This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 557 Are you kidding me, bro?
A young man whose biological age is only 150 years old, and an Inquisitor who, by the standards of a biological psionicist, would have lived for at least several hundred years, stood before the Primarch in his mortal form.

Not to mention the veterans who were already on edge, even Forgrim and Nigel the Windcaller, who was sweating profusely with fear, were stunned.

As one of the few people present who showed no signs of emotional distress when facing the Primarch, Aglaia remained expressionless except for a proper bow when she met Guilliman's gaze, which was filled with a multitude of complex emotions.

There was no subjective opinion on the story, nor any unexpected emotion expressed; there was only a dedication to history and a respect for recording these events, which would otherwise have been unknown, in writing without any subjective bias.

Just kidding. If you had been tortured in front of Lord Ramses for over a hundred years and occasionally witnessed historical events that were laughable when the emperor was present, you would be just as bad.

My heart has grown accustomed to these little things, and I may never experience joy or sorrow again in this life. My purpose is to accurately record the history that should be correctly understood by the public, and to allow those stories that should not be buried to shine in their right time.

This applies even when facing the Primarch.

Not afraid.

Despite Guilliman's gaze, which seemed to say something like, "Can you please not write in so much detail? Just write that it was a four-on-one game and they won in the end," the judge remained unmoved.

Unlike in ancient times, although out of respect for history she would choose to use ancient Chinese, which also carries a heavy historical weight, she has no shortage of paper.

The history book in his arms glowed, containing supreme divine power from the subspace, ensuring that he could find the content he needed with each reading and that there was enough space for each record.

I'm not afraid, I'm just not afraid.

Good for you!

Seeing that there was someone even more arrogant than him, Nigal instantly felt the sun shine again, the rain stop, and he was back on his feet.

Glancing at Nigal, Aglaia took out her own history book, which was always shining with a pale golden light, turned a couple of pages, and added a few strokes to her biography.

Nigal the Windcaller, a Fenrisian, the priest of the Space Wolf.

He was over three hundred years old and, as a high-ranking rune priest, entered the Dawn to learn psionic arts.

Upon seeing the original text of their conversations and observing their skillful exchanges, I found that they showed no restraint compared to their colleagues, displaying neither respect nor contempt.

When the Lord of Uthram came near, he fell silent and retreated.

This made Nigar, who had just been energized, back down.

Ramses nodded to himself.

He has some skill.

Realizing that offering suggestions might lead to Aglaia adding some kind of humiliation to his record—"Otara's subjective record, which I found offensive, and I refused to change it"—Guilliman felt his dark history was spiraling out of control, and he felt his life was over.

Now I regret it.

He simply put his weapon down on the rack, no longer thinking about optimizing conventional weapon production. Guilliman showed no joy whatsoever at the moment of regaining his former glory.

Very sorry.

Why did he have to meddle? He should have directed the positions from the beginning. That way, Aglaia would only remember him for his strategic planning, not for starting to strategize after being knocked down in three moves.

Now, no one cares about Guilliman's subsequent command and crucial role in breaking the deadlock; everyone is only concerned about Guilliman being forced into a 4v1 situation and getting stuck in the wall in three moves at the start.

Guilliman's gaze swept over Aglaia's figure, who seemed to be writing something down, and then he looked around.

The space wolf who was laughing the loudest has already wisely run away.

To avoid offending the Primarch, most of the surrounding Astartes scattered like birds and beasts, whether to go about their own business or to spread the great deeds of someone.

The thought of Primarchs fighting each other on the Dawn soon, and someone being defeated in three moves against multiple opponents, made Guilliman feel so embarrassed that he almost dug out a three-bedroom apartment.

Am I really not suited for fighting?

This time it's alright, it's just a social death. Last time when fighting Forgrim, he was physically dead. If it weren't for the Ultramarines saving his body, he would have suffered the same fate as Fernus.

Wouldn't the next time be a double whammy of social death and physical death?
The image of himself after his defeat, being told "You're awake" by Ramses, and then getting back up in front of his brothers began to flash through his mind.

No, no!

Shaking his head, and seeing that there was no one around, Guilliman fell into deep thought for the sake of his posthumous reputation, forming two statues with Forgrim.

"Teaching something once will make it easy to learn."

Arthur, who had been silently observing all of this, sighed.

"really."

Ramses agreed.

This can be considered a small scheme they orchestrated while taking advantage of the situation.

