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Chapter 115: Holy Number 9, Tzeentch's Chosen One is online (Update)
The quantum resonance device hummed, receiving signals from the other side of the galaxy.

The holographic projection was constantly refreshed by the influx of data, and finally the figure of Guilliman was outlined.

"Your Excellency the Regent." Qin Yun greeted him.

"Saint," Guilliman responded. "I apologize for disturbing you."

"I didn't mean to disturb you." Qin Yun looked at Guilliman's expression and asked, "Did something happen?"

Guilliman nodded. "There are indeed some matters requiring your advice, Sage."

"A disease called 'Tear Plague' has appeared in the star systems of Drow, Thalassa, and Parmenio..."

After Qin Yun left, Guilliman immediately launched an expedition.

With the help of the Pharos Lighthouse, the battle was carried out much faster than expected.

The loyalists from all over fought back hard, forcing the Chaos faction to retreat step by step.

However, just as the loyalists were winning, a disease called the 'Plague of Tears' broke out.
The patient will shed tears uncontrollably, the tears are thick and have a foul odor, and in a short time they will cover the entire face. It will also cause malignant redness and swelling.
The disease spread very quickly, but strangely, when Guilliman arrived at the affected areas, a "miracle" occurred and the disease disappeared.
Wherever Guilliman goes, the 'Tear Plague' will disappear, but where he leaves, the 'Tear Plague' will return.

"Is it Nurgle's masterpiece?" Qin Yun asked.

Guilliman nodded, "Yes, Grand Master Vodace persuaded me to give up and go to Terra first."

"Because the 'Tear Plague' is the masterpiece of the Plague God. Whenever I arrive at a place, it will take away the 'blessing'. As soon as I leave, it will spread it again."

"I had an argument with Vordais, and seeing Ultramar in such deep suffering, I couldn't really withdraw. So I contacted you to get your opinion."

Qin Yun said, "You care too much about your people. For a ruler, kindness is a fatal weakness. The enemy will take advantage of this to waste your time and energy."

"Your father has no time to care about the real world, and your brother's whereabouts are still unknown. Guilliman, you are humanity's only hope, and the only one who can currently integrate the human empire."

"You must learn how to fight Chaos, learn to hide your thoughts and plans like your father, the Emperor, so that they cannot guess your intentions."

"I finally understand why my father behaved so strangely in the past," Guilliman said self-deprecatingly. "Fighting Chaos is no easy task."

Many of the Emperor's past actions were not understood by the Primarchs.
Ten thousand years later, Guilliman reviewed the Emperor's various actions from the perspective of a later comer, and realized how terrifying his father's judgment and grasp of the overall situation were.

He challenged the gods with his mortal wisdom and intended to overthrow the throne of the gods.

"If it was your father, how do you think he would deal with this matter?" Qin Yun returned the question to Guilliman.

"He would abandon Ultramar without hesitation, return to Terra, take power, and then find a way to gather troops and fight the enemy again." Guilliman knew his father very well.

"You know the answer, and you're communicating with me only to confirm it." Qin Yun said, "Then I can tell you now, go to Terra, Lord Regent. If you stay in Macragge, you'll be like a fly in a bottle, unable to stir up any waves."

"You must abandon Ultramar and establish your own identity. You are the ruler of the Empire and the leader of humanity. Necessary sacrifices are indispensable."

"Besides, the situation in Ultramar isn't too bad. Before you returned, your heir, Calgar, had been protecting it well. You just need to give him the power."

"I understand. I will proceed to Terra," Guilliman said. "Thank you for your guidance, Saint. For the sake of human civilization, necessary sacrifices must always be made."

"Don't worry too much. I'll find a way to take care of Ultramar and have the Chosen One stay by Calgar's side. If he encounters an enemy or a problem he can't solve, I'll help him."

Qin Yun made a promise to appease Guilliman.

Let him have no worries.

Qin Yun knew Guilliman's attitude towards Ultramar, which was his little kingdom.
During the Great Crusade, the other party took good care of the kingdom and tried their best to maintain stability and peace.

As soon as the promise was made, a smile appeared on Guilliman's dull face.

This made Qin Yun wonder for a moment whether this guy was deliberately telling him this in exchange for a promise.

Before the communication ended, Guilliman told Qin Yun another thing.

Archmagos Cawl is installing a small beacon aboard Macragge's Glory.
After successful completion,

Macragge's Glory and Imperial Glory can now communicate instantly.

This surprised Qin Yun a little. He thought that based on the other party's personality, he would hesitate for a while and observe Sousa for a while before tentatively setting up the lighthouse.

It was probably the "Tear Plague" incident that made the Primarch realize the importance of communication and choose to compromise.

Of course, only one was built on the Glory of Macragge.

For the time being, it is enough for Xiling to remotely assign tasks and distribute rewards to players.

Communication ends and projection turns off.

Qin Yun thought about Guilliman's pilgrimage.

As the only active Loyalist Primarch, the gods watched over Guilliman.
The other rebel primarchs were also secretly plotting various sinister plans, intending to drag their brother into eternal hell.

