Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Chapter 123 The Unyielding Expedition

Time passed day by day.

Even for the Primarch himself, the conversation between Guilliman and the Emperor was not a pleasant experience.

When faced with an emperor who had been trapped for millennia on the golden throne, Robert Guilliman initially thought he was the one who handed him a tool, but in reality, he was that tool.

The Emperor's will had shattered into countless pieces, but his power had expanded to an indescribable degree. Even when conversing with him, the Primarch himself felt an indescribable discomfort from that power.

And every time Robert Guilliman recalls this meeting with the Emperor, he is horrified to find that he can remember new things from the conversation.

But none of that matters anymore; the important thing is that Robert Guilliman is ready.

Just before he finished his conversation and was about to leave the throne, the Imperial Guard announced that the Emperor's son, Ultramariner Guilliman, had returned to the Empire and was meeting with the Emperor himself!

The news spread like wildfire.

Terra's officials trembled, fervent pilgrims wept, traitors in the shadows trembled with fear, and beings in the Warp growled incessantly, proclaiming the impossibility, as did the figures in the Webpath.

The traitor's army was originally prepared to blockade Altramar, but to their surprise, Robert had already jumped out and arrived in Terra without anyone noticing!

As the morning prayers sounded again, people from all walks of life, dressed in magnificent robes, gathered here just to catch a glimpse of the original body.

The air was filled with hymns sung by the choir to the emperor, while the scribes and servants, bound in the iron coffin, tirelessly recorded the grand spectacle before them with their quill pens.

The dignitaries of the Council of State and the nobles of the Terran Council rushed forward, eagerly anticipating the arrival of the Primarch: while the priests and nobles of the State Church stood out even in the bustling crowd, thanks to their extremely luxurious attire.

At that very moment, the doors of the throne room opened, and golden light seemed to radiate outwards. The devout believers were bathed in that light, as if they were receiving the emperor's blessing, and were intoxicated by the radiance.

Robert Guilliman's figure also emerged from the light.

The Primarch gripped the Emperor's Sword tightly, his face resolute as he strode down the Heavenly Steps. Amidst the astonishment and fear of the crowd, cries for enlightenment from the Primarch suddenly erupted.

But Guilliman paid no attention to this, his self-scanning sweeping over the officials in their finery.

Some officials knelt down in fear. The real existence of a Primarch completely surpassed the limits of their senses. The legendary things became tangible at this moment.

Even though the Primarch in front of me does not have his own army or Ultramarines on Terra now, he is surrounded by the Custodian Guard, hundreds or thousands of Custodian Guards.

Those golden-armored warriors, who had never appeared in public before, now stood guard around Guilliman, declaring their stance, or rather the Emperor's stance, in a way that could not be ignored!

Guilliman looked at the presence before him and greeted the bustling crowd with absolute composure and peace.

He already knew what Terra had become.

But hope remains!

Therefore, Robert Guilliman's first order was to immediately summon all the Lords of Terra, where he would announce a resolution in a solemn council.

Ten thousand years later, Robert Guilliman will once again assume the position of Supreme Commander of the Empire. He will crown himself Regent of the Empire and immediately announce a plan to launch an expedition to reclaim all the lost territories of the human empire.

The Unyielding Expedition, to commence immediately.

And within the curtain of the gods.

The Emperor's thirteenth son, Guilliman, shone with such brilliance that he did not escape the eyes of even the most distant Dark Lords.

Chaos's confidants reacted differently, but they all began to gather strength and wait for an opportunity to act.

Having just completed the twelfth Black Crusade, and with his great victory seemingly within reach, Abaddon the Marauder—

The Great Raiders, who had gathered a staggering number of traitors and were preparing to strike, felt a sense of unease upon hearing of Robert Guilliman's awakening.

Immediately, he enraged and summoned and bound Carlos, the Lord of Deception.

"Tell me! Why has the Primarch awakened so suddenly! You and I should both know that the Primarch's era has long passed! But now Guilliman has awakened, and he will disrupt all our plans!"

Abaddon, holding Draconion, stared menacingly at the Archmage Tzeentch before him.

Draconion is a powerful Chaos Sword containing an extremely powerful, indivisible Chaos Demon, Draconion, born from humanity's first murder.

He is not one of the four Chaos Gods, yet his power is so great that he can even kill an emperor, and countless souls he has killed wailed on his blade.

Now, Abaddon held the demonic sword tightly in his hand, and looking at the two-headed bird in front of him, he suppressed the urge to strike the creature with his sword.

Not long ago, Carlos had confidently told him that the current human empire was like a prisoner slowly strangling himself with a noose, boasting that he controlled the future and that with the power of the four gods, Abaddon would be invincible in the future.

Upon hearing this prophecy, Abaddon lowered his guard and prepared to launch the 13th Black Crusade, building upon the foundation of the previous 12 Black Crusades.

But what awaited him was the news of Guilliman's return. The existence of a Primarch was earth-shattering news for the physical universe, but this news happened without any warning.

"These must all be contingency plans left behind by that cursed one!"

Carlos stated confidently, "I saw him awaken, initially in Altera, but the next moment, almost teleporting, he crossed the galaxy and appeared outside Terra's palace! I saw him about to announce another expedition!"

"But it doesn't matter. Guilliman's brothers will handle things on his side. Your 13th expedition will still be a guaranteed victory!"

"That would be best!"

Even after receiving confirmation of the prophecy from the man before him, Abaddon still felt uneasy.

For some reason, he always felt that Guilliman's resurrection represented the arrival of a new era. Only if the last offspring of the False Emperor was killed by other Primarchs, or severely injured again, could the Great Raiders feel somewhat at ease.

However, as the Chaos Warmaster, Abaddon knew that ten thousand years later, although the Empire would also be decaying, the power of Chaos would be equally worrisome.

Therefore, he must prepare for both ends. He must speed up his pace and be willing to give up some things at critical moments in order to achieve his greatest goal.

He also commanded Carlos to flap his wings and fly in the warp.

As ordered by the War Master, the Weavers will set off immediately to search the galaxy for enough living forces to fight the enemy.

Meanwhile, in two hellish worlds countless miles apart, Crimson Magnus, Morthalion, the Lord of Death, and the serpents beneath Slaanesh's veil have now received a series of messages about their brother's rebirth.