Just then, Forgrim was getting fed up with everyone carrying the team and farming the economy, and he was still in the champion selection screen. Guilliman, seeing how reliable his teammates were, decided to take a swipe at the Comoros problem to get revenge on Forgrim.

After discussing it, we decided to get it done all at once.

Fogrem, look at this. What's the point of you being so obsessed with soloing Arthur? Do you really think you're some kind of god? Look at us now, everyone's teaming up and we've taken care of him in just a few minutes. What's wrong with the group attack method?

Don't worry too much about Chaos Corruption. Just avoiding it is already a win. There's no need for you to prove that you're better than the original version. When you encounter Fugen, just call for reinforcements and attack together to take them down.

Original version? Where can I find the original version?
I am the original!
And Guilliman.

You either need to change your fighting style, or don't go in at all. This time, being knocked down by Master Ya's three swords and left outside was meant to let those unpredictable chaotic scum be killed in three moves.

You can send a few guys with high health to test the waters first, then you can command them to beat Forgrim to his knees, and then drag him to you for you to deal with. Isn't that the same principle?

In the past, my verbal advice would go in one ear and out the other. I would agree readily, but all I could think in my heart was that I would never do that again next time.

How many "next chances" can one have in a lifetime?

Why complicate things when you can win in one go?

Now that's great, we can take this opportunity to start teaching them directly.

Don't know how to call for backup? Let me show you how satisfying it is to call for backup.

You're still thinking of trying to prove yourself again, huh? Well, here's what happens when you try to prove yourself.

Fugrim understood.

Calling in help to solve problems is really satisfying; I can't even quit ice, let alone this.

Guilliman understood.

This time it's been recorded in history books. Adding to the two during the Great Rebellion, that's the third time. If it happens a few more times, Guilliman will truly be nailed to the pillar of historical shame.

Everyone has their own strengths. If one person can do everything, then what are the others supposed to do?
"Take a look at this."

Arthur stepped forward and handed Forgrim an appointment document containing imperial psionic power.

"This is."

Taking the document, Fugrim squinted at the sudden flash of text and began to examine its contents.

Letter of Appointment of Fugrim as Governor of the New Star Economic Zone

The New Star Economic Zone is also known as the former site of the Tau Empire. Part of the former site of the Tau Empire was the Damocles Bay area of ​​the ancient Great Otralama, which has been reassigned to Great Otralama. The remaining part is near the Dawn Starfield, which is now the New Star Economic Zone.

Previously, it had no leader and was underdeveloped, so it was basically a relatively safe logistics center, jointly managed by Alteramar and the Dawn Starfield. In addition, it was far away from the Primarch homeworld, such as Jogris and Nocturne, which were also located in the Extreme Starfield. Now it is suitable to hand it over to Fugrim.

Later, the warbands of the loyalists of the rebel legions were also transferred there and placed under the unified command of the Broken Legion.

Fugrim immediately looked surprised.

The Governor of the New Star Special Economic Zone.

It encompassed military and political power over several star sectors.

No.

He opened his mouth, too shocked to speak.

Forgrim initially thought that after passing the test, he could lead Taviz and the other sons of the emperor back onto the path of atonement. In any case, he wouldn't have to hide his identity to learn or investigate, but would be able to do more things that he was capable of.

He was content as long as he could lead the emperor's sons; he dared not ask for anything else, after all, the original owner of this body had a history of rebellion and was the one who had fallen the most completely.

What do you mean by sending me a kingdom directly?
As Fugrim looked at the gleaming golden document in his hand, feeling the gaze of a greater individual, he suddenly felt the document was unusually hot to handle.

The emperor didn't send him anything during the Great Expedition!
"Actually, it was because you didn't want it."

Arthur kindly reminded him.

"If you have the will to govern, look to Guilliman; as long as you don't slow down the Great Crusade, the Emperor will agree."

Giving Fugrim a territory is a consensus among everyone.

Guilliman has said more than once that Fograim is like a more popular version of himself.

To be able to turn a highly polluted, resource-scarce dead world like Chemos into a utopia where almost everyone can detach themselves from material things and satisfy their spiritual pursuits.

The key is that it was accomplished through non-violent means.

This level of governance is so poor it's a waste to put him to the dust on the throne.

At present, Dawnwing's strategy is to prioritize the development of the Limit Starfield, which is within their reach and where Terra's rule is not stable. As for competing with Terra for governance, that is a natural consequence.

When your fleet can solve problems before Terra's, when your goods are more abundant than Terra's, and when your ideological influence gradually surpasses Terra's, power will naturally shift.

