A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

No one knows exactly how Felix the Incarnate soothed the differences between the Gray Knights, Sisters of Silence, and the Ecclesiarchy over the treatment of girls.

But what is certain is that when the spacecraft jumped out of subspace, the two sides finally did not fight.

Don't think this is an exaggeration.

Although the Human Empire looks like a highly centralized militaristic dictatorship on the surface, it is actually fragmented internally.

Ecclesiarchy, Adeptus Custodes, Inquisition, Council of the High Lords of Terra, Adeptus Mechanicus, Ministry of the Interior, Ministry of Justice, Imperial Defense Force, Imperial Navy, various Adeptus Astartes, Planetary Governors and Sector Governors, Assassin Court, Star Ju Ting, Xing Yu Ting, Rogue Trader, etc., almost every department has its own ideas.

Even within these departments, unlimited subdivisions can be made, creating hundreds or even thousands of factions.

And these departments and factions have completely different attitudes towards one thing.

Although they all claim to be loyal to the Empire and the great God-Emperor, they are not at all merciless when it comes to killing their own people.

Especially when the current Regent, Robert Guilliman, wants to re-implement the Imperial Truth, some fanatical Chapter Chaplains even want to assassinate him, and the High Lords are trying to force him to kneel down through the power in his hands. Surrender to yourself.

If the original body of the Emperor's son was treated like this, it would be much less true for others.

To this day, many within the Empire still harbor strong hostility towards Robert Guilliman.

Because before the Emperor of the Thirtieth Millennium sat on the Golden Throne, the Council of High Lords that he personally formed excluded all the original bodies.

So these guys believed that allowing the Primarch to participate in politics or even become the helm of the Empire was against the Emperor's will.

In short, compared with the complex power, political structure and numerous factions within the empire, the three South Asian brothers can be regarded as united and unified.

But fortunately, as the spaceship returned to the flagship of the expedition fleet, the Macragge's Glory, Hero Felix could finally let go of his hanging heart.

After all, this is where the original body is located, and there are also a large number of Astartes from the Ultramarines sub-regiment, as well as the Imperial Army brought out from the Palace of Terra. Neither the people of the State Church nor the Gray Knights dare to cause trouble easily.

What's more, even if a fight does break out, the golden combination of the Forbidden Army and the Sisters of Silence can suppress the conflict within a few minutes.

You must know that the physical fitness and combat effectiveness of the Imperial Guard are much stronger than those of ordinary Astartes.

What's more, for thousands of years, they have stayed in the palace of Terra to guard the emperor and never left. Many of them are veterans who have served for tens of thousands of years and participated in the Great Crusade and the Horus Heresy.

In comparison, it is very rare for a Chapter Astartes to serve for more than a thousand or two thousand years.

There is also a huge gap between the two in terms of combat experience.

Although it may not be as exaggerated as the original body, it is still no problem for an elite Praetorian Guard to deal with several Astartes at the same time.

So after handing over the girl who was suspected of being a living saint to the guards and Sisters of Silence, Yingjie Felix immediately found his genetic father and reported everything he saw with his own eyes from beginning to end.

"Do you believe that this girl is a true living saint like Celestine?"

Robert Guilliman asked in an uncertain tone after listening to the report.

"Sorry, I don't know. But it doesn't matter anymore, because the state church believes that she is who she is. And her arrival has boosted the morale of the entire expeditionary force, and they firmly believe that we will win the war with the blessing of the God Emperor. "

Felix bluntly stated his truest thoughts.

As one of the Four Heroes of Ultramar, he is obviously not a reckless man who only knows about fighting and killing. Instead, he has very high political literacy and understands the huge impact that a living saint can bring during the plague war. benefit.

This played a very positive role in reshaping the hope in people's hearts and allowing the empire to get out of the dark period that lasted for ten thousand years.

The most important thing is that the girl seems to be able to control her terrifying psychic powers, and is not in a state of control after awakening her talent like other psychics.

For today's human empire, "controllability" is the most important thing.

A bitter smile appeared on Robert Guilliman's face, and he sighed in a low voice: "Yes, you are right.

