Chapter 470: Goodbye Fulgrim and the volatile Guilliman!

“Warhammer 40K” universe!
In a remote corner of the Ultramarines’ battleship, Evelyne gnashed her teeth and said indignantly: “I thought that by coming to Macragge to resurrect the Primarch Guilliman, I could make him owe us a favor.”

“So that we can contain the Chaos Legion, but I didn’t expect to run into this tough guy here!”

The troublesome guy that Evelyne was referring to was naturally the Emperor. She did not dare to call him by his name, for fear of alerting the Emperor.

At this moment, Evelyne was filled with worry. She really couldn’t understand why the emperor suddenly woke up. Did he just wake up or had he never fallen asleep?

It’s a waste of time to come all the way to Macragge to help revive Guilliman!
One Emperor is enough to give the Eldar a headache and make their souls tremble, and adding Guilliman would make the situation even worse.

The Eldar now do need a powerful ally like Guilliman to contain the forces of Chaos for them, but they definitely don’t need an Emperor to come out and disrupt the situation.

“Given his attitude towards the Eldar, I’m afraid we’ll have to join forces with the Chaos forces in the future…”

The red-armored warrior Larian shook his head and sighed. All alien races in the galaxy knew that the Emperor was an extreme xenophobe. Except for humans, all aliens must die.

If the Emperor led the human empire to restore its vitality and once again started the era of the Great Crusade, the Eldar would be driven to the edge of the galaxy to compete with the Tyranids for territory.

Seeing Evelyne and Larian so pessimistic, the great sage Kaul stepped forward and said calmly: “Praise the Emperor, praise the God of All Things, Om Messiah.”

“The Milky Way is facing a crisis of death. If the Emperor can step down from the Golden Throne, it will be a great blessing for all living things in the entire Milky Way. You two don’t have to be so pessimistic.”

Contrary to what Evelyne thought, Great Sage Cawl had long seen that the Milky Way was facing an extremely torn dilemma, with the Chaos God frantically grabbing emotional resources and the Zerg outside the galaxy eyeing it and ready to rush in at any time.

The Eldar made a desperate attempt to bring about the coming of Death.

All civilizations in the Milky Way are desperately seeking their own death and doing dangerous things. If this trend continues, the Milky Way will be destroyed sooner or later.

From the perspective of humanity, Archmagos Cawl was certainly grateful for the revival of the Emperor and Guilliman, which could save the Empire from its decline, but he was even more grateful that the Emperor could stop the collapse of the galaxy.

No one except the Emperor can turn the tide.

The Emperor was thinking about the galaxy and the overall situation, while Evelyne was still thinking about that insignificant strategic cooperation.

The words of the Great Sage Cawl made Evelyne smile bitterly. This idiot only knew how to make sarcastic remarks. The Great Crusade ten thousand years ago was the one that the Emperor drove them out of the galaxy.

The Eldar were forced to compete with the Tyranids and a bunch of brutal civilizations for territory and resources. Now that they have finally returned to the Milky Way, they have encountered the forces of Chaos and the resurrected Emperor.

Are the elves naturally incompatible with humans?

“I hope your Lord can be magnanimous and not embarrass our race that has been wandering for many years, but is there really any hope?”

Evelyne knew that the Emperor had never taken the lives of the aliens seriously. She hoped that the galaxy could restore peace and balance, but she was afraid that this overbearing Emperor would not agree.

In the blueprint she designed, the best case scenario was that the Chaos forces and the Human Empire would restrain each other, thus giving the Eldar the most breathing space and opportunity.

Whenever either the forces of Chaos or the human empire gains a clear advantage and tips the balance, the result will be exactly the same for the other aliens.

The Chaos Legion will not let them go. The evil gods and demons need to absorb their emotions and treat them like pigs and dogs in a farm.

The human empire will not let them go. In the eyes of the emperor, these aliens are just cockroaches and pests in his own home. Keeping them will only be an eyesore.

Evelyne never thought that the Emperor would suddenly change his attitude towards the Eldar.

After all, there is a trace of all this.

In fact, as early as the Golden Age of mankind, humans had already established good diplomatic relations with various civilized species in the Milky Way. The racial harmony and beautiful natural situation made everyone feel like they were in a dream.

