Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

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While Guilliman was worrying about recent events, he didn't realize that he was about to have another trouble.

The Lion King arrives on Terra.

There was no glorious greeting, no welcoming ceremony, and no identity investigation... because Ryan did not give the Terrans a chance to hold a welcoming ceremony.

The Lion King led his 1.7-meter-tall Lion Guards into Terra Void Port in a swagger, then took a transport plane to Terra, and went directly to find Guilliman.

The high lords of Terra who went to greet the Lion King in a hurry were not all present when they heard the Lion King ordering him to call Guilliman over. However, these people did not know the Lion King's temper ten thousand years later. What was it like? They quickly made a series of arrangements, fearing that if they neglected for a few milliseconds, their whole heads would be blown off by the fist of the original body.

Under the arrangement of the Pope, the Lion King and the Lion Guards were waiting in the Terra Church.

Under the horrified gaze of the Ecclesiarchy waiters, Ryan sat under the emperor's most magnificent statue in the entire empire, and shared with the Lion Guards the ancient Terra fruits and meat presented to the God Emperor.

"When I see Guilliman later, I will give him a good punch."

"You don't need to get involved. My brother can't beat me in a duel."

The Lion Guards listened to Ryan's words in horror. They felt that they should avoid it now to avoid seeing the differences between the two sons of God.

As for the waiter from the state sect, he was so frightened that he knelt down and kowtowed to Ryan and begged him not to do this.

Bang...bang...bang...

The sound of heavy power armor feet stepping on the marble floor came from the door of the church hall.

Lion immediately raised his head and saw Guilliman.

Guilliman was now wearing the Armor of Destiny, with his helmet under his arm.

The thirteenth primarch slowly walked out from behind the huge pillar in the church hall, with a complicated smile on his face.

There was regret, apology, helplessness, guilt, embarrassment in that smile...

Anyway, Guilliman walked out from behind the pillar, looked at Lion with a complicated smile, then leaned against the pillar, put on his helmet, and crossed his hands on his chest.

"Guilliman!"

A lion's roar was heard, and when others in the hall reacted, they saw that Ryan had already crossed a distance of thirty meters and was wrestling with Guilliman.

The Ecclesiastical Attendant immediately led the Lion Guards out of the hall, leaving only two Primarchs in the hall.

"You dismantled my army!"

"You dismantled my army!"

"Be sensible, Ryan! Don't you know what was going on at that time? Just because the Holy Code is not easy to use now does not mean that it was not necessary at that time. I must prevent a second rebellion!"

"Fuck you! Why wasn't you the one who died on the Spirit of Vengeance in the first place!"

"I also hope it's me! Because if I die, I won't have to face this empire that has fallen to such a heinous level!"

The roar of the Primarch echoed through the halls, but the church was so vast that no one outside could hear much.

The Lion Guards stood worriedly outside the door, wanting to go in to check on Ryan's condition, but the people from the National Church kept stopping them.

"Our duty is to protect the Primarch!"

The captain of the Lion Guard growled at the waiter.

The waiter is still blocking: "Are you protecting the original body? I won't let you in because I'm afraid that you will be accidentally beaten to death by the two sons of gods!"

There was no other way. The Lion Guards could only stand outside and wait anxiously. They felt that the Terran people would definitely bully Ryan if they sided with Guilliman.

Just like city people bullying rural people on the home planet.

In the Lion Guard's mind, Llane was helpless under the siege of Guilliman and the Terrans.

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After a while.

In the hall, Guilliman and Lion sat side by side on a collapsed and broken pillar.

Guilliman and Lion both lowered their heads.

The former had a little bruise on his arm, and the latter didn't even lose a hair.

"You bastard did a good thing." Guilliman rubbed his hair. "You pulled out my white hair."

Ryan lowered his head and glanced at the white hair in his hand. He stopped fighting when the white hair fell into his hand.

This white hair immediately reminded Ryan of the current situation of the Empire, and that it was Guilliman who had been dealing with the current mess before he arrived on Terra... maybe he would have to deal with it after he arrived on Terra...