From the moment the state religion recognized it, it no longer mattered who the girl was.

She has become a symbol of victory and an intangible political asset, just like the state religion today.

In this dark age, mortals need faith to bring a little light to their depressed lives.

Maybe South is right.

Regardless of the imperial truth or the state religion, in the final analysis they are nothing more than tools to maintain governance.

The reason why the empire chose the latter over the former from the 30th year to the 40th millennium was actually the inevitable result of the deteriorating security environment.

Because religion is the lowest-cost way to maintain the territory of a huge empire.

Not only does it not require a large amount of resources to be invested in the education system like Imperial Truth, but it can also increase taxes and reduce people's resistance to a certain extent.

But making people more ignorant is not a long-term solution.

Perhaps when the situation improves, we can make the people more rational through popularizing education and raising awareness, and then they will naturally slowly abandon religion and embrace imperial truth. "

"Sos? Have you kept in touch with him?"

Felix showed a very surprised expression.

Robert Guilliman nodded slightly: "Yes, we have always kept in touch.

Like my emperor father, he has very powerful psychic powers.

You can even use the power of subspace across the entire galaxy to make your consciousness and projection appear anywhere.

We discussed many of the difficulties and problems facing the Empire.

And he gave me a lot of inspiration from another perspective.

To some extent, Soth has many similarities with the Emperor.

For example, they all advocate extreme authoritarianism and believe that a strong central government and efficient military and administrative capabilities are necessary to maintain power.

Another example is that they don’t care about other people’s opinions and always think that the path they choose is the right one.

If there hadn't been too much resistance within the empire, I would have wanted to invite him to Terra to meet the emperor on the throne.

Maybe he could find a way to get that father of mine back on his feet. "

"What exactly is this unknown being who calls himself Soth? Why did the God-Emperor allow him to establish a second human regime besides the Empire?"

After a long silence, Felix asked the question he was most concerned about.

"I only know that he is an outsider, that's all. And he has many unknown and shocking plans with my emperor father."

Robert Guilliman narrowed his eyes and gave a very vague answer.

Because you don’t know exactly what the incarnation of Shuoyou is.

According to the initial observations and speculations of Belisarius Caul, the great sage of the Mechanicum, it was once thought that Zuo Si might be a Star God or a fragment of a Star God.

The reason is that shimmering oil can change the rules of matter and physics to a large extent. This is a power that only the Star God has.

But later this guess was overturned.

The reason is that they suddenly discovered that the incarnation of Shuoyou could actually absorb huge spiritual energy directly from the subspace like the human emperor, and then form a variety of incredible spells.

This is obviously something that the living god Star God cannot do.

Therefore, the empire now has no idea about Zuo Si's identity. Even the title "outsider" was learned from the mouth of the Living Saint Celestine.

Some people speculate that Zuo Si may come from a wider universe beyond the Milky Way, just like the Tyranids;

Others think this refers to his identity and position.

But no matter what, its powerful power is obvious to all.

For more than a hundred years, any enemy who launched an attack within its territory was dealt with mercilessly and severely. Even dangerous psykers did not have to worry about attracting the warp. demon.

"I see..." Felix nodded thoughtfully. "What to do with that girl? Just place her on the Macragge's Glory like this?"

"Just in case, I'd better confirm the identity of this living saint with my own eyes."

Having said that, the tall and strong body of the original body slowly stood up from his seat, and under the protection of the Imperial Army and several Astartes from the Ultramarines sub-regiment, he went to the cabin where the little Lolita was held.

When he saw the slender, thin figure with obvious signs of malnutrition sitting quietly in the corner holding his legs, Robert Guilliman's pupils dilated very obviously.

Although the other party did not release any psychic energy, the familiar aura made him feel nervous.

For of all the people the Primarch had ever encountered, only two had reached this level of psychic ability.

One is the Emperor, the genetic father of all Primarchs, and the other is Magnus, the most psychically gifted of all the brothers.

As for Zuo Si and Tzeentch, Robert Guilliman does not regard them as "human beings".

