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

Chapter 343 I want to open a hand-beaten chicken shop
"I'm a high lord? Is that true?"

Zhou Yun was sweating profusely for a moment.
What kind of existence is a High Lord? The probability of a High Lord dying suddenly from exhaustion on duty is about the same as the probability of a Cadian dying on the front line.

Especially the Ministry of Internal Affairs, which is the most exhausting and deadliest position in the entire human empire.

Tens of millions of officials in the Ministry of Internal Affairs are working forever in a dizzyingly complex bureaucracy, constantly calculating population, tithes, and expenditures, and processing documents almost non-stop in a document hell outlined by parchment rolls.
Many members of the Ministry of Internal Affairs are even forever connected to their jobs. The logic engine and parchment almost become a part of them. After they die suddenly on the job, their children inherit the job, just like they inherited the job from their parents.
The Director of the Ministry of Internal Affairs is at the top of this inefficient and overworked bureaucratic pyramid. The workload accumulated on him has not decreased but is more than that of ordinary bureaucrats in the Ministry of Internal Affairs. The complicated relationships between government departments accumulated over billions of years within the Ministry of Internal Affairs alone are enough to burst his head.

This position is undoubtedly the most unlucky one in the entire empire. They are almost using their mortal minds to take on the task that should have been borne by the Emperor of Mankind.

Zhou Yun could still bear it if he traveled to the nest city, but if he traveled to become the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs,

Zhou Yun promised that he would cry louder than the fart spirit whose toes were run over by the big machine.

"Why not? I have to arrange a place for you and Sanguinius on the High Lords' Council, right?"

"With the help of the acceleration gear, high-efficiency pills, and reasoning hat, I think you can take on the position of head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs."

"————Of course, this can be discussed again. There will always be someone more suitable for your position and someone more suitable for the position of head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs."

Guilliman watched Zhou Yunban take out the earth-destroying bomb from his fourth-dimensional pocket, and quickly waved his hand to indicate that they could continue the discussion.

".How about the position of Prime Minister of the Imperial Senate? It does not belong to the High Lord, but it is the host of the High Lord Council. Let's talk about it after we return to Terra."

Zhou Yun had already taken out two-thirds of the earth-destroying bomb from his fourth-dimensional pocket, and Guilliman could only sigh.

Binding Zhou Yun to Terra and the entire empire's administrative system was part of Guilliman's plan for the Imperial Codex.

Politics is ultimately about the wisdom of checks and balances, not checks and balances between individuals, but checks and balances between groups.

Guilliman hopes to have a force to check and balance the state religion, from the two levels of faith and reality. The Saint Doraemon Sect is a good choice.

Saint Gilles came to represent the Pope as the state religion, and Zhou Yun also had a seat among the high lords.
In this way, if the state religion wants to fight against the Saint Doraemon sect, it must be loyal to Sanguinius, follow Sanguinius' orders completely, and be controlled by Sanguinius.

The same is true for the Saint Doraemon sect, which must rely on Zhou Yun's own power.

Guilliman will push the State Religion and the Cult of Saint Doraemon to become the two most powerful forces in the Empire. Other forces will inevitably attach themselves to the two in pursuit of power.
In this way, other forces are attached to the State Religion and the Saint Doraemon Sect, the State Religion and the Saint Doraemon Sect are attached to Sanguinius and Zhou Yun, and Sanguinius, Zhou Yun and Guilliman form a triumvirate.
In this way, it will be easier for the three of them to control the power of the entire empire.

Later, Guilliman planned to promote the secularization of the state religion and the Saint Doraemon sect. This is why Guilliman wanted Zhou Yun to be the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, so that the Ministry of Internal Affairs and the Saint Doraemon sect could be integrated.
After all this is done, Guilliman himself can smoothly withdraw from the entire system, leaving Zhou Yun and Sanguinius to manage the entire galaxy, and then find a feudal world to farm.

The biggest problem now seems to be how to convince Zhou Yun to take the position of Director of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.
"What are you talking about?"

At this moment, the door of Guilliman's office was pushed open again, and Sanguinius walked into the command room with white wings with a little metallic blue.
There was a slight smile on his face, as if he had encountered something interesting and was about to share it with the two of them.

Guilliman raised his head slightly, looked at Sanguinius and said, "I am considering that after we return to Terra, you will serve as the Pope of the Ecclesiarchy and Zhou Yun will serve as the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs."

Sanguinius stood there, the smile on his face disappearing instantly.

"That won't work." Sanguinius shook his head and said, "I was planning to fake my own death once humanity was saved, and then return to Baal to grow grapes."

"Yes, yes, I also plan to open a store selling hand-made chicken meatballs in Terra, and it will be called Shengdeji." Zhou Yun also nodded repeatedly.

