Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation Chapter 151

  Chapter 151 The devil prince who is becoming more and more dog-licking (subscription required)

  Guilliman examined the corpse in front of him.

  The power of the subspace is centered on Terra and spills out to the surrounding galaxies.

   This is not good news.

  If it gets out, it might cause panic.

  You must know that the emperor is the only existence among human beings who can compete with the four gods in terms of strength and strategy.

  If even the sacred homeland is polluted, what hope does mankind have?

   Walking back and forth a few steps, Guilliman let his mind go, looked at the polluted corpse again, and fell into deep thought.

   Terra has an emperor sitting in town, even with the big bomb of the webway entrance, it is the place where there is the least fear of demon invasion among the many human worlds.

   Now it seems clear that a Chaos Power entered Terra.

   Create a more terrifying warp rift by destroying Terra.

  In this way, the existence of the two Eyes of Terror and the Great Rift will completely tear the galaxy apart.

  All the worlds in the galaxy will be completely divided, and those civilized races will also be reduced to the playthings of the power of chaos.

  Empires spanning the entire galaxy can't stop the subspace. After being divided, the situation will be even worse.

  From Star Warhammer to Medieval Warhammer, the fate of mankind is mortal.

   "How many people know about this?" Guilliman asked Roshan.

   "Currently only my astropaths and a few battle group think tanks know about it." Luo Shan said.

"Issue a seal order, and no one is allowed to spread this matter, otherwise I will directly ask the judge to send them to the stake." Guilliman said in a serious tone, "I have absolutely no mercy for this matter. "

   "Understood, my lord. I will ensure the execution of this matter." Luo Shan said.

   "Very well, I order you to dispose of all the contaminated corpses, don't leave any blasphemy, and tell those people that this is just some biochemical pollution, it's not a big deal."

  Guilliman took his eyes off the mutated corpse and ordered it to be burned.

  After dealing with this matter that may shake the morale of the army.

  The next thing is nothing special.

   According to the procedures of the expedition fleet, the officials loyal to Guilliman began to screen the surviving nobles as before.

   Pick someone who has the courage to stand up to the traitors of Chaos or who meets Guilliman's requirements.

  These people will hold more important positions and push for reforms in accordance with Guilliman's orders.

   And those nobles who do not meet the requirements naturally have only one end.

   That is to be deprived of all privileges and reduced to civilians.

   For this reason, their emotions are very excited.

  "My father shed blood for the empire, he was wounded for the empire, you can't treat me like this."

   "Do you know who my grandfather is?"

   "I have someone on Terra."

  Guilliman didn't care about these chaos and the crying nobles.

  The officials under his command have long been accustomed to this.

   No one will voluntarily give up power.

   That definitely killed them.

   The officials of the expedition fleet used the fastest time to carry out a systematic exchange of blood on the Babu galaxy to ensure that this galaxy will become a loyal supporter of the Primarch.

   After synthesizing a lot of data and information, Guilliman found a suitable spokesperson among the corrupt aristocratic groups in the Barb galaxy, suitable for ruling this galaxy.

  A man from a fallen nobleman named Teok.

  His status is not high.

  But Guilliman didn't care, he was the ruler of the empire.

   Today, when the Emperor sits on the golden throne, many Primarchs are missing.

  He is the helm of the highest power in the empire.

  He can promote anyone he thinks would be helpful to him.

   Some people may disagree with this and think it is unfair.

   But Guilliman doesn't care about the thoughts of those few people, he only considers the interests of the majority.

  This is a cruel universe, and human beings must be led by those true elites and heroes.

   It is worth mentioning that this concept of elite is not the elite that the rich and powerful think.

  The rich and powerful think that the elite is a powerful family power, rich wealth piled up, and good at political calculations.

  To put it bluntly, those so-called elites are as ordinary as the general public, and there is nothing outstanding about them.

  The reason why they can live in high positions is due to the credit of their parents or some kind of deformed system, not their own ability.