Out of caution and curiosity, he slowly leaned down and looked into the girl's slightly shining golden eyes, and asked softly: "Who are you?"

After hearing these words, the originally motionless little Loli slowly raised her head, and then made an action that shocked and disbelieved everyone around her.

Suddenly and without warning, she raised her right hand and patted the original body on the head. Her actions and demeanor were like an elder encouraging a younger one.

Following Robert Guilliman, including Felix the Incarnate, the Sisters of Silence and the Custodes, were all stunned.

The Eldar Liaison Officer Illyanne Natasi was even more stunned and could hardly believe what she saw.

You must know that it is the original body, a powerful demigod created by the fifth evil god through the combination of his own genes and the power of subspace.

But the interesting thing is that Robert Guilliman not only did not make any overreaction to this, but also showed a very puzzled expression, and then asked in an uncertain tone: "Father, is it you?"

"..."

The girl didn't speak, she just smiled.

The two just stared at each other as if confirming something.

After about ten seconds, Robert Guilliman straightened up and sighed: "Oh - okay.

Since you don't want to say anything, I won't ask any more questions.

It doesn't matter if you are Magnus, my genetic father, or Tzeentch.

Because I will not allow you to leave this place, let alone participate in the next war.

Custodes, Sisters of Silence, keep an eye on her.

No one is allowed to approach her or let her go unless ordered to do so by myself. "

"clear!"

"As you command!"

The Custodes and Sisters of Silence who were responsible for guarding responded immediately.

After the original body turned around and left, the opened hatch closed again, and then the girl returned to the corner and sat down, hugging her legs.

However, her eyes were fixed on the wall in front of her, as if she had seen the war-torn scene on the planet outside through the alloy armor plate of the ship.

Robert Guilliman finally made up his mind and prepared to personally launch an unprecedented attack to completely end this protracted plague war.

In this way, after more than ten hours of discussion in the combat meeting, he finally began to parachute to the surface with decisive force, intending to eliminate the void shield controlled by Nurgle's army, and then use orbital bombing to destroy all the demons and his own The good brother Mortarion was once again exiled back to the warp.

But what the Imperial Regent didn't know was that his idea of ​​a quick victory was exactly what the Daemon Primarch Mortarion and the Great Unclean One Ku'gas were happy to see.

Because at this moment, near the cauldron of Nurgle on the ruins of a certain city on the planet's surface, Kugas had just prepared the coveted Plague of the Gods and delivered it to Mortarion.

The latter undoubtedly felt the most terrifying poison in the galaxy, and a disgusting smile appeared on that twisted and ugly face: "Very good! Now we can finally implement that plan."

"Are you sure that Guilliman will fall into the trap we have set and fall into the arms of his great and loving father, tortured by the plague?"

Kugas brought his huge, foul-smelling head closer.

As the most powerful demon under Nurgle, he has a huge body that towers into the clouds and a mountain of rotten flesh and fat. The organs in his body are swollen to the point of being twisted and deformed, and he is constantly spraying moss-like boils and stench around. The pus was suffocating, and maggots as thick as an adult man's arm were squirming in the rotten meat and internal organs.

Compared to the Great Unclean One, the abominations of the Scourge of Azeroth are considered clean and hygienic.

After all, the abomination is an undead spirit, and at the same time, a large amount of antiseptic fluid is poured into the body, so there are no parasites, maggots, fungi and the like.

But the body of Nurgle's creation is equivalent to a creepy and terrifying ecosystem. There are so many "cuties" in it that it can make people's scalp numb. At the same time, it also perfectly embodies the spirit of the fatherly God of Life. Nature.

If it had been before he became a demon, Mortalion would have been disgusted and killed him without saying a word when he saw Kugas like this.

But now, his appearance was almost the same as that of the other party, and he also exuded an unbearable stench, so he completely ignored Kugas and said with a sneer: "Of course!

No one knows Robert Guilliman better than I do.

Although he looks calm and rational on the surface, he is actually a very stubborn and eager guy.

What's more, the empire has invested too much power in this protracted expedition.

You have to understand that the threats they face are not only us, but also other Chaos Gods, Tyranids, Green-skinned Orcs, etc.

