Chapter 190： Enough to determine the mission of the future of the empire (subscription required)

The sky and the earth changed drastically, the structure of the real space was overwhelmed, and there was a dull sound, and the light of the ether spread all over the sky, like cracks.

The ceremony of the Word Bearers has been formed, and the Blackstone Demon Crown reverses the anti-subspace force field of the Vigilante, making it an amplifier.

The violent aetheric force poured out from the void warp, tearing apart the fabric of time and space.

The monstrous waves of the subspace swept in with a terrifying trend unimaginable by the world.

The psykers were all howling.

The force of oppression is too powerful, and it is simply not something that humans can bear.

Only by closing your mind can you get rid of the endless illusions.

The most intuitive change that everyone can see, that is, the scar of the curse that was originally confined to the edge of the galaxy began to move inward.

The crazy waves of the Great Rift are approaching, and they are about to swallow Vigilus.

On the surface of Vigilante, with the operation of the Black Stone Devil Crown set up by the Word Bearers, the phenomenon of reality disintegration began to appear in large numbers around the world.

As a key channel connecting the dark side of the empire on the north side and the holy land of the empire on the south side.

The real space inside the Nachmond Corridor has always been the coveted area of ​​the Chaos Demon.

However, the existence of the anti-subspace force field prevents them from entering the real space.

At most, it can only appear briefly with the help of various blood sacrifice rituals.

Now, they have found a breakthrough.

The dam that maintained reality finally collapsed, and the minions of the gods continued to enter the real universe like an out-of-control flood.

An unprecedented disaster broke out on Vigilus.

And in the Eastern Mountains, at the last ritual platform, Abaddon and Calgar are about to decide the winner.

"Are you sure?" Calgar looked at the torn sky.

He failed the Imperial Regent after all.

Vigilus is reversed, and the Empire is literally split in two.

All regions are invaded by Chaos.

The only way to make up for the mistake now is to.

Calgar looked at Abaddon.

Killing the archenemy of Chaos might make the Primarch forgive him for his incompetence.

"Go to hell!" Abaddon roared, and the magic sword in his hand released an extremely strong evil light.

The breath on his body became more and more terrifying.

Abaddon stabbed out with his sword, using all his strength.

Thrust this sword from the lost past.

Piercing this sword from an undetermined future.

Pierce this sword from the trajectory line of fate.

Abaddon used the blessings of the gods and the power accumulated over thousands of years.

What he wants to pursue is to seal the throat with a sword.

One sword will decide the outcome.

This is a big gamble.

As long as you win, the battle is won.

However, there is no good end for gamblers.

Calgar has already completed the second original casting upgrade, and his physical fitness and strength have been greatly enhanced, which has surpassed the limit of ordinary people.

Star warriors are called supermen by mortals. They are so strong that ordinary people can't afford the courage to resist.

But space fighters still belong to the human level.

Even if they stand at the pinnacle of human body transformation, space warriors are just mortals.

Calgar is different, he is already a demigod.

A true demigod.

The Emperor Angel combat engine has been fully activated, and it has been equipped with terrifying abilities.

When Abaddon attacked for the first time, Calgar used the teleportation ability.

Relying on this ability of being invisible, he easily defeated Abaddon.

Let it know that the empire is no longer the empire it used to be.

Now, Calgar directly overloaded the combat engine to fully enhance his strength.

The power fist installed in his hand made a crackling sound.

After charging, Calgar punched out.

The speed was so fast that Abaddon only felt his vision blurred for a moment, and then he lost his feeling.

With just one fist, Abaddon flew out again.

He is wearing a set of Terminator power armor from 10,000 years ago. It is extremely heavy and has been blessed by the gods. There are also many powerful wizards who have poured their power into the armor.

But Calgar blew up the protective shield of the power armor and the shield of the breastplate with one punch, and made Abaddon fly more than ten meters away.

One can imagine how terrifying Calgar's punch is now.

The Terminator armor, which contained infinite power, was blown apart with a single punch.

Abaddon wanted to stand up, but tried several times, but fell down again.

"Trash." Calgar repeated again.

Just now, Abaddon, who clamored to kill Calgar and let Guilliman taste the pain of losing his heir, vomited blood.

Just one punch, and he fell there and couldn't get up.

