into powerful war machines. Those who use beautiful emotions transform into Ultra Warriors, and those who use distorted emotions transform into monsters."

"It sounds very interesting." Lai En made his own assessment. "It looks similar to the Unliving One. The universe is so vast that there are really all kinds of things."

“Hahaha, isn’t it amazing?” Guilliman laughed. “This is the benefit of the Empire marching towards the heavens. Only by standing at a new height can we witness more things. Sticking to tradition and refusing to forge ahead will only make oneself stupid and eventually lead to destruction.”

"Is this the universe I'm going to explore?" Ryan asked. "Destroy them?"

Guilliman shook his head.

"I hope to be able to enslave them. Whether they are monsters or Ultra Warriors, they are a powerful force that the empire needs. If possible, I even want to turn that universe into a universe for breeding monsters and cultivating Ultra Warriors."

"Your mission is to erase those old memories and carve the mark of the Empire into the souls of every living being, making them believe that those ancient technologies were created by humans, not aliens. At the same time, you must assist the local sage team in research and fully understand the power of using the mixed emotions of the subspace."

"It doesn't sound easy." Ryan said, "At least it's much more difficult than simply destroying it."

"That's why you are needed, brother." Guilliman stood beside a flower bed and put his hand on Ryan's shoulder. "Sometimes, we need lies. The so-called truths of the past are difficult and annoying. They cannot be paved over and covered up by concrete rocks, nor can they be corrected by monuments or the golden eagle on the imperial flag. It takes a clever and intelligent person to destroy and reshape, and to change lies into truths based on darkness and ashes."

Lai En also smiled.

“That’s exactly my strength.”

"Yes, so I choose you to go. You are the most outstanding among us, Ryan." Guilliman withdrew his hand and turned to walk deeper into the garden. "Those mortals call me the Holy Emperor, hoping that I can protect and guide them forever. We all know that there is no eternity in this world. Eternity represents stagnation, backwardness and inflexibility. That is painful for a civilization."

"When our powerful enemies are defeated and they learn to find the truth on their own, we will all leave and hand this empire over to those cowardly yet strong mortals again."

“They might make a mess of it,” Ryan said, a mysterious look on his face.

"But they will find new paths. We have witnessed their courage and tenacity. Imagine that they once walked out of the steppes, rose from the earth, and walked towards the galaxy. If it were not for the warp storm, their achievements would be unimaginable. They are not stupid, but limited by their lifespan and short-sightedness." Guilliman said: "One day, they will once again be strong and independent. At that time, they will no longer need us."

"If Horus had one ten-thousandth of the wisdom and vision of His Majesty, humanity would have suffered a lot less disasters." Ryan said, "That idiot thinks that humanity can't survive without the Primarch and the Space Marines."

"That's not the case." Guilliman shrugged and said, "Over the long course of time, those heroes who changed history are neither important nor unimportant. Humanity has been able to reach where it is today because of their unity. When a crisis breaks out, those timid and cowardly people will always burst out with amazing strength for what they love and want to protect. We are just guiding them."

"I will take on this mission." Ryan said, "I guarantee that no one except the highest-level archives in the empire will know the history and past of the Ultra Universe."

"I believe this because you are Lion, Lion-Lion," said Guilliman.

The two chatted for a long time, and Lai En took the opportunity to propose some technical and troop support he needed for his expedition.

In order to prevent rebellion, the military power of the Empire belongs to Guilliman alone.

Everyone else is acting on behalf of Guilliman.

Primarchs and expedition commanders no longer had the power to execute their own officers at will; the relevant power was handed over to military courts.

Lai En wanted to find a few commanders who were easy to use and a few casual regiments to do the work.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to issue an extermination order.

After getting Guilliman's promise and permission, Ryan smiled with satisfaction and left the study.

He planned to stay for a few more days, to humiliate Curze and other rebellious primarchs, and then set sail for where the army was assembled.

As soon as Lai En left, a staff member came running over to report that the envoy from Game Universe No. 03 had arrived.

"Send the envoy over." Guilliman didn't think much about it.

Meeting with envoys from different universes is also one of his jobs.

Necessary commitment and some encouragement that does not require actual action are important means to unite them.

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Asakami Shion was lingering in the waiting room, pacing back and forth in a nervous mood.

This meeting was extremely precious to her.

After all, the Holy Emperor governs the entire empire, and meeting him once is a very difficult thing.

After this meeting, I don’t know when we will meet again!

In order to achieve her goal, she asked other envoys from the same universe to stay in the embassy and wait for his news.

As a living saint, I do have this power.

More importantly, Asakami Shion's purpose also stunned the other show's viewers, who called her crazy.

Asakami Shion planned to dedicate herself to the Holy Emperor in order to give birth to a Holy Son with divine blood.

But after thinking about it carefully, the envoys felt that although it was crazy, it was not without merit.

The rule of Universe 03 will definitely be handed over to a certain universe governor in the future.

Whether this governor of the universe was elected locally or appointed by the empire actually poses a big problem.

The former will inevitably lead to internal strife and infighting among various forces, and consume the empire's resources and power.

The latter is very likely to give rise to corruption.

It is very likely that the Governor of the Universe will endlessly exploit Universe 03 in order to climb up the ladder and meet all the demands of the Empire.

In that case, it would be better to hand it over directly to the Son of God who has divine blood, which would avoid a lot of internal strife and have natural legitimacy.

Moreover, the Holy Emperor currently has no offspring. If the first offspring born is from Universe 03, they will definitely receive unimaginable benefits.

Imagine being the eldest son of an empire of the heavens.

Be bolder, what if something happens to the Holy Emperor

Thinking of the great benefits, the envoys breathed a little heavier and simply went with the flow, pretending that they could not disobey the orders of the living saint.

Having received permission to meet the emperor, Asakami Shion followed an official through the hall with excitement, was examined by the Imperial Guards and the Primaris Guards, and then walked into Guilliman's study.