   It is not that being in a high position is elite.

  Guilliman did not prevent those powerful from continuing to compete for higher positions.

   But many dignitaries in the world are still resentful towards him.

  If those dignitaries are really the few elites among human beings as they said, why are they afraid of competition?

  The essential reason is that they know very well that they are not so-called elites.

  Once they are placed on the same starting point as the general public, they will not even make a splash.

   Elites are a minority.

   will randomly appear in each class.

  These people either have excellent leadership, or have a strong charisma, or possess unimaginable scientific research talents, or have self-discipline and diligence that ordinary people cannot match.

   These are the characteristics of the elite.

  As long as they get the right opportunity, they will rise quickly, perform miracles, and lead the race to glory.

  The bureaucrats and dignitaries of the empire are like concrete floors, blocking the path of those elites, and then pretending to be elites to rule the empire.

   On a dilapidated platform with traces of war remaining, Guilliman received the little nobleman he had chosen.

  The other party's body is slightly fat, and when walking, it is a little funny, like a penguin.

  Wearing a slightly tight satin robe with a slightly faded golden double-headed eagle embroidered on it.

   Obviously, the life of this little nobleman was very difficult.

  Meeting a top person who can change his destiny, he couldn't come up with a suitable piece of clothing.

   "My lord."

  Tiot's face looked very red, and he was so excited that he couldn't even speak fluently.

  Guilliman didn't care about it, as did many people who met him for the first time.

  Excessive excitement makes them incoherent.

  Some of them will even be stunned and lose the ability to think.

   "Don't be too polite." Guilliman prevented the other party from exercising complicated noble etiquette.

   "Okay, Lord Regent." Teok said respectfully, he was calming down his mood, trying to make himself better in the Primarch's impression.

   "You know why I summoned you." Guilliman looked up at the ruins in the distance, where workers and mechanical servants were cleaning up the corpses. The priest of the Mechanicus will re-plan and build the planet according to his orders.

  The natural environment of agricultural planets is generally better than that of industrial planets.

   This is an advantage.

   People living on agricultural planets generally do not rebel.

  But Guilliman knew that agricultural production would also lead to desertification and impoverishment of the planet.

  Excessive planting of crops will deplete the nutrients of the land, making the land barren and eventually desertification.

  Many planets in the empire that have transformed from an agricultural world to a hive world have all experienced such a fate.

  They originally had a pleasant climate and fertile land, but due to excessive agricultural production, the ecology was destroyed, and eventually became a desertified planet.

  In the end, people have to live in the hive capital and use air purifiers to survive.

  This will also lead to a reduction in people's life expectancy.

  The natural ecology is destroyed and cannot form a cycle, resulting in a worse living environment.

  People are less satisfied with life and can only rely on the belief of the state religion to brainwash themselves. Suffering is the punishment they must accept.

  This situation must be improved. Only by making people feel that living in the empire is a kind of happiness can they have the motivation to fight against chaos.

  Compared with chaos, it is always a stupid thing.

  Guilliman made a plan for this.

  Every time he goes to a place, he will order the priests of Mechanicism accompanying the fleet to build a data model for this place.

  From the local resources, ecology, manpower, and security, determine where each planet should be in the imperial system and what role it should play.

   Find ways to minimize related pollution and restore the natural ecology of many worlds inhabited by humans.

   There are many families engaged in industrial production in the empire who are not willing to pay a price to deal with the waste in their production process.

  They often choose a simple and crude solution, which is to discharge the planet's ocean or outside the city. Such behavior has led to rampant pollution.

  This is also the reason why many industrial planets are basically desertified and heavily polluted.

   In this regard, Guilliman's move is to refuse the products of these merchant families to enter the market, and impose heavy fines on them.

  Before launching the Indomitable Crusade, Guilliman had built a trading organization loyal to him in Macragge.

  This organization will replace the market share of those merchant families who do not follow his rules and ensure the supply of industrial products.