Abaddon became even more angry in his heart, and his rationality was about to be overwhelmed by anger.

But he just couldn't stand up. Calgar's punch was so terrifying that he couldn't even move.

The only thing he can do is to look at Calgar's direction fiercely.

Calgar walked up, he wanted to execute the opponent directly.

But in the next second, a strange **** evil flame emerged out of thin air, quickly covering Abaddon's whole body,

After shining with a bright **** light. The elite and Warmaster of the Black Legion on the battlefield disappeared.

Seeing that the Warmaster lost to Calgar, those wizards took him away with black magic.

If Abaddon dies here, the Black Legion will fall apart.

For this, Abaddon must live.

Whether for the good of the gods or their own.

Abaddon had to live.

Calgar roared angrily, calling Abaddon a coward.

But there was no voice to respond to him.

Abaddon, who was arrogant just now and clamored to let Calgar die, fled the battlefield in embarrassment.

The wizards of the Black Legion didn't waste any time, they teleported Abaddon back to the Vengeful Spirit.

Nowadays, the situation on the Vengeful Spirit is not very good.

The imperial fleet's offensive was too violent.

Large numbers of Chaos ships have been destroyed, leaving only burning wrecks in the void.

The Chaos Fleet suffered heavy casualties and was routed by the Empire.

The Spirit of Vengeance, the Queen of Glory class, was originally invincible, using extremely precise artillery fire and void shield temporary reinforcements to block every shell, light and torpedo from the Empire.

In the eyes of the Imperial Navy, this Chaos ship is literally invulnerable.

Actually, the Spirit of Vengeance is no longer the Spirit of Vengeance.

It has been blessed by the gods, as well as transformed and upgraded by countless wizards and followers of the Dark Mechanic Cult.

Abaddon secretly formed a team of Chaos Wizards who were proficient in prophecy in the Spirit of Vengeance, and connected them to the battleship.

The prophecy team performed the prophecy rituals continuously, and also communicated directly with the Avenging Fire's defensive fire control system.

In this way, the Spirit of Vengeance can predict the enemy's attack and remain invincible.

However, the firepower of the imperial fleet brought by Calgar is too terrifying.

The combined forces of the huge Imperial ships overwhelmed the fire control systems of all Chaos ships with their overwhelming firepower, and so did the Vengeful Spirit.

The chaos wizards who used to prophesy were driven mad by the fragmented future caused by the huge number of imperial ships. There was an ear-piercing scream.

After the seriously injured Abaddon returned to the Vengeful Spirit, he ordered the retreat.

Soon, the flagship jumped into the warp and disappeared without a trace.

The Chaos Warmaster will return someday in the future to continue the eternal war against the Empire.

At this moment, he has failed.

But Abaddon was not discouraged by this.

He failed many times and was defeated many times.

But now, he is still there, and those people have long since left.

Patience is a virtue, and so is dormancy.

Anger is necessary, but meaningless anger is not worth advocating.

Abaddon admitted that this time Calgar beat him.

If Calgar thought he had won, he was dead wrong.

This is a long war, for everyone.

Temporary victory or defeat is meaningless.

Who can win the final victory is the most important thing.

The duel failed.

But Abaddon's goal has been achieved.

The ritual of the Blackrock Demon Crown has been completed.

The anti-subspace force field has also been reversed into a subspace augmentation force field.

Nakmaund Corridor will be closed in a few months.

Without the corridor that can penetrate the Great Rift, Guilliman has no way to support the dark side of the empire.

The empire is only half left.

After all, after all, it was Abaddon, the Warmaster elected by the four gods, who won.

It's just the difference between winning more and winning less.

The Spirit of Vengeance left, and the Chaos Fleet completely lost its last courage to resist.

They also evacuated one after another.

However, the departure of the Vengeful Spirit also had some dire effects.

One of the most basic principles of subspace navigation is to use powerful energy to tear apart reality.

For a giant ship like the Glorious Queen, the space-time rift it needs will be huge.

In this universe where the big rift is constantly approaching, reality is already on the verge of disintegration.

Vengeful Spirit, the reality rift created while teleporting away, didn't heal again like before.

The correction force in the universe can no longer bridge the subspace gap, and can only let the slit lamp exist.

