No one knows how Felix the Hero managed to reconcile the differences between the Gray Knights, the Sisters of Silence, and the Church of England over the treatment of girls.
But what is certain is that when the spaceship jumped out of the subspace, the two sides did not fight.
Don't think this is an exaggeration.
Although the Imperium of Man appears on the surface to be a highly centralized militaristic dictatorship, it is in fact a fragmented system.
The State Religion, the Custodes, the Inquisition, the High Lords Council of Terra, the Adeptus Mechanicus, the Ministry of the Interior, the Ministry of Justice, the Imperial Guard, the Imperial Navy, various Astartes Orders, planetary governors and sector governors, the Assassin's Court, the Torch Court, the Star Whispering Court, Rogue Merchants, etc., almost every department has its own ideas.
Even within these departments, there can be infinite subdivisions, creating hundreds or thousands of factions.
These departments and factions have completely different attitudes towards a matter.
Although they all claimed to be loyal to the Empire and the great God-Emperor, they were ruthless when it came to attacking their own people.
Especially when the current regent, Robert Guilliman, wanted to re-implement the Imperial Truth, some fanatical chapter priests even wanted to assassinate him, and the high lords tried to use the power in their hands to force him to kneel down and surrender to themselves.
If this is how they treat the Primarch of the Emperor's son, let alone others.
To this day, there is still a strong hostility towards Robouti Guilliman among many within the Imperium.
Because in the 30th Millennium, before the Emperor sat on the Golden Throne, the Council of High Lords he personally formed excluded all the Primarchs.
So these guys believe that allowing the Primarch to participate in politics and even become the helmsman of the Empire is itself against the Emperor's will.
In short, compared with the complex power, political structure and numerous factions within the empire, the three South Asian countries can be said to be both united and unified.
Fortunately, with the return of the spaceship to the flagship of the expedition fleet, Macragge's Glory, the hero Felix could finally put his heart at ease.
After all, this is where the Primarch is, and there are also a large number of Astartes from the Ultramarines, as well as the Imperial Guards brought out from the Terra Palace. Neither the people of the Ecclesiarchy nor the Gray Knights dare to cause trouble easily.
What's more, even if a fight really breaks out, the golden combination of the Imperial Guards and the Sisters of Silence can suppress the conflict within a few minutes.
You must know that the physical fitness and combat effectiveness of the Imperial Guards are much stronger than those of ordinary Astartes.
Moreover, for as long as ten thousand years, they had all stayed in the Imperial Palace on Terra to guard the Emperor and had never left. Many of them were veterans who had served for tens of thousands of years and had participated in the Great Crusade and the Horus Heresy.
In contrast, it is extremely rare for an Astartes Chapter to have served for more than one or two thousand years.
There is also a huge gap between the two in terms of combat experience.
Although it may not be as exaggerated as the Primarch, it is still no problem for an elite guard to deal with several Astartes at the same time.
So after handing over the girl who was suspected to be a living saint to the guards and the Sisters of Silence, the hero Felix immediately found his genetic father and reported everything he had seen from beginning to end without leaving out any detail.
"Do you believe that this girl is a true living saint like Celestine?"
Robert Guilliman asked in an uncertain tone after listening to the report.
"I'm sorry, I don't know. But it doesn't matter anymore, because the state church believes that she is who she is. And her arrival has boosted the morale of the entire expeditionary force, and they firmly believe that we will win the war under the protection of the God-Emperor."
Felix spoke directly out his true thoughts.
As one of the Four Heroes of Ultramar, he was obviously not a reckless man whose mind was filled with only war and killing. Instead, he possessed very high political literacy and understood the great benefits that could be brought about by the appearance of a living saint during the Plague War.
This played a very positive role in rebuilding people's inner hope and leading the empire out of the dark period that lasted for tens of thousands of years.
The most important thing is that the girl seems to be able to control her terrifying psychic power. She is not like other psychics who are out of control after their talents are awakened.
For today's human empire, "controllability" is the most important thing.
Robert Guilliman showed a bitter smile on his face and sighed in a low voice: "Yes, you are right.
