Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation

  Chapter 524 Oops, my living saint wants to push me!

  After the celebration ended, as time went by, the people who gathered in the solar system also slowly dispersed.

  Guilliman didn't get much time to rest.

  The series of things that followed made him have to deal with and coordinate various government affairs and needs around the clock again.

  He will either stay in his own laboratory, and work with many sages to perfect the fifth stage of the original casting upgrade, as well as some technical support required by the plan.

  Or stay in the study to deal with the huge, backlog of government affairs.

   Today, he stayed in the study, and did not take a little time to go to the laboratory to pay attention to the progress of technology research and development as usual.

  Some time ago he summoned the officers of the expedition fleet, but there are still some missions from a long distance who need to meet.

   In addition to this, you will also meet Ryan who has returned from the war zone and is preparing to travel to another universe.

  The war of the Eye of Terror has come to an end with Corax and Vulcan's war against the Nurgle Domain, and there is no need for Ryan to continue to be in charge.

   A new expedition awaits him.

  Guilliman has planned a new route for him.

  There are many powerful enemies in that universe, not to mention there are still some ruins that need to be destroyed. It is most appropriate for the lion to do such a thing.

  Guilliman is going to use one day to meet with the envoys and lions, and at the same time hand over some prepared plans to the Terra Council and the Prime Minister of the Empire, so that they can implement according to their own plans.

  As the leader of a new expedition, the lion returned to the solar system to meet with the Holy Emperor shortly after the celebration to discuss the details of the expedition.

   Primarchs still enjoy some privileges.

  When they want to meet their brothers, they can simply make an appointment and meet without queuing and reporting.

  Lion Ryan doesn't mind using the time-saving privilege.

  Precious time should not be wasted in long waiting.

   Belonging to his space shuttle, parked on the mooring deck of the Emperor Supreme.

  Accompanied by the hissing sound of air pressure opening the hatch.

  A personal guard came out with neat steps.

  They wore shiny power armor, and the golden double-headed eagle emblem on their chests was extraordinarily bright under the light.

  A cloak with a double-headed eagle flutters over his shoulders.

  Each guard holds a golden bolter to his chest.

   After walking out of the door, they divided into two columns and stood on both sides of the hatch.

  A living **** then appeared.

  His armor is mainly black, with gold embellishments.

  The black cloak perfectly complements his silhouette.

  A golden spiked ring hangs behind his head, like a halo of a god.

   There are huge lion head emblems on the shoulder armor and chest.

  The battle-tested lion's eyes are getting sharper and sharper. Just looking directly at them makes people feel a sense of awe.

   It put some pressure on the guard of honor and imperial bureaucrats who were in charge of welcoming him.

   They looked at the lion full of fear.

  He is like a beast in the forest, his eyes tell everyone all the time, don't be his enemy, otherwise he will rip your throat.

  The lion didn't care about these gazes.

  Amidst the vocal music played by the guard of honor, he stepped down the cabin door.

  A Custodian warrior wearing golden armor and holding a halberd stood in front of the bureaucrat.

  When the lion came up to him, he bowed slightly.

  The lion nodded.

   "I'm here to meet His Majesty."

   "It has been arranged, my lord. Your Majesty is waiting for you." The guard soldier said.

  The Forbidden Army soldiers turned to lead the way, followed by the lion.

  The Emperor Supreme is indescribably huge.

  It is the core existence of the empire.

   Countless bureaucrats work here.

  Once many people entered this giant ship, which was as large as a planet, they never had a chance to leave.

  They serve as cogs for the huge government affairs system, until the day they die, their names can leave the Emperor Supreme, and tell the news of their death to their home planet.

   But by that time, their peers may have died long ago.

  Their names will be put directly into the dark archives, and they will never see the light again.

  Working in the government affairs system is boring and boring, dealing with complicated government affairs day after day, life is static, boring and boring.

  Thanks to the superior screening mechanism of the empire, only those who are content with the status quo and do not like to take risks will enter this system, while those who are aggressive, like to take risks and all kinds of excitement will often be assigned to another job.

  Led by the imperial guards, the lion passes through the hard-working staff. Those ordinary people always look at the lion with awe and admiration, and subconsciously make way for the other party.

  The lion does not care about the eyes of mortals.

  His steps are firm and powerful.

   His quick mind was thinking about how to talk to his brother.

   Seek the support you want.

  The procession traverses an interior corridor.

   This is located inside the ship, and there are no windows that open to the outside.

  The promenade is very wide, with golden statues leaning against both sides of the corridor wall.