The large gap caused by the Vengeful Spirit resonated with the cursed scar, and merged with the havoc brought by the previous Blackstone Demon Crown Ceremony, becoming an even larger chaotic vortex that traversed the entire galaxy and shone with blue-green light.

Part of the chaotic ships trying to escape were torn apart in this accident, directly torn apart by the distorted subspace and real space.

The Black Legion withdrew, but unfortunately the threat of Chaos has not been completely eliminated.

The minions of the gods can already ignore the restrictions of the real universe, freely enter and exit the Vigilante, and even get the boost of Vigilante, a super-large subspace power amplifier, to gain stronger power.

Today's Vigilus is a world on the verge of destruction.

Calgar still has to save the world and find a way to prevent the closing of the Nachmond Corridor, otherwise, he really doesn't know how to face his genetic father, how to explain that he threw away the other half of the empire.

Jess, who was on the verge of death, was brought back to Jubei City for treatment.

Many imperial troops who fought bravely were commended by Calgar.

However, the situation is not very good.

Calgar held an emergency meeting to prepare to take over Vigilus.

The ships of the empire are parked in the low-earth orbit of the Vigilante, and a large number of drones and gunships are continuously dispatched to attack the ground, and at the same time collect the situation around the Vigilante.

Numerous hives are no longer under the control of the human empire, but are controlled by alien and chaotic forces.

Like other worlds in the Empire, the wealth of Vigilus is occupied by a group of noble families and ruling cores.

Most of these people have followed Lucian XII to defect to Chaos.

Which means they are targets that must be cleaned up.

In addition to nobles, there are mobs and alien churches.

The mob has lost faith in imperial rule.

When the disaster came, the nobles gave up their duties.

Scrape all the wealth and materials accumulated over thousands of years under their own high walls, and hoard enough water and food for them to live a hundred lives.

Then, they locked the gate tightly, keeping the people and workers out.

Also hired assassins and troops to suppress malicious assemblies of the people.

They are required to be hungry, to work hard with loyalty to the emperor, and with the dream of the great revival of the empire.

All kinds of measures have seriously hurt the civilians of the empire. For this, they have completely given up their illusions about the empire. Under the instigation of various churches, they have launched a surging resistance movement.

The Dragon Nest Capital, which relies on the power of the Dragon Volcano, was the first to launch a resistance.

There are very old indigenous beliefs here.

People believed that volcanoes gave them hope.

This local belief is called the Fire Worship Sect.

However, the world does not know which **** this belief points to.

Only the subspace demons will know that, in addition to the conventional cognitions of transformation, magic, and knowledge, the Tzeentch demon is also the subspace entity closest to the image of Agni.

It also means that the fire-worshiping church in the dragon's nest capital has always pointed to the **** of change, Tzeentch.

For a long time, the demons have not been able to fully manifest because of the backlash effect of the black stone here.

It was not until the emergence of the Great Rift that they were able to exert influence over mortal believers.

When the Word Bearers ritual of the Blackrock Crown is complete, the demons are free to go.

They emerged from the flames and lava, answering the desperate, hopeless believers.

Facing the bewitching of the devil, the believers quickly started their own jihad.

Countless slaves rose up to fight for their "true god" and for their future.

Under the leadership of the Church of Fire, who believed in the God of Change-Tzeentch, the civilians who hated the empire destroyed the Dragon Volcano, causing the largest active volcano on the Vigilance Planet to erupt.

The erupted volcanic ash once again polluted the already extremely unbearable living environment of Vigilus.

As a result, the entire sky was covered by volcanic ash, like the end of the world.

In other hive cities, the Genestealers formed the Order of the Pauper Princes to pursue slogans such as freedom, democracy, and equality, and quickly grew in crisis. They controlled the largest water source in the Eastern Mountains and Vigilus.

Those water sources have been mixed with biochemical poisons, and those who drink them can easily be controlled by the hypnotic psionic power of gene stealers.

In order not to become food and slaves of the Zerg, people can only be forced to give up those water sources.

For this reason, a serious water shortage crisis has been caused.

The minions of the plague **** did not miss the chaos on Vigilus.

People without water were forced to pray to every **** they could think of.

And the "merciful" plague **** answered their plea.

A great demon of Nurgle named Rainfather answered the mortal plea.

This great demon is not much different in image from other great demons born from the image of the loving father Nurgle himself.