From the moment the state religion recognized it, it no longer mattered who the girl was.
She has become a symbol of victory and an intangible political asset, just like the state religion today.
In this dark age, mortals need faith to bring a little light to their miserable lives.
Maybe Soth is right.
Whether it is the Imperial Truth or the state religion, in the final analysis, they are just tools to maintain rule.
The reason why the Empire chose the latter rather than the former between the 30th and 40th millenniums was actually the inevitable result of the deteriorating security environment.
Because religion is the lowest-cost way to maintain a vast empire.
Not only does it not need to invest a lot of resources into the education system like Imperial Truth, but it can also increase tax revenue and reduce public resistance to a certain extent.
But making people more ignorant is not a long-term solution.
Perhaps when the situation improves, we can make the people more rational by popularizing education and improving their cognitive level, and then they will naturally abandon religion and embrace the imperial truth. "
"Soth? Have you been in touch with him?"
Felix showed a very surprised expression.
Robert Guilliman nodded slightly: "Yes, we have been in touch.
He, like my father the emperor, possesses extremely powerful psychic powers.
It can even span the entire galaxy and use the power of the subspace to make its consciousness and projection appear anywhere.
We have discussed many of the difficulties and problems facing the empire.
He gave me a lot of inspiration from another perspective.
In some ways, Soth has a lot in common with the Emperor.
For example, they all advocate extreme authoritarianism and believe that a strong central government and efficient military and administrative capabilities are necessary to maintain the regime.
For example, they don't care about other people's opinions and always believe that the path they choose is the right one.
If there wasn't too much resistance within the empire, I would have invited him to Terra to meet the Emperor on the throne.
Maybe he can find a way to get my father back on his feet."
"Who is this unknown being who calls himself Soth? Why would the God-Emperor allow him to establish a second human regime besides the Empire?"
After a long silence, Felix asked the question that concerned him most.
"I only know that he is an outsider, that's all. And he and my father, the emperor, have many unknown and shocking plans."
Roboute Guilliman narrowed his eyes and gave a very vague answer.
Because you yourself don't know what the Shuoyou incarnation is.
According to the initial observations and speculations of the Grand Sage of the Mechanicus, Belisarius Cawl, it was once believed that Zuo Si might be a Star God or a fragment of a Star God.
The reason is that Shuo Oil can make certain changes to matter and physical laws to a great extent, which is a power that only Star Gods have.
But later this speculation was overturned.
The reason is that they suddenly discovered that the incarnation of Shuoyou could actually absorb huge psychic energy directly from the subspace like the human emperor, and then form all kinds of incredible spells.
This is obviously something that the current god, the Star God, cannot do.
Therefore, the empire has no idea about Zuo Si's identity now. Even the title of "outsider" was learned from the living saint Celestine.
Some people speculate that Zuo Si may come from a wider universe outside the Milky Way, just like the Tyranids; others believe that this refers to his identity and position.
But no matter what, its powerful force is obvious to all.
For more than a hundred years, any enemy that launched an attack on the area under its rule was met with ruthless and severe blows without exception, and even dangerous psykers did not have to worry about attracting demons from the Warp.
"I see..." Felix nodded thoughtfully. "What about the girl? Just place her on the Macragge's Glory?"
"Just in case, I'd better go and confirm the identity of this living saint with my own eyes."
After saying this, the Primarch's tall and strong body slowly stood up from his seat, and under the protection of the Imperial Guards and several Astartes of the Ultramarines, he came to the cabin where the little loli was imprisoned.
When Robert Guilliman saw the slender, thin figure with obvious signs of malnutrition sitting quietly in the corner with his legs hugged, his pupils dilated significantly.
Although the other party did not release any spiritual energy, the familiar aura made him feel nervous.
Because of all the people the Primarch had ever encountered, only two people had psychic powers that could reach this level.
One is the Emperor, the genetic father of all Primarchs, and the other is Magnus, who has the most outstanding psychic talent among all the brothers.
