Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

"This is so narcissistic." Perturabo commented in a sullen voice, "If it were me, I would at most make certain adjustments to the ordering. For example, let me stand at the front and you all spread out in a triangular formation. On both sides.”

"Perhaps this was not made by him. Judging from the texture of these sculptures, they lack the delicacy polished by the original body. But it is indeed a bit narcissistic. If it were me, I would use a circular square to place these works of art, so that All eyes are focused on the Emperor in the center of the square." Fulgrim added a few words, "I think his heirs did it themselves. What do you think, Dorne?"

Dorn, wearing black armor, looked up at the statue of Guilliman.

This statue is tall and huge, and the sunlight shines evenly on Guilliman's body, creating a sense of divine majesty for the statue.

Guilliman's statue is flanked by statues of other Primarchs, but these statues are only one-third as tall as Guilliman and lack sunlight.

Among them, the rebel primarch was covered with a piece of cloth, and Dorn could only guess who was underneath based on the wrinkles of the cloth.

After thinking silently for a long time, Dorn replied calmly, "If the dome above the statue collapses, it will become a good load-bearing column."

"Hahaha..." Perturabo and Fulgrim laughed in the container. They could already imagine Guilliman's awkward look when he woke up and saw these statues.

The door is open.

Calgar walked into the room. His eyes first turned to Dorn standing under the statue of Guilliman and the sacred golden coffin suspended beside him, and then he showed unabashed respect to the statue of Guilliman.

"Dear elder." Calgar saluted Dorn. He did not learn more from Helbrecht's mouth, but only knew that he was an ancient hero from the Great Crusade.

The honor of being able to meet a legend made Calja's voice tremble.

"No need to be polite, kid."

This sentence came out of the elder's mouth so naturally that Calgar couldn't feel any disgust.

"Macragge has been saved, and we will provide you with all our help."

"The elder's help to Macragge will never be forgotten by the Ultramarines."

"No, you don't understand me yet. We'll help you in every way possible."

"What?" Calga blinked. He really didn't understand what Dorn meant.

dong dong.

Pointing his finger at the suspended container, Dorn continued, "The key to saving your father is stored here."

"What?!" Calgar raised his voice out of shock. His voice echoed in the empty hall. He immediately realized his mistake and apologized to the statue of the Primarch.

Resurrect our Father….

Is this... is this really possible?

Calga had mixed feelings in her heart. Her respect and love for the father of genes and her wariness of the mysterious man in front of her collided with each other, and it was difficult to distinguish between them.

"Excuse me..." Calgar tried to calm his tone as much as possible. He looked at Dorn seriously, "How can this sacred coffin resurrect the emperor's heir, the father of our great genes?"

"Don't tell him that Fulgrim is going to summon Slaanesh, otherwise we will forcefully break into Guilliman! I can't guarantee that there will be no casualties in this process!" Perturabo reminded hurriedly, he was serious I was afraid that Dorn, a straightforward guy, would spill the beans.

Dorn was silent for a long time. This silence made Calgar feel uneasy. He felt that his breathing became heavy and difficult.

Finally, Dorn had an answer, and he told Calgar, "Through the power of the Emperor's Friends."

Friends of the Emperor?

Calgar was even more shocked. He looked at the sacred coffin with pale lips, thinking about who in the empire could be called a friend of the emperor.

After reviewing the ocean of knowledge, Calgar could only extract a matching name from the precious records left by Guilliman.

Prime Minister of the Empire - Malcador.

The father of the original body had a rather complicated evaluation of Malcador. He believed that Malcador's ability to handle the affairs of the empire far exceeded his own. The empire's loss of Malcador during the rebellion was an indescribable loss.

If all the information left by the Gene Father is true, then the sacred coffin contains the legacy of Imperial Prime Minister Malcador?

And the powerful and mysterious warrior in front of him is a loyal person who accepts Malcador's secret mission in a critical moment and searches for Malcador's legacy in the dark galaxy?

Calga felt that he was getting closer to the truth, and he could even imagine the scene at that time.

The Imperial Chancellor Malcador was far-sighted. He observed the flow of fate and knew that Guilliman would be defeated at the hands of the demon Fulgrim in the future.

With such considerations in mind, he made plans in advance, and tried to make every effort to hold on to his last hope.

"Guilliman, you are the empire's last hope." The old man sighed, placing the future of the empire on Guilliman's shoulders.

Calga had goosebumps from the feeling of glory. He took a deep breath, his eyes shining.

How difficult is this ten-thousand-year mission? How many desperate battles did the elder in front of him demonstrate his infinite loyalty to the Emperor and the Empire...

Great!

Calgar bowed deeply to Dorne and expressed that he would cooperate with Dorne's actions.

"I always feel that his eyes are a little strange, but I can't tell what is strange." Fulgan frowned and whispered.

Later, Dorn came to Guilliman's throne room carrying a container that Calgar called the "Holy Golden Coffin."

This is a rather grand hall, and everything is designed with priority given to meeting the original body's huge body.

This is a pretty good design for Dorn, as well as Perturabo and Fulgrim in the container.

They find buildings by mortal standards closed and crowded, and even rooms built according to Space Marine standards may cause them to bump into some protrusions accidentally.

Marble columns support a dome painted with images of Macragge's great deeds, and this is where the Chapter's greatest glory and sorrow lie.

Guilliman's body sat quietly on the throne equipped with a stasis field. His eyes were closed and his lips were pale. The poison of Slaanesh in his body was torturing the strong body of his original body.

Calgar had felt both reverence and pain at the sight of the Primarch on the throne, but now there was a hint of hope on his face.

The sacred golden coffin was explored by Diglis, the director of the think tank, using his spiritual power. He did not find any demonic runes or plots.

The golden relief possesses an artistry that Diglis can only dream of. This is simply an ancient treasure that can only be made by the original body.

This must be a backhand left behind by our father, right? This is just as the holy scripture says, only by being fully prepared can we be invincible.