Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 540 Guilliman: You bastard, come and tell the truth offline if you have the guts!

"Where did this ignorant person come from?!"

Guilliman has been promoting the various reform measures proposed by the Savior in the light side territories of the Empire, and needs to participate in various celebrations and ceremonies.

Received audiences from many imperial administrators.

So he always maintained a good mood.

This was the angriest Guilliman had been in recent years, and he even lost his temper.

The anonymous commentator on the psychic network forum actually said that the "Codex Astartes" he had carefully written was a waste of paper and had no need for it to exist at all.

The writing is so sharp.

Guilliman took a deep breath and, also using the anonymous account "Blue Giant", angrily denounced the unknown guy nicknamed "Roman Prodigal Son".

Of course, his choice of words was not that intense and maintained a certain degree of civility.

They just said openly or secretly that the other party was just trying to attract attention, and the content of the article was not worth mentioning at all, it was just the nonsense of ignorant people.

Afterwards, Guilliman calmed down and told the other party that in view of the situation of the Empire at that time, disbanding the Legion and promoting the Astartes Codex was the safest option.

This is the only way to avoid the same betrayal from happening again.

The existence of the Codex was necessary, but unfortunately due to the slumber of the Ultimate Primarch and Imperial Legend, there was no subsequent optimization and adjustment.

This had some impact on the empire.

But that was not the fault of the Ultimate Primarchs.

After Guilliman finished posting these messages, he laughed at himself: "Why did I tell that guy all this? It seems like I care about this matter a little bit."

The guy named "Roman Prodigal Son" in the Lingwang forum is obviously a scholar, administrator or nobleman in the upper echelons of the empire.

Although there is some knowledge or wisdom.

However, the other party had not experienced the turbulent situation during the Horus Heresy, and only through the few words recorded in the forbidden books, they had no way of feeling the difficulty of the situation at that time.

This will inevitably lead to cognitive distortion.

Over the years, high-ranking scholars, inquisitors, or administrators of the Empire would occasionally discuss the situation in the Empire after the Horus Heresy, and would often put forward different political views and ideas.

These are allowed to a certain extent.

As for those overly strict ideological constraints, they are often aimed at ordinary people in the empire.

Because they are more susceptible to corrosion.

Of course, such discussions occasionally lead to fierce arguments and ideological struggles.

But these usually remain at the level of discussion and do not touch upon anything overly taboo.

However, if the speech is too radical, the relevant persons may be given a warning or even punished by the court.

But generally the punishment will not be severe.

After all, the high-level beings of the empire all have their own territories and armies. As long as they do not betray the empire, slight differences in political views are within the scope allowed by the empire.

What's more, the various departments of the empire and even the Inquisition have different internal concepts and support different political views.

Including the different understandings of the emperor.

Unless these guys have caused war and unrest because of their different political views, they must be tried.

Now that the Savior has provided a better spiritual network platform, naturally someone will make relevant comments on it.

As long as it does not involve heresy and betrayal, it will generally be retained.

In particular, the remarks of some senior scholars of the empire will trigger more academic discussions, and relevant departments will also try to analyze and study certain valuable content.

Or invite relevant scholars to participate in the implementation.

There is no way. The territory of the empire is too vast and the conditions in different regions are different. Before the true unification comes, it can only be ruled within a large framework.

Then arrange for the archons to implement different policies in the local galaxy or planet in a targeted manner according to local conditions.

What's more, this is the first time that the Savior and the Human Empire have implemented such a large-scale reform, which is equivalent to crossing the river by feeling the stones.

He needs more wisdom from high-level scholars, more political views and ideas, analysis of different regions, and review of historical gains and losses.

So as not to repeat the same mistakes.

Then take more time to adjust the empire's system and finally reach consensus.

As an excellent ruler and politician, Guilliman naturally understood his brother's thoughts.

So after his refutation, he decided to stop paying attention to this matter.

