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Frankly speaking, Guilliman himself has been thinking about this question, but he hasn't figured out the answer yet.

He could stay in Macragge as a lord, and with his knowledge of the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar, he would soon be able to restore the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar to its past glory.

By then, with the support of five hundred prosperous planets, the Ultramarines Legion will rapidly expand into a powerful force that cannot be ignored.

As long as he doesn't go out to muddy the waters and sticks to Macragge, it won't be difficult to ensure the prosperity of the five hundred worlds of Ultramar.

I believe that the Chaos Army will not have brain cramps and go to Ultramar to fight with a resurrected Primarch. They will also have to face a complete ultimate army with the continuous blood transfusion of the five hundred worlds of Ultramar.

Although the Emperor sent the Living Saint to invite him back to rule the Empire, the Emperor could not come to Macragge, and no one could do anything to him if he did not return.

But if he returns to Terra

Guilliman felt suffocated just thinking about handling Terra's political affairs.

"Guilliman, are you loyal?" the Ultramarine said slowly, "Look inside your own heart."

Guilliman's eyelids twitched.

Is it loyal?

Before the Horus Heresy, no one would ask a Primarch if he was loyal, but after the Horus Heresy, loyalty overnight became the most important quality for all mankind.

A person can have no merits, but he can never be disloyal.

"I am loyal to the Emperor," Guilliman said firmly.

Why did he sleep in the stasis field for ten thousand years?

Who could be more loyal than him?

But

A look of confusion flashed across Guilliman's eyes.

Is the Emperor still the Emperor?

To answer this question, he had to go to Terra, but once there he couldn't help himself.

Guilliman couldn't help but have a headache.

"Your loyalty is trustworthy, so I have a more important task for you." The Ultramarine slowly took off his helmet, revealing a face that shocked Guilliman.

It's the emperor!

"Father?!" Guilliman was dumbfounded.

He felt that the nagging Ultraman was probably sent by the Emperor, so he gave the Ultraman special treatment and answered the Ultramarine's questions.

As a result, this Ultramarine actually had a face exactly like the Emperor's under his mask.

How is this going?

Can't the Emperor leave Terra?

Has everyone been deceived?

At this moment, Guilliman felt incredible.

The Emperor raised his head and glanced at the ceiling. The next second, pure space enveloped the entire Macragge.

Like a lighthouse rising from the bottom of the sea, the chaotic warp was pushed away into the distance, leaving Macragge a pure land without warp.

In the following time, their conversation will not cause echoes in the subspace, and may only be leaked through the mouths of the two of them.

"I come from ten thousand years ago in parallel time and space, and am the father of another Guilliman." The Emperor said calmly, "There, we consolidated the results of the Great Crusade, prevented the Horus Heresy, and initially isolated It has protected human beings and subspace, and achieved countermeasures against chaos to a certain extent.”

"Parallel time and space?" Guilliman was stunned.

As a primarch with a high level of science, Guilliman is able to understand the concepts of parallel time and space and multiverses.

He studied the Emperor carefully.

This is the Emperor himself, without a doubt, for his temperament cannot be imitated. Furthermore, the Emperor already possesses some of the qualities of a Warp god, and even calling out the Emperor's name would cause the Emperor himself to notice, let alone pretending to be the Emperor in front of a Primarch.

Do you know how to write the word "death"?

"Then what should I call you?" Guilliman asked, surprised and delighted.

To be able to meet the Emperor from ten thousand years ago after ten thousand years is simply a miracle among miracles, even if it is an Emperor from a parallel time and space.

The emperor said calmly: "It's up to you."

He did not derive any pleasure from being called father by the primarchs. In his own universe, he only "allowed" the primarchs to call him father, rather than requiring them to call him father.

As long as the Primarchs acted according to his will, it didn't matter to him if they called him an old man, a bastard, or that man.

"Then I will call you father." Guilliman paused and added, "When there are only two of us."

No wonder the emperor in front of him felt very familiar to him. Wasn't the emperor ten thousand years ago the same emperor before he fell asleep?

For him, it was a good thing to have another emperor as his father.

The Emperor in his time and space had failed and was trapped in Terra and was struggling, but the Emperor in front of him was still able to move freely. If he hugged his thighs tightly, he might really be able to make a bright future in this chaotic era!

How did the Emperor make his fortune in the first place?

Isn't it just one person at the start and a Malcador outside?

No matter how bad the empire is now, it is still a huge force on a galactic scale. As long as the emperor steps forward to rectify the empire, the situation of the empire will immediately change drastically.

Thinking of this, Guilliman's heart became hot.

He suddenly felt that rebuilding the country was not hopelessly difficult. If the emperor in front of him was ready to take action, the whole thing might go smoothly.

After all, the emperor is invincible when the four evil gods cannot come directly to the real space.

"I have a vital mission to entrust you." The Emperor stared into Guilliman's eyes and said word by word, "I cannot reveal the content of the mission to you until you agree. If you refuse, I will also delete your memory of meeting me.”

Guilliman's eyebrows slowly furrowed.

The Emperor's tone was very serious, which made him realize that the task the Emperor was about to entrust to him must be a mission of great significance.

"I agree," Guilliman said without hesitation.

He was never a timid person.

The Empire State Building is about to collapse, and the emperor from ten thousand years ago miraculously stands in front of him. What reason does he have to back down?

"I need you to become a god," the Emperor said slowly.

Guilliman was stunned for a moment.

"What should I do?" He looked confused.

He is good at many things, including doing politics, boosting the economy, promoting culture, fighting aliens, leading troops to serve the king, and beating up traitor brothers.

Becoming a god is not his main direction!

This matter should be left to Luojia or Magnus who did not rebel.

"Do you know how I created the Primarch?" asked the Emperor.

Guilliman was stunned.

No one knows how they were created by the Emperor, a secret known only to the Emperor himself.

The Emperor spoke slowly: "Before the Great Crusade, I realized that I needed help."

Guilliman's face immediately showed interest as he realized that the Emperor was about to reveal this secret to him.

"So I took a trip to subspace." (End of chapter)