  This reform measure has been implemented very well, and many industrial planets that have been polluted and become desertified have been alleviated and improved.

  Taxes and industrial production did not fall as a result.

   On the contrary, due to the emergence of new technologies, it has been greatly improved.

  The Babu galaxy will also be similarly modified to ensure that this galaxy can continue to develop without going into desertification.

  Tiok didn't know the news that he was about to be promoted. He recalled what he did during this period, and it seemed that there was nothing wrong with him.

   "I don't know why you summoned me." Teok said cautiously.

   "I am going to appoint you as the planetary governor of the Babu galaxy, responsible for managing this star field for me."

  Guilliman didn't make too many detours.

  Ordinary political struggles do not exist here.

  He doesn't need to look at anyone's face, nor does he need to play any balancing strategies.

  Tiok froze for a moment, and then showed joy, "Thank you, Lord Regent."

"Do you know what this position needs to do? More than half of the agricultural products in the Bab galaxy will be sent to Terra, and there are too many people who oppose me on Terra." Guilliman looked at Teok, with a hint of Sad, "Presumably, you have also seen how crazy things they have done for power. And now, they even plan to prevent me from going to Terra, and even start a civil war, so I have to be prepared for this and stop their Greed does more harm."

  Tiok bowed his head respectfully, he knew this kind of topic, he was not qualified to intervene.

  He was promoted by the Lord Regent, so he can only stand on the side of the Lord Regent.

"They have forgotten their responsibilities and tasks. They have forgotten that the reason why the empire gave them power is to allow them to lead mankind to a better path. When I woke up, everything I saw made me excited Heartbroken. The brilliance of science and reason has disappeared, and the aliens that were once driven out by mankind have become the enemy of mankind."

Guilliman looked at Tyok, "We are facing an unprecedented crisis, Tyok. There are external and internal ones. Human beings have reached the edge of the cliff, but those powerful people just ignore it and just want to die. Clinging to the power in their hands, they will not hesitate to push the empire into the abyss and destroy it."

"I need every dreamer who is still willing to sacrifice his life for mankind. Only in this way can mankind be saved from the nightmare. Tell me, Teok, are you willing to do that? Dedicate everything for mankind, fight until The last moment of life."

  Tiok's mind was a little dizzy, and he could feel the sincerity of the Primarch's words.

   A strong sense of pride burned in his heart.

   Son of the Emperor, Regent of the Imperium, sanctioned by a great Primarch.

  Is there anything more glorious in this world than this?

   "Can I ask, why did you choose me? There are so many people who are better than me." Tiok couldn't hide his excitement, but he still tried his best to maintain his rationality.

  He thinks he is not the best person, otherwise he wouldn't have been a little nobleman for so long.

"This is a very good question." Guilliman smiled, "For a long time, I have been thinking about what kind of ruler is the best ruler, in order to lead mankind to a better future. The ability is naturally An integral part of it, but there is another important factor besides competence, which is compassion.”

   "Compassion?" Tiok asked puzzled.

"Yes, compassion." Guilliman said, "It is a rare gift to be able to empathize with the pain of others. I have checked the things you have done. You are more kind and patient to those who ask you for help. .That's what keeps you from winning the power struggle, and keeps you impoverished."

Guilliman paced back and forth, and after a while, he continued, "Compassion is a necessary quality for a ruler. Nowadays, many empire rulers have forgotten one thing, they are the protectors of their people, and they should Listen to the needs of your people, and stand with them in critical moments to face those terrible disasters."

"When we ignore those small, insignificant voices, we have pushed those desperate people into the darkness and the abyss, so rebellion has emerged. If a ruler is unwilling to advance and retreat with his people, What qualifications do you have to ask those people to be loyal to him? The rule maintained by the army and tyranny will always fall quickly."

   After hearing these words, Tyok could no longer hold back his tears.

  At this moment, he secretly swore that he would spend the rest of his life loyal to this lord.

  Born noble, holding the highest power in the empire, but without the arrogance of a powerful man.