Anyway, the content on this forum will not flow to the outside world and cause too much impact.

As for criticism and abuse, he has experienced a lot over the years.

Even among the original brothers, there were many quarrels due to differences in political views and ideas.

Especially with that Ryan guy.

However, just as Guilliman calmed down and was about to close the data board, a crisp prompt sound rang out.

He looked down and saw that the guy "Roman Prodigal Son" came online to reply and @ed him.

Roman Prodigal Son:

Optimized or not, the emergence of the Codex Astartes was a complete mistake.

It would undoubtedly be a failure to disintegrate the Empire's loyal legions because of excessive fear.

The Empire should not doubt and fear loyal warriors, and humans should not be so timid.

Moreover, the unfinished Codex Astartes not only disintegrated the Empire's remaining loyal legions, but also restricted the combat effectiveness of the Empire's genetically modified warriors for a long time.

That's not waste paper at all, it's toilet paper.

Perhaps, that Ultimate Primarch should reflect on himself! (“You are a loser” symbol)
At the same time, the Roman Prodigal Son also pointed out some shortcomings of the Ultimate Primarch, such as not being decisive enough, not being able to seize opportunities well, seriously delaying combat opportunities, etc.

Such direct and sharp criticism hit the Ultimate Primarch hard.

"How arrogant!"

Guilliman's calmed emotions erupted and his red face heated up.

His fingers slammed rapidly on the data pad, typing out a long paragraph that analyzed and explained why the Ultimate Primarch did what he did, as well as the subsequent force majeure accidents.

In short, in the form of a thesis, it logically and logically demonstrates the importance of the Codex Astartes and the reorganization of the legions by the Ultimate Primarchs.

Beside him, the aide-de-camp Felix didn't dare to breathe, he realized that the Primarch had lost his temper.

This is a rare situation.

In fact, Guilliman would only behave in such an inappropriate manner when he was arguing with Primarchs such as Lion or Fulgrim.

But the Roman prodigal son was really aggressive.

After Guilliman wrote the article very seriously and put a lot of energy into it, he checked it again carefully before posting it to the comment section.

This is the best rebuttal to the "Prodigal Son of Rome" remarks, and no one can find fault with it.

However, this article received two dislikes as soon as it was published.

The Roman Prodigal Son replied immediately: It’s too long, I won’t read it, just a bunch of excuses (the cute emoticon of the mechanical goddess “If you’re not good at it, practice more”).

"hateful……"

Guilliman almost choked on the response.

He realized that the other party was not trying to reason with him, and finally couldn't help but mock him on the forum.

Big Blue:

Do you understand what war is and what empire is?
At this time, a new anonymous user replied to Guilliman.

Eagle Loves Racing:
Brother, calm down. I can prove that the author of this thread knows more about war and empire than you do.

It is a fact that the Codex Astartes has become toilet paper, so there is no need for you to be stubborn.

Roman Prodigal Son:

Yes, I do know more about war and empire than @BigBlue, no one knows more than me.

???

Guilliman almost laughed when he saw the two guys' replies.

He couldn't imagine that there was anyone in the current empire who was better at war and understood the operation of the empire better than himself.

Even Brother Ron is far inferior to me in this regard.

That brother is better at running the economy, building planets and selecting talents.

Guilliman decided to end the dispute.

He shook his head and posted something new on the forum.

Big Blue:

Your remarks are not worth refuting at all. I am Robouti Guilliman, Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar and the Ultimate Primarch.

Perhaps this fact will put an end to the meaningless disputes between us.

Roman Prodigal Son:

So what, and... I'm your father.

Big Blue:

Asshole, I hope you have the brains to understand what rebellious words you are saying!
Eagle Loves Racing:
@Big Blue (three thumbs up)

Guilliman was completely enraged by that guy and had a hearty verbal battle with him.