Listening to Zhou Yun's words, Sanguinius showed an expression that he was used to it, then turned his head and looked at Guilliman.
"Why don't you just handle the political issues?"

Sanguinius said softly:

"You are a natural born political creature. You swallow power and spit out policies. Isn't that your instinct? Apart from being a ruler, I can't think of anything else you can do."

Guilliman opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something.
But he finally sighed deeply and said nothing. Seeing this scene, Zhou Yun couldn't help laughing twice.
As early as the Great Crusade, most of the Primarchs had a common view of Guilliman: he was extremely cunning, and no one knew what he really desired in his heart or what kind of thoughts he was hiding.

But Zhou Yun knew what Guilliman was thinking deep in his heart.
He wanted to wait until everything settled down and then find an agricultural planet to farm.

But Sanguinius said that Guilliman was a political creature who fed on politics and power and was only suitable to be a natural politician who ruled. This was not prejudice or stereotype at all.
Even if Guilliman were to farm, he would start by carefully analyzing the nutrients in the soil, judging climate changes and the perfect time to plant crops, looking for suitable fertilizers, and meticulously managing every detail of the land.
Then Guilliman might one day feel that the existing fertilizers are not satisfactory, so he would start to build his own fertilizer factory. Then one day he would feel that the machinery for producing fertilizers is not satisfactory. After building the machinery factory, he would feel that steel cannot meet his needs, and then he would start to establish a monopoly enterprise that monopolizes every link from steelmaking to fertilizer packaging.

Eventually he will find that the local political system restricts him from continuing to produce better fertilizers, so he will start to reform the local politics and become the ruler of the entire planet. Then he will find that the chaotic and unnecessary trade between galaxies restricts himself, so he will start to try to establish a cross-galaxy regime.
This is an instinct deep in Robert Guilliman's bones, which makes people wonder if the Emperor forgot to add political ability to the other twenty Primarchs when he created them, and finally added all twenty-one to Guilliman.

"Let's talk about these things after we return to Terra."

Guilliman sighed and skipped the subject, then looked at Sanguinius and asked:
"You asked Diglis to ask Zhou Yun and I to put down our work temporarily. What did you find?"

Listening to Guilliman's words, a faint smile flashed across Sanguinius's lips, bringing with it a mysterious aura.

"I have discovered something interesting, possibly about the origins of the Warp's nature before Magnus' birth, about his essence."

"Magnus's subspace nature?" Zhou Yun raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Can you guess where he is?" Sanguinius looked at Zhou Yun and asked.

"In the hands of Tzeentch?" Facing Sanguinius' question, Zhou Yun thought for a moment and answered.

In the previous life, there were rumors that the essence of the so-called demon primarch was taken away by the four gods, but they were just unconfirmed rumors.

Sanguinius simply smiled and shook his head: "In the hands of Magnus himself."

"You are a resident of the third millennium of humanity. You should be able to understand the concept I am going to talk about next."

"If there is such a being who perfectly replicates your way of thinking, your emotions and memories, all the knowledge you still remember or have forgotten, and he is exactly the same as you at the level of consciousness, then can he be called you?"

"You should ask the great sage Belisarius Cawl this question. He will firmly say that it is himself." Zhou Yun answered while pondering the meaning of Sanguinius' words.

Belisarius Cawl survived the ten thousand years by changing his body and transmitting his will several times. He firmly believed that he was the same individual as he was ten thousand years ago, the one and only Belisarius Cawl, and he had no problem with self-cognition at all.

"What if you are shattered, or even lose the key and important part of your soul? Which one is closer to your true self, you or the copy?"

Sanguinius asked again:
"Especially in the subspace, a dimension where there is no past and future, no before and after."

"In the subspace, there is no distinction between you and your copy, who was born first."

Zhou Yun stared at Sanguinius. He remembered that the essence of Sanguinius came from the death of Sanguinius, and the resonance of his own death in the warp led to his birth.

"Book of Magnus?" Zhou Yun raised his voice with a little surprise.

He thought of the Book of Magnus, the secret book written by Magnus himself, which clearly recorded all of Magnus's knowledge, memories, emotions, and cognitive methods. It was a work that Magnus poured his heart and soul into.

And the power of the knowledge recorded in the Book of Magnus is so strong that it even makes the knowledge itself come alive, forming consciousness and activity, and even forming a small inner world.
Magnus wrote the Book of Magnus to record himself and everything he knew, but there is no concept of time in the Warp. When the Emperor shaped Magnus, he in turn used the Book of Magnus to create himself?
"and many more."

Before Zhou Yun could sort out his thoughts, Guilliman suddenly spoke:
"What do you mean by the nature of the subspace before birth?"

"What is the nature of the subspace?"

(End of this chapter)