The only difference is that he is more generous and eager to respond to mortal requests.

As the Great Unclean One moved forward, a large-scale heavy rain fell on Vigilus.

People came out of the hiding place in ecstasy to welcome the timely rain.

The civilians, imperial soldiers, and half-blood believers of the civilian princes were all in ecstasy, drinking the rainwater that fell during this miracle.

However, the gift of Chaos comes at a very heavy price.

Their deaths came extremely slowly, tens of millions of bodies swollen with pus over the next few days.

Grey pus oozes from every orifice in their bodies.

Nurglings are even conceived within many victims.

Hundreds of millions of Nurgle's walking corpses are rampant in the Hive City, thirsting for the flesh and blood of the living, and performing scenes of real zombie survival stories.

When the chaos and carnage on Vigilus came to a head, the hot winds of war summoned another kind of demon.

The people who have been deprived of everything vent their anger unrestrainedly.

The dark followers of the blood **** use various methods to catalyze the anger of the masses.

The demons of Khorne have made their way to reality in various war zones.

Some demons rise from pools of blood, while others appear ritually in acts of violence.

Some were summoned by the own wrath of the desperate populace.

Waves of furious civilians poured into the noble district, tearing the nobles apart.

The cruel and **** atrocities put down the last straw to the curtain of reality that had reached its limit.

Just as the nobleman was smashed to death by the crowd with bare hands, a blood-red slanting light appeared out of thin air, and then the brass legion eager to kill tore through the curtain of reality and descended on the hive capital.

Soon, the entire hive was completely destroyed by the demons of Khorne, and the skulls piled up like a mountain.

Slaanesh demons also appear throughout Vigilius.

They are summoned by the indulgent with the most extreme emotions.

The nobles of each hive city abandoned the people they were supposed to protect and turned to the Marauder.

Catalyzed by betrayal, the cruelty of the predators, and the fear of death made them quickly degenerate themselves.

They gathered together for a bottomless carnival, indulging themselves in the apocalypse.

When the energy released from the Black Stone Polishing Ceremony shreds reality. These acts of **** attract attention beyond this world.

The nobles died at the hands of the demons, or became one of them.

In addition to these demons, there are also Dark Eldar and orcs from all over the place.

They also caused huge damage and loss to human beings.

The situation on Vigilus is so bad that there is no way to do it.

"We have to subdue Saints Port City first, whether it is personal emotion or strategic location, Saints Port City is the best target, they have the largest airport, and they also have giant tracks connecting various hive cities. Personally, the Lucian family is the leader of the betrayal, and it was their betrayal that led to the complete collapse of the loyalist front, and the massacre of a large number of soldiers and civilians."

An imperial officer with a bandage on his head spoke first.

Speaking of the Lucian family, his hatred almost turned into substance.

If it weren't for this family, the loyalists definitely would not have suffered such serious casualties.

Calgar looked at the information given to him by various departments and the army.

The situation in each nest is not optimistic.

The Blackstone Demon Crown Ceremony tore apart the barriers between reality and illusion, causing the Nachmond Corridor to become more and more fragile, and in the end, it would even disappear directly.

Before that, he had to find a way to stop this.

"Do you also support the conquest of Saint Port City first?" Calgar looked at the crowd and asked.

"Saint Port City can be attacked in advance and defended in retreat. It can quickly transport troops to other hives by rail. It is an important strategic hive city. If it can be won, it will be of great benefit to us."

Jess, who was barely able to move, also sat in his seat and expressed his opinion.

Others agreed.

Calgar thought for a moment, and finally decided to solve the matter of Saint Port City first.

After confirming, Calgar gave the strike order.

With the development of industry and technology in the empire today.

Many previous strategic models have been abandoned.

Walk the army, then build artillery positions, dig trenches, and then send out attacking troops to gnaw down the city.

Now, it is an integrated operation.

First came the last round of artillery fire to suppress.

Then send the heavy tanks, knights, and infantry to attack directly.

With the order to strike, the imperial troops quickly moved into action.

A huge teleportation platform was quickly built on the square of Jubei City.

With the infusion of energy, all those instruments buzzed.

The huge reaction column shone with light, and then became coherent, forming a beam of light.

The concentrated energy array emits a stinging light.

