Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

The sunset was dim, and the sound of the waves became gentle.

Ron fell asleep in this quiet environment.

At some point, Guilliman's brows began to frown again, and a trace of inexplicable energy was wrapped around his body.

The regent fell into an illusion, just like countless times in the past, and returned to the nightmare of the past.

The essence of nightmares is interference with thinking, perhaps the influence of past shadows, or perhaps the call of some subspace existence.

But it is not a good thing after all.

The illusions kept passing by.

Guilliman saw the brilliant golden light, and the huge outline of the Emperor's Dream was gradually getting bigger, whitish in the afterglow of the sunset, like an unparalleled church in the air.

The blue-purple silhouette of the universe outlined the outline of the church, and there were millions of light spots around it.

Those were the lights of the warships.

The Great Crusade launched by his father, the Lord of Mankind, the Emperor, was so magnificent. The human fleet set out from Terra and rushed to the distant stars.

Humanity cleared the universe and became the overlord of the galaxy.

That was the moment when humanity was close to glory, but it was only the beginning of sunset and night.

"When did all this start?"

Guilliman tried to think about this complicated matter, but he could not get a definite answer, perhaps there were too many answers.

In fact, the signs of decline had already begun.

He returned to the meeting in Nikaea.

Although there was no record of his participation in the famous attendance list and the historical records of the Empire.

But he was there, and there were more Primarch brothers.

The Emperor ordered the use of false information to ensure that no one's testimony would be "tainted by the fear of others' gaze."

This meeting was a trial of the Thousand Sons Legion and a dispute among the Primarchs on how to use the power of the warp in the legion.

In the end, the Emperor gave the answer.

He issued the "Nikaia Decree", stipulating that no existence except navigators and astropaths could use psychic power, especially the Space Marine Legion.

"He who does not listen to my advice and does not believe in me will bring disaster upon himself.

He will be my enemy, and I will destroy him and all his followers until the end, when he will regret abandoning my light."

The Emperor once said this at the Council of Nicaea.

In front of everyone, he coldly rebuked the willful Primarch and his son:

"If you continue to contact the Warp and rely on that power... Magnus, I will let destruction befall you, and you and your Legion will disappear forever in the records of the Empire!"

Guilliman remembered it clearly.

When Magnus heard these words, his face turned pale, and his pride collapsed like a rock. He knelt on the ground and swore to obey.

Afterwards, the major legions were required to disband the think tank department.

And the Primarchs had to control themselves and not use the existing psychic power.

Only later, people found that this Warp power was the most effective means to resist Chaos heresy.

The Emperor's laws severely hindered the battles of the loyal legions during the Horus Heresy, making it difficult to deal with the rebellious legions that secretly used the Think Tank.

Therefore, Guilliman believed that this decree needed to be repealed, otherwise they would not be able to win this victory.

However, this was indeed the case, and the execution of the Nikaea Decree was forcibly suspended.

Guilliman was immersed in the illusions of the past, but his focus was not on psychic power or the warp, but on the disputes and hostility of the Primarchs.

He suddenly realized a fact and felt sad about it. It turned out that his Primarch brothers had never united, and the seeds of hatred had been planted long ago.

Now it seems.

Their father, the Emperor, was so arrogant, cold and rude, and neglected management. He was so stubborn that he hardly considered any Primarch parent-child emotions and feelings.

Perhaps he was not good at expressing emotions, too rational, and too trusting of the will of these genetic superhuman parents and children.

He thought they would be as selfless as himself and be able to sacrifice everything for mankind.

Little did they know that, like all human sons, they wanted fatherly love, longed for recognition, and had their own ideals and pursuits.

But what the Primarchs and their children received were only the cold instructions of the Emperor.

Guilliman could not correctly judge the Emperor's character. Some said he was an arrogant tyrant and a failed father, while others said he was a great and benevolent monarch.

All this was in the past.

Now their father, the Emperor, was dead, with his bones hanging on the Golden Throne, relying on the power of the Warp to retain a trace of consciousness.

He was not even sure whether the other party was still the Emperor.