However, the reason why the aliens established peaceful diplomatic relations with humans was entirely because humans at that time controlled powerful technological weapons. All the beautiful illusions of peace were nothing more than built on the deterrence of force.

At that time, human civilization was already on par with the ancient saints of ancient times and was only one step away from ascension.

After the Iron Man Rebellion, humanity’s strength declined drastically. The aliens, who had once been friendly with humans, not only did not lend a helping hand, but instead took the opportunity to add insult to injury and crazily slaughtered humans.

Eating people alive, skinning them alive, human experiments, genetic modification, soul extraction, all kinds of means were used on humans. It was a dark age with no hope of survival.

The pure and beautiful gods were devoured by countless ugly monsters, and the Emperor was a witness of that era, so his hatred for the aliens was deep-rooted.

Humans in the Golden Age treated the aliens in the galaxy with love, but what awaited them was slaughter, which made the Emperor no longer trust any aliens.

Only humans can exist in the Milky Way, and any aliens must be wiped out, leaving no one behind!
In addition, the emperor was equally cruel to his own people.

Any planet that has been polluted by the subspace or has genetic pollution will be subject to an extermination order, regardless of gender, age or status.

There are countless planets that have been burned by the Emperor himself. This shows that the rise of the Human Empire is no different from the rise of Chaos to these aliens.

This war, which lasted for ten thousand years, was essentially a struggle between loyalists and traitors, a struggle between the Emperor and the evil gods of the Warp, yet they had the same origins.

The only difference is that the aliens are just running for show, and the title deed to the galaxy will never fall on their heads from beginning to end.

“Coal, didn’t you get any information in advance? Mars is only a foot away from Terra, so you didn’t notice anything unusual?”

Evelyne looked at the Great Sage Kaul with a wary and suspicious look on her face. She suspected that he was taking advantage of her.

She had just helped Cawl to revive Guilliman, and the Emperor arrived right after. Who would believe that such a smooth connection was not deliberately planned?

The Emperor’s abilities are indeed immense, but it is not so easy to remove the toxins left by Slaanesh. If it were not for the power of the Eldar Death God, it would remain unknown whether Guilliman could wake up.

In Eveleene’s imagination, the Emperor must have taken a fancy to this ability of the Eldar, so he deliberately designed to lure her to Macragge to resurrect Guilliman.

Nowadays, the human empire is losing talent, and the importance of the return of a Primarch to the empire is self-evident.

But after all this, Eveline became an Eldar traitor who aided the enemy. She was fooled by the great sage Kaul!

Kaul: “…”

The oil man wanted to defend himself, but judging from the current situation, he seemed to have really become an accomplice of the emperor.

After thinking it over, Kaul simply kept silent and pretended not to hear. …

……

“Warhammer” universe, Cthonia!
A week passed in the blink of an eye. Ever since Horus called on the Primarchs to go back and reorganize their troops, the Primarchs of various tribes actively led their troops to gather in Cthulhu.

At this moment, the various Primarchs have successfully formed a large elite army, which is anchored at the spaceport of Cthunia, waiting to officially set out for Terra.

“Horus, do you have any definite news? Where are we going this time, who are we going to fight, how are we going to fight, and how many years are we going to fight for?”

Russ, the Primarch of the Space Wolves Legion, stepped forward impatiently and asked. He was always impatient, and after staying in Fenris for so long, Russ had already become impatient.

“Yeah, so why are we running to Terra? Is that the battlefield we want to go to?” Mortarion couldn’t help but ask.

A large group of Primarchs, with their respective elite troops, rushed towards Terra aggressively. This scene seemed a bit strange no matter how you looked at it, as bringing troops to meet the king was a big taboo.

If you don’t know about this situation, you might think that Horus is planning to give the Emperor a small rebellion “surprise”.

Faced with the confusion of many of his fellow Primarchs, Guilliman simply shook his head, indicating that he was not clear about the specific actions.

“My father didn’t tell me where we were going to fight, but judging from the imperial edict he gave me, this war will be of high standard and may last for decades.”

After all, Horus was the Primarch who had followed the Emperor for so long that he could guess the Emperor’s intentions to some extent.

With the number of soldiers under the command of these brothers, a normal small battle would definitely not require so many people. A war that could call on so many Primarchs by lottery must not be that simple.