As for people like Zuo Si and Tzeentch, Robert Guilliman does not regard them as "human beings".
Out of caution and curiosity, he slowly leaned down and looked into the girl's eyes that were slightly shining with golden light, and asked softly: "Who are you?"
Hearing these words, the motionless little Loli slowly raised her head, and then made a move that shocked and unbelievable everyone around her.
Suddenly, without any warning, she raised her right hand and patted the original body's head. Her action and expression were like an elder encouraging a younger generation.
Following behind Robert Guilliman, including the hero Felix, the Sister of Silence and the Guards were all stunned.
The Eldar liaison officer Illianni Natasi was so stunned that she could hardly believe what she saw.
You have to know that he is the Primarch, a powerful demigod created by the Fifth Evil God by combining his own genes and the power of the Warp.
But the interesting thing is that Robert Guilliman not only did not overreact to this, but also showed a very puzzled expression, and then asked in an uncertain tone: "Father, is it you?"
“…”
The girl didn't say anything, she just smiled.
The two of them just stared at each other as if confirming something.
After about ten seconds, Robert Guilliman straightened up and sighed: “Ah-Okay.
Since you don't want to say anything, I won't ask any more questions.
Anyway, it doesn't matter whether you are Magnus, my genetic father, or Tzeentch.
Because I will not allow you to leave this place, let alone let you participate in the next war.
Guards, Sisters of Silence, keep an eye on her.
No one may approach or let her go except by order from me personally."
"clear!"
"Yes, sir!"
The guards and the Sisters of Silence who were in charge of the guard duty responded immediately.
After the original body turned around and left and the open hatch was closed again, the girl returned to the corner and sat down with her legs hugged.
However, her eyes were fixed on the wall in front of her, as if she had seen the war-torn planet outside through the alloy armor plate of the ship.
And Robert Guilliman finally made up his mind to launch an unprecedented offensive himself to completely end this protracted plague war.
Just like that, after more than ten hours of discussion in the combat meeting, he finally began to airdrop to the surface with decisive force, intending to eliminate the void shield controlled by the Nurgle army, and then use orbital bombardment to exile all the demons and his good brother Mortarion back to the warp again.
However, what the Imperial Regent did not know was that his desire for a quick victory was exactly what the Demon Primarch Mortarion and the Great Unclean One Ku'gath would like to see.
Because at this moment, near the Nurgle Cauldron above the ruins of a city on the surface of the planet, Ku'gath had just prepared the long-awaited plague of God and delivered it to Mortarion.
The latter felt undoubtedly the most terrifying poison in the galaxy. A sickening smile appeared on his twisted and ugly face: "Very good! Now we can finally implement that plan."
"Are you sure Guilliman will fall into our trap and fall into the arms of the Great Father while suffering from the plague?"
Kugath brought his huge, foul-smelling head closer.
As the most powerful demon under Nurgle's command, he has a huge body that towers into the sky and a mountain of rotten flesh and fat. His organs are swollen and twisted, constantly spraying moss-like boils and smelly pus all around. Maggots as thick as an adult man's arm are wriggling in the rotten flesh and internal organs.
Compared to the Great Unclean Ones, the abominations of the Scourge of Azeroth are considered clean and hygienic.
After all, the Abomination is an undead after all, and its body is injected with a large amount of preservative fluid, so there are no parasites, maggots, fungi or the like.
The body of Nurgle's creation is equivalent to a creepy and terrifying ecosystem, with so many different "little cuties" inside that it can make one's scalp tingle, and it also perfectly embodies the essence of the fatherly God of Life.
If it was before he was upgraded to a demon, Mortarion would definitely be disgusted by Kugath's appearance and kill him without saying a word.
But now, his appearance was almost the same as the other party, and he also exuded an unbearable stench, so he completely ignored Kugath's appearance and sneered, saying: "Of course! No one knows Robert Guilliman better than me.
Although he appears calm and rational on the surface, he is actually a very impatient and stubborn guy.
What's more, the empire has already invested too much manpower in this protracted expedition.
