This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 553 Cloning Forgrim: Am I not perfect enough?

"How many more vertebrae does Little Horse have left that Ruth might break?"

Ramses's signature booming voice stretched along the wide corridor and reached Guilliman's ears.

Yes, yes, according to the account of Dawnwing, during the Battle of Prospero, Lemanrus and Magnus used their magic to destroy each other, with Lemanrus sacrificing his own heart to crush Magnus. This is the most objective record of the Empire today, and it is now being studied by the general public.

Ramses meant that Magnus must have acquired something new to provoke the Wolf King; otherwise, why would he go now instead of earlier or later?
So here's the question: who was the last one who also went down in a Primarch duel but is still alive and kicking?
Has the project to construct a completely new mechanism for psionic action by combining a scientific worldview with the essence of the Primarchs been completed? Has the next phase of modernization reforms within the Empire been completed? Has the optimization of political departments on each planet been completed?
What, so eager to go to Comoros? You, Guilliman, also have two necks for Forgrim to slit?
Every sentence, though not explicitly mentioning Guilliman, subtly alludes to him.

Guilliman, whose intelligence was at least sufficient to understand Ramses's blatant slang, touched his neck and ultimately swallowed the words that were about to come out.

Okay, he admits that his desire to dominate the Comoros War did indeed include the idea of ​​taking revenge on Fugrim.

After all, Comoros and Slaanesh are closely intertwined, and Comoros is currently in Slaanesh's best interest. Any attempt to change the status quo of Comoros would likely provoke a backlash from this evil god.

"brother."

He stepped forward and decided to prioritize work-related issues.

He took out two paper documents from his pocket, handed one to Ramses, and uploaded the other to the work group.

"The agreements between the dynasties have been completed, and Zandrek is in charge of forming the allied forces. It is expected that preparations will be completed within two years."

Then he took out the soul baseline document that Dawnwing had initially issued.

Ramses looked at the statistics and saw a stark contrast with those after the agreement was reached.

There are many zeros missing.

"Well done, Thirteenth Brother."

Ramses hooked his arm around Guilliman's shoulder and patted the documents in his hand.

"Look at this, which of us dared to dream of such an outcome? Which of us dared to guarantee that the other side would agree? Which of us could figure out the other side's bottom line?"

"Only you, Thirteenth Prince."

Ramses praised Romulus's projection.

"Look how much unnecessary effort you've saved us, and where these souls can be invested in the future. Look at how much combat power you've secured for us, and how many troops and production capacities we can liberate."

"I think you are worth a thousand troops just by sitting in this office."

Now I understand why the Primarchs didn't like me.

Each of these sentences is not spoken in its original sense, but they all allow you to infer what it means.

Guilliman, he's mocking you for being a bad fighter!
Guilliman moved his lips, but ultimately spoke politely.

".Thanks."

See, he even has to thank me.

Hehe~

Even Romulus, tens of thousands of light-years away, couldn't help but laugh when he heard Ramses's flattery.

I would much rather you recognized my fighting prowess in that way.

Guilliman, having grasped his good friend's underlying meaning, sighed and realized that he wasn't as happy as he had imagined when faced with the emotional value bestowed upon him by his brothers.

Click~
Nigel the Windcaller, overwhelmed by a barrage of messages, silently put on his helmet.

Although the wolves are wild and emotional, the leaders aren't completely clueless.

Lord Guilliman was willing to accommodate the Wolf Pack for two reasons. Firstly, the Wolf Pack couldn't split into two groups because of the Wolf Spiral. Secondly, after the arrival of the Dawn Wings, the situation changed so much that there was no need to split into groups. Instead, he took over the original Wolf Pack's gene seed and began to absorb other ice and snow worlds.

Secondly, ten thousand years ago, a small squad of the Wolf Pack sent by Ruth to Macragge to monitor Guilliman rescued Lady Yoddon, who was considered Guilliman's mother, during the invasion of Macragge by Conrad Coz, the Primarch of the Midnight Lords.

So, having been out of Guilliman's sight for almost ten thousand years is enough. Even if he's ambitious behind your back, at least show him some respect to his face.

"."

Guilliman glanced at Nigal, whose armor was trembling with laughter and who reeked of alcohol, and then selectively ignored him.

Since Guilliman's return, his main job has been to smooth over the political affairs within the Imperial Diet's control area. As for fighting, he occasionally has to have a little spar with Romulus and Karna in his spare time, just to prevent himself from really forgetting how to fight.