A huge distorted ball of charged light appeared on the platform.

The tentacles shining with strong light danced wildly in the air, twisting as if they were alive.

The mechanical priests adjusted the parameters of each item, the light sphere slowly stabilized, and the distorted surface became smooth as a mirror.

The originally three-dimensional photosphere forms a light mirror without thickness.

It is like a part of the high-dimensional universe projected into the three-dimensional universe.

Part of it has extended to the high-dimensional universe, connecting the spaces of the two places, forming a transmission optical bridge.

The troops entered in an orderly manner.

Tank formations, Knight Titans, and ready-made gunships, etc., flowed into the light hole like a tide.

A brutal fight kicked off.

The head coach of the Black Legion has already been defeated, and the remaining Chaos forces are naturally not enough to cause trouble.

Soon, Saint Port City was penetrated by the Imperial Loyalist troops and entered the city.

The exorcist troops composed of battle nuns and the state church used new equipment that could receive the power of the emperor to expel demons.

Bright golden light will light up in the Hive City from time to time, followed by the screams of demons.

Lucian XII, who was hung on the city wall, was rescued by other nobles at the last moment and re-elected as the leader.

Under Abaddon's command, the demons tortured him with all cruel means, but did not let him die.

Just let him suffer, let those idiot nobles know that warriors are the best people to rule this galaxy.

Many nobles were afraid of getting into trouble, so they distanced themselves from him one after another.

When they learned that Abaddon was beaten by the empire and fled in embarrassment, when the empire returned, the nobles thought of him again.

Hurriedly rescued him as the backbone.

Facing the powerful army of the empire, the dying Lucian XII had no choice but to surrender again, hoping to be forgiven.

"Holy Emperor, please forgive the sins of foolish people. Merciful Lord Ultramar, Lord of Limits, please forgive our sins." Lucian XII brought many nobles to kneel in front of Calga , a humble request.

He completely forgot that not long ago, he was clamoring that the Chapter Master of the Space Marines was not fit to rule the Imperium.

Only elites like them are the mainstays of the empire.

Whoever they choose is the winner.

Now it seems that the turning of the victory compass will not change because of their choice.

Their so-called aspirations of the people are somewhat ironic.

Under the circumstances of their chaotic command and poor logistics, the loyalists of the empire were beaten back by the chaos, and finally they were backstabbed by these idiots, almost collapsed, and countless people were killed or injured.

After these nobles surrendered, Abaddon was taught a lesson by the iron fist of the empire, and was beaten and fled in embarrassment.

Whoever these idiots surrender to is doomed to failure.

Calgar has already learned about the evil deeds of these nobles from other people.

Vigilance is so bad, their responsibility is the greatest.

Enjoy power and fail to fulfill the obligation to protect civilians, and also excessive oppression, leading to civil uprisings.

"Hang them all up on the city wall, just like what the Great Marauder did in the past. Although he is an enemy, I have to say, he left me a good way to punish you bastards."

Calgar had all the nobles hanged up to show the determination of the empire to the whole world.

This approach can win some civilians who have not yet completely fallen into the abyss.

They just hate the rule of the nobles, and they don't really want to join Chaos.

All Calgar has to do is to show that the empire will change the bad situation before.

Lucian XII screamed in horror when he heard Calgar's sentence, "You can't do this!"

"Of course I can. I can do everything that I think is right." Calgar said, "This is just the beginning, the empire has already hated you **** trash."

Solar system, planet Terra.

As a ruler, Guilliman has never had an easy job.

Even with the assistance of Penny and others, he still has a lot of urgent government affairs to deal with.

Every part of the empire is in crisis, and countless people of the empire are desperately asking for help from the void.

Guilliman has to respond to them in time, or in a desperate situation, they will throw themselves into Chaos or some other nonsense.

This is something that cannot be criticized.

Survival is above all else.

If the empire has no way to protect those worlds, it cannot blame those worlds for leaving the empire.

Guilliman dispatched those troops as much as possible to help the beleaguered world, expel the enemies of mankind, and at the same time issued an order to expand the army, requiring all troops to expand their troops.

Especially for the Primaris Space Marines, Guilliman relaxed the original codex rules, allowing each chapter to expand to a legion size of 10,000 people.