You have to understand that the threats they face are not just us, but also other Chaos Gods, Tyranids, Green Orcs, etc.
In addition, the Galactic Rift has divided the empire into two parts, and the dark side without the illumination of the Astronomican is now in dire straits.
To sum up, Robert Guilliman must end this as soon as possible no matter what.
To do this the void shield on the planet must be destroyed.
All we have to do is wait patiently for his arrival at the void shield."
When saying this, Mortarion's tone was full of strong confidence, and his eyes revealed a sense of superiority that could not be described in words.
Needless to say, he looked down on his primarch brother and even held a contemptuous attitude towards him.
There is no way. It is not a problem with one or two Primarchs, but all Primarchs have similar problems to a greater or lesser extent.
There was once a joke that perfectly illustrates the relationship between the emperor's descendants.
Q: How would you describe the Primarch in one sentence?
Answer: 80% of the Primarchs believe themselves to be stronger than another 80% of the Primarchs, while the remaining 20% believe themselves to be stronger than all the Primarchs.
Yes, you read that right.
Almost every Primarch thinks that he is the best, or at least should be ranked among the top few.
This self-righteous arrogance led to very poor relationships between them and a very strong sense of competition.
The Horus Heresy was a concentrated outbreak after contradictions accumulated to a certain extent.
After all, there is a lot of suspicion, distrust and fighting within both the loyalists and the rebels.
"In that case, I look forward to your presenting a precious gift to the great and loving Father."
After saying this, Ku'gath turned around and twisted his fat body towards the Nurgle cauldron in the distance that was constantly releasing the Warp plague.
Although he had successfully brewed a plague powerful enough to kill the Primarch, that did not mean the job was done.
Just the opposite!
The next decisive battle with the Human Empire is the key.
To do this, the power of the Warp must continue to dominate the planet and summon more demons.
As for Mortarion, he ordered his Death Guard Legion to deploy heavy troops at the location of the void shield, intending to fight a decisive battle with Robert Guilliman who was airdropped to the surface of the planet.
But what the Demon Primarch, who thought he had won, didn't know was that this was actually a mantis stalking a cicada, while the oriole was behind.
He saw himself as the hunter and Roboute Guilliman as the prey.
Little did he know that in the eyes of the Human Emperor and Zuo Si, he and Nurgle behind him had also become prey.
Just like that, a war that had been brewing for a long time on both sides finally broke out.
In areas not covered by the void shield, the frenzied orbital bombardment directly and completely changed the terrain and topography of large areas.
The mushroom clouds caused by the explosion of nuclear warheads appeared one after another.
Those who have not experienced interstellar war will never be able to imagine the horrific scene of world destruction.
When a large area was cleared, the imperial army immediately poured into the area where the void shield was located and fought with the Nurgle demon army that had been waiting for a long time.
You have to know that this is not a frontal battle line of "just" a few hundred kilometers to one or two thousand kilometers, but a battlefield on a planet much larger than the Earth with three continents equivalent to thirty times the total land area of the Earth.
The super-giant Titan mecha with open void shields, the slightly smaller Knight mechas, and the densely packed tanks, armored vehicles, and mobile turrets that stretched as far as the eye could see were arranged in echelons and madly poured firepower on the enemy.
There are also countless groups of bombers, fighters and transport planes in the sky.
There were so many Astartes, Battle Sisters, Skitarii, and Astra Militarum soldiers in power armor that there was no end in sight.
Especially the sound made by the grenade launcher when firing, which is so dense that it can shock people's ears and cause temporary hearing loss.
If it is found that the long-range weapons are blocked by the deflection force field generator, it will take a few seconds for both sides to give up long-range attacks and start the bloodiest, cruelest and most will-destroying close combat.
Accompanied by the roar of machinery and deafening explosions, the situation quickly turned into a stalemate.
Tens of thousands of human soldiers died every second.
However, before they died, they were injected with the Extremis virus and also took away a large number of Nurgle demon troops.
The remaining corpses and flesh even piled up into a huge, rolling mountain range within an hour after the battle began.
The blood gathered together and formed lakes around.
