Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 323 312. Guilliman, forgotten on the edge
Guilliman sat quietly in his office. All the personnel of the Perfect City had been handed over to the Word Bearers. These mortals who had temporarily lived in the harbor of the Ultramarines ship would be taken to their new homes by the Word Bearers.

On the wall opposite Guilliman's desk, the double-headed eagle with a cold light hung high and stared blankly at the Primarch.

He...he wanted to see Lorgar, this was an emotional, irrational need.

But Guilliman slowly recalled the moment when he gave the order, and remembered the innocent mortals who were taught that from birth, they didn't know what they were wrong-and now they take it for granted. Survivors are punished every day, and their homes are burning.

Guilliman recalled the desperate and pleading screams of the Word Bearers from previous communications.

He was just one step away from fratricide, but this was indirect, ordered... This was not...

He suddenly thought of Ruth, the executioner of the empire, when the wolf king raised his giant axe, what was he thinking?

It turned out that this was what Russ had faced - no, he was a thousand times more painful than Guilliman.

Guilliman may understand the Emperor and what the Empire does. He knows that sometimes there will always be some situations in a country and someone needs to correct them. This is necessary and necessary, but from a perceptual point of view... No, he cannot accept it. .

Perhaps at some point in the Perfect City, Guilliman had given up on the battle for the position of Warmaster. With his armor covered in the ashes of the Perfect City, he could no longer be as glorious as before. He felt that he had done something wrong.

Guilliman let his thoughts wander. He remembered Malcador looking at him with a worried expression when the Emperor was heading to the Perfect City—was it his show, or this wily politician? An accidental revelation of true feelings?

The old man sighed,
"You're always thinking too much, Guilliman, you're too empathetic, you're too emotional — and that's not a bad thing, but you need restraint."

Guilliman does not think this evaluation is objective and rational, emotional?No, emotion is the first factor that needs to be taken out of the decision.

As for empathy, if a king cannot truly understand the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of his people, then he is not a qualified king.

Guilliman thought of his adoptive father, King Connor.

Maybe he was being serious, or maybe he just didn't want to focus his thoughts on the Perfect City. Guilliman discussed with Malcador, but neither of them convinced the other in the end.

……

"Guilliman always prides himself on being rational. He rigorously lists data and cases to refute me, but in fact, he cannot quantify his inner emotions. Guilliman will never be able to digitize his inner emotions. ——The methods he has always relied on to survive are not applicable to the soil of his heart."

Malcador took a slow sip of tea. Hades opposite him had no choice but to hold his chin and chat with the old man without saying a word because he had no food.

Hades looked at Malcador casually, and said,
"Hmm... Let me think about it, you won't be talking to him about how to manage emotions, and then he will talk to you about data and reality."

Although he didn't want to admit Hades, Malcador nodded heavily,

"He's very idealistic, and I think that's Guilliman's emotion, the effect of high empathy on him - but other than that, the way he deals with his inner emotions is highly dependent on his old... habit."

Hardy paused,

"Makado, you are thinking very carefully, but I want to ask - will the Emperor really realize this? Or to put it another way, he will... he will use your comments to persuade Guilliman. ?"

Malcador shook his head heavily, and Hades immediately became energetic and slapped the armrest of the sofa.

"You cheat, old horse, then I won't let the phalanx refer to the emperor. It's useless for him to go."

Malcador looked gloomy,
"Hades, first of all, I am not called an old horse, and secondly, the effect of his persuasion is far better than all of us."

The old man helplessly looked at Hades with a strange expression of disgust - as if after realizing that he was still useful and that the Emperor and Malcador were not serious people, Hades began to slowly and gradually test their bottom line. .

But this trick did work, and Malcador sadly found that he had indeed lowered Hades' bottom line a lot.

"I don't believe it, Malcador."