  He observes those who suffer and seeks solutions for them.

  Mankind will surely benefit from his return.

   "I will definitely complete your mission, Lord Regent." Tiok's voice was a little choked up.

  He wept for the noble and immaculate soul of the Regent of the Empire.

   He weeps that mankind has gained such a ruler.

  He cries for the recognition of his beliefs.

   "Don't let me down, Teok. Remember your mission, remember what you are fighting for." Guilliman said with a smile.

   "I will, my lord." Teok said firmly, "I will fight to the death for mankind, and I will firmly follow you, Lord Regent."

   A strong mission and belief surged in his heart.

   Without a doubt, even if he died for this, he would not hesitate at all.

  Guilliman signed the appointment document for Teok. From now on, this once down-and-out little noble will assume the most powerful position in the Barb galaxy.

   When Teok left with the appointment papers, his eyes were burning with flames.

   Feeling full of endless motivation.

  He will firmly follow the Primarch and defeat those blood-sucking bugs lying on the empire.

  Guilliman watched the other party leave, and crossed this matter off his to-do list.

  The chaos in the Babu galaxy has been quelled, and the Mechanicum and many technical officials will be responsible for the reconstruction here.

  Guilliman cannot waste too much time here.

   After personally pacifying the terrified survivors, and rebuilding the Star Guard and chain of command in the Bab system, Guilliman returned to the Glory of Macragge, ready to leave.

  The Chapter Master of the Emperor's Hand Chapter is not here.

  Guilliman's wooing matters can only be put on hold temporarily, and they just ask people to help the members of the Emperor's Hand Chapter squad to upgrade the original casting and give them more resources.

   This is a gesture of favor.

   Warriors are simple, and Guilliman only asks that this chapter not be involved in complicated political struggles.

   Returning to the Glory of Macragge, there are still a lot of affairs waiting for Guilliman to deal with.

   This forced Guilliman to continue working hard to finish everything.

   It wasn't until after seven or eight hours of non-stop busy work that Guilliman realized that he needed to relax for a while after confirming that there was nothing urgent to deal with.

  He issued the last few instructions to the officials and generals who were loyal to him, and expressed his attitude of wanting to take a break.

  Everyone walked out of the strategy room where he was in one by one, leaving the Primarch alone to rest in it.

   Primarchs have boundless energy.

   But facing the massive amount of affairs, Guilliman still felt tired.

   After everyone got up and left, he got up and prepared to go to the glass corridor next to the strategy room to relax.

  In order to keep himself in a good mood at all times, Guilliman had someone build a garden with an independent ecology and his own in the glass corridor next to his strategy room.

   This is a small demonstration of His supremacy.

  Of course, he didn't do it for pure enjoyment.

  As the Primarch, he has to fight and deal with various government affairs.

  He has very little time to relax, and considering his identity and image, there are even fewer ways to relax.

  Building a small garden will allow him to relax in the least amount of time.

  In the garden are plants from various planets.

  They are different from each other and cannot form a complete ecological chain.

   It needs the care of mechanical servants around the clock to ensure survival.

  Guilliman strolled in it, admiring the flowers of alien stars, and relaxing his mood.

  These flowers have their own characteristics.

   Some even have the characteristics of animals, which can migrate their root systems to find better places for light.

   There are also some that change color to hide their natural surroundings.

   Really confirmed the sentence, the world is so big, there are no wonders.

  The strategy room where Guilliman is located is located on the top floor of the Glory of Macragge.

  The glass corridor built around the strategy room is naturally located on the top floor.

   Walking through the corridor, you can see the whole picture of Macragge's Glory.

  You can see the huge bow and the adamantine ram above it, as well as the stubby wings covered with the sensor matrix and the divination instrument.

   Also see the sun-bright white glow of conventional plasma engines.

  Walk around the glass corridor and walk along your own exclusive garden.

  Guilliman was also able to observe the church and the huge sculpture on the Macragge's Glory flagship, as well as the armor wrapped around it.