He also secretly mixed those legions with pure human gene-seed without the Primarch as an anchor, to prevent the recurrence of the Horus Rebellion in the past.

The Heart of Guilliman has been strengthened several times, strengthening the detection of user loyalty and the detection of human identity.

As long as the two do not pass the test, Guilliman's Heart will be closed, and even reversely restrain the user.

Ordinary troops use ideological stamps to strengthen control, planting ideas that are absolutely loyal to the empire, loyal to humans, and hate chaos.

In order to avoid accidents, Guilliman did not add any cult of personality to the latest thought stamp database after careful consideration.

A believer of the state religion proposed to join the proposal of being absolutely loyal to the emperor, which was directly rejected by Guilliman.

Personality cults can easily be twisted.

If the emperor can't hold back the belief of mankind in the end, after degenerating into an evil god, the army stamped with the stamp of absolute loyalty to the emperor's thoughts will inevitably be implicated.

At that time, the consequences will be unimaginable.

At the same time, he listed the thought stamp technology as the top technical secret of the empire.

Any unit, individual, no matter what their status is, once they are found to be researching or using thought stamp technology privately, they will be declared excommunicated and rebellious, and any individuals involved will be directly sentenced to death.

Most of the power or high-level personnel of the State Church have been controlled by Guilliman.

But among the factions fighting, Guilliman can do nothing, too complicated.

He can't waste time on this kind of thing, so he can only prohibit the outflow of thought stamp technology.

Avoid some extreme sects using this technology to develop beliefs, it is definitely a terrible nightmare for human beings.

For this reason, he had to plan ahead.

Standing on the balcony of the Terra Senate of the Empire, Guilliman, freed from the busy government affairs, overlooked the changes in Terra.

Reconstruction work has basically been completed.

A large number of old buildings have been overturned and rebuilt to give those civilians and workers a better living environment.

Terra's natural environment has also been restored very well.

The long-disappeared forests and oceans reappeared in the sacred homeland of mankind.

With the emergence of a large number of new technologies, most of the work can be completed by the intelligent system controlled by the divine brain system, and human beings have once again entered the rational society of data.

Small floating vehicles and personal projection communication equipment are also popularized.

The improvement in personal living standards is so great that it feels like a world away.

Tara today and the previous Terra are completely two worlds, two eras.

Guilliman has formulated a complete wealth distribution system to ensure that each class can get its reasonable share of the cake.

Businessmen, workers, scientific researchers, and entertainment workers all play a pivotal role in human society.

Excessive inclination of wealth to any class will lead to social problems.

Only when everyone can share the cake can the motivation of the whole society be stimulated, a positive feedback be formed, and human civilization continue to develop.

Empire should not be a military empire of warriors, an empire of workers and peasants, or a capital empire of merchants and entertainers.

Empire should be an empire for all.

Each post has its meaning of existence.

Advocating that any class or group make sacrifices to satisfy the interests of another group can certainly bring about accelerated development, but it will eventually lead society into deformity and become a situation of killing the chicken and picking the egg.

Terra's comprehensive basic education is also being promoted, and Guilliman stipulates that everyone must have certain cognitive and learning abilities.

He must let everyone realize what power and obligation he has, so as to inspire their love for the empire and support the existence of the human empire.

Rule an empire is not a novel.

Guilliman is not the protagonist of the novel either.

It is impossible to overthrow all the enemies on your own.

Take ten thousand steps back and say, what's the use of Guilliman killing the four gods in seconds.

When the four gods fall down, there will be countless chaotic gods standing up again, endlessly.

Only by solving the problem from the root cause can human beings get rid of the control of the gods and move towards the real future.

This is also the reason why Guilliman hates the cult of personality and refuses to add the ideological stamp of absolute loyalty to the Emperor in the army.

The Great Wall was not built by Emperor Shihuang.

The ancient Roman Empire is not the credit of Alexander alone.

Egyptian pyramids were not built by pharaohs.

When people fall into a cult of personality, they often ignore the ordinary people who make sacrifices behind it.

The Emperor created the Empire, created the Astartes.

It is the countless sacrificed soldiers and soldiers who can sustain the existence of the empire for 10,000 years, the men and women who fought bravely for others.

Their blood and ashes filled every cog in the machine of fate, keeping the empire alive.

Civilization belongs to all its people, as do the merits and achievements.