Life seemed so fragile and cheap at this moment that even the officers in the human empire were too lazy to count how many soldiers had died.
Because even they don't know how long they can live, a few minutes or just a few seconds.
But all this has nothing to do with Robert Guilliman.
Because he had led a small number of elite troops on a transport plane across the meat grinder-like battlefield and headed straight to the location of the void shield generator.
If it could be destroyed or shut down, a fleet stationed in orbit around a planet in outer space could put an end to it all.
It has to be said that Mortarion's evaluation of Robert Guilliman was quite accurate and to the point.
Although this Imperial Regent always appears polite, wise, calm and collected in front of outsiders, he is actually an out-and-out berserker at heart. Whenever he encounters a powerful enemy or primarch brother, he will be the first to rush forward and no one can stop him.
Although most of the time the result of rushing forward is to be carried back sideways.
But the recklessness in his bones has been fully demonstrated.
But this time he was obviously well prepared. Not only was he accompanied by a team of imperial guards, but also a large number of Sisters of Silence. His purpose was to suppress the evil magic of the subspace that his opponent might use.
It turns out that being well prepared is always a wise choice.
As they had just approached the void shield generator, the Death Guard Legion hidden there immediately appeared and launched an attack.
Even though their bodies were swollen, twisted, and emitting a pungent stench, their ten thousand years of combat experience were real.
Coupled with the advantage of terrain, the Extreme Warriors group following the Father of Genes suffered huge losses in one go.
Just a moment of fire coverage caused more than two hundred Astartes to fall to the ground, and many more suffered serious injuries and damage to their power mechas.
"Damn it! We've been ambushed! This is a trap!"
The hero Felix shouted loudly while directing others to build a defensive position.
However, everyone had obviously anticipated such a situation, so after a brief period of confusion, they quickly began to fight back with the protection of shields, force field generators and other devices.
Robert Guilliman rushed forward and brandished the giant sword in his hand, killing dozens of Death Guards like cutting melons and vegetables.
The latter's ceramic steel power armor was like paper and could not withstand the terrifying power of the Emperor's Sword.
You must know that any demon killed by this sword is truly dead, it is not as simple as being exiled back to the warp.
Only the most powerful demons can barely resist being killed by it.
Obviously, these Chaos Astartes were not among them.
Seeing the great power of the Primarch, the father of genes, the morale of the Blue Sons immediately rose and they launched an assault right after him, tearing a hole in the encirclement set up by the Death Guard.
Just when they thought they had successfully entered the void shield generator, they suddenly saw a monster with huge wings slowly walking out of the darkness and greeted them in a slightly smug tone: "Long time no see, Guilliman, you are still as stupid as before, stepping in even though you knew it might be a trap."
"Motarion!"
The Imperial Regent subconsciously clenched the weapon in his hand, his eyes revealing strong hostility and disgust.
Because he knew that the other party led the Nurgle army to actively attack the five hundred worlds of Ultramar in order to attract him.
However, Mortarion messed up the first time, and before his brothers could arrive, he was exiled by the human emperor with the help of the living saint Celestine.
Robert Guilliman knew all about this matter.
"Look at how pathetic you are! I never thought that after ten thousand years, you are still working for that false emperor who has always treated us as tools.
Open your eyes and take a good look at what the empire has become today.
Since the birth of the human race, no regime has ever been comparable to it in terms of evil, cruelty, darkness and ruthlessness.
But what about you? Far from having any intention of overthrowing it, you are actually helping the false emperor maintain it.
Is this what you call a hopeful and bright future?"
Mortarion swung his scythe and taunted as best he could.
"Shut up, traitor.
If you hadn't started the rebellion, how could my father have sat motionless on the Golden Throne for thousands of years, watching his empire fall into darkness due to internal and external troubles? If you hadn't invaded, how could so many people have died?
You traitors are the cause of all this."
Roboute Guilliman shouted back.
Upon hearing these accusations, Mortarion immediately laughed out loud with a mixture of contempt and disdain: "Hahahaha! This is truly the funniest joke I have heard in the past ten thousand years.