  Plasma artillery turrets and macro cannons are located every few hundred meters. They are extremely huge, and the dark barrels are like the entrance to a different-dimensional world, making people feel like they are about to be swallowed.

  Aviary, void shield generators, and Geller force field generators are integrated into tall towers made of metal and cement.

   There are such tall towers at intervals, forming a complete array.

  In the deep void farther away, many ships of the expedition fleet are moored, slowly rotating around the planet, and the scale is very large.

  Countless small shuttles and supply ships are like bees in a hive, shuttling back and forth between the giant battleship and the planet's atmosphere.

  All large warships keep a certain distance from the planet.

   Even with the best equipment, a warship with a length of more than ten kilometers is not allowed to get too close to a planet, and needs to be kept at a safe distance.

  Otherwise, the gravity of the planet will directly tear apart the unevenly stressed imperial warships.

  The problem is not that the quality of the battleship itself is not enough, but that the gravity between the planets is uneven.

  Individuals or landing ships are much less affected than battleships.

  The larger the battleship, the more interference it will receive when facing the gravity of the planet.

   There is a limit here.

  After the scale reaches a certain level, what kind of standard should the ship indicators close to the planet's gravity range need to meet.

  The bigger the scale, the more stringent the standards.

  In the gravitational quagmire of the planet, when a warship with a length of more than ten kilometers starts its propellers, the keel will disintegrate because it cannot withstand the huge thrust brought by the propellers.

  If it reaches the scale of the Colossus of Punishment, when entering the galaxy, it is necessary to carefully calculate the influence of star gravity and celestial gravity, otherwise it will be torn directly.

   For this reason, Imperial warships generally will not directly enter the planet's strong gravity, and will only stay in low-earth orbit at most.

   At this time, many warships are docking in the planetary orbit of the Babu galaxy, taking advantage of this rare opportunity to replenish the dwindling fresh fruits and various grains in the Babu galaxy.

   Those transport ships have one more thing to do, which is to harvest a batch of newly matured food crops and send them into the expedition fleet.

  According to Teok, after the warp storm raged, Terra's transport fleet would come only after a long time.

  Guilliman guessed that Terra should have fallen into a food crisis at this time.

  He brought these grains to the past, which will help to further win the hearts of Terra.

  At that time, you only need to assure the people of the solar system empire that you will ensure the smooth flow of supplies, and it is estimated that you will be able to gather a large number of people.

  Guilliman looked at the transport ships shuttled back and forth between the fleet and the planet for a while, then closed his eyes and looked at another part of the starry sky.

  The wreckage of the Babu galaxy guard fleet and the chaos traitor fleet are suspended in the void, blocking between him and the red star in the Babu galaxy.

  The reflected metal luster of frozen gas clouds and broken ship hulls are still floating in the void.

  The Mechanicum's Repair and Rescue Ark is recovering the usable wreckage.

  Based on precise calculations, the maintenance and rescue ark stands at the center of the wreckage.

  The small operational flying ship with the industrial mechanical arm shuttled back and forth among the wreckage, dragging the wreckage to the rescue ark.

  The adamantine frames of Imperial warships are virtually indestructible.

  As long as there is no too terrible firepower or reactor chain explosion, it can be repaired and used repeatedly.

  Some ships in the empire have even been repaired repeatedly more than a hundred times.

  Both Empire and Chaos will repair each other's ships before putting them into war.

   Chaos ships are generally older and better models. For merchants and Mechanicians, those abandoned Chaos ships are a rare treasure.

  Those greedy guys will use the flamethrower to burn the flesh and blood on the ship, and then invite some psykers and Anglican priests to cleanse the cursed ship.

  No matter what the origin is, a battleship is something that merchants and adventurers want. This will greatly enhance their military power and give them more confidence to trade in the star sea and explore those hidden ruins.

   On the Chaos side, many battle gangs do not have enough logistical supplies.

   It can also be said that they have no supplies at all.

   Looting the empire's ships has also become their norm.

