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

Chapter 374: Use it to the fullest

Tirian still felt his heart ache.

This might be an illusion, or it might be the sequelae left by the Blood Angels' think tank curator who used psychic power to repair his heart damage.
"The repaired heart can beat steadily for at least another twenty years." The famous Mephiston said to Tyrion.

Mephiston's face was pale and cold, like a vampire who had returned from the dead. Just staring at him made Tyrian shudder.
Especially when those cold words came out of his mouth, Tirian could only force out a stiff smile in response.
Old Tyrion, old Tyrion, why do you insist on coming to the moon?

Now that’s great, I might have to live another twenty years.

If Mephiston brought fear to Tyrion,

Then the three that are really important are oppression, existential oppression,
Just by being close to them, Tirian felt that all the power he relied on for survival was dissolved. Their strong presence overwhelmed Tirian, making him realize that in front of them, he was just a fat and old man.

Lord Guilliman and Tyrion had a brief conversation.

Tyrian was nervous, but Guilliman used a conversational skill that Tyrian was amazed at in retrospect.
His words were gentle, reasonable, sometimes earnest, sometimes enthusiastic, and occasionally revealed just the right amount of authority. Tyrian felt that his will was controlled by his words. He instinctively opened his mouth and spoke out all the information that Guilliman wanted to know.
From Terra's recent situation, ten thousand years of history to each high lord's individual habits, preferences and tendencies, Tyrion told it all in a daze.

The good news is that Guilliman seems to be very satisfied with Tyrian. He thanked Tyrian for his dedication and shared with Tyrian the current situation of the galaxy and the whole story.

Tyrian was able to learn the ins and outs of the resurrection of the two Primarchs and the origin of Saint Doraemon
Finally, Guilliman also whispered to Tyrion that he was writing a great work, which would be a great work beyond the Codex Astartes. This new work would become a guide for everyone in the entire empire, from hive workers to high lords. It would be an encyclopedia covering everything from politics, production, economy to military.
Guilliman hoped that Tyrian could join this great work, which made Tyrian feel overwhelmed by joy and honor. In a daze, he was so excited that he expressed his willingness to contribute all his wisdom to this masterpiece in the rest of his life.

Then came Sanguinius. He had only a few words with Tyrian, but these few words lifted Tyrian's spirit, which was originally filled with madness, fatigue and pain.
The archangel did not discuss politics and the empire with Tyrian, nor did he even talk to Tyrian first. Instead, he sincerely thanked Tyrian's assistant Jackie.
Thank you Jackie for helping the Empire's outstanding Prime Minister survive these painful years, so that the wisdom of Imperial Prime Minister Tyrion can continue to serve the Empire, the Emperor and humanity.

"Yes, I've been watching you all the time."

"Everything you have done for the Empire has been seen by me, Guilliman, the Emperor, and Saint Doraemon."

"Tirion, you are one of the finest Terran bureaucrats since Malcador. I hope your wisdom and diligence will continue to serve humanity."

Sanguinius' words were as gentle as a feather, soothing the hearts of Tirrien and Yuki, moving them to tears and repeatedly stating that they would dedicate everything in this body to the empire.

There is a third one.
On the ship that returned to Terra arranged by Shield Captain Valerian,

Tyrian sat somewhat awkwardly beside those larger beings.

Shield Captain Valerian was talking quietly with Lord Guilliman.

Living Saint Celestine, Grand Master Morwen Val, and Saint Gilles seemed to be discussing matters related to faith.
The Magi of the Adeptus Mechanicus are communicating with Magi Belisarius Doraemon in binary code.

These people were huge beings, their bodies were far different from those of ordinary people, and each one was even bigger than the mutant cockroaches that Tyrian had seen in the sewers of Terra when he was a child.
The only one who is similar in size to Tyrian and looks like a mortal is.
"grown ups."

Tyrian mustered up the courage to speak to the Warp being that inhabited a mortal body sitting next to him:
"Please forgive me for my previous offense."

Holy Doraemon, the man who resurrected the two primarchs Sanguinius and Guilliman, a "god" squeezed into a mortal body.

When facing him, Tirian was always a little nervous.

On the one hand, he could sensitively sense what kind of existence was squeezed under the flesh and blood of this being.
On the other hand, Tyrian was somewhat uncomfortable with accepting beliefs other than the Emperor's.
This is mainly because Tyrian climbed up from the bottom little by little. He was exposed to the religious propaganda of the state religion since he was a child, rather than the strict education of the nobles.

This also made Tirian one of the most devout people in the Empire's high-level beliefs in the Emperor. This piety was even irrational and was a complete echo of his childhood education.

"Don't be nervous. In fact, I am also a devout believer in the Emperor." Zhou Yun said with a bright smile.