After hearing what Horus said, the Primarchs were immediately delighted. They had been waiting for this day for too long!

Seeing his brothers looking aggressive and ready to fight, Horus looked up and smiled. Among the many Primarch brothers, except Guilliman, each of them was a warmongerer who loved every battle.

“Really? Are you fighting this battle together with your father?”

A smile appeared on the corner of the Lion King’s mouth. It was rare for all the Primarchs to fight together. If the Emperor was added, this battle would surely go down in history.

Countless imperial craftsmen would surely have carved this battle into reliefs, prints, and murals.

“I think there’s a chance.”

Horus smiled but did not explain it directly, because he did not know whether the Emperor would join them in the battle.

despair–!
Just then, a big man in blue power armor walked into the meeting room of the Spirit of Vengeance.

He looked at everyone in the conference room with some surprise and astonishment, and as soon as he came in, he stood still, as if he was petrified.

Horus recognized the visitor at a glance. Wasn’t this his good brother Guilliman who had replaced him in ruling the Empire on Terra some time ago?
“Guilliman, I didn’t expect you to come to me from Terra on your own initiative!” Horus was delighted.

The more he looked at Guilliman, the more he liked him. After all, if Guilliman hadn’t helped him share his worries and solve his problems, he would probably still be stuck in the quagmire of government affairs and unable to extricate himself.

Mistakes are bound to happen in an extremely high-pressure environment, and mistakes will inevitably lead to punishment. In the end, perhaps, your fate will be the same as Magnus’.

At this time, Horus came to Guilliman with a friendly smile, and then hugged him: “Guilliman, why are you wearing armor? Are you going to the battle too?”

Horus let go of Guilliman and looked up and down at the other’s rather special power armor. As far as he could remember, Guilliman had never worn this armor before.

Facing the enthusiastic Horus, Guilliman’s expression kept changing.

Guilliman of the Warhammer universe is still busy handling the Empire’s political affairs on Terra.

Guilliman standing in front of the Primarchs is actually the newly resurrected Guilliman from the Warhammer 40K universe!

Just a while ago, Guilliman was still struggling to find his own essence in the Warp, but the Emperor suddenly pulled him out on the way and asked him to get familiar with his genetic brothers in this universe first.

So as to avoid any unnecessary misunderstandings later.

In addition, the Emperor also asked Guilliman to act as a messenger to inform Horus and others of the situation in the Warhammer 40K universe and let them understand the purpose of this trip.

Since Horus and others are needed to help, we must not hide information from them. We must explain the mission background and specific matters in advance.

This temporary task was not difficult, but for Guilliman, who had just been resurrected, it was a little embarrassing for a while.

Especially when he saw Horus, Angron, Mortarion, Perturabo and other evil gods who betrayed the empire, his facial expression became somewhat distorted.

When Horus showed such an intimate gesture to him, Guilliman really wanted to draw out his Emperor’s Sword and stab this unfilial son to death.

“Guilliman, you look a little unwell. Did something bad happen?”

At this moment, Fulgrim keenly noticed Guilliman’s expression. As a Primarch with obsessive-compulsive perfectionism, he was almost crazy and paranoid about everything.

Everything from his appearance to the tactics of deploying troops must be extremely perfect. This obsessive-compulsive disorder makes him feel both painful and refreshing.

Every time he completed a task perfectly, Fulgrim would feel extremely happy and at ease, but once there were some minor flaws in what he did, he would become extremely crazy and angry.

Among the many Primarchs, only Horus and Guilliman, who was rigorous and disciplined in employing troops, were more pleasing to his eyes.

Therefore, Fulgrim was the first to notice the change in Guilliman’s expression.

Faced with Fulgrim’s sudden concern, Guilliman’s expression changed more frequently, and the subtle expressions on his face became clearer.

At that moment, the tragic scene of ten thousand years ago reappeared before his eyes.

Guilliman witnessed his former good brother Fulgrim piercing his throat with an evil sword of Slaanesh. He cried out to heaven and earth for help, but no one answered him. He could only fall into a deep sleep with fear, sadness and worry.

Now that he has revived, Guilliman wants to avenge the sword attack he suffered that year.

But in the end, reason overcame impulse, and Guilliman controlled himself, standing there in silence, and did not do anything out of the ordinary.

(End of this chapter)