   To replenish their fleets, they even salvage lost Imperial ships from the Warp.

  As long as they take refuge in the power of Chaos, those polluted ships will not only not harm them, but will also become their help.

  Guilliman doesn't like Chaos ships very much, they are too ugly.

   Chaos ships, without exception, are already polluted, and will grow **** flesh, eyes and other parts.

   His response to this was to throw it back into the furnace and reforge it to eradicate the influence of Chaos.

   Neither official nor private recycling is allowed.

   Once discovered, the privileges of those people will be revoked, and the ship will be destroyed.

  The Empire doesn't need to worry about ships these days.

  Under the auspices of Kaul, the reform of the imperial industry has achieved considerable results.

  When necessary, you can disembark from the battleship like dumplings.

  Guilliman now has to control the production of new warships, and gradually eliminate those old-fashioned warships with poor performance, so that they can flow into the civilian population and be used by merchants and explorers who dare to take risks.

  In this way, the civilians can be encouraged to set off a wave of exploration, allowing humans to continue to march to other regions of the galaxy.

   It can also reduce some unqualified warships and avoid the collapse of the empire's finances.

  The biggest problem of the empire today is not the problem of warships, but the problem of subspace corruption and dignitaries.

  So those chaotic ships, naturally Guilliman will not repair them and use them again.

  Turn your gaze away from the Mechanicum's recycling and maintenance battlefield.

  Guilliman looked into the depths of the starry sky, where there was a brilliant ribbon running across the entire galaxy.

   That is the big rift that divides the galaxy into two and runs through the universe.

  Guilliman inspected the ribbon, the light from it was disgusting.

   Fortunately, Bab's galaxy is far enough away from the Great Rift.

  The people here are not suffering too seriously.

   Planets like those around the Great Rift, that's the real nightmare.

  People living on those planets dare not look up at the sky at will, otherwise they may see things they don't want to see.

  The ancient past described by the Dark Watcher emerged in Guilliman's mind.

   This is a tragedy that has continued since the birth of the universe.

  The Necrons, Old Sages, and Eldar that I know, including the Dark Watcher, are all part of this tragedy.

   Race after race wasted away against the evil chaos that devoured the universe.

  Many civilizations have gained the upper hand for a time.

   It's a pity that in the end, chaos often wins.

  The inanimate mocked and sneered at the ruins and ashes of those civilizations.

   Those civilizations either chose to submit, or were completely destroyed.

   No civilization ever wins in the end.

  Human beings are just following the old path of those civilizations.

   Possessing a lot of black technology, the first star empire, which was only one step away from ascension, declined because of this.

  In the dark and chaotic age of the Long Night, the Emperor independently undertook the task of fighting against Chaos, established the Second Empire, and dedicated himself to it.

  For ten thousand years, countless heroes have fought in the dark, roared in despair, and rushed to death without hesitation, just to find the last miracle.

   "We are chasing a hopeless future." Guilliman said softly.

  To be honest, it is not appropriate for such a statement to be uttered by a primarch who has a part of the soul of a traverser and also has a golden finger like a database.

   But Guilliman still felt a tinge of despair.

   Only ignorant and ignorant people will feel that chaos is vulnerable.

  In the long time, everything will decline, only chaos from beginning to end, which itself is the embodiment of its terror.

  The Star Gods master the laws of real physics, and the technological creations they created have unimaginable abilities. They can travel through time and space, and can reverse time in a small way.

   But even so, their fate is still to go to destruction, fighting among themselves, and finally being backstabbed and smashed to pieces by the slave race they once controlled.

  The ancient sages have mastered the webway technology, which can create life and transform the planet.

   In a sense, they are already equivalent to gods.

  The star gods were expelled by them several times.

   But the ending is to go to destruction in a crazy battle.

  The Dark Watcher completed his ascension path and gained a near-immortal life.

   But now, what about them?

  How powerful, how immortal.

   It's all about the past, just lingering on the last breath.