   There is an incense burner in front of each statue, and priests walk among the statues, chanting sacred prayers of prayer.

   Walking along the promenade all the way to the end, it is a hall with a large area.

  Several giant pillars support the silver-white dome, and the crystal chandelier is like the sun of this small world, providing illumination to every corner.

  The floating information window floats in the air like a ghost, and occasionally passes through those running people, causing ripples.

  The walls hundreds of meters high are engraved with images of Primarchs, Emperors, etc.

  The lion saw Sanguinius, the archangel in the portrait stood on a mountain of mutant corpses, spreading his wings.

  Chagatai, the war eagle soaring in the sky drives a comet shaped like a human head, galloping among the stars.

  Vulkan, the lord of the Salamanders held an incredibly huge warhammer, and he raised it with all his strength, and the target he wanted to hit was a corrupted world.

  The lions looked down one by one, and finally met their own portrait.

  On the portrait, a lion with distorted proportions, the Lord of Caliban bathed in a halo, holding a sword in one hand and the head of a horned demon in the other.

  Behind him is a world that is covered in flames and is disintegrating.

  Destruction and killing.

   Those who created the portraits captured the essence of each Primarch.

   The lion glanced at it, then looked away.

  He followed the imperial army through the hall, and finally stopped in front of the holy emperor's exclusive study.

  Several Imperial Guards and Primordial Guards inspected the lion as usual, then opened the door and let him in.

  Guilliman buried his head in front of the desk piled up with documents and data crystal pillars, and the floating information window was switching rapidly.

  A large number of government affairs were processed within a few breaths of his time.

  Guilliman seldom uses a pen to annotate those documents, but directly uses his thinking input to express his attitude

   When the lion walked in, Guilliman gave the order to stop.

   The info window slows down and then closes.

  The same goes for those projections.

   "Your Majesty." Ryan said.

  Guilliman nodded, showing a smile, "My brother, you must have known the reason why I summoned you back."

   "I was born for war." Ryan said: "The only thing that can be related to me is war."

"You are the beast of war among our brothers. You are so talented that no one can match." Guilliman was not stingy with his flattery, "I really need you to fight a difficult battle, which is extremely difficult. Only You can do it."

   "Speak, Your Majesty, there is no need for so much useless nonsense between you and me."

  The smile on Guilliman's face became brighter and brighter. He stood up and walked to Ryan's side. At the same time, he opened the garden entrance, inviting him to talk about the upcoming war while walking.

"The expedition of Universe 04 has ended, and most of the resources originally invested in Universe 04 will also be recovered. At the same time, Universe 04 is positioned as an important logistics base for the Empire Expedition, providing more resources for other expeditions. In order To expand our living space, a new expedition is imperative."

  As Guilliman walked, he summoned an information window that followed them.

   Along with his operation, the information of Ultra Universe also appeared in front of them.

"This is a universe with different development routes, empires, and extraordinary civilizations. They combine emotions and subspaces to transform themselves into powerful war machines. Those who use beautiful emotions transform into Ultra warriors, Those who use distorted emotions transform into monsters."

   "Sounds very interesting." Ryan made his own evaluation, "It looks similar to the inanimate. The universe is so big that there are so many wonders."

"Hahaha, isn't it amazing." Guilliman said with a smile: "This is the benefit of the empire going to the heavens. Only by standing on a new height can we witness more things. Stick to tradition and refuse to forge ahead. It will only make you stupid and lead to destruction."

   "Is this the universe I'm going to explore?" Ryan asked, "Destroy them?"

  Guilliman shook his head.

"I hope to be able to enslave them. Whether it's monsters or Ultra warriors, they are a powerful force. The empire needs this power. If possible, I even want to turn that universe into a breeding universe for monsters and Ultra warriors." The cultivation universe of special fighters."

"Your mission is to erase those old memories, to imprint the empire's mark on the souls of every creature, to make them think that those ancient technologies were created by humans, not aliens. At the same time, you must also assist The local sage team studies to understand the power of mixing emotions with the warp."

   "It doesn't sound easy." Ryan said: "At least it is much more difficult than simple destruction."

"That's why you need to go out, brother." Guilliman stood by a flower bed and put his hand on Ryan's shoulder: "Sometimes, we need lies. The so-called truths of the past are tricky and annoying, and we can't rely on them alone." Concrete rock lays it flat and covers it, it cannot be corrected only by monuments or golden sky eagles on imperial banners. It takes a clever, smart man to destroy, to reshape, to change lies into truth on a foundation of darkness and ashes Only then can it be."

