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Chapter 465: Every sip and every bite is predestined! The essence of the Primarch!
The Emperor's words sent a chill down Guilliman's spine. If that was the case, then the Milky Way would never have peace!
Since the subspace entities feed on the emotions of all things, the fate of all living beings is destined to become food for the evil gods from the moment they are born.

What awaits them will be endless torture and pain, until the day when they are completely drained. The vast Milky Way has turned into a paradise for indulgence for evil gods and demons.

What a horrible scene.

Guilliman lowered his head and remained silent. He was very confused now and didn't know where to go.

Even the Emperor back then could not do anything about the evil God of the Warp. He was just a genetic Primarch, and not even the most outstanding one. How could he possibly save the crumbling empire?

"What are you thinking now? Should you stay in Macragge and be your own lord, or should you return to Terra to take charge of the situation?"

The Emperor certainly has great confidence in Guilliman's ability to govern, but in addition to governing ability, the superior also needs to have a strong ability to adjust his mentality.

Guilliman had just woken up, and was suddenly faced with such a devastating situation. Anyone would feel at a loss. He needed time to calm down and think carefully.

Guilliman remained silent and did not rush to answer.

In fact, he was just thinking about this question. As the only remaining Primarch, he had to shoulder the responsibility of restoring the glory of the Empire no matter what.

But he still doesn't know how to do it or where to start.

If he stayed in Macragge and continued to be the lord, with his knowledge of the Ultramar sector, he would be able to revitalize Ultramar and restore the glory of the Ultramarines in a short period of time.

By then, the Extreme Legion, supported by five hundred prosperous planets, will surely become a key force in countering the forces of chaos.

We can't say that we will be able to wipe out the Chaos Army, but we should have no problem defending Ultramar and protecting the security of our own territory.

It is also unlikely that the forces of Chaos will continue to haunt Ultramar and fight to the death with Guilliman.

But if he returned to Terra to take charge of the situation, Guilliman was worried that he would not be capable enough to revive the empire.

In his opinion, the scope of his ability is limited to controlling the Ultramar sector at most. If it exceeds that, he will not be able to achieve decent results.

"Guilliman, you don't have to rush to answer this question. Rather than dealing with the problem, you need to calm down and think carefully about the direction. Only then can you make a decision."

"Once you've made a decision, don't regret it."

The Emperor's words sounded very familiar to Guilliman. He always felt that he had heard similar words somewhere before. They contained both positive energy and inspiring warmth.

The person who can say such a philosophical sentence must not be that simple.

Guilliman increasingly believed that the man in front of him named Neos was probably closely related to Terra, and even had a close connection with the God-Emperor.

"Yes, I will think about this issue seriously."

Guilliman nodded, then stared at the Emperor in silence, as if waiting for him to take over the conversation.

The Emperor no longer concealed anything. He took off his helmet and revealed his true appearance. In front of Guilliman's stunned and surprised eyes, the Emperor slowly spoke:

"I have always believed in your abilities and talents, but your most important task now is not just to revive the empire. There are more important things waiting for you to do."

Looking at the extremely familiar face in front of him, Guilliman was completely confused. No wonder he always felt that Neos had a familiar feeling. It turned out that the other party was his father!

What is going on? Didn’t it say that the Emperor can never leave the Golden Throne? Has everyone been deceived by the Emperor’s carefully fabricated lies?

But what is the point of doing this? How many lives have been destroyed by wars that have lasted for tens of thousands of years? Is it really necessary to pay such a heavy price?

At this moment, countless possibilities flashed through Guilliman's mind. He felt dizzy and his vision was blurred. The feeling of brain overload was uncomfortable.

The Emperor pressed the mysterious switch in his hand, and the giant enterprise's alien space shielding device immediately took effect. A huge alien space force field enveloped Macragge.

In the following period of time, the conversation and emotions between the Emperor and Guilliman will not cause any noise in the Warp, and no third party will know the content of their conversation.

