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"Start an expedition at this time?"

The Emperor looked up from his work and glanced at the mage. From the calm expression on his face, it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Faced with his questions and vague doubts, He Shenyan just nodded.

"I never make a promise lightly."

With the remainder of this sentence still unfinished, the Emperor laughed—he stopped his work.

The hand that had collected soul fragments in the chaos of the warp stopped, and the Emperor withdrew his hands and put them in front of him to scrutinize, even the details between his fingers he didn't want to miss.

He said: "If you want, do it. It is true that the territory around the Eye of Terror has not been reclaimed ... Guilliman also said that he wanted to launch an expedition, but for various reasons it was delayed. , you might be able to get him involved."

"What about the jobs that belong to him?"

The Emperor smiled maliciously, and he became more and more human: "Don't you have a little trick of your clone...?"

Even the mage hesitated at the Emperor's suggestion: "...It's not good to do this?"

"That's out of my consideration."

He threw out the difficult multiple-choice questions lightly, and the Emperor's expression returned to his old-fashioned appearance again, but the smile in his eyes could not be hidden no matter what.

Seeing this, He Shenyan had to shake his head helplessly, but just as he was about to leave, the Emperor suddenly stopped him.

"...they won't sit still," the Emperor said.

The Lord of Humanity raised his head and looked up at the starry sky where no order and reason could be found in the Warp. The power of chaos formed a beautiful curtain above their heads that revealed colorful rays of light. The Emperor's expression was not overwhelmed, but filled with deep hatred.

"You made a mistake, my friend."

He Shenyan tore open the space and turned to leave. At that moment, his voice penetrated the curtain and reached the ears of the evil gods: "...I won't let it go."

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Guilliman had a rare ecstasy in dealing with government affairs, which was rare in his character.

— one could even say almost none.

Robert Guilliman is a very serious person, not only because of his personality, but also because of his family education. And when he deals with government affairs, his seriousness will rise to a level.

However, since he is a human, there will naturally be times when he is uneasy, such as this moment.

A picture kept repeating in front of his eyes—just last night, that evil, damn, self-righteous Infreni actually broke into his lounge privately.

And the guards on guard outside didn't even notice a single one—no, Guilliman even suspected they did it on purpose.

At this time, he hated that he couldn't have psionic power and couldn't read the hearts of these little bastards.

Of course, Yinfreni didn't break into his lounge at night for that little bit of pickling. In fact, she had something very important to tell Guilliman, but he was still annoyed by the thoughts expressed by his children.

How could you not stop her? ! Those are rumors, rumors! Could it be that I really want to marry an Eldar woman? !

Thinking of this, Guilliman sighed. He threw down the pen in his hand. At this time, it turned out that the pen was not pleasing to the eye. The pattern technology has developed to this point. Why is our bureaucratic system still using pen and paper to transmit important information?

No, it must be reformed, and the order will be issued tomorrow. Starting from Terra, all officials who have direct contact with me and need to connect with government affairs must be equipped with a pattern extension...

Guilliman stopped thinking abruptly, because he found sadly that he still had to use pen and paper to issue this order.

......

The regent of the Empire, who had nowhere to go, stood up from his seat with a blank expression. He pushed away the simple chair that fit his body shape, and stood in front of the porthole with his hands behind his back.

Staring at the galaxy, Guilliman realized that he hadn't left Macragge's Glory for a long time. He was shackled by government affairs. After discovering this, he inevitably felt a little bit of anger in his heart.

Then, there was a knock on his door.

Guilliman is not one to take anger at others, and one of the qualities of a statesman is his ability to control his emotions. He instantly put on a calm expression and said, "Come in."

The heavy study door was pushed open, but not by the guards who stood guard at the door of his study. If they had done it, Guilliman would have heard their footsteps and the sound of their armour colliding with the iron gate.

But now, all he could hear was the tiny sound of the door rubbing against the floor.

Guilliman turned his head sharply, and the heart that was raised so high was put down again. The regent's expression inevitably became distorted: "...Your stealth skills are comparable to those of the Grand Master of the Assassin Court."

He Shenyan, who had just startled Guilliman, showed a satisfied smile and waved his hand: "This is not stealth, it's just the use of a little magic. Ah, Guilliman, how are you progressing in the way of magic? "

"...I haven't practiced magic lately," Guilliman replied honestly. "Government affairs are busy, and I can't take time off."

"yes?"

He Shenyan nodded thoughtfully: "Then why did you have time to talk to that Eldar messenger, Yin Fleini, in the candle night last night?"

"...this is slander!"

Guilliman's face turned red, and the veins on his forehead burst. He almost gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know where you heard the news, but I definitely didn't have the so-called 'talking about candles' with her!"

"Um......"

He Shenyan let out a long, nasal sound, and walked over to his desk over Guilliman. He flipped through the government affairs written on the parchment, and occasionally stopped to look at Guilliman's comments on the side. .

"You don't believe me?!"

"Guilliman, Robert Guilliman, my new student..."

He Shenyan raised his head with a half-smiling smile: "You are a seasoned, born politician. Politicians are also excellent actors. When it doesn't involve your brother or Yin Fleini, you are happy. Anger is invisible."

His slow but forceful narration gradually turned Guilliman's face pale.

"You keep your emotions deep in your heart and almost never show them. Even your closest heirs can hardly understand what you're thinking - but why do you always lose everything when you face Infreni What about the city government?"

"That's because...because..."

Guilliman, who was ruthlessly exposed, began to repeat two words over and over again, and He Shenyan finally laughed.