Big Blue:

On the most backward agricultural planet in the Five Hundred Worlds, the conclusions drawn by farmers using their toes are more strategically valuable than yours. They know that manure cannot be poured on promethium crops, but you are trying to make nonsense with your green-skinned brain.

Roman Prodigal Son: I am your father.

Big Blue:

... (a long paragraph of venomous tongue cannon) The Eagle Loves Racing:
(Wipes sweat, thumbs up)

Roman Prodigal Son: I am your father!
Big Blue:

Attached picture (a part of the Armor of Destiny)
Ignorant bastard!

If you still have a bit of courage, report your location immediately, maybe we need to have a good talk!
Guilliman could not bear it any longer.

He reported the post and prepared to confront the high-ranking figure of the empire offline.

Let them know the consequences of humiliating a Primarch and the Emperor.

He had to beat the guy up until he was unconscious, or put him in a cell to calm down.

Originally, Guilliman thought that after he revealed his identity, the Roman prodigal would not dare to respond, but he did not expect that the other party actually responded.

Roman Prodigal Son: I'll be waiting for you in Comoros. I hope you won't cry like a fart when the time comes.

Even the aide-de-camp Felix couldn't stand the arrogant remarks:
"Your Excellency, should we ask the Inquisition to intervene in this matter?"

Such abominable and rebellious words must be dealt with swiftly by the Inquisition. The so-called "Prodigal Son of Rome" will inevitably repent for his arrogance under the iron fist of the Inquisitor.

"not needed for now."

Guilliman calmed down and shook his head, rejecting the aide-de-camp's suggestion.

This was just a dispute on an anonymous forum, a place where nothing was taboo and where many high-level beings and scholars debated anonymously.

The other party may not believe that he is the Ultimate Primarch, so he dares to be so arrogant.

If the court intervenes in this matter, the nature of the matter will change. Who will dare to speak here in the future?

Moreover, this dispute is a private matter and should be resolved in a private manner.

Guilliman forced a smile. He wondered what that guy would think when he saw him. Would he kneel down and beg for forgiveness?

hum-

At this time, the communicator's prompt sounded.

When he saw the channel displayed, he immediately smiled from the bottom of his heart and connected it.

That was a communication from Brother Ron.

"Old Ji, I have good news for you."

Ron's virtual projection appeared, looking excited:
"I've already taken care of the Comoros web channel. The champagne is ready. You should get ready here and attend the victory celebration, which will also be my coronation ceremony."

He contacted Guilliman in advance because he was worried that this guy would miss the celebration again due to one problem or another.

This wave is almost two years ahead of schedule, and with the Internet route, there shouldn't be any major problems.

"I knew you would be victorious, and the empire would usher in a new look,"

Guilliman was also smiling, happy for this hard-earned victory.

He believed that with the Savior's abilities, he would be able to leverage the advantages of the Webway City and help the empire escape its current predicament.

This may be the greatest victory for mankind in thousands of years and deserves any form of celebration.

Humanity also needs to know what kind of victories the empire has achieved and what changes will occur.

He nodded and promised very seriously: "No matter what, I will arrive at the victory celebration on time and witness your coronation with my own eyes."

The expression of this Ultimate Primarch was so serious, as if he was about to rush to a crucial battlefield.

There is no way, important events over the years, especially the Ron brothers' participation in wars or ceremonies.

Due to many reasons, he never arrived on time.

I must not miss it this time.

Seeing how confident Lao Ji was, Ron was even happier:

"I feel relieved when you say this. Remember to come here early. The Emperor just told me that he wants to see you!"

Guilliman's face turned unnatural when he heard the word "Emperor".

He also knew about the Emperor's cloning plan before. Since Brother Ron said so, the plan must have been successful.

The Ultimate Primarch felt a little nervous at the thought of actually facing the Emperor, his father.

What's more, he lost the Emperor's Sword. How should he deal with this matter? !

"what happened?"

Ron asked curiously when he saw the other person's expression change.

