Let the people of the future deal with the matters of the future.
Guilliman timed the Primarch and his exit.
Then encrypt this file.
Wait until everything is ready.
Like the old empire.
Both the Primarch and he would go away, gradually disappearing into human history.
This document will also be given to everyone on the Terran Council.
Power does not transfer suddenly but gradually.
The Mortal Council slowly took over all power.
When the gamification of the universe and the subspace spirit of all mankind are perfectly connected and solidified, it will be time for them to leave.
By then, there will be no more barriers between people.
They can feel each other's pain and joy.
In this way, the losses caused by miscommunication can be greatly reduced.
As for how to deal with the rebellious Primarch, Guilliman also has a new plan.
He would finish it before he left.
The traitorous Primarch must not be allowed to stay, no matter what the reasons for his betrayal.
Betrayal is betrayal.
Just because you have your own reasons doesn't mean you can put countless people in danger.
Those innocent people were not able to harm the Primarchs.
But they were dragged into the abyss of darkness and almost became extinct.
If such crimes could be excused, the empire would be in chaos.
Simply killing the rebellious Primarch is not a good idea either.
In a way, the traitor primarchs are assets to humanity.
The four evil gods seized these assets and declared them their own.
But they are human beings after all.
When the Emperor created a Primarch he would give him a name from mythology.
This was not an accidental move.
A name is a very special thing.
It is related to a person's destiny and future path.
The Primarch itself is the Warp echo of humanity, those ancient myths that have been sung by countless people.
The Emperor simply shaped it into a physical form.
Guilliman planned to extract the essence of these guys, then break them into pieces and give them to different creatures.
It was as if the Emperor had implanted a fragment of Magnus's loyal soul into a loyalist, making him one of the eight founding Masters of the Grey Knights.
Guilliman planned to follow suit, separating the soul fragments of the rebellious Primarch, purifying them, and finally implanting them into different human bodies as the Empire's trump card.
In addition to the rebellious Primarch, Guilliman also planned to completely dispose of the various relics of the Golden Age sealed in the dark underground palace or some sealed objects that were enough to destroy countless lives.
Those weapons were once regarded by the Emperor as a trump card for humanity's counterattack after its defeat.
These cards are no longer needed now.
It's time to deal with it.
Those things have never entered the history books of mankind, and never will.
No one will even know these things exist.
Some of the shameful history of the past will be completely erased.
The truth of history has always been customized according to needs.
If necessary, a despicable person can be portrayed as a martyr, and a noble person can be described as a despicable villain.
The same goes for the things under the underground palace.
No matter how ugly and dark the secrets are, they will be buried.
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October flies by in a flash.
In the Holy Ark, some of the most influential top figures of the state religion are here.
The Pope, living saints, war apostles, bishops, etc. who are responsible for missionary work in Universe 03.
Each has numerous supporters.
They exist to spread the glory of the Holy Emperor.
Having a child out of wedlock, what a sacred thing!
As described in countless myths.
She placed her child in the pure body of a virgin, allowing him to be born and walk in this world, preaching the gospel to suffering people.
The Holy Emperor's appearances became less and less frequent.
She no longer went on expeditions and no longer showed her noble side in front of her believers.
The arrival of this child will comfort those believers who are worried about the Holy Emperor's presence in the solar system.
This is her child.
Born from her unimaginable, sacred body of light.
This child will be a symbol of hope for the empire.
Even if they lost the Holy Emperor, they still had this child.
A child's cry was heard.
New life comes into this world.
The empire's medical technology is very advanced, and it is not difficult to take out a child from a natural mother's womb.
He has golden, blue and green eyes.
Just like his father.
A hint of nobleness and inviolability can be vaguely seen on that wrinkled little face.
Several senior members of the national church expressed their delight.
The birth of the child will bring the prestige of the state religion to its highest point.
However, the appearance of several golden-armored warriors shattered their dreams.
They were clad in sacred golden armor.