"Your personality has changed too much." Guilliman looked at Ryan, "Besides, you seem to have aged a bit... If it were ten thousand years ago, I would have been carried back by the Honor Guard."

Ryan didn't want to discuss his aging and remained silent.

Both primarchs fell silent.

After a moment, Ryan suddenly spoke: "I said I hope it is you who dies on the Spirit of Vengeance instead of Sanguinius..."

Guilliman looked up at Lion, waiting for him to say something apologetic.

Because what he said was really hurtful.

"First of all, I have to admit that I did hope so...but, you know, hindsight is meaningless, and...to be honest...now that the two of us can meet, actually..."

Lion was hemming and hawing, gesticulating, and his ability to communicate was simply not matched by his original brain.

"You don't need to say it. I know you are actually very happy to see me, and you want to apologize for what you said, but you can't say it. I am surprised that you can express this attitude."

"Go to hell."

Lion glared at Guilliman.

Guilliman didn't care and put his arm around Ryan's shoulders: "I'm sorry, brother. I shouldn't have split up your legion, but it was necessary to split up the legion at that time. No wonder the Custodes look down on the brotherhood between Astartes and so on. , this is indeed a bad thing.”

"Of course you should apologize." Ryan nodded.

Guilliman nodded as well.

The relationship between the two cannot be said to be good at all, and it would not be too much to describe them as just like strangers.

But that was ten thousand years ago.

Now, faced with the current situation, both Llane and Guilliman felt that it was great to have each other's presence, because it meant that they were not dealing with the mess alone.

It's like two people who were punished to clean the toilet together, sharing the same fate.

There was nothing to say in this brotherly meeting, and it was completely different from when Lion met Sanguinius.

Guilliman also knew that Lion would not reveal anything to him, so he stood up directly and said to Ryan: "There are still many things waiting for me to do, so I'll excuse you now."

At this moment, Ryan suddenly felt like an outsider.

What responsibilities will you take on when you return to Terra, and what will you do to help Guilliman?

He didn't know this.

The Emperor didn't tell him, so Lion inevitably felt like he was a bystander, so he stopped Guilliman who turned to leave, stood up and asked, "Is there anything you need me to do?"

"Go to meet your father, and then come out and announce to everyone that he has made you the Imperial Warmaster." Guilliman said.

"You fucking think you're funny?" Ryan yelled.

But Guilliman acted very seriously, not showing off his little humor at all.

"Listen, Lion, I need a general, the Empire needs a general, who else can take this position besides you now?" Guilliman sat back down next to Lion and explained to him.

Guilliman always had a lot of sense.

He talked about the state religion, the current situation of the empire, and why it was necessary for Ryan to become the military commander of the empire.

Guilliman had also thought deeply about asking Lion to meet the Emperor and announce that the Emperor wanted him to be the Warmaster, because he was now the Son of God in the eyes of the world and was qualified to speak for the God Emperor.

As long as Ryan announces it, he can immediately integrate the various military forces of the empire.

In the past, the only way to mobilize the Ultramarines to provide support to a certain star region would no longer happen.

Ryan pondered for a moment and responded to Guilliman: "You don't need a warmaster, you need a war puppet who can be easily persuaded by you and who can be manipulated by you along with the military power."

"I trust you unconditionally, but you are so suspicious of me?" Guilliman asked sharply.

Ryan lowered his head, feeling guilty.

He has changed his mind, that is, no matter how ambitious Guilliman looked ten thousand years ago, at least ten thousand years later he will still be with the Empire, throwing aside five hundred worlds to become a government affairs processor for the Empire. It proves that he is loyal.

"Okay." After careful consideration, Lion stood up and extended his hand to Guilliman, "I will cooperate with you."

Guilliman held Ryan's hand: "Do as I say, and then use one thing to promote and increase your authority, that is to command the Astra Militarum and your descendants to fight for a certain country that is about to be invaded by the Zerg." A star region provides support.”

"Hmm... okay?" Ryan didn't want to listen to Guilliman, but couldn't think of a reason not to do so, so he nodded in agreement.