Coupled with the great rift in the galaxy that caused the empire to be divided into two parts, the dark side without the starlight is now in dire straits.

To sum up, Robert Guilliman must end this as soon as possible no matter what.

To do this, the void shield on the planet must be destroyed.

All we have to do is wait patiently for his arrival where the void shield is. "

When he said these words, Mortalion's tone was full of strong confidence, and his eyes revealed an indescribable sense of superiority.

You don't need to ask to know that he looks down on his primarch brother at all, and even has a contemptuous attitude.

There is no way, it is not a problem of one or two Primarchs, but all Primarchs have more or less similar problems.

There was once a joke that perfectly explained the relationship between the emperor's children.

Question: How would you describe a creature like the original creature in one sentence?

Answer: Eighty percent of the Primarchs believe that they are stronger than 80% of the other Primarchs, and the remaining 20% ​​think that they are stronger than all Primarchs.

Yes, you are not mistaken.

Almost every primarch thinks that he is the best, no matter how bad he is, he should be among the top.

This self-righteous arrogance led to a very poor relationship between them and a very strong sense of competition.

The Horus Heresy was the concentrated outbreak of conflicts after they accumulated to a certain extent.

After all, there is a lot of suspicion, suspicion and fighting within both the loyalists and the rebels.

"In that case, I look forward to you being able to offer a precious gift to our great and loving father."

After saying these words, Kugas turned around and twisted his fat body towards the giant cauldron of Nurgle that was constantly releasing warp plague in the distance.

Although he had succeeded in brewing enough of the God's Plague to kill the Primarch, that did not mean the work was done.

Quite the opposite!

The next decisive battle with the human empire is the key.

To do this, the power of the subspace must continue to dominate the planet and continue to summon more demons.

As for Mortalion, he ordered his Death Guard Legion to deploy heavy troops at the location of the void shield, intending to compete with Robert Guilliman, who parachuted to the surface of the planet.

But what the demon primarch, who thought he had a chance to win, didn't know was that this was actually a mantis stalking the cicada and the oriole behind.

He considered himself the hunter and Roboute Guilliman the prey.

Little did they know that in the eyes of the human emperor and Zuo Si, he and Nurgle behind him had also become prey.

In this way, a war that both sides had been preparing for for a long time finally broke out.

In areas not covered by the void shield, the frantic orbital bombardment directly and completely changed the terrain and landscape of large areas.

The mushroom clouds raised by the explosion of nuclear warheads are one after another.

People who have not experienced interstellar war will never be able to imagine the horrific scene of destruction.

It is absolutely impossible for any ground unit to survive a saturation attack of this magnitude.

After a large area was cleared, the imperial army immediately poured into the area where the void shield was located to fight with the Nurgle demon army that had been waiting for a long time.

You must know that this is not a frontal battle line of a few hundred kilometers to one or two thousand kilometers, but a battlefield on a planet much larger than the earth, which is equivalent to three continents equivalent to thirty times the total land area of ​​the earth. .

The super-giant Titan mecha with its void shield opened, the slightly smaller Knight mecha, as well as the endless tanks, armored vehicles, and mobile turrets that were densely packed and lined up in an echelon, pouring firepower on the enemy like crazy.

There are also countless swarms of bombers, fighters and transport aircraft in the sky.

There are so many Astartes, Sisters of Battle, Skitarii, and Astra Militarum wearing power mechas that you can't even see them all at a glance.

Especially the sound made by the bolter when it is fired is so dense that it can shock people's ears to the point of temporary loss of hearing.

If it is found that the long-range weapons are blocked by the deflection field generator, then within a few seconds both sides will give up the long-range attacks at the same time and enter into the bloodiest, most cruel, and the most will-destroying close combat.

With the roar of machinery and deafening explosions, the situation quickly entered a state of mutual tug-of-war.

Tens of thousands of human soldiers die every minute and every second.

However, before dying, they were injected with the Extremis virus and also took away a large number of Nurgle Demon Army.

The remaining corpses and minced meat even formed a huge rolling mountain within an hour of the fighting starting.