"We come from another parallel universe. In that world, we found a way to navigate the warp without being invaded by demons. We crushed the evil god's plan to seduce the Primarch, and controlled the forces of chaos to a certain extent."

The Emperor's words made Guilliman feel as if he had not woken up at all, and all of this was just a dream.

He had learned some information about parallel universes, but those one-sided contents could not make Guilliman fully believe whether such a thing really existed.

Guilliman looked at the Emperor carefully. He wondered if this was a conspiracy of Tzeentch. After all, the clever Horus had been bewitched by Tzeentch and lured into becoming the Warmaster of Chaos.

He must be on guard against the evil god's attempt to cut off his source of income.

But after repeated confirmation, Guilliman could only be sure that the other party was the Emperor himself, because no evil god or demon could imitate the Emperor's temperament so perfectly.

What's more, the Emperor already possesses some of the characteristics of a Warp God, and calling the Emperor's name will attract the attention of the Emperor himself.

Plus, Guilliman is the Primarch, and no one knows his father better than him.

"Father, it's really you--!"

Guilliman was overjoyed. He didn't care whether the other party was the emperor in the parallel universe. Since the other party appeared here, he must be here to save the situation.

In the universe and time he was in, the God-Emperor had already failed and was trapped on Terra, struggling to move forward, but the Emperor in front of him was still alive and well.

With the Emperor's help, the human empire will surely be able to recover!

Although the current human empire is a bit rotten, it is not that rotten. At least it is much stronger than when the Emperor first rose to power.

At that time, the Emperor started alone, fought his way from Terra to Mars, unified the solar system by himself, and then gradually expanded outward.

But the current empire still has colonies in nearly half of the Milky Way. As long as the Emperor takes action to reorganize the empire, the situation in the empire will surely be reversed in an instant.

Running a precarious empire is much easier than rebuilding one from scratch!

Thinking of this, Guilliman was so excited that he almost cried. As long as the Emperor was there, there would always be hope for the Human Empire.

However, compared to the excited Guilliman, the Emperor was obviously not that excited. He came here not to work overtime to help fight Chaos, but to do experiments. If the human empire wants to revive, it will not rely on the efforts of one person or a few people, but the joint efforts of all human beings.

The survival of a race comes from collective striving for progress, not from expecting the emergence of a savior.

"Listen carefully, Guilliman. What I am about to tell you is extremely important. You must agree to this in advance before I can reveal the specific mission instructions to you."

"This mission may not be fair to you. You will be forced to give up everything you have now, or even die. But in return you will gain long-term peace and stability for mankind."

"You can refuse this mission and stay in Macragge, but I will erase your memory and pretend you have never seen me."

The Emperor would never morally blackmail anyone. He respects everyone's inner choices. Although Guilliman is the best candidate, he will not force Guilliman to agree to this.

"I agree!"

Guilliman agreed without any hesitation.

If sacrificing just one person can bring long-term stability to the human empire, then this deal is an incredibly good deal.

What reason did he have to hesitate?

"Well then, I need you to become a god of the Warp."

The Emperor never stops talking about shocking things. Guilliman was visibly stunned. He didn't understand why his father wanted him to become an entity in the Warp. Isn't this a depravity?

In Guilliman's impression, the Warp is still that chaotic, evil high-dimensional space. To become a god in that place is equivalent to falling into demonization.

Many of the Primarch brothers have become demon princes under the evil god. If he is added to the mix, I'm afraid the situation of humanity will be even worse than it is now.

"Father, I don't understand." Guilliman asked confusedly.

The Emperor stood up and paced in front of Guilliman for a while, as if thinking about how to speak the secret that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time.

After a long while, he continued, "Do you know where the Primarchs came from?"

Guilliman blinked and replied according to the answer in his memory: "I heard that it was created using a combination of your genes and the Immortal Erda's genes, and using ancient sorcery."

Guilliman once privately asked Malcador about the origins of the Primarch, but Malcador only told part of the story and deliberately concealed the rest.

"Your origins are closely related to the Warp. The Warp that you fear and are so secretive about is actually a part of you."