Large-scale bloodshed was no longer necessary after the emergence of multiple Primarchs. Terra's only task, besides maintaining apparent stability, was to buy time for the Custodians to relocate those dangerous creations.

Besides, the Highlords are cleaning toilets just fine in Terra, so why should they do it?

Are you suggesting we clean toilets?
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After hearing Arthur's explanation, Fogrem's expression remained blank.

"It's a pity that you yourselves have the idea of ​​'father loves me, I love my father' ingrained in your minds, and you implicitly agree to be loyal to the emperor. The emperor implicitly agrees that this is all you have to pursue, and you never even think to ask for anything. Then you complain bitterly about your treatment."

Ramses added a sentence.

“Look at Corax, he can open his mouth and say that he plans to lead his comrades to unify the planet. The Emperor just waits for him to complete the unification. After the Ravenguard was destroyed, he could even get the manufacturing method of the Super Ravenguard from the Emperor on Terra. Isn’t it just because he can talk?”

This was also a major reason why the Crow King became withdrawn later.

He believed he received more treatment than his brothers, yet he accomplished nothing and ruined everything, unaware that these were things a Primarch should have.

"When a bunch of Primarchs were full of resentment because of their treatment, the Emperor saw that they were all so self-disciplined. They were just like his own sons. He was happy that his sons went to fight the Great Crusade empty-handed."

The invisible man huddled in the corner frowned.

Fogrem couldn't help but chuckle.

Ramses's words were far too blunt.

He was the only one present. If Horus were still here, he would have shown off his gleaming centaur ring and argued with him.

He also thought of Peturabo, who had become the third Primarch to be declassified.

This is a typical example.

"Therefore, communication is the most important thing."

Arthur said to Fogrem:
"After Ramses, you will be added to the group. Once you are in the development team, don't forget about daily communication. You can talk about any problems in the group chat, and we will read them. Don't act unilaterally in the event of any emergency. Communication is real-time, and we all receive intelligence at the same time."

Just as the goal is to improve the average living standards of human settlements, the Dawnwings are strengthening the ideological development and combat effectiveness of local forces while establishing a command structure that directly controls the Primarchs on a planetary basis.

Once this framework is in place, the Wings of Dawn will be able to use the faith framework to precisely target cultists after establishing a foothold in the warp.

In addition, the Imperial Navy fleet, which has been deployed on a large scale as the subspace environment has improved and the productivity of the real universe has expanded, ensures security, while the Charter Fleet, equipped with the Subsurface Module, maintains logistics.

What we're asking now is, stop giving me excuses about chaos, pollution, and the difficulty of governance. We'll solve those problems. Your immediate priority, as planetary officials, is to develop the planet's productivity and lead the people towards a better life.

The same applies to the original.

Now that real-time communication is set up, a microphone is right next to your mouth, and a headset is provided. People even ask you how you are doing. So please stop giving me excuses like being pressed for time.

If you have any questions, just let us know in the group chat, and we'll definitely be able to come up with a solution.

If no one can figure it out, then stop trying. Prioritize preserving your manpower first. There's nothing shameful about running away.

If it dares to go alone, it's no ordinary Primarch; it must be sent to the Lion King immediately.

"After that, you are free to do as you please. The requirements and indicators are in the attached documents. Our only requirement is that humanity can live a better life."

Arthur patted Fogrim on the shoulder and said.

“And you have always done a great job in this regard.”

The Dawnwings so casually described the territory that, during the Great Crusade, was enough to constitute an empire.

"I--"

The topic returned to the issue of appointment, but Forgrim seemed unusually conflicted.

Although Arthur sincerely praised the idea that eternity could fill anyone with immense pride, Fogrem wanted to say that he had only wanted to fight at first.

With his gaze fixed on the letter of appointment, his superhuman mind had already sketched out the outline of the territory in the New Star Development Zone.

You mean that just a second ago I was not trusted and only wanted to prove my ability to stand on my own, and was planning to join the construction of the empire?

Then, after passing an incredibly easy test, I will be able to gain control of multiple star sectors, not only to build my own army but also to mobilize the entire sector's productivity to serve me.

And the obligation I have to fulfill is exactly what I have always wanted to do.

Are you kidding me, bro?
　P.S.: Sorry, I was dealing with the return and exchange of valuable items yesterday, and it took a long time. I was also very angry, which caused the delay.

I apologize, sob sob sob.

　
(End of this chapter)