   Ryan also smiled.

   "That's exactly what I'm good at."

"Yes, so I choose you to go. You are the most outstanding of us, Lion." Guilliman withdrew his hand, turned his head and walked into the depths of the garden, "Those mortals call me the Holy Emperor, hope I It can protect them forever and guide them. We all know that there is no eternity in this world, and eternity represents stagnation, backwardness and inflexibility. That is painful for a civilization.”

  "When the powerful enemies are put down, and when they know how to find the truth by themselves, we will all leave and hand over this empire to those cowardly but strong mortals again."

   "They might make a mess," Lane said, his face showing an incomprehensible expression.

"But they will also find a new way. We have witnessed their courage and tenacity. Imagine that they once walked out of the prairie, rose from the earth, and went to the galaxy. If it weren't for the subspace storm, what they would have achieved It is unimaginable. They are not stupid, they are only limited by their own lifespan and short-sightedness." Guilliman said: "One day, they will be strong and independent again, and at that time, they will no longer need us."

   "If Horus had one ten-thousandth of the wisdom and mind of His Majesty, mankind would have fewer disasters." Ryan said: "That idiot thinks that human beings cannot survive without the Primarch and Space Marines."

"The truth is not." Guilliman shrugged and said: "In the long river of time, those heroes who changed history are neither important nor important. Humanity can get to where it is today, relying on their unity. When the crisis broke out, those heroes Cowardly and cowardly people will always burst out amazing power for everything they love and want to protect, we just guide them."

   "I will take over this task." Ryan said: "I guarantee that except for the highest-level archives in the empire, no one knows the history and past of the Ultra universe."

   "I believe it because you are Lion, Lion-Lion," said Guilliman.

  The two chatted for a long time, and Ryan took the opportunity to propose some technical and troop support for his expedition.

  In order to prevent rebellion, the military power of the empire belongs to Guilliman only.

  Everyone else acts as Guilliman's power.

   Primarchs and expedition commanders no longer have the power to execute their subordinate officers at will, and the relevant powers have been handed over to military courts.

  Lion wanted to find a few easy-going commanders and a few informal battle groups to work on this trip.

   Otherwise, the extinction order will not be released smoothly.

  After receiving Guilliman's promise and permission, Ryan showed a satisfied smile and left the study.

  He planned to stay for a few more days, to humiliate Curze and other rebel primarchs, and then set sail for the place where the army was assembled.

  Just as Ryan left, a staff member ran over to report that the envoy from Game Universe No. 03 had arrived.

   "Let the envoy come over." Guilliman didn't think much about it.

  Meeting envoys from different universes is also one of his jobs.

  Necessary commitment and some encouragement that does not require actual action are important means of uniting them.

  Wandering in the waiting room, Asakami Shion paced back and forth nervously.

   This meeting is extremely precious to her.

   After all, the Holy Emperor governs the entire empire, and it is very difficult to meet once.

   After meeting this time, I don’t even know when the next meeting will be!

  In order to achieve her own goals, she asked the other envoys from the same universe to stay in the embassy and wait for his news.

  As a living saint, he still has this power.

  More importantly, Asakami Shion's purpose also stunned the other program, calling her crazy.

  Asaka Shion plans to dedicate herself to the Holy Emperor in order to conceive a holy son with a holy blood.

   But after thinking about it carefully, the envoys felt that although it was crazy, it was not without merit.

  The rule of universe 03 will definitely be handed over to a certain universe governor in the future.

  Whether the governor of the universe is elected by the local government or appointed by the empire is actually a big problem.

  The former will inevitably lead to infighting and strife among all parties, consuming the resources and power of the empire.

  The latter is very likely to be born corrupt.

  The governor of the universe is very likely to squeeze the universe 03 endlessly in order to allow himself to climb up, and meet all the needs of the empire.

  In that case, it would be better to hand it directly to the Holy Son with the holy blood, which can avoid a lot of internal fighting and have natural legitimacy.

  Besides, the Holy Emperor has no heirs at present, if the first born heir is from universe 03, they will definitely get unimaginable benefits.

   Imagine, the eldest son of an empire of the heavens.

   Be bolder, if something happens to the Holy Emperor.

  Thinking of the great benefits of it, the envoys gasped for breath a little, and just went with the flow, pretending that they couldn't disobey the living saint's order.

  With excitement, Asakami Shion, who had received permission to meet, followed an official through the hall, was inspected by the imperial guards and Primaris guards, and then walked into Guilliman's study.

  (end of this chapter)