Guilliman managed to regain his composure and shook his head: "It's okay, I'll be leaving soon."

He had to face this matter anyway.

"That's good."

Before ending the call, Ron thought of something else: "Oh, by the way, I might need to borrow the Emperor's Sword at the ceremony, so remember to apply more holy oil before coming.

See you at the ceremony!"

After saying that, the virtual projection of the savior ended in a hurry, as if there was something urgent.

The room fell into silence.

Guilliman pinched his brows and looked at the attendant, becoming even more anxious.

He also thought of this problem. The Emperor's Sword needed to appear at the ceremony to show the transfer of power. The problem was that it was gone now!

He looked at the aide-de-camp. "Have you searched the Macragge's Glory?"

Felix nodded and said, "Sir, according to the relevant data records, no materials have left the arsenal or the Macragge's Glory.

We searched everywhere and sought the help of several seers, but found nothing.

Even the surrounding airspace was scanned."

The Sword of the Emperor is attached with a strong psychic reaction. As long as it exists in this area, it is impossible to find its trace. Even if it appears in the subspace, there will be a strong reaction.

But now, it has disappeared.

"Then look for it again."

Guilliman said a little tiredly.

Suddenly, he raised his head and asked Felix: "You said, if we make a replacement, there should be no problem, right?"

The aide remained silent.

He dared not engage in such blasphemous talk, especially one involving the great Emperor.

After half a month, the search operation was fruitless.

Guilliman gave the order to set off as if he was heading to the execution ground.

They had to head to the Comoros Webway City, otherwise they might miss the victory celebration.

The Ultimate Primarch stood in front of the porthole, gazing at the boundless starry sky, feeling indescribable irritation in his heart.

The search team is also conducting a deeper search inside the flagship.

He thought of something and pulled out his datapad to send a message.

Big Blue:

@Roman Prodigal Son, I have already set off for Comoros. I hope that when the time comes, you can act like a warrior instead of crying and begging for mercy on your knees like a coward!
Based on the analysis of some data.

Guilliman was able to confirm that the Roman prodigal was most likely a high-ranking warrior of the Empire, which was why he had the opportunity to obtain such a high-level account.

So, he made an appointment to fight that guy.

Guilliman felt a nameless rage in his heart that was hard to vent, and wanted to have a manly fight with that bastard and smash the other's head with a hammer.

Make him kneel down and beg for mercy.

He was looking forward to that moment.

……

Three months later.

Comoros Webway City.

After completing the cleaning and dealing with the related pollution, the Redemption Hive Fleet has completely evacuated from the Webway City.

After enjoying a delicious meal with special flavors, they returned to the Ranch Star Field to grab biomass and continue to strengthen the power of the Savior Tyranid incarnation - Blade Wings.

Ron stood on the spire terrace of the former Supreme Overlord, overlooking the city.

bang——

The dying sun of the Comoros burst forth with a flare, appearing brighter still, emitting a gentler ray of sunshine.

After research, the Mechanicus of Urs believed that the sun still had potential.

At great cost, they threw a massive amount of hydrogen tornado torpedoes into it to reignite it.

This allowed the dark city to have sunlight again after tens of thousands of years.

Above the airspace.

Fleet after fleet arrived and gathered densely at the dock.

That was the Savior's engineering team.

Ron stopped almost all large-scale engineering projects and gathered engineering teams in Comoros, hoping to transform the city as quickly as possible.

It will be the most prosperous and magnificent city in the history of the human empire, and also the trade and transportation hub of the empire and even the galaxy.

The fate of mankind will be completely changed because of this Webway City.

Ron had seen the city design drawings provided by the Engineering Department. They were so dreamy and unimaginable that they were enough to shock any visiting guest.

He looked at the engineering fleet that was entering the site one after another and couldn't help but sigh:
"We have finally gained some advantages. The vibrant and flourishing state of mankind is still before our eyes..."

(End of this chapter)