Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

"Father, I think Guilliman is in collusion with the aliens and could betray the Empire at any time. I suggest that you send people to encircle and suppress the 13th Legion immediately, block the Ultramar region, capture Guilliman and take him back to Terra."

Zhuang Sen's voice sounded in the holographic projection in front of Yang Cheng. Looking at Zhuang Sen's passionate words, Yang Cheng couldn't help but roll his eyes at him.

"Okay, go do your thing first. I'll call you if I need you..."

"Father, I am willing to take on the role of Legion Executioner and remove the 13th Legion and its Primarch Robouti Guilliman!"

"Okay, got it. Guilliman's Macragge's Glory will soon enter the Solar Segmentum. We'll talk about it when he comes to meet me."

Yang Cheng waved his hand and said, "Do you have anything else to say? If not, I have to continue working."

"Father, I hope you can seriously consider my suggestion." Zhuang Sen said anxiously.

"Well, I'll consider it, but now is not the time to discuss this." Yang Cheng replied impatiently.

Zhuang Sen wanted to say something, but when he saw Yang Cheng's cold eyes, he shut his mouth.

"Okay, father, I understand. If you need anything, please let me know at any time." Zhuang Sen nodded, turned around and hung up the phone.

Looking at Zhuang Sen's excited face, Yang Cheng hung up the phone reluctantly.

He was somewhat troubled by Jonson's proposal, as he did not believe Guilliman would betray the Imperium.

However, as the leader of an empire, he could not easily ignore any potential threats.

He decided to meet with Guilliman in person to learn more and make an informed decision.

Soon, the Glory of Macragge appeared in orbit around Terra, and Guilliman arrived at the gate of the palace on a Thunderhawk.

As Guilliman stepped down from the Thunderhawk, he was now wearing a white robe and did not carry any weapons.

"Mr. Trajan..."

Guilliman looked at Trajan, who was fully armed in golden armor in front of him, and then spoke slowly.

"My Lord and Horus are waiting for you, follow me..."

Trajan did not respond to Guilliman's greeting, but just said lightly.

After saying this, he turned and walked towards the palace, while dozens of guards formed two teams and stood on both sides of Guilliman, and then took him into the palace.

Guilliman followed Trajan into the palace silently, his heart full of doubts and uneasiness.

Although he knew what he was about to face, he still felt an indescribable pressure.

“It’s his pressure…” Guilliman felt a familiar breath, which was the majesty of the Emperor.

His heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

As a golden door slowly opened, a strong light illuminated the entire room, forcing Guilliman to squint.

When he adjusted to the light, he was stunned by what he saw.

An enormous golden throne stood in the center of the room, shining with such dazzling light that it was impossible to look directly at it.

The throne is surrounded by various huge instruments and equipment, which are closely connected to the throne to form a huge and complex system.

These instruments flickered with faint light, as if showing people the terrifying power they contained.

Guilliman stared with wide eyes, looking at everything in front of him in disbelief.

He had never seen such a spectacular scene and his heart was filled with awe.

At this moment, Yang Cheng appeared behind Guilliman in casual clothes.

He looked at Guilliman with a smile, his eyes revealing confidence and majesty.

"How is it? Is it spectacular?" Yang Cheng asked softly, with a hint of teasing in his voice.

Guilliman turned around and looked at Yang Cheng, his eyes full of surprise and confusion.

The guards around Guilliman made way for him and half-knelt on the ground in unison.

"Father...I am here to..."

"You don't have to tell me, I know everything..."

Yang Cheng interrupted Guilliman and took him to sit on the two armchairs beside the throne.

"You know all that..."

"Yes, I know all that."

Yang Cheng asked Guilliman to sit down, and then sat opposite Guilliman.

"Father, I am willing to accept any punishment. This is my responsibility..."

"No, my child, you did nothing wrong. Your rationality overcame your desire for war, which is exactly what the empire lacks."

Yang Cheng slowly picked up the coffee at hand and took a sip.

"Guilliman, my brother..."

Horus walked out and said to Guilliman who was talking to Yang Cheng in front of him.

"Horus..."

Guilliman looked at the figure that suddenly appeared in front of him, and then spoke slowly.

"Can I understand that you betrayed the Empire? Dare to form an alliance with the aliens?"

Horus stared at Guilliman in front of him, his eyes full of anger and murderous intent.

"No, Horus, Guilliman's choice this time is the right one." Yang Cheng said slowly, his eyes firm and deep, as if he saw through everything.

Yang Cheng shook his head slightly, then turned his gaze to Horus, whose face was flushed with anger.

His tone was calm, but it carried an irresistible force: "You have to understand that what the empire needs most right now is fanaticism and impulsiveness. What we need is rational thinking and calm analysis of the situation so that we can make wise decisions."

As Yang Cheng finished speaking, Horus, who was originally filled with anger, gradually regained his sanity, and the anger on his face gradually disappeared.

He took a deep breath, then silently sat back in his seat and looked at Yang Cheng quietly.

Yang Cheng continued, "Wildness can help a race survive in a difficult environment, but only rationality can allow the race to continue. In this vast universe, we must keep a clear head and not be swayed by emotions."

Hearing this, Horus nodded slightly to show his agreement. He knew that Yang Cheng was right.

What they need is not only courage and strength, but also wisdom and strategy.

"Animality and rationality complement each other and are indispensable. Only in this way can we lead the empire to a prosperous future." Yang Cheng concluded.

At this time, Guilliman stood up and nodded respectfully to Yang Cheng.

He held a thick report in his hand, ready to report the results of the operation to Yang Cheng in detail.

"Guilliman, report to me the results of this time." Yang Cheng ordered in a serious tone.

When Yang Cheng saw Artanis describing the human fleet, the coffee in his mouth almost sprayed onto Horus' face.

"What is this? What silver imperial eagle? Why does this thing look exactly like what that idiot Zhang Yang likes?"