Are we the culprits? Who allowed slavery and feudal serfdom to remain? Who banned the study of psychic powers within the Empire while secretly using the power of the Warp? Who treated all the Primarchs and Astartes warriors as tools and was ready to abandon them after they were used?
Are we the ones who started the rebellion?
No, no, it’s the fake emperor whom we once called father.
He had repeatedly emphasized that he was not a god, but in the end he became the person closest to a god.
Don’t you think that’s ironic?”
This time, Robert Guilliman did not continue to waste time talking to the opponent. He rushed forward and engaged in close combat with Mortarion.
Since both of them are primarchs, their movements are so fast that they are almost impossible to capture with the naked eye.
The explosion caused by the collision of weapons formed a terrifying shock wave in a large area around it.
An extreme warrior who rushed forward to help his genetic father flew sideways for dozens of meters on the spot, with an expression of extreme horror on his face under the helmet.
Because although he knew that there was an insurmountable gap between the Primarch and the Astartes, he never expected that the gap in strength would be so great.
The movement and attack speeds of both sides during the battle reached more than ten times the speed of sound.
Ordinary people would be thrown away by the huge shock wave and air waves if they even get a little close.
But it’s no wonder.
When Robert Guilliman just woke up, he defeated an enemy 2,500 meters away in less than a second.
Especially the Daemon Primarch Mortarion, who wielded his giant scythe even faster than him.
After just a few rounds, the latter was forced to change from the offensive to the defensive.
"My dear brother, what happened to you? Did you forget how to swing a sword after sleeping for ten thousand years? Oh, I almost forgot that your strength was like this ten thousand years ago.
Do you think you can defeat me with the sword of the false emperor?
Don't be naive!
You were no match for me before I was blessed by Nurgle, and now I am even more powerful than before."
While attacking frantically, Mortarion laughed at his brother for overestimating his own abilities.
Although Robert Guilliman's combat power was not the worst among all the Primarchs, it could only be ranked in the middle, and he had a very fatal flaw, which was his extremely low resistance to the psychic energy of the Warp.
In several duels, he was defeated by psychic spells without exception.
So after taking the initiative, Mortarion immediately began to use psychic spells to try to take it down.
As a result, the spell was only half cast when a Sister of Silence rushed in and cut off the connection with the subspace.
In extreme rage, he immediately chopped Sister Silence in half with his sickle, and blood and intestines immediately flowed all over the ground.
Just as Mortarion was about to continue casting psychic spells, a second Sister of Silence jumped in.
With this fearless spirit, thirty consecutive Sisters of Silence sacrificed their precious lives to ensure that Robouti Guilliman was not defeated by psychic spells like in previous times.
Seeing this situation, Mortarion simply gave up spells and began to devote all his energy to close combat.
The battle between the two Primarchs destroyed nearly everything within kilometers around them.
…
At the same time, inside the Glory of Macragge in outer space orbit, an uninvited guest had just knocked out several guards and sisters of silence, and opened the tightly closed hatch.
You don't need to ask to know that the only person who could appear in such a place at such a time is Zuo Si.
When he saw the little girl curled up in the corner, he immediately greeted her with a smile: "Hello, respected Lord of Humanity, my name is Soth, nice to meet you."
moment!
The girl raised her head and began to emit a dazzling golden light. Her whole body floated off the ground and a majestic voice came out of her mouth.
“I’m glad to meet you too, an intruder from another time and space.
But you arrived much later than expected.
If nothing unexpected happens, the battle between Mortarion and Guilliman has already begun, right?"
"Yes, the fight has already begun. Judging from Guilliman's stable performance, he will soon fall to the ground and be infected by the plague, so we don't have much time left."
Zuo Si gave a very straightforward affirmative answer.
It is not difficult to tell from the tone and attitude that the person possessing the little girl at this moment is none other than the emperor sitting on the golden throne.
The reason why he did not reveal his identity in front of Robert Guilliman was mainly because the girl's body was too fragile and could not withstand such powerful psychic energy.