Dawnwing also felt that this was the best approach.

First, the Dawnwings will take the lead and provide support in all aspects, while Guilliman will be responsible for using these resources to carry out the specific tasks and handle the next phase of the Empire's modernization reforms.

Secondly, it is about expanding the Empire's strategic initiative after developing the network, mainly by reaching a consensus with the troublesome force of the Space Necromancers.

Finally, we can study fighting and such, since that's the lowest priority for Guilliman.

After all, the current empire has a large army and many generals. Let's not even mention the four Dawn Wings. Look at the Lion King and the Raven King, aren't they all top-notch warriors with outstanding achievements?

Not to mention that the Primarch's fleet now includes the Emperor's Avatar. If they encounter an extreme situation that they can't handle, they can simply launch the Emperor. No one in this universe can withstand that.

Look at Lao Luo, he only clashed with Cardia and Peturabo back then, and he's still not out of his office.

Let professionals do what they're good at.

It's not that people are saying you're bad; based on the stats, you're definitely not bad. Look at Nukelia, she can take on Angron and Luojia at once, right?
It's mainly about your historical score.

This universe has a warp, and the Primarchs are the highest level of existence in the warp.

We should still believe in metaphysics to some extent.

Let's stop thinking about fighting every day, okay?

"Let's go."

Ramses grabbed Guilliman and dragged him toward his destination.

"Since I have nothing to do, I'll go find Master Ya."

It took Nigel the Windcaller a while to stop his body from shaking like a leaf before he caught his breath and hurried to catch up.

As he passed a trash can, he casually took off his helmet and poured the mead inside.

The two slowly made their way to a rather large space inside the Dawn.

It includes a permanent passage leading directly to the government hall and the Eternal Heaven, a place that connects directly to the Formless Heaven and encompasses all the knowledge of the galaxy, portals leading to various Primarch realms, and various facilities that are so huge that they seem to come from a kingdom of giants that they cannot be used by ordinary people.

This is a platform exclusively for the Primarchs, a place for them to learn, communicate, and work.

Today, such sections are reserved on each of the Primarch ships belonging to the Queen of Glory, and even on ships like the Eternal Expedition of the Black Templar, places have long been reserved for Primarchs who have not yet returned.

Even after acquiring seven Primarchs, the Empire's need for Primarchs only increased.

Of course, this does not come from the Primarch's combat power.

While the Primarch himself is formidable in combat, he is essentially just an added bonus, further enhancing his stability as a leader.

Referring to Guilliman, who achieved the highest level of accomplishment by the standards of the Wings of Dawn in the Great Crusade, his true strength lies in his ability as a being whose basic qualities have reached the biological limit, leading a group to make leaps and bounds in the advancement of a civilization.

So at the beginning, Dawnwing had considered whether they could use other means to expand their forces if they couldn't win over the Necromancers. After all, having more hands free in a real fight meant having more initiative.

Sure enough, there really is one.

The original is gone, but there are clones of the original.

Fortunately, there weren't any mandatory requirements regarding the Primarch's combat strength.

And it's right in Tarachin's hands.

As one of the most powerful life forms in the universe, cloning the Primarch is undoubtedly extremely difficult, requiring countless hours of hard work and effort, as well as a little bit of luck.

Fortunately, although this universe is chaotic, it is not lacking in miracles.

Thanks to the tireless efforts of Fabius Bayez, the apothecary son of the Emperor, the Primarch was able to truly appear in the world more than nine thousand years ago, shortly after the end of the Great Rebellion.

The known clones are Phenus, and there are a huge number of clones. The Fallen Fugen would occasionally go looking for them and pick a couple, but most of the time they had nothing to do with the original.

After attempting to communicate with Fugen once, Finus gave up after realizing that Fugen was completely beyond saving.

Horus succeeded, but it was an accident. However, he was an old man with dementia. He was killed by Abaddon when Abaddon was cracking down on the illegal practice of traditional Chinese medicine, which further strengthened Abaddon's confidence that he was on par with the Primarch.

Next is this one in front of them.

A loyal individual who was shaped by Fabius Bayer through the uncontaminated genes of the Fugraim, inheriting all of its memories and possessing a perfectly developed body.

It can only be said that cloning a prototype requires the perfect combination of timing, location, and people.

Secondly, it is best to clone the deceased original organism to have a higher success rate.

clang!
Swords clashed.

Ding ding!

Sparks flew everywhere.