Guilliman never wanted to believe that the Emperor would become a god, and become the existence he once hated.

That was extremely sad.

But there is no doubt that the Emperor's contribution and protection to mankind are impeccable.

"I am also a person who lacks humanity and is often blinded by arrogance and faith. Those who are courteous and talk and laugh are just means to achieve their goals.

Perhaps, I am no different from my father..."

The charming and kind regent analyzed himself coldly.

To achieve his goal, he did not hesitate to carry out cold killing.

Many years ago, he had learned that politics and war are a data table with words written in blood.

"Perhaps in addition to cold rationality, we need emotions, and they are more fragile than we think..."

Guilliman thought so.

He had committed too many killings driven by reason, perhaps some of which were foolish and avoidable.

His brother, the Lord of the Word Bearers and the seventeenth Primarch, Lorgar, was the most fanatical worshiper of his father, the Emperor.

At the beginning of the establishment of the Empire, Lorgar led the Word Bearers to gradually eliminate all blasphemous and heretical acts in the Empire, burned the old scriptures and symbols, and built new huge monuments and cathedrals.

To ensure that mankind's belief in the Emperor continued.

He also wrote a large number of works on the divinity and justice of the Emperor, and gave grand sermons and speeches to the public.

The most famous of these is "The Words of the Holy One".

Not only that, Lorgar also built a "perfect city" on the conquered planet - Monazia.

That was the sacred city where he devoted the most effort, and a large number of saints lived in it.

To sing praises to the greatness of the Emperor.

However, the Emperor was dissatisfied with the slow progress of Lorgar and the Word Bearers. He had to conquer the galaxy as quickly as possible to deal with future crises.

He was even more dissatisfied with the superstitious worship of Lorgar and others.

Because one of the main visions of the Great Crusade was to liberate mankind from ignorant and ignorant religious worship.

So the Emperor condemned Lorgar and ordered him to speed up the conquest instead of creating blind worship beliefs. He also ordered Guilliman to destroy the "perfect city" Monazia.

Guilliman obeyed the order and led the Ultramarines to burn Monazia and turn it into ashes.

But what he didn't expect was.

The Emperor then ordered him to accompany him to meet Lorgar and the Word Bearers.

The regent witnessed the scene again in the illusion. The Emperor used psychic pressure to force Lorgar and the Word Bearers to kneel in front of him.

And he, the executor who burned Monazia, was next to the Emperor.

This was undoubtedly a great humiliation and a major mental blow to a Primarch.

After that, Guilliman went on to fight again.

But he later heard that Lorgar had locked himself in his room and prayed silently for the Emperor's orders for a month.

During this period, the Primarch wore only a woolen robe and did not speak to anyone.

When the Emperor was about to condemn the progress of the Word Bearers again, Lorgar had already led his army back to the Great Crusade.

Those Primarchs obeyed the order and accelerated the pace of conquest, and the worlds along the way fell in front of the Word Bearers at lightning speed.

But to everyone's surprise, Lorgar became the first Primarch to betray. Decades before the Horus Heresy, he fell into Chaos under the temptation of the gods.

And it profoundly affected the subsequent Horus Heresy.

From Guilliman's current thinking, Lorgar's behavior was indeed wrong and deviated from the track, but his father, the Emperor, was too rough in handling it.

Perhaps there is a better solution.

Under the influence of Roan, the regent looked at things with a touch of emotional warmth in addition to rationality.

He was thinking, if he had paid more attention to Lorgar at that time, or even given him some comfort, and faced some things with him, would the result be different?

There is no answer to this question forever.

But ironically, the faith and worship created by Lorgar later became one of the most important pillars of the Empire.

All his ideas about the Empire's religion were realized, and they became more and more magnificent.

The "Sacred Words", a holy book that presumed the Emperor to be a god, allowed the establishment of the Empire's state religion. The religious taboo book that was widely criticized at that time is now regarded as a treasure by the Empire's state religion.

Trillions of soldiers and civilians hold the "Sacred Words" and pray to the great Emperor every day, and "God Emperor" has become the most common name for the Emperor.