  Mankind today is only one step away from failure.

  In the empire, superstition has overwhelmed reason, and the general public is ignorant.

   They were moaning and crying in pain.

  The empire has entered an era where there is no hope but blind faith in the emperor.

   Hundreds of millions of living beings gathered together, frantically begging for salvation.

   Guilliman inspected the ribbon, he would not show weakness.

   This is his challenge, and he will not back down.

  He already has two new plans.

   A plan to confront.

   A planned strategic transition.

  He will find a way to go to other galaxies, to other universes, and develop the base of the empire.

   Turn in flexibly and leave a way out.

  Guilliman breathed a sigh of relief, trying to free himself from the troubled emotions.

   This is not a short-term struggle, this is a long-term struggle.

  He firmly believes that as long as the basic market is stable, he can have the last laugh.

   Calmed down, Guilliman was ready to go back to work.

  At this time, an electronic sound came.

  A cherub shaped like a child with metal wings flew along the glass corridor.

  It has a humming anti-gravity suspension device, and its waving metal wings can maintain its direction with the help of air currents.

   "My lord, my lord Guilliman."

  The metal jaw of the cherub is constantly closing, and the sound of the trumpet comes out of it, as if it is speaking by itself.

  However, it is not, the cherub just brought the information of Guidos.

   "What is it?" Guilliman looked at the cherub and asked.

   "I'm sorry to disturb your work, the ruling great sage Belisarius Kaul sent you a message." Guidos said.

   "I see. I will find time to go down." Guilliman said.

   "Good sir," Guidos said.

   Guidos cut off the communication.

   Cherub programs and databases reset.

  It looked up blankly, not knowing why it was here.

   Soon enough, the fixes came into play.

  It flapped its wings and flew towards the strategy room.

  Guilliman saw the flying away cherub, but didn't pay much attention to it. This was a secret communication between him and Guidos.

   After each call, there will be no backup.

   Even their communications are independent of the ship.

   After a few more glances outside, Guilliman turned and walked back to his strategy room, and sat back in his seat.

  He checks his database for a few minutes.

   It is found that there are no new problems that need to be dealt with urgently.

   are just documents that he needs to read and pass.

  Guilliman felt that these paperwork could be postponed for a while, during which time he could be busy with other things.

  He got up and walked out of the strategy room, where the personal guards of Glory were faithfully performing their duties outside.

  Sicarius paced back and forth like an ancient guard.

   Watching the men and women passing by the Primarch's strategy room with vigilant eyes.

   Even if the opponent does not enter the strategy room, he is full of vigilance.

  Any slack is not allowed.

  Especially after the last Alpha Warrior attack, Sicarius became more sensitive.

  No one knows how those lunatics sneaked in, and when they will do it.

   Always be vigilant is the best.

  Guilliman came out of the strategy room.

  Sicarius strode over and rushed to the lord's side as fast as he could.

"grown ups."

   Guilliman nodded to his greeting, "I'm going to the bottom of the cabin."

  Before going to receive Kaul's message, Guilliman was going to go to the prison where the demon was.

   Let's see if we can get some information from those demons.

  The Babu galaxy has been influenced by Terra.

  The overflowing subspace pollution made Guilliman very disturbed.

   Don't let the golden throne go wrong.

  I haven't even made preparations to run away. If the golden toilet blows up, then he will have to die.

  Guilliman walked to the entrance of the corridor leading to the exclusive elevator under the **** of the honor guard and Sicarius.

  Two warriors wearing Terminator power armor have been keeping a close eye on their group.

   It wasn't until Guilliman's figure came out of the darkness into the bright light that they relaxed their vigilance and breathed a sigh of relief.

  You can only enter here with the permission of the Lord Guilliman.

   Otherwise, even if Calgar comes, the guards will expel him.

   After passing the identity verification, the indicator light became brighter, and Guilliman stepped into it.

  Sicarius and others waited outside, waiting for Guilliman to come out.