There are many crises along the way, and Magnus, Fulgrim, etc. may appear.

"Owner."

Xiling interrupted Qin Yun's thoughts.

"What's wrong?" Qin Yun looked at the little angel.

"The list of the ninth batch of players is out. Do you need to take a look?" Xiling said.

"Let's take a look." Qin Yun suppressed the thoughts about the pilgrimage expedition in his mind and did his own thing first.

The projection screen appeared in front of Qin Yun.

A total of 18,000 game players' IDs appeared in front of Qin Yun.

Qin Yun glanced around and his gaze stopped on the ID of the 9999th player, frowning.

Guilliman is the Sun

"Old Thirteen? Did you change your name?"

"Chosen for the ninth time, and such a sensitive number. Is the Emperor possessed by Tzeentch?"

"Or is he related to Tzeentch?"

Xiling leaned over and asked.

"Is there a problem, Master?"

Qin Yun continued to scroll down and shook his head, "No problem, let's do it this way." It's not that Qin Yun is careless. If the Emperor is controlled by Jianqi, then it doesn't matter whether Old Thirteen is given a place in the game or not.

If the Emperor was not controlled by Tzeentch, then the incident with Old Thirteen was purely coincidental.
It is possible that it has something to do with Tzeentch.

He was quite curious about this, what kind of relationship did Old Thirteen have with Jianqi? !

Could it be Tzeentch's preferred demon?
"Okay, Master, I'll go distribute the helmets right away."

Xiling left and distributed gaming helmets to the selected players.

………………

As game spots were distributed, the official forum and chat group of Warhammer OL became extremely lively.

Chat group.

Guilliman is the sun: "'laughing.jpg' 'arrogant.jpg' 'arrogant.jpg' I got it, I got it, brothers, I finally got it."

God's Chosen Little Alpaca: "What happened to Old Thirteen?"

I don’t want to be a stinky canned food: “Have you become a fan?”

Output Slaanesh ten times in one night: "I must be too happy, phlegm is coming up, and I'm confused. I need to find a foster father to slap me a few times."

Second Empire Warmaster: "Don't be afraid, child. Your godfather is here."

Da Mo Gu Yan: "Count me in too."

Director Qi only wants to improve: "And me."

Output Slaanesh ten times in one night: "@Guilliman is the sun, I never thought that there are so many adoptive fathers who care about you?"

Guilliman is the sun: "Get lost, I got a spot in the internal test, what Fan Jin."

"I had given up hope, but who could have imagined such a sudden turn of events and a ray of hope."

Afterwards, another photo was sent to the group, which was the Warhammer OL gaming helmet.

The Twisting Man used the Twisting Hammer: "Did you use the Tzeentch Turbulence last time?"

Dora is the God of All Machines: "Being chosen for the ninth time means he definitely believes in Tzeentch."

The Big Bad Wolf playing Red Hat: "You damned Chosen of Tzeentch, where is the Inquisition? Where is the Inquisition?"

"........."

Guilliman is the Sun: "You bastards, I am loyal to the Emperor. As the saying goes, there is only one sun in the sky, and in my heart there is only one sun, the Emperor."

Second Empire Warmaster: "Look at your ID before you say that."

Guilliman is the sun: "Guilliman is the little sun in my heart."

"........."

…………

The ninth batch of players went online three days after the helmets were distributed.

The entry point is the Cathedral of Tyrian Hive as always.

Nearly 20,000 players logged in at the same time, and the scene was quite spectacular.

Several high-ranking officials of the Tyrian Hive had to redeploy personnel to maintain order.

Old players such as Dora and MC Mythology came early to prepare for the new round of recruitment.

"There are so many newcomers this time. At a glance, they are all heads."

"Yeah, I wonder if there are any SSR-level talents this time. I hope they can recruit more talents in science and engineering."

"We need a pilot, a pilot."

"Is there anyone who has served in the navy? We want those who have served in the navy."

"........."

Just then, there was a commotion in the crowd.

A player who was obviously much bigger than the others was groping his face with his hands in confusion.

Even though he was only at level one, that guy had a physique that was not inferior to that of an Astartes, and was even stronger than that of an Astartes.

A normal Astartes is only about two meters tall, but this guy is more than three meters tall, only slightly shorter than the Guide.

There is an indescribable simplicity and wisdom in his eyes.

"Holy shit, how could there be an Ogryn!!"

"Is it a hidden character?"

“Are there any hidden characters?”

"Any conditions?"

"........."

Dora and MC Shinhwa looked at each other, then separated from the crowd with the others and walked up to the Ogrin.

"Are you Old Thirteen?"

Ogrin touched his head and nodded.
"who are you?"

"I'm Dora. Damn, Old Thirteen, you still say you're not Tzeentch's Chosen One?"

"I'm Ogryn. Does that have anything to do with me being Tzeentch's Chosen?"

Dora stretched out her hands and said, "Count how many fingers you have here. After you count, I'll tell you where the problem lies."

“1、2、3、4、5、6、7、8、9、10，一共10根啊，现在说吧。”

PS: I have paid back what I owed.
(End of this chapter)