Over his shoulders was a royal scarlet cloak.
The long halberd was topped with a heavy silver blade.
The halberd was held tightly in the broad, heavy palm.
Imperial Guards.
A group of imperial guards that were supposed to stay in the solar system appeared in Universe 03.
"Your Majesty has ordered that the child will be taken away by us." The person in charge of this matter is Valano, the commander-in-chief of the Imperial Guards and one of the most powerful people under the Primarch of the Empire.
"Is there any misunderstanding?" The Pope was very fat, and the fat on his face was trembling when he spoke.
Underneath the gorgeous clothes are layers of mechanical prosthetic limbs and artificial fat.
"This is my child," said Asagami Shion, "You have no right to do that."
"Sorry, we are following the orders of His Majesty." Valano glanced at those people calmly and spoke word by word.
"This is her child. How could she bear to separate the mother and the child?" Asakami Shion reached out and grasped the giant sickle. "I don't trust you. Leave immediately, otherwise you will be regarded as an invasion."
The Holy Ark is a ship belonging to the state religion and also to Asakami Shion.
Her words here are the highest command.
Several high-ranking officers of the legion activated the armed alert system, and once Asakami Shion gave the order, they would press the fire button.
By that time, things will inevitably get out of control.
The living saint of the Holy Emperor took action against the Holy Emperor's personal guards. This was a sign of disaster.
Valano looked at Asakami Shion, tightly gripping the halberd in his hand, with cold murderous intent in his eyes that he did not conceal at all.
They were born to be machines to maintain the emperor's authority.
Valanor assessed how long it would take him to kill all those who intended to disobey the Holy Emperor's orders.
"This is His Majesty's order. Do you want to disobey it?"
"You are just a beast who uses her name to do evil." Asagami Shion roared, "Get away and don't have any ideas about this child."
The atmosphere between the two sides suddenly became tense.
The fanatical followers of the state religion are fearless and ruthless. Once a conflict breaks out, even the imperial guards may not be able to escape unscathed from a suicidal attack.
A bright light suddenly burst out in the air.
Everyone subconsciously covered their eyes and made sounds of pain.
The light was so terrifying that it seemed like it could melt steel.
The majestic and terrifying spiritual roar continued to echo in their ears, making them shed tears of blood.
Several high-ranking officials of the national religion felt tremendous pressure, and the communicators in their ears echoed with sounds of pain and joy.
When the pressure eased a little, everyone looked towards the location where the light burst out.
A noble, perfect face appeared in their eyes.
Majestic and noble, they cannot tolerate any blasphemy or offense.
Except for a few imperial guards, everyone present knelt down crying.
Guilliman lifted the child up and placed it in the Custodian's hands.
"Take him away."
Valanor nodded, turned around and left with the imperial guards.
Guilliman turned to look at the high-ranking officials of the Ecclesiarchy.
"This child has extraordinary powers, but now is not the time for him to show off. When mankind enters the dark age again, it will be time for him to show his talent and ability."
This is a lie.
Guilliman didn't expect this child to come out and save the world in the future.
This child is the embodiment of faith, and in a way, it has the same root as the four gods.
Humanity is destined to have a God.
At the beginning, the Emperor was just one step away from becoming the Dark Lord and the eternal fifth evil god of the Warp.
The Emperor's departure does not mean that the Dark Lord will not be born.
No one dared to refute Guilliman's words.
Even the person involved, a living saint and mother, did not have the courage to refute the God she believed in and vowed to give everything to.
"I haven't kissed him yet." Asakami Shion said painfully.
"You will not suffer," said Guilliman. "My child, you will forget everything."
A strong light burst out again.
It not only enveloped the Holy Ark, but also the entire fleet, erasing and sealing their memory technology about the child.
After completing all this, Guilliman's figure disintegrated into the air.
With the help of a complete lighthouse system, he is now able to project his power across the universe.
It was not difficult for him to erase the memories of all the soldiers in the entire fleet.
