I'm in Warhammer, please don't praise Doraemon

Chapter 342 Guilliman, I am Rogal Dorn, and I am cursing you on Terra!
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The sound of the portal opening echoed in Robert Guilliman's office.

Guilliman quickly stuffed the draft of the Imperial Codex into the interlayer of his desk and looked towards the portal calmly.
Zhou Yun walked out of the vacuum of the Anywhere Door with a tired look on his face.

"How many batches are there?" Zhou Yun asked, rubbing his temple.

Zhou Yun was exhausted from the busy schedule. There were too many fleets that needed to go to Terra, but Zhou Yun only had one four-dimensional pocket.
In order to stuff all the fleets into the four-dimensional pocket as quickly as possible, Zhou Yun even began to use acceleration gears and high-efficiency pills at the same time.

In the end, he still couldn't escape Robert Guilliman's overtime curse.

Zhou Yun had begun to suspect that requiring himself and everyone around him to work overtime was some kind of manifestation of the nature of Guilliman's subspace.

"You will probably need to run twice more." Guilliman quickly replied to Zhou Yun's question: "What is the situation in the webway?"

Hearing this, Zhou Yun felt even more headache.

Things have been getting a bit dicey lately on the Internet.
Even the Eldar Webway is not a completely safe place.

As early as tens of millions of years ago during the War in Heaven, the Star God Burner, Nyadrasa, used his eternally burning material fire to burn through the Webway, allowing the army of undead to invade the Webway.

In the long years that followed, the Eldar had almost no ability to maintain the Webways. Many Webways were damaged and collapsed, and even many beings from the Warp invaded the Webways. All the Eldar could do was to close and avoid those fallen Webways.
If it were just this, it would be fine. After all, the Webway is so complicated that even if the demons invaded the Webway, it would be difficult to launch an effective invasion without a guide.
Ahriman, the Chosen One of Tzeentch, happened to have a copy of the Eldar's "Labyrinth Tome".
That thing is different from the similar navigation "Purgatory Map" in Zhou Yun's hand. The "Maze Book" is a collection of maps drawn by the wanderers of the Eldar who have been exploring the webway for many years.

With the help of the Tome of the Labyrinth, Ahriman felt more comfortable in the Webway than in his own home. He had been wandering in the Webway near Macragge long before the end of the Battle of the Reconquest of Ultramar, and would occasionally fly out on a flying disc to catch a few Eldar.

The most uncomfortable thing is that Ahriman is the first-tier combat force under the Primarch. He can almost be said to come and go freely.
Just as annoying as Gargamel, the man who catches the Smurfs.
If that were the case, Ahriman alone wouldn't be able to cause much trouble.
But now it seems that Ahriman may have cooperated with Magnus, and Tzeentch demons have begun to wreak havoc in the Webway near Macragge.

Zhou Yun calmed down a little, and the things in front of him moved, and in the blink of an eye he was on the Fat Tiger Demon in the network.

The Eldar Death Army, the Doraemon Squadron composed of Blood Angels and Ultramarines, and 500 Black Templar warriors fought side by side, fighting hard in the webway.

Tzeentch's demons continued to pour out from the other end of the Webway like a tide. They were like the embodiment of the ever-changing tides of the Warp, roaring and throwing colorful fire and lightning at the Imperial army.

These strange spells can produce completely unexpected effects, turning people into screaming glass sculptures, butterflies with wailing human faces, old people, babies, or even a pile of horrifically writhing flesh.
The fire demons spewed out dim flames, which collided with the whispers of the Death Army. The flickering flames illuminated the entire webway.

Endless Horrors clashed with the offspring of Robert Guilliman. Every pink Horror that was killed would turn into two blue Horrors.
The Screaming Demons, like batfish, flew across the sky and fought with the Blood Angels wearing bamboo dragonflies in mid-air. The ether that splashed out after the demons died fell like rain.
The Tzeentch-believing Tzeentch beasts clashed with the Black Templars, the descendants of Dorne and the successors of Sigismund. Blasphemous and sacred prayers echoed on the battlefield at the same time.

Behind the Tzeentch army, a huge Tzeentch demon like a hill stood there, waving his scepter and continuously raining blazing fire on the webway.
Sharp mocking voices continued to ring out from the mouth of the Lord of Change.

Fat Tiger took a deep breath, raised the straight baseball bat burning with fire in his hand, and put it to his mouth like a microphone.

The Eldar Death Army and Astartes saw this and quickly began to retreat using the bamboo dragonflies on their heads.

Before the Tzeentch demon army could react, they saw the Fat Tiger demon open his mouth slightly.

"What's yours is mine! What's mine is still mine!"

An angry roar rang out from his mouth. The Eldar Death Army and Astartes who retreated to the rear almost instantly felt the loss of their own power, and realized that their own power flowed into the body of the Fat Tiger Demon.
Tzeentch's Lord of Change showed a look of horror, and his sensitivity to fate made him realize something.
"I am Fat Tiger! I am the king of children!!!"

"Invincible!!! A real man!!!"