The Space Marines are based on faith and loyalty. The Grey Knights rely on faith to avoid being corrupted, and the battle sisters and priests heal themselves with prayer.

There are many living saints walking in the Empire, and everything has been as he wished.

"Perhaps, that bastard is secretly sneering in a cold corner somewhere at this moment..."

Guilliman sighed in his heart.

But no matter what, when I see the fallen one again, I must give him a severe punishment!

When this thought came to his mind, his mind seemed to be pulled by some existence and established a connection with a distant chaotic place.

It was a tower engraved with sacred scriptures but full of chaotic darkness.

The bell of the tower rang, and the door on the top suddenly opened. A figure with a hideous head and horns, scriptures tied to his body, and surrounded by dark yellow flames opened his eyes.

That was the fallen Primarch Lorgar who had ascended to the devil.

For thousands of years, he has been sitting cross-legged in this tower to meditate.

This bastard almost never goes out, and he is not willing to move until his death.

Especially after being beaten up by the big black crow, the Primarch of the 19th Legion, Corax, the last time he went out, he didn't want to go out even more.

When Lorgar sensed the Regent's psychic thinking, he was also surprised, and even had a hint of joy:

"Guilliman, have you also accepted the essence of that power? This is really rare.

Fate has led you here, perhaps you can consider exploring the original truth with me..."

This man, who is obsessed with exploring the power of faith, tries to find the true God beyond the material realm, so as to explore the ultimate mystery of the universe.

"Except for the truth, I have no other desire..."

Lorgar once said so.

Of course, he didn't think those Chaos gods were true gods, but tried to find higher-dimensional existences and the true creator through the Chaos Warp.

This fallen Primarch hated atheists very much, especially those like Guilliman who rejected the essence of the Warp.

Now he could see him using that power to form illusions to contact himself.

It was a pleasant surprise.

And he could feel that Guilliman's essence was so powerful.

"There are no gods in this world, only a group of ugly, arrogant lunatics who are lost in power."

The Regent stared at Lorgar with a bad look.

"You are wrong, you are all wrong, I am the one who has mastered the only truth..."

Lorgar smiled: "Look, has the Empire become what I imagined? You should really go and see if our father has become a god.

This is the power of faith, I won."

He patted the original manuscript "The Words of the Holy Spirit" that was still hanging on his body and was stained with filth, and was quite proud.

That was his most satisfying work.

Lorgar said enthusiastically:

"God, I should really go see my father, look up to the only sun, and ask him if he regrets stopping me from doing everything for him.

If everything goes well, perhaps the empire will not become like this.

You should also be grateful to me. The empire can survive to this day, and I have contributed to it..."

The regent did not respond to the words of this asshole god, but rushed over directly.

But Lorgar was unwilling to contact him, but directly closed the tower and cut off the connection.

He disdained to start a fight with these rude atheists.

The fact is that this most invincible existence among the primarchs was also severely beaten by Guilliman, in addition to Horus, Fulgrim and others.

It belongs to the combat power floor.

After Lorgar closed the tower, he seemed to feel other divinities in the connection with Guilliman, and even detected a breath outside the galaxy.

He explored all this carefully.

"This is a new clue. I should go out to find this truth..."

The fallen primarch who had been self-proclaimed for many years calmly became excited.

He thought of Guilliman again, and smiled with a trace of success.

Before completely closing the tower, he gave the atheist a guide, which would allow the brother to have a chance to look at the god-like sun.

I believe this will change the brother's foolish thoughts.

...

Warp.

The holy sun shone with endless brilliant light, and the energy was so surging that it shook everything around.

"Father..."

The psychic essence of the Regent was almost drowned in the light of faith and was stirred by this power.

Looking at the silent holy sun.

He felt extremely sad and unbelievable in his heart, and his mind became confused.

When he was in the palace before, he didn't have a deep contact with this power. He just thought it might be an illusion formed by some kind of psychic energy, and there was a reason to convince himself.

But now he really felt this power.