Malcador fell silent. He sorted out his words and spoke again,
"He is not ignorant, on the contrary, he has seen more than we have seen, Hades, the language is not necessarily reliable, and the performance of the moment is not necessarily reliable, too many betrayals happen after the vows, people are not always the same , if they change, then no matter how much words have been said before, they will be just empty words."

Hades looked thoughtful, and Malcador hoped that he really listened to it, rather than thinking about asking the servitor to bring in a few more plates of snacks—God knows why he would choose these two options at the same time one day. Foolishly put together!
Malcador took another sip of tea and continued to speak,
"When we look at a person, we will observe his expression, posture, and speech. And he is observing the past of this person, the projection in the subspace, the possible future, and what he should do to make the subspace The waves of space reached the direction he expected."

"so,"

Malcador paused,

"He is not what you think, Hades. Don't look at him from an ordinary person's perspective. His wisdom is far beyond that of others."

Hades turned his sluggish eyes, then refocused on Malcador,

"Well, from the perspective of ordinary people, what would the Emperor say to Guilliman?"

Malcador was stuck, and finally, the old man said slowly,

"I cannot read my lord's thoughts... but I imagine that he will... command Guilliman to remain strong and loyal."

Hades on the opposite side of him once again showed a finished expression.

……

"You're doing the right thing, my boy, without questioning your heart."

The Emperor sat casually on the side chair next to Guilliman's desk. Although the position was not in the center of the room, the presence of the Emperor made the single sofa chair the centerpiece of the room.

The sudden arrival of the Emperor caught Guilliman by surprise. His biological father was always mysterious and inaccessible. He would always leave after leaving orders, as if there were always more important things waiting for him-even though the fact was that That's right.

...And... a small corner of Guilliman's heart whispered, compared to the Luna Wolf, compared to the Emperor's Children, compared to the Imperial Fist, the Emperor's mind is obviously not very focused on the No. 13 heir body.

Although Guilliman is also enjoying himself in his five hundred countries, Guilliman puts his mind into the limit country. He is not one of those Primarchs who like to claim credit in front of the emperor. For Guilliman, perhaps A lush five hundred world is his best treasure.

Guilliman was silent, choosing his words carefully, even if he would offend,

[My Lord, forgive me, but if possible, I would like to be allowed to know the mistakes of Lorgar and the Word Bearers, or what you said to Lorgar in the Perfect City—even if you need to undergo amnestic surgery afterwards. 】

He needs to know why, he needs to know what kind of fault can offset the sin of destroying a civilization.

The Emperor looked at him, frowning slightly, Guilliman thumped in his heart, and just before he opened his mouth to make amends for his words, the Emperor spoke,

"I thought you were not on good terms with Lorgar, Guilliman."

The unexpected answer struck a chord deep in Guilliman's soul.
[I... really can't agree with his religion. Religion represents ignorance. People don't choose to stand, but rely on some kind of illusory existence for their own existence. If a civilization needs to progress, it first needs to get rid of the dependence on other things. Thought……】

[...But I think Luojia just mistakenly took you as his idol and deified you to a certain extent. The planet he landed on restricted his thinking and made him mistake your worship for religion. Your... way of handling it misunderstood him. 】

【Although I don’t have a good relationship with him, from my personal perspective, from the perspective of being your heir and brother to each other... I still feel... a certain amount of sadness for him going through this incident. 】

Guilliman took a deep breath, and he suddenly realized that he had said it all. His real father, the Emperor, had always had a magical power. In the face of the existence of others, Guilliman always felt that he was still a child, a child who had made mistakes and stood in the corner in fear.

The Emperor looked at him with calm eyes,

"I am relieved that you still worry about your brother, Guilliman, even if you disagree politically."

Then the Emperor fell silent, and a stifling silence fell over the room again.

The Emperor sighed softly, which was particularly noticeable in the quiet room.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, Guilliman clearly saw the tiredness in his eyes,

"I was reluctant to discuss this with you, but Guilliman, you have shown me your glory."

"As a warning, the perfect city must be burned."