"Lord Ramses, Lord Guilliman."

After being greeted with courtesy by the sons of the Emperor from the Broken Legion as he entered the hall, two figures locked in combat appeared before Guilliman.

Guilliman looked at the face that kept flashing in his sword fights with Arthur, and beneath that long white hair was still the same handsome face from his earliest memories.

Perhaps many Primarchs saw him as arrogant and frivolous, but even Guilliman had to admit that he was the most approachable, possessing less divinity than Sanctus, and appearing more like a human, more—

Fugrim.

Guilliman raised his hand and rubbed his neck, which was starting to itch again, suppressing the anger rising up his spine. He muttered to himself that it was just a clone, and there was no need to get angry at a clone.

Dawnwing's initial plan was to pull Forgrim out to do the work, so that he could further share the pressure that was not as important as the Web Road project, allowing the others to free up more hands.

Guilliman believed that careful examination was necessary to prevent this clone from following the same path.

Because Primarchs generally do not have clones, even if this clone of Forgrim is missing a crucial part, it is still a Primarch.

Corax didn't care; he was doing just fine, and he supported her unconditionally.

They also consulted with Phenus, who was still under the Emperor's control and bound by a curse.

Finus pointed to his head to indicate that he had nothing to say.

What's rather strange is that even the lion, known for its ferocity, agreed.

clang!
Another sharp sound rang out.

Hey~
The blade broke and fell to the ground.

Under the worried gazes of the emperor's sons, including the ancient sage Rellano.

A complaint rang out from below the square.

"Why should I waste my time here?"

The battle was over, and Forgrim spoke.

“I have completed my studies, I have learned history, and I am able to fulfill the requirements you have set for me. Why can’t I leave here and participate in your cause?”

He squatted on the ground, panting, touching the bleeding wounds on his body, and couldn't help but question the still perfect knight in front of him.

"Am I not perfect enough? Can't I surpass that traitor?"

"."

Guilliman's anger, which had just subsided, flared up again.

"Like, very similar."

He couldn't help but mutter to himself, complaining to Ramses.

"This is not a good thing. I feel like I'm seeing the next Primarch."

After hearing Forgrim's speech, not only were the Emperor's sons stunned, but Guilliman also sincerely felt that the decision to release this guy needed to be reconsidered.

"It's good that you've made up your mind."

Ramses was not as pessimistic as Guilliman, and looked at Vograim with great interest.

"Because you are not actually perfect, Fugrim."

Sheathing his sword, Arthur reached out and pulled Forgrim up from the ground, shaking his head at him.

"You're in too much of a hurry."

"Thank you."

He first offered a polite thank you, then straightened his clothes, and Fugrim couldn't help but emphasize.

"I'm not in a hurry. I just hope I can be of some help. After all, seeing your current achievements, all I can do is watch from here, learning and learning some more. I—"

Foghrim paused, realizing that he might indeed be a little too concerned about this matter, and then said.

“I also want to prove myself, that I can do those things too.”

"That's precisely why I can't let you take over the Broken Legion directly, Forgrim."

Arthur waited patiently for him to finish listening before continuing.

"You're too eager to prove yourself."

"The more you feel you lack something psychologically, the less you should rush into it. This is especially true for people who are outstanding and have a high enough status. Your every move is likely to be watched by others. In such a situation, any of your shortcomings will be magnified infinitely, eventually causing unpredictable disasters."

But someone eager to prove themselves rarely realizes this.

For a Primarch, very few people would speak to him like that.

Fortunately, Arthur had a mouth.

"For example, if I said that Guilliman was a political idiot and a bad ruler, Guilliman would probably just laugh it off."

He noticed Guilliman returning from work and, at the appropriate moment, offered an example.

"Because Guilliman doesn't need to prove anything. In fact, he is an extremely good leader and a good administrator. He doesn't need to prove anything, and his decisions won't be used or targeted because of these external factors."

That's right, exactly.

Guilliman instinctively raised his head.

Many of the things Arthur says are truly valuable.

"but--"

Ramses then added a sentence.

"If you say that Guilliman's record in the Primarch battles is terrible, his combat ability is controversial, and he shouldn't be allowed to participate in boarding operations anymore, then he'll probably really panic."

"?"

Guilliman's expression changed.

On that chiseled face, eyebrows that looked like golden swords immediately furrowed into a knot.

No?

He instinctively wanted to start arguing.

Is this even comparable?

(End of this chapter)