The Regent could no longer convince himself, nor could he refuse to admit that the Emperor had become disgusting.

Because he felt the divinity, and even more felt the darkness hidden in it.

What is the difference between this and those Chaos lunatics who claim to be gods?

Guilliman's heart sank.

He was keenly aware that if the Emperor's condition continued to deteriorate, he might have to face this existence corrupted by faith one day.

How should he deal with it then, and where should humanity go?

A cold thought arose in the anxious heart of the Regent, perhaps to end it all as soon as possible and avoid a worse situation!

But as soon as this idea appeared, it was extinguished.

He couldn't do this, humanity needed this power, and he couldn't treat his father who had dedicated everything to humanity in this way.

In the past, he might have reluctantly taken action driven by reason, but not now!

He believed that he and his brother Roan would find a better way.

For some reason, Guilliman trusted that brother so much, as if as long as they stood together, they could solve all crises and difficulties.

When the Regent calmed down, he noticed the whispers and interference in his mind.

That was the influence exerted by the Chaos Gods.

He reacted.

Everything that has happened so far is the trick of those despicable rats in the warp.

They took advantage of my weakness, set traps to interfere with my thinking, and guide me to achieve my goal.

Perhaps it is the method used by the Chaos Gods to corrupt those Primarch brothers.

But these dark tricks cannot make me surrender.

I will never bow to those guys like those fallen brothers!

Soon, the Regent took a deep look at the Holy Sun, and then looked at the little sun sleeping soundly next to him.

Then he left this area.

He didn't want to stay here for too long. If he waited until the Emperor woke up, he would not know how to deal with such a situation.

Somewhere in the void.

Boom——

A huge energy burst.

"Chaos evil spirits, you can't control me.

You should be afraid. In the near future, the flames of revenge will burn all the darkness!"

Guilliman burst out with the fury of the storm, like a huge blue giant in the subspace, wrapped in the energy of the storm, and his body spread into the depths of the void.

That power is so huge.

He suddenly pulled out the chaos residue attached to his body and crushed it into pieces, completely eliminating all effects.

In the endless distance, three huge figures quietly disappeared.

Their plan failed.

But at least something has been gained. As long as the regents use this power, they will have the opportunity to exert more influence.

These Chaos Evil Gods are more wary of the Regent and will design more plots and traps for him and launch more attacks.

After Guilliman shattered those influences, feeling his current divine appearance, he couldn't help but feel a trace of disgust in his heart.

Under the rejection, this power began to shrink or even be sealed.

He doesn't need this power.

Even if his father, the Emperor, loses control and becomes a new threat to mankind in the future, he will defeat him as a human to protect everything about mankind.

Backed by this belief, the regent seemed to grow stronger again.

However, just when his mind and consciousness returned to his body, he tried to completely seal this power.

He sensed something was wrong with Ron.

From his psychic perspective, Guilliman discovered that his brother was being corrupted by Slaanesh and was on the verge of danger.

The power of the evil god is exerting influence, and countless demonic phantoms are pestering his brother, trying to drag him into the abyss!

"Ron!"

The regent's heart clenched, and the storm rose with fury.

…

The illusion of Slaanesh.

On the green field, there are endless figures of desire, and these wonderful existences spread to the endless distance.

This area gathers almost all the images Ron can imagine, which can satisfy all his desires, and there are even more exciting programs.

Moreover, it is starred by several Slaanesh demons led by the Phantom of Slaanesh, and the scene in the wilderness is constantly changing.

Each area has its own characteristics and belongs to a large collection.

It can be said that he has exhausted all his tricks.

Ron swallowed:

"Hiss~ Classic scene, this high-end game..."

The Lord of Joy has made such a big cost, what else is there to say, he must go through it alone!

However, just when it was time to launch an attack.

He suddenly heard a familiar, calm, and angry voice behind him: "Heretics, you are seeking your own death!"

Ron turned his head and unexpectedly saw a tall blue azure gold figure walking towards him holding the Emperor's Sword.

He couldn't help but marvel:

"Hey guys, a new plot where brothers join forces to fight?!"