  Use the exclusive elevator to enter the dungeon area where the Demon Prince - Cherubel is held.

   When he walked out of the elevator, Guilliman felt the chill that belonged to the subspace as always.

  A book with a gilt cover recording the Emperor's prayers was tied around his waist, and two exiled priests with a warhammer in their hands saluted Guilliman.

  Guilliman responded with a smile and a nod.

  These people who dedicate themselves to the darkness, only to pave the way for mankind to light, are all heroes worthy of Guilliman's respect.

  Passing through the guards with solemn faces and firm eyes, Guilliman walked towards Cherubel's prison.

  The corridors are full of various sacred prayers, the sound of chanting is non-stop day and night, and there is also the emperor's shrine that has been polished with sesame oil.

  These things are all to suppress Cherubel's demonic nature.

  Even during this time, Cherubel became extremely honest.

  The guards did not dare to relax in the slightest.

   Demons are not stupid, they are cunning enough, mean enough.

  They will show weakness and surrender.

   Wait until the right time and then suddenly attack.

   Many wizards and psykers were killed by the summoned demons.

  Because they feel they can control those demons.

  The demon has plenty of time to wait for its foe to show itself.

  Any slack may make the devil come back.

  At the end of the corridor, Vinsenhorn was waiting for Guilliman.

"grown ups."

   "How is it doing?" Guilliman asked.

   "Everything is normal, has been silent." Vinsenhorn said.

   "Be vigilant," said Guilliman, "never show your slack in front of these lifeless ones."

   "I understand." Vinsenhorn said.

   "Open the prison door."

  The heavy door, cast from pure metal, slowly opened, revealing the scene inside.

   Imprisoned in a pure metal cell, the demon host bound by iron chains and spikes hangs in the air.

  Guilliman stepped inside, stepping into a metal chamber full of sacred prayers.

   When he walked to the front of the demon host, Guilliman realized that Cherubel was not asleep, but with his eyes open, it seemed to have expected Guilliman's arrival.

"Respected sons and daughters of the Emperor, the great Primarch, the wise regent of the Empire, the holy Lord Guilliman, your loyal servant-Cherubel is sincerely happy for your arrival. Are you here to obtain information? ? Those despicable and shameless demons have collected some information for you, allow me to report to you now."

  Cherubel, who had been beaten by Guilliman many times, showed a flattering expression.

   "Actually, I prefer your rebellious and defiant look before." Guilliman said quietly.

"No, I have been conquered by the charm of the great Lord Guilliman, and I am willing to be your servant. That look is my contempt for some stupid and low-level mortals. To the great Lord Guilliman, I will remain Twelve points of respect."

  Cherubel said like a loyal servant.

  But in his heart, he wished to tear Guilliman, a hypocritical villain, to pieces.

   Last time, he said the same thing.

  The key is that I believed it, and then I was beaten again.

  This time, come again.

  Although I am not a human being, you are also a real dog.

   After all, they are also the parent and child of the Curser, can't they be a person? ?

  Guilliman looked at Cherubel's face full of smiles, and felt embarrassed to make a move.

  Zhou Shuren of Ancient Terra said it well, don't hit the Smiley Demon with his hand.

  People are licking dogs like this and hitting them, I feel a little bit uneasy.

   "What happened to Terra?" Guilliman looked at Cherubel and asked straight to the point.

   "Tara?" Cherubelle was stunned for a moment, then quickly recovered, "The demons didn't give me any news about Terra, my lord."

   "Scrap as always," Guilliman said.

   "Master Guilliman, you are so right. Your loyal servant will convey it to you." Cherubel said with a smile on his face like he was licking a dog.

  Last time I asked about the movements of the Four Gods and the information about the Primarch last time, and this time I asked Terra again.

  One sample at a time.

  Why don't you ask me to tell you all the secrets of the subspace.

  Despicable and shameless, insidious and obscene parent and child of the curser.

   To be free in the future, the life of this little thief must be worse than death.

  (end of this chapter)

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