".How many arms does the Emperor have?" Tyrian blurted out almost instinctively.

Those who believe in the Emperor in this world are not necessarily human. There are many cults or gene stealers who use the Emperor's faith as their disguise. Tyrion has seen this many times in the Imperial records.

Even Tyrian has developed an instinct to detect whether a planet has been corrupted by genestealers or cults just by looking at written records.

Tirian's keen senses also told him that when Zhou Yun just said that he believed in the Emperor, there was a hint of joking in his tone.
"Of course it's six, two." Zhou Yun said with a slight movement of his eyes.

Rokujo is even worse than a genestealer!

Tirian suddenly felt his heart tighten again.

"My Lord." Tyrion smiled bitterly. "From a rational point of view, Mother Teresa Morwen Val, the Guards, the two Primarchs, so many people who are wiser than me trust you, so I naturally have no need to doubt you." "As a devout believer in the Emperor, I am a little uncomfortable with the fact that you are a god. My faith tells me that only the Emperor is the God of mankind."

Hearing this, Zhou Yun's eyes brightened: "So you think I'm not a god?"

"You're not a big shot." Tirian was a little surprised that Zhou Yun would react like this.

"You're right, I'm indeed not a god." Zhou Yun looked at Tirian with more appreciation in his eyes.

This made Tirian stunned for a moment, and a passage from the "Sacred Words" suddenly popped up in his mind.
"The Emperor humbly denies His divinity, but you should know that only one who truly possesses divinity would deny it."

"The Emperor's denial of His own divinity is proof of His divine nature."

Tirian didn't know how he remembered this sentence, but he couldn't help but recite it in a low voice in High Gothic.

"Hmm?" Zhou Yun raised his eyelids slightly and looked at Tirian.

"Like the Emperor," Tyrion blurted out.

"No, no, no, I am different from the emperor. The emperor is a god, and I am not a god." Zhou Yun shook his head repeatedly.

His repeated rejections actually reduced the irrational suspicion in Tirian's heart.

At this moment, the entire void ship suddenly shook slightly. This was the vibration caused by the ship beginning to enter the atmosphere.

Zhou Yun nodded slightly to Tirian, then stood up and walked towards the porthole. He seemed to want to take a look at Terra from high above.
Not only him, the two primarchs also ended their conversation and walked towards Zhou Yun.

"An excellent prime minister, pragmatic, loyal, sensible and with a conscience."

Guilliman smiled and couldn't help but said to Zhou Yun:

"As you said, he must continue to work for us, for humanity."

He knew that Sanguinius had erected an invisible psychic barrier so that their voices would not get out.

"His assistant, Ms. Jackie, is equally outstanding. She was taught by Tyrion. After Tyrion's death, Jackie will be a good successor to the position of Prime Minister of the Empire." Sanguinius nodded in agreement.

"Yes, yes, he is as virtuous as Kaul. He knows that I am not a god." Zhou Yun nodded slightly.

Zhou Yun knew Tirian's ability. He had been the Prime Minister of the Empire for decades, which was enough to show his talent for overtime work.
And in Zhou Yun's impression, in the original timeline, after Tirian's death, his successor was his assistant Jackie,

Tyrian also trained Jackie to be an excellent prime minister, whose talent for overtime work was only slightly inferior to Tyrian's.
There are many cattle and horses in this world, but there are too few cattle and horses who can become the prime minister of an empire.

There are even fewer people like Tirian who are such high-quality calves and horses and can even raise their own calves. How could Zhou Yun let him retire?

So he told Guilliman and Sanguinius the information about Tyrian in advance.

Then Mephiston took the opportunity to strengthen Tyrion's heart, and Guilliman and Sanguinius repeatedly gave Tyrion PUA, no, motivated Tyrion.

They only hope that Tirian can serve them for at least another twenty years. If necessary, they can use rejuvenation techniques or even the Setesh ritual. It is not impossible to let Tirian add another four or five hundred years.

"It's a pity that you are too old, otherwise it would be great to be an Ultramarines." Guilliman couldn't help but say.

"It can be kept alive if it is stuffed into a tin can used in the Setesh ritual. Or I can find some props that can help a top-grade horse like Tireen live a few more years."

At this moment, Tirian was completely unaware that his fate had been quietly arranged.
He was still immersed in the encouragement of the two Primarchs and Zhou Yun's words just now.

Tirian had even made up his mind in his heart that he must not disappoint the expectations of the three adults, and must work harder to embezzle, bribe and corrupt, so as to serve the empire more efficiently.

At the same time, outside the porthole, the thick gray clouds were suddenly torn apart by the bow of the void ship, and Terra was exposed to the eyes of the two primarchs and Zhou Yun.

(End of this chapter)