The blood gathered together to form lakes one after another around him.

Life seemed so fragile and cheap at this moment that even the officers in the human empire didn't bother to count how many soldiers died.

Because even they don't know how long they can live, whether it's minutes or seconds.

But none of this has anything to do with Robert Guilliman.

Because he has led a small number of elites on a transport plane across the meat grinder-like battlefield and directly inserted into the location of the void shield generator.

As long as it can be destroyed or shut down, a fleet docked in the orbit of the outer space planet can end all this immediately.

It must be said that Mortalion's evaluation of Robert Guilliman was quite accurate and bloody.

Although this imperial regent always looks polite, wise, calm and calm in front of outsiders, he is an out-and-out berserker in his heart. Every time he encounters a powerful enemy or brother of the original body, he will fight for the first time. If one rushes forward, there is no way to stop him.

Although most of the time the result of rushing up is to be carried back sideways.

But the recklessness in his heart has been fully demonstrated.

But this time, he was obviously well prepared. Not only did he bring a group of forbidden troops, but also a large number of Sisters of Silence, with the purpose of suppressing the evil subspace magic that his opponents might use.

It turns out that being well prepared is always a wise choice.

Because they had just approached the Void Shield Generator, the Death Guard legions hidden here immediately appeared and launched an attack.

Although their bodies were swollen, twisted, and exuding a pungent stench, their tens of thousands of years of combat experience were real.

Coupled with the terrain advantage, the Ultramarines sub-group following the Gene Father suffered huge losses in one fell swoop.

In just a moment of fire coverage, more than two hundred Astartes fell to the ground, and many more suffered serious injuries and damaged power mechas.

"Dammit! We're ambushed! It's a trap!"

Hero Felix shouted loudly while instructing others to build defensive positions.

However, everyone had obviously expected such a situation, so after a brief period of confusion, they quickly started to counterattack with the help of shields, force field generators and other devices.

Robert Guilliman took the lead and rushed forward, wielding the giant sword in his hand, and killed dozens of death guards like chopping melons and vegetables.

The ceramic power armor on the latter was like paper, unable to withstand the terrifying power of the Emperor's Sword.

You must know that all demons killed by this sword are truly dead, and are not simply exiled back to subspace.

Only the most powerful demons can barely resist being killed by it.

Obviously, these Chaos Astartes were not among them.

Seeing the great power of the original body as the father of genes, the Basket Blue Suns immediately became highly motivated and followed closely to launch an assault, tearing a hole in the encirclement net set by the Death Guard Legion.

Just when they thought they had successfully entered the void shield generator, they suddenly saw a monster with huge wings slowly walking out of the darkness, greeting with a slightly proud tone: "Long time no see, Kiri Man, you are still as stupid as before, knowing that this might be a trap and still stepping in."

"Mortarion!"

The imperial regent subconsciously clenched the weapon in his hand, with strong hostility and disgust in his eyes.

Because he knew that the other party led the Nurgle army to attack the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar to attract him.

However, Mortarion messed up the first time, and his brother was exiled by the human emperor with the help of the living saint Celestine before he could come.

Robert Guilliman knew all about this.

"Look at your pathetic look!

Unexpectedly, ten thousand years have passed and you are still working for the false emperor who has always used us as a tool.

Open your eyes and take a good look at what the empire has become now.

Since the birth of the human race, there has been no regime that can match it in evil, cruelty, darkness and ruthlessness.

But what about you?

Not only did he not have any intention of overthrowing it, but he was actually helping the pseudo-emperor maintain it.

Is this what you call a hopeful and bright future? "

Mortarion waved the scythe in his hand and taunted as hard as he could.

"Shut up, traitor.

If it hadn't been for the rebellion you launched in the first place, how could my father have sat motionless on the Golden Throne for ten thousand years, watching his empire fall into darkness due to internal and external troubles?

How could so many people die without your invasion?

You traitors are the ones to blame for all this. "

Robert Guilliman objected loudly.

Upon hearing these accusations, Mortalion immediately let out a burst of laughter mixed with contempt and disdain: "Hahahaha! This is really the funniest joke I have heard in the past ten thousand years.