Guilliman withdrew his gaze, after dealing with the last matter, he was about to leave Terra.

Penny-based administrative system has been formed.

As long as there are no problems, the smooth operation of the empire can be guaranteed.

He couldn't stay on Terra, that would ignore other places that needed him.

Guilliman took a deep breath, stretched his fingers and let out a long exhalation.

At this time, a soft electronic sound came.

His personal database received a communication request from Sicarius.

Following Guilliman's confirmation order.

The projection equipment in the office started working.

After a few flashes, the image of Sicarius appeared in front of Guilliman.

"Sorry to interrupt your work. My lord, the person you want to meet is here."

"The Custodian?" Guilliman said.

"Yes, he is already waiting for you outside."

"He came early, our agreed time should be an hour later."

"He said he was happy to wait, but I think it would be better to let you know."

"There are many annoying things in this world, but arriving early is definitely not one of them. Let him come in. I just relax from the complicated work."

"Yes, my lord."

The projection flickered a few times and then disappeared.

The office returned to tranquility.

Guilliman walked to his seat, organized the language he would need later, and thought about what attitude he should use to say these words in order to get the effect he wanted.

The mechanical door opens briskly under balanced pressure.

A guard in golden armor appeared before his eyes.

It was Valyrian who had chatted with him a few times before.

The dull slapping of combat boots on the marble echoed in the office.

"Regent of the Empire." Valyrian saluted Guilliman.

"You're welcome, Shield Captain Valyrian. I'm glad you answered my call." Guilliman said with a smile.

"It's our job," Valyrian said.

"You can sit on the chair in front of me without restraint."

"No, I'm more used to standing, it helps me concentrate and think."

"Then do whatever you want." Guilliman gave up the idea of ​​changing the opponent, and the Forbidden Army will not be changed from the day it was created.

"Why did you summon me here, my lord?" Valyrian asked.

"You are very resistant to change, so I need to ask, the empire has a lot of brand new technology, maybe you can choose some to enhance yourself. Valano said he would not accept any changes, but he gave you the power to be free, You can choose whether to continue to strengthen yourself."

"The Forbidden Army is perfect enough, we don't need any changes." Valyrian said in a very decisive tone.

"Are you sure?" Guilliman asked with a little deep meaning, "I don't know if it's because you haven't been active in the galaxy for too long, or because you don't trust me. But no matter what, you have to admit that the Imperial Army is slow Slowly being eliminated, the empire is changing with each passing day, but you stick to your traditions and refuse to change."

"We are strong enough, my lord, you don't have to worry about that." Valyrian said unmoved.

"It's just what you think is powerful. The enemy will not do things according to your ideas." Guilliman shook his head.

"If the regent is only for this matter, please forgive my presumptuousness, I have no intention of continuing the conversation."

Valyrian refused to continue talking about this matter, causing Guilliman to shake his head, and could only talk about another matter.

"Since that's the case, I won't force you. I just hope that you won't regret it when the crisis comes. There is a mission at this stage that requires the participation of the Imperial Army. This matter is very important and cannot be refused. My choice among the Custodians is you. There will be people from every department, the Sisters of Silence, the Gray Knights, the elite of the Chapter, the sages of the Mechanicum, and so on."

"May I venture to ask what it is?" Valyrian began.

"You will know it once you go to Modo. The team will gather there. Your task is to follow them, and then return to Terra safely. Write down all your experiences and submit them to the relevant departments and me."

"The task is so simple?" Valyrian frowned, a little puzzled.

"As I said before, this is just your perception, and the enemy doesn't think so. This mission is very confidential. Marshal Valanor of the Imperial Army has agreed to it. You go directly there, and someone will tell you the details of the mission when you get there. "Guilliman took out a document, which already had the seal of the Marshal of the Custodian Forces on it.

Valyrian looked at it, and there was no problem.

But the confusion in his heart still didn't subside, and he asked again without giving up.

"What exactly is this mission?"

"A mission that can change the future of the empire." Guilliman did not respond directly to him, but only replied lightly.

"Is it enough to determine the future fate of the empire?" Valyrian asked repeatedly, and he became more and more curious about this task, but Guilliman obviously didn't want to say anything more to him.

"Go, in Modo, you will get the answer." Guilliman said.