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Ever since he became the personal spy for the Emperor and the Imperial Regent, he had been immersed in clues of conspiracy and betrayal every day. Over time, he saw that his brothers all seemed to have evil intentions and were ready to rebel at any time.

"How about this, you should concentrate on taking care of the affairs with Randan first. As for the matter about Guilliman, put it aside for now and don't pay any more attention to it." The regent's tone was full of unquestionable decisiveness, and at the same time, there was a hint of worry about Alpharius.

She really couldn't understand why Alpharius was so sure that his brotherhood would rebel. This unfounded suspicion was undoubtedly a time bomb that could explode at any time in the current complex and sensitive situation.

The regent sat quietly on the throne, his eyes revealing a hint of fatigue and confusion.

She knew in her heart that in this vast empire, the political situation was complicated and the forces of all parties were intertwined.

Each Primarch holds a pivotal position and immeasurable influence, and any slight disturbance may cause an uproar.

In fact, if you just walk down the streets of Terra and ask any ordinary citizen which Primarch is most likely to rebel, the answer you get will most likely be Guilliman.

The man who acted in a high-profile manner and even posted imperial immigration propaganda advertisements directly in front of the people of Terra, his every move seemed to be declaring his ambition all the time.

The Emperor's Guards and some of the Primarchs also saw it this way.

But even so, it would be too hasty to investigate a Primarch based on some groundless speculation without solid evidence.

"You go down first." The Regent gently pressed his throbbing temple, frowned, and said to Alpharius.

She needed some time to sort out her thoughts, re-examine the current situation, and find a more appropriate response.

"Yes." Alpharius bowed slightly, a hint of loss and unwillingness flashed in his eyes, but he still retreated obediently.

The Hydra's figure gradually disappeared into the palace corridor, leaving behind only the slightly heavy footsteps.

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In Ultramar's core government hall, light pours in through the huge stained glass windows, casting a sacred and solemn aura on the entire space.

Guilliman, the Primarch revered as the Lord of Five Hundred Worlds, was sitting at the large desk made of rare star wood, devoting himself to the mountain of government affairs.

The documents and files before the Lord of Ultramar were like a sea of ​​paper, densely packed together and almost occupying the entire desk.

Guilliman's eyes moved quickly between these documents, and his brain began to operate in multiple threads like a sophisticated and powerful engine.

Sometimes he frowned slightly and fell into deep thought, and sometimes he quickly picked up a pen and wrote concise and powerful comments on the documents.

The quill that was feared by all the Primarchs was now firmly held in his hand.

This seemingly ordinary pen contains endless power.

Just by writing books, countless alien races were destroyed.

Under its brush, galaxies were successfully gathered, and countless planets voluntarily chose to surrender to Guilliman.

As the number of conquered worlds increased, the responsibilities and pressures Guilliman assumed also increased, and the affairs he handled became more and more complicated.

Whenever he felt mentally exhausted, Guilliman would close his eyes and conjure up a peaceful and beautiful picture in his mind: after