The Emperor's words made Guilliman even more confused, but he did not speak in a hurry. Instead, he listened patiently to the Emperor revealing the unknown past.

In order to create the Primarchs to help him conquer the world, the Emperor of that time not only used his own and Elda's genetic information, but also used profound ancient witchcraft and made a deal with the Four Chaos Gods!
The Emperor once traveled through the portal of Moro, found the Four Chaos Gods, and reached a mysterious deal with them. In the end, the Emperor obtained the core technology for creating the Primarchs.

But after successfully creating the Primarch, the Emperor turned his back on his responsibility. Such shameless behavior naturally angered the Four Chaos Gods, which led to the disappearance of the Primarch and his subsequent fall.

Everything is predestined. The current state of the human empire is also the revenge of the evil god of the warp on the Emperor.

"The soul of the Primarch is essentially an entity fused with the Warp, similar to a demon. The so-called mental defect is also one of the essences of the Primarch himself."

"Horus's ambition and Fulgrim's perfectionism echo the greed, lust, violence and deceit of the Chaos Gods."

"It can be said that the essence of the Primarch is a mixture of the Warp and reality."

The ultimate secret revealed by the Emperor shocked Guilliman so much that his pupils shrank. It turned out that everything had a traceable origin. The enemy and we have the same origin. The Chaos forces they were fighting against were also a part of themselves.

But Guilliman still found it hard to believe why the Emperor would make a deal with the Four Chaos Gods and refuse to acknowledge it. This made Guilliman understand his father better.

It seems that he, as a father, also has a dark side that is unknown to the public.

Faced with the complicated expression revealed by Guilliman, the Emperor was not embarrassed at all. These things were done and he would not regret it.

In fact, he had no intention of fulfilling his promise to the Four Chaos Gods of the Warp, but he did not expect that things would come to this point in the parallel universe.

"The only thing I regret is that I didn't care more about you brothers and underestimated the revenge of the Four Chaos Gods. Now I have to do something about my mistakes."

The emperor sighed softly, if it weren't for the emergence of the Universal Corporation, the human empire in his universe would probably have ended up like this.

"So, we are essentially one of the demons in the warp, but our strength is not as good as the four gods of chaos..."

Guilliman’s head was buzzing. It turned out that he and his Primarch brothers were all “hybrids” and were not pure humans bred from the father’s sperm and the mother’s blood.

According to this view, the fall of Horus is only natural. After all, he was originally a demon of the Warp, but was transformed into a Primarch by the Emperor.

"No, you are my sons. I have already removed all the impurities of the demons in the Warp. You have only gained a stronger power. You are Robert Guilliman, the Primarch of the Thirteenth Legion."

There is no point in worrying about one's origin and background. The Emperor does not believe in predetermined fate. He told Guilliman these things but that he did not mean to accept the Primarch's corruption as a matter of course.

Instead, it lets him know that the nature of the subspace is not that scary.

A person's origin cannot be changed by his will, but his experience can be controlled by himself.

Seeing that Guilliman was still a little confused, the Emperor walked up and patted him on the shoulder, then looked out the window at the starry sky: "The elements that make up humans come from meteors billions of years ago, but humans and meteors are completely different things."

“Who you are is not determined by where you come from, but by your heart and every choice you make.”

The Emperor gazed into Guilliman's eyes. The timid would shrink back from the truth, while the brave would move forward with their heads held high after learning the truth of life.

Fortunately, Guilliman did not disappoint the Emperor. He raised his head and looked directly at the Emperor, responding firmly: "I am Robert Guilliman, the Primarch of the Ultramarines Legion, and your thirteenth son!"

Guilliman is not afraid of his essence as a demon of the Warp. What makes him who he is is not this body, but the qualities honed in the bloody battles with the warriors in the Great Crusade ten thousand years ago.

He was proud of ruling the Ultramar sector and bringing prosperity and strength to mankind. These past experiences were his "true nature" rather than simply being a Warp demon.

(End of this chapter)