Once overused, it will quickly collapse and die.
Moreover, Zuo Si seriously suspected that this was not just the death of the body, but that the soul was also wiped out.
After all, the prerequisite for carrying the will of the human emperor is a pure soul.
This means that the girl's soul is most likely a consumable and fuel like those psykers sent to the Astronomican.
"In that case, let's get going quickly. You know this child won't last long."
As the emperor said this, there was a hint of sadness and pity in his tone.
"As you wish."
Zuo Si took two steps forward and picked up the emperor who was possessed by the little loli. Then he activated a psychic spell and instantly teleported from the cabin to the air only two kilometers above the ground.
From here you can clearly see that the battle between the two primarchs has reached a fever pitch. All around you can see densely packed deep pits, as if they had been bombarded by heavy artillery and missiles.
There is no doubt that this is the ultimate weapon of war created by the emperor himself.
This is also why battles between primarchs rarely allow others to get close, and the outcome is basically decided one-on-one.
It's not that they don't want their genetic offspring to help, but if they get close, they might be turned into pieces before they can react.
After taking a quick look at the battlefield, Zuo Si commented with interest: "It seems that Guilliman is still rejecting his own nature in the Warp. Once the last two Sisters of Silence are dead, he will probably be knocked down by psychic spells and become Mortarion's prisoner in a matter of minutes."
"Why do you think Guilliman has always refused to accept his own Warp nature?" the Emperor of Mankind asked in a low voice.
Just by maintaining this communicative state, obvious burn marks began to appear on the girl's body.
"Because you didn't teach him properly.
In other words, most of the Primarchs did not receive correct instruction and guidance.
Because you have never been a qualified father, more like a cold-blooded and ruthless king.
Since you treated the Primarchs as tools and did not give them enough affection and care, they naturally would not regard you as a real father.
In Guilliman's eyes, his real father is Connor Guilliman, who raised him and taught him the ways of life.
The reason he is willing to follow you is simply because he believes that the imperial truth you propose is the only way to lead mankind to a bright future.
To put it bluntly, it is motivated by a political purpose rather than emotion.
In addition, the Warp is closely associated with demons, chaos, the Horus Heresy, and the dark fortieth millennium, causing Guilliman to subconsciously hate and reject it.
I think even if you use the war apostle Mathieu to stimulate others, it will be difficult to get a satisfactory result. "
Zuo Si bluntly pointed out a series of mistakes the emperor made in treating the primarch.
After all, feelings are mutual and require positive feedback to maintain.
But most Primarchs were met with indifference and disregard when they expressed their feelings to the Emperor.
Add to that the fierce internal conflicts and disagreements, and it would be strange if this wasn't a story of loving father and filial piety.
"So you think this is all my fault?"
The Emperor looked at Guilliman who was knocked to the ground by psychic magic with a very sad expression.
Zuo Si shook his head gently: "No, you only need to take part of the responsibility.
Another part was caused by the Chaos Gods of the Warp and the arrogant and conceited character of the rebellious primarchs.
After all, they were stolen from the Terra Palace and thrown into various corners of the galaxy. They grew up in completely different environments, which led to different worldviews and values.
This conflict of concepts and ideas is almost irreconcilable.
In addition, you are busy building a subspace webway project, so naturally you don't have much time and energy to maintain relationships with so many offspring.
Most importantly, you failed to treat all the Primarchs fairly and impartially, giving Horus too much trust and favoritism.
This is precisely the most fatal thing.
Ah, look, Guilliman is dying.
It is truly a divine plague, even the Primarch couldn't bear it."
Following the direction of Zuo Si's gaze, Robert Guilliman's skin and blood vessels began to turn black rapidly, and large areas of the infected area showed signs of peeling and rotting.
You have to know that the Primarch is not an Astartes. His physical fitness alone makes him immune to 99% of the toxic substances in the world.
Things that would be fatal to ordinary people would be fine even if they drank them directly.
But now, under the influence of the plague, Robert Guilliman fell into endless pain and struggle, and it seemed that he might suddenly die at any time...
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