Zhou Yun withdrew his gaze from the webway and looked at Robert Guilliman in front of him.
"The webway will be cleared soon. What about Terra?" he asked.

Macragge has been trying to contact Terra, but the only superluminal communication method currently mastered by humans is astropathic communication through the subspace, and the content of the communication is very easily disturbed by the waves in the subspace.

Therefore, the communication between Macragge and Terra was always not smooth.
After hearing Zhou Yun's words, Robert Guilliman put on an indescribable strange expression.
He silently picked up a data tablet from the table, handed it to Zhou Yun, and clicked on a recording.
A murmur of sound rang out from the data board, mixed with the disorderly humming of the astropath, and then the sound gradually became clear.
"Guilliman, you are a traitor! Remember my words! I will curse you on Terra!"

"Guilliman, are you not bringing your damn Second Empire to Terra? I'm going to kill you right now with my Phalanx!"

"I, Rogal Dorn, will be waiting for you on Terra. I will use the Phalanx to blow up all of you traitors one by one."

"." Zhou Yun listened to the voice on the data board in silence. "This is indeed Dorn's voice. The first reply we received from Terra claimed that Rogal Dorn had returned to Terra. He knew about the Second Empire and would soon lead the Phalanx to Macragge to quell the rebellion."

Guilliman said helplessly:

"It's not over yet, listen."

"Guilliman, don't be afraid. I am Lion El'Jonson. Although Dorne escaped with a trick, I now rule Terra."

"If you let me be your Warmaster, I will make you Regent."

"Guilliman, I am Leman Russ. Don't believe the previous communication. It is all a trick of the Lord of Change. I just returned to Terra. Our father has become the Lord of Darkness. This is not home! This is not home!"

"Hello, Guilliman, I am your future self. You have been deceived! It is not Sanguinius who has been resurrected, but Horus! Kill him now!"

"I am Jaghatai. Ahriman seems to have arranged some kind of ritual near the webway. I suggest you do not take the webway."

"I am Angron. I am actually a spy sent by my father to Khorne. I have already knocked Khorne unconscious with Nuthriya's anesthetic."

"I am Luojia. Actually, I have not betrayed you. You can call me the Messenger of Golden Words now!"

Guilliman turned off the comm and covered his face with his hands.

"The Lord of Change is still too lively." Zhou Yun couldn't help but laugh softly. It was obvious that these star languages ​​were interferences created by Tzeentch.

Guilliman nodded helplessly.
"I'm afraid there is very little information from Terra. I'm not even sure if Terra really knows that Sanguinius and I have returned."

"But fortunately, there is information about the twelve current high lords of the empire in Macragge. I can guess and analyze what the current rulers of the empire think of us."

"The current chief of the High Lords Council and the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs is a person who insists that the laws of the empire are inviolable and cannot be changed. He believes that everything in the empire now is the best arrangement of the emperor. He will be a trouble."

"The High Lords' Council is roughly evenly split between those who support and those who oppose him."

"Mars Forge General is the most unique one in the High Lords' Council. Due to Mars' status, he is probably indifferent to us, but he may care about Belisariukauer."

Guilliman showed a bitter smile. Belisarius Cawl completed the mission assigned to him by Guilliman very well, but he also offended many people in the past ten thousand years.

"The Pope of the State Church supports the views of the Chancellor of the Interior. He believes that all imperial laws are the embodiment of the will of the God-Emperor. I think he would welcome Sanguinius, but you and I."

Zhou Yun looked at Guilliman. He felt that Guilliman had probably sorted out the information about the current Terran High Lords Council from the fragmented information, and might have already considered which ones should be replaced and which ones can be retained.
"If that pope isn't open to a little novelty, then we'd better replace him."

"I am considering that Sanguinius could directly serve as the Pope, which would allow us to better control the state religion."

"It is obvious that the position of Forge General cannot be given to Cawl. I have no reason to interfere on Mars, and Cawl is not suitable for that position."

Guilliman noticed Zhou Yun's gaze and seemed to understand what Zhou Yun was thinking, so he told him about his arrangements for the High Lords' Council.

His tone was so relaxed, and in just a few words he began to decide the fate of the twelve most powerful high lords in the entire empire, as if the power of the high lords was paper in front of him.
Zhou Yun understood that Guilliman's combat capability was not outstanding among the twenty-one brothers, and there were many who could match or even surpass him in military command ability. Although his operational ability was ahead, it was not yet to the extent that one person could rival the other twenty Primarchs.
But in terms of politics, Guilliman is roughly equivalent to the corrupted version of Horus in a one-on-one duel between the four gods. The other twenty combined cannot beat him.
This is why Guilliman was able to promote the Codex Astartes after the Heresy. The political abilities of other Primarchs were no different from those of children in front of Guilliman.

"Oh, right." Guilliman suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhou Yun: "The most important position among the High Lords is the Director of Internal Affairs. The current Director of Internal Affairs is unreliable."

"I plan to replace him - are you interested in serving as the Chief of the Ministry of Internal Affairs and the Chief of the High Lords' Council?"

"what?"

"I'm a high lord? Is that true?"

(End of this chapter)