The emperor said lightly,

"The Word Bearers' faith is poisoned. It's corrupting Lorgar and his heir. I need to save him."

Guilliman paused...for a long while, he spoke carefully again,
【You mean... some of the Word Bearers did not believe in what Lorgar created... but... some other...】

"A more profane existence."

The Emperor took Guilliman's words casually,

"Guilliman, you may know that before Lorgar launched the Unification War on his home planet, the belief on that planet was a cult and believed in witchcraft."

"Relying on his self-awareness as the Primarch, Lorgar avoided the fate of being eroded by the cult on the home planet, and successfully overthrew the cult on the planet, and established a religion centered on me, even though I myself did not want to see at this point."

The Emperor said nothing, he looked at Guilliman, and that was enough for Guilliman to piece together the truth.

Guilliman was thinking crazily in his head. It was more difficult for him to accept than the Word Bearers' religion was that the center of that religion was some kind of evil existence. If they believed in the Emperor, then Guilliman could still understand, but they don't even believe in--

No, it is difficult to believe in the Emperor... Guilliman only feels that both sides are enough to make him sick and difficult to accept!
【Father, what happened to Lorgar and his army now? 】

Guilliman spoke first, and in a split second he realized he was being disrespectful, but the Emperor didn't seem to mind his change of address, or rather, Guilliman was allowed to call the Emperor Father.

The Emperor shook his head slightly, but he still looked at Guilliman calmly and confidently.
"It's very bad. I pointed out and punished his mistake."

Guilliman couldn't imagine that if he had seen the ruins of Macragge, and he had judged everything wrong...

He couldn't imagine Luo Jia's current state, it was too cruel, too... unhuman.

Guilliman looked back at the Emperor.

【...Only from my own point of view, as Lorgar's brother, I am very worried about him. Can he and his legion stand up again after this setback? 】

Unexpectedly by Guilliman, the Emperor stood up, ready to leave, with a faint smile on his lips,
"He will. He is my heir, Guilliman."

The emperor paused,
"But he really hasn't reached your level yet, and he needs some encouragement and support—"

"So I temporarily allowed his previous opinion of me."

The Emperor's figure disappeared behind the door, but his last words still echoed in Guilliman's ears,

"Robert Guilliman, I am glad to see your realization that civilization needs to progress, and I have devoted my life to this."

Guilliman stood up suddenly after a brief moment, and the things on his desk shook with him.

He looked towards the door. The Emperor's figure seemed to still be there, and his brain was dizzy and dazed - his point of view was confirmed by the Emperor, which was... this was unimaginable.

Full of plans, the Emperor didn't even stay in Guilliman's office for half an hour.

It would never occur to Guilliman, nor would he ever know, that the Emperor, who spoke the words that made his heart leap, had come to him because of a failed attempt.

Hades sneezed suddenly in the reception room. He rubbed his nose and looked at Malcador, who looked disgusted with him.

"Someone is definitely cursing me, Malcador. I bet it's Neos. He must have finished chatting with Guilliman, but the chat failed miserably."

"No, Hades, I never fail."

The Emperor suddenly appeared behind Hades, still confident and smiling confidently,
Frightened by the sudden appearance of the emperor, Hades almost spilled the tea in his hand, he quickly grabbed his own tea, and retorted,

"Then who failed in the attempt just now, Neos?"

The smile on the corner of the emperor's mouth did not move down at all, he naturally sat back to his previous position,
"That was my plan, Hades."

Hades let out a loud exclamation,

"So,"

Hades said aloud,
"I suppose your conversation with Guilliman must have gone well, eh, Neos?"

"nature."

The Emperor took a slow sip of tea, indifferent to Hades's provocation.

"Because I am the Emperor."

　4k!None today!By the way, the previous double update was also 4k!
　　I'm going to take a day off tomorrow. I have to catch the train.

　　Remember to remember to owe more, 11 more.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)