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There are countless illusions in the Warp.
They are the nightmares and fantasies of real creatures.
The old man stood on a high mountain, and black snowflakes fell from the dark sky.
Looking around, there was snow everywhere, with no end in sight.
The old man exhaled.
Cold.
Bone-chilling cold.
He squatted down and scooped up a handful of snow, and the old man's eyes became dazed.
The snow was no longer snow, but all the suffering those poor people had ever endured.
The mother wept beside the body of her dead child.
The seriously ill man was unwilling to take his last breath.
The wind echoed with cries and angry roars.
The suffering of all living beings turns into snowflakes and falls in this desperate and hopeless hell.
"They are still screaming, Malcador," came a steady voice.
The old man turned his head and looked over.
A young man wearing a crown of thorns and bleeding continuously walked out from the snowstorm behind.
He looked identical to Guilliman.
"They are the embodiment of pain, and naturally they scream and roar day and night. Vulkan is winning, and soon their throats will be slit and their voices will be silent," said Malcador.
"Then didn't you hear the first cry? A new subspace creature was born, and what's more terrifying is that it was born with the help of human faith. The Emperor was right to reject faith, and faith has never been something that can be controlled. I am using it, and it is also using me. This reminds me of a story that seems absurd, but actually makes sense. Did humans tame rice, or did rice tame humans? Humans had to open up fields for rice, divert water for irrigation, and even take the initiative to conduct research to help it evolve and better adapt to the environment. When that child appeared, I often wondered whether I controlled faith or faith controlled me."
"Everything is mutual. Only arrogant people think they can completely tame something without making any changes themselves." Malcador stretched out his hand and a black snowflake fell on his hand.
The crystal snowflakes reflected the cry of a man, crying because the one he loved was leaving him.
"Faith is humanity's weapon, but also its poison." Guilliman whispered, "I'll leave the child to you, Malcador. I will create a zone of accelerated time for the child to live in. One day in that zone is equivalent to many years in the outside world. I can't let him cause any trouble. The huge difference in the speed of time will give us some buffer time. I will find a way to weaken faith before I leave, and guide people onto the right path. By the time the child grows up and gains power, the empire will have been on the right track, and by then, they won't want a god anymore."
Guilliman looked towards Malcador, his eyes burning like the sun.
"Do not fail me, Malcador. We are not far from final success."
Macador nodded.
"I will never let you down, Your Majesty."
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Tribunal, temporary location.
"You once swore that you would never serve the Empire."
"Watson, your idea is wrong. Our vision at that time was so shallow that we could only see the Fog City, a small world. Such a world is not worth mentioning in the vast empire. Besides, if the queen executed a soldier to stabilize the situation in the Fog City and protect millions of Fog City citizens? Do you think the queen is unforgivable?"
"You are quite the silver-tongued fellow, Sherlock."
"No, I never like to quibble, I'm just stating the facts." Sherlock reached out to fiddle with the holocron, turned his head and looked at Watson, "Well, there's no need for us to argue about this, there are still many cases waiting for us to solve!
It all started with this one, when a local demon was accused of murdering three imperial personnel, and the local trial court demanded that the demon be sentenced to extermination as a warning to others.
”
: This is a serious crime, and the evidence is irrefutable. What else can we do? ? ” Watson said puzzled.
"I've read the files and found many suspicious points. I suspect this demon was framed."
"What does it matter if the demons are framed? They all deserve to die anyway."
"But I still can't stand it. Whenever I see a fog, I want to clear it away and see what's behind it. And this matter is not that simple. It is very likely a case of imperial corruption in their eyes. They just want to make that devil a scapegoat."
"This is getting crazy. You're actually trying to clear the wrongs of a demon?"
"This is the only way to fully stimulate my brain. Soon, we will have to track down the time traveler. This kind of devil case can't be accepted even if we want to. Let's go, Watson, and find something to do in this boring life."