"Oh, come on, Rob," he called Guilliman's nickname affectionately. "You've just confirmed my completely weak speculation."

"Only, just speculation?"

"Otherwise?" He Shenyan winked at him. "It's not speculation, can it be a fact? Or do you want it to be a fact?"

"I-"

"Okay, okay. The joke time is over, it's time to get down to business."

Interrupting Guilliman's spellcasting, He Shenyan snapped his fingers and made an armchair for himself, which fell on the opposite side of Guilliman's desk. He walked over and sat down, sighing comfortably, then gestured for Guilliman to take his seat too.

"Then, the conversation officially begins."

He Shenyan's fingers formed spires, bouncing back and forth, colliding with each other. As the voice fell, the heavy door of the study was automatically closed without wind. Guilliman instinctively sensed that something big was about to happen.

"How many Astartes can you mobilize, Guilliman? I mean the Ultramarines."

The brain began to run fast, and while analyzing the hidden meaning behind the question, Guilliman gave a relatively cautious answer: "How much do you want?"

"...don't answer questions with questions, how many do you have?"

"I'm afraid I can't give a specific answer." Guilliman smiled reservedly. "All I can say is, I have as much as you need."

He Shenyan glanced at him strangely, thinking that this kid wrote a scripture of Astartes himself, but he turned out to be the most dishonest one... But he didn't go into it, just skipped it this topic.

"How much is needed, I will tell you later... Then, the second question, what do you think of the expedition?"

"expedition?"

"expedition."

"What kind of expedition?"

"An expedition to regain lost ground and seek revenge."

He Shenyan stopped dancing his fingers, and a golden flame appeared on his fingertips and gradually expanded until it became a tiny little sun.

With a flick of his finger, he sent it to the ceiling of Guilliman's study. The tiny psychic sun began to spin slowly on it, and Guilliman stared at it, without saying a word, waiting for the mage's next words.

"To kill them all, that's all."

The human mage said so.

"Civilians, soldiers, Astartes... Merchants, painters or low-level miners, regardless of status, regardless of bloodline, I don't even care if some of them know their names."

He slowly stretched out his right hand: "To be honest, Guilliman, I don't really care about this matter. Abaddon, the creator of the Eye of Terror, has been killed by me, and his body and soul are all gone, except for a few of his lackeys and minions. In addition to being able to live, I also tore my soul to pieces, but that's not enough."

"Because there are still many demons laughing wildly in the galaxy, because there are still many planets that are being ravaged by them, because there are countless, irresistible, defenseless people who are suffering like living hell..."

"I can't turn a blind eye to this, I—no—can't. Guilliman. So I'm going to launch this expedition, and I'm going to kill any traitor or demon I see along the way, and we're going to start from Terra and run our way through the Fear. Deepest eyes. I don't care about secrecy, I'm even going to let the whole galaxy know about it, and if something's going to stop us, let them."

Guilliman stared at the wizard and saw him grin and clench his right hand - at that moment the golden sun on the ceiling went out. The shadow cast, forming jagged shadows on the mage's face, his white teeth as if piercing the chill of death.

"Because they will all die." He Shenyan said, smiling.

Guilliman stood up and asked only one question: "When do we start?"

Facing his question, He Shenyan put away his villainous attitude. He stood up from his chair, coughed, and patted Guilliman on the shoulder as if nothing had happened.

"...?" Guilliman looked at him blankly, and even began to suspect that he was hallucinating.

what happened? Where did that person I just saw go?

He Shenyan coughed again, opened a portal and walked in. After Tzeentch died, he was able to ignore the limitations of the old portal, and at this time he was able to perform some interstellar teleportation - just before leaving. At the last second, he said something to Guilliman.

"I appreciate your ability to act, Guilliman, but considering that your friend is eavesdropping on the door, I've decided to wait until you've settled the matter and then come to you to discuss the details... um, Good luck."

Guilliman turned his head shyly, and at this moment, his excessive emotions actually affected the psionic energy hidden in his body that he had always hated. The blue light in his eyes was brilliant, and the thick door of the study was pulled by the psychic energy in an instant. opened.

Wearing an elegant black dress, Infreni was standing behind the door, without the slightest embarrassment of being discovered overhearing the conversation. Facing Guilliman's unkind eyes, she even smiled.

Robert Guilliman took a deep breath, realizing that he couldn't run away any longer. Something was destined to happen, and he couldn't stop it. It is better to say that instead of blocking it, it is better to control its direction.

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"I can not believe it......"

Angron sat on a chair with a blank expression: "You actually went to Frank first, not me."

"Are you showing such an expression?"

He Shenyan spread out his hands in disbelief. He opened several portals in a row without stopping and came to the spaceship. On it was Fulgrim and his party, who had returned from InStefan III.

However, the Master of UU reading www.uukanshu.com never thought that Angron would react like this.

"Why not?" Angron slapped the table, deliberately making it make a loud noise, but still controlled his strength to prevent the table from being shot in two.

He said loudly: "I'm the strongest one! The first person I can't accept your task is not me!"

"... Whether you are the strongest is still up for debate, Angron." He Shenyan sighed melancholy, suddenly feeling like he was coaxing a child.

And this kid, who is three meters tall, can dismantle a Terminator with a few flicks of his hand. At the same time, he is also one of the most distinguished people in this empire.

"Forget it... let's get down to business."

Rolling his eyes, he realized that the mage, who couldn't follow Angron's rhythm, cut straight to the point and completely skipped the retelling.

"What's the matter? Have you finally realized how sharp my axe is?" Angron suddenly became excited. "Come on, come on, kill as many, kill as many! I can't wait!"