Are we to blame?

Who allowed slavery and feudal serfdom to remain?

Who is the one who is secretly using the power of subspace while prohibiting the study of psychic powers within the empire?

Who is it that considers all Primarchs and Astartes warriors to be discarded as mere tools?

Is it us who started the rebellion?

No, it's not, it's the false emperor we once called our father.

He has repeatedly emphasized that he is not a god, but in the end he has become the closest thing to a god.

Don't you think this is ironic? "

This time, Robert Guilliman did not continue to talk nonsense to the other party. He quickly rushed forward and started a hand-to-hand fight with Mortarion.

Since both of them were original bodies, their movements were so fast that they could hardly be caught by the naked eye.

The explosion caused by the collision of weapons formed a terrifying shock wave in a wide range of surroundings.

An Ultramarine who rushed forward to help his genetic father flew dozens of meters sideways on the spot, with an extremely horrified expression on his face under his helmet.

Because although he knew that there was an insurmountable gap between the original body and the Astartes, he never expected that the gap in strength was so huge.

The movement and attack speeds of both sides during battle reached more than ten times the speed of sound.

Ordinary people will be violently thrown away by huge shock waves and air waves even if they get closer.

But it’s no wonder.

When Robert Guilliman just woke up, he smashed an enemy 2,500 meters away in less than a second.

Especially the Daemon Primarch Mortarion, who can wield a huge scythe even faster than him.

After only a few rounds, the latter was forced to change from the offensive side to the defensive side.

"My dear brother, what's wrong with you?

Did ten thousand years of sleep make you forget how to swing a sword?

Oh, I almost forgot, your strength was like this ten thousand years ago.

Do you think you can defeat me with the sword of the false emperor?

Don't be naive!

You were no match for me before I received Nurgle's blessing, not to mention that I am now more powerful than ever. "

Mortarion attacked frantically while laughing at his brother's overestimation.

Although Robert Guilliman is not at the bottom of all the primarchs in terms of combat effectiveness, he can only be ranked in the middle of the pack, and he has a very fatal flaw, which is that his resistance to subspace psychic energy is extremely low.

In several duels, he was defeated by psychic spells without exception.

So after taking the initiative, Mortalion immediately began to use psychic spells to take it down.

As a result, the spell was only halfway cast when a Sister of Silence rushed in and cut off the connection with the subspace.

In extreme anger, he immediately cut Sister Silence in half with a scythe, causing blood and intestines to flow all over the floor.

Just as Mortalion was about to continue casting psychic spells, a second Sister of Silence jumped in.

With this unafraid of death, thirty consecutive Sisters of Silence sacrificed their precious lives to ensure that Robert Guilliman was not defeated by psychic magic as he had been on previous occasions.

Seeing this situation, Mortalion simply gave up his spells and began to devote all his energy to melee combat.

The battle between the two Primarchs destroyed nearly everything for miles around.

…

At the same time, inside the Macragge's Glory in outer space orbit, an uninvited guest had just knocked out several Imperial Guards and Sisters of Silence, and opened the closed door.

You don't need to ask to know that there is no other person besides Zuo Si who can appear in such a place at such a time.

When he saw the little Loli curled up in the corner, he immediately greeted with a smile: "Hello, respected Lord of Humanity, my name is Soth, nice to meet you."

moment!

The girl raised her head and began to shine with dazzling golden light. Her feet floated off the ground, and a majestic voice came out of her mouth.

"I'm glad to meet you, too, an intruder from another time and space.

But you arrived much later than expected.

If nothing else, the battle between Mortalion and Guilliman has already begun, right? "

"Well, yes, the fight has already begun. Judging from Guilliman's stable performance, he will soon fall to the ground and be infected by the divine plague, so there is not much time left for us."

Zuo Si answered in the affirmative very simply.

It is not difficult to tell from the tone and attitude that the person possessing the little girl at this moment is none other than the emperor sitting on the golden throne.

The reason why he did not reveal his identity in front of Robert Guilliman was mainly because the girl's body was too fragile and could not withstand the powerful psychic energy.

Once overused it will quickly collapse and die.

And Zuo Si seriously doubted that this was not a simple physical death, but that the soul was also wiped out.

After all, the prerequisite for carrying the will of the human emperor is a pure soul.

This means that there is a high probability that the girl's soul is a consumable and fuel like the psykers who were sent to the Star Torch.

"In that case, let's leave quickly, you know this child won't last long."

When saying this, the emperor's tone contained a hint of sadness and pity.

"As you wish."

Zuo Si took two steps forward and directly picked up the emperor who was possessed by the little Lolita, and then activated his psychic spell to instantly teleport from the cabin to the sky only two kilometers above the ground.

From here, you can clearly see that the battle between the two original bodies has reached a fever pitch. All around you can see dense pits, as if the ground has been washed away by heavy artillery and missiles.

There is no doubt that this is the ultimate war weapon crafted by the Emperor himself.

This is also why the battles between the original bodies rarely let others get close to each other, and they are basically one-on-one to decide the winner.

It's not that they don't want their genetic descendants to help, but that when they get close, they may be turned into pieces before they have time to react.

Glancing at the situation on the battlefield, Zuo Si commented with great interest: "It seems that Guilliman is still rejecting his subspace nature. When the last two Sisters of Silence are dead, he will probably be hit by psychic spells in minutes. Become Mortarion's prisoner instead."

"Why do you think Guilliman has been unwilling to accept his subspace nature?" the human emperor asked in a low voice.

Just by maintaining this state of being able to communicate, obvious burn marks began to appear on the girl's body.

“Because you didn’t give him the right teachings.

In other words, most of the original bodies have not received correct guidance and guidance.

Because you have never been a qualified father, more like a ruthless king.

Since you treat the original body as a tool and do not give them enough affection and care, then naturally they will not regard you as their true father.

In Guilliman's eyes, his real father is Connor Guilliman, who raised him and taught him the principles of life.

The reason why he is willing to follow you is simply because he feels that the imperial truth you proposed is the only way to lead mankind to a bright future.

To put it bluntly, it is for a political purpose rather than emotion.

In addition, the warp has a close connection with demons, chaos, the Horus Heresy, and the dark 40th millennium, causing Guilliman to subconsciously dislike and reject it.

I think even if you use War Apostle Mathieu to stimulate others, it may be difficult to get satisfactory results. "

Zuo Si bluntly pointed out a series of mistakes made by the Emperor in his treatment of the Primarch.

After all, things like feelings are mutual and require positive feedback to maintain them.

But when most Primarchs expressed their feelings to the Emperor, they were often met with indifference and disregard.

Coupled with the fierce internal opposition and differences, it would be strange if this did not show the filial piety of father and son.

"So you think this is all my fault?"

The Emperor looked at Guilliman who was knocked to the ground by psychic spells with a very sad expression.

Zuo Si shook his head gently: "No, you only need to bear part of the responsibility.

Another part was caused by the Chaos Gods of the Warp and the arrogant and conceited character of the Traitor Primarchs.

After all, they were stolen from the Royal Palace of Terra and thrown to all corners of the galaxy. They grew up in completely different environments, which resulted in different world views and values.

And this conflict of ideas and concepts is almost irreconcilable.

In addition, you are busy building a subspace network project, so naturally you don't have much time and energy to maintain the relationship with so many descendants.

The most important thing is that you failed to treat everyone fairly when treating the original body, and gave Horus too much trust and preference.

This is precisely the most deadly.

Ah, look, Guilliman is dying.

It is indeed a divine plague, even the original body cannot bear it. "

Following the direction of Zuo Si's gaze, Robert Guilliman's skin and blood vessels began to turn black rapidly, and large areas of the infected area began to shed and rot.

You must know that the original body is not an Astartes. His physical fitness alone is immune to 99% of the poisonous substances in the world.

Something that is deadly to ordinary people can be fine even if they drink it directly.

But now, under the influence of the divine plague, Robert Guilliman's whole body has fallen into endless pain and struggle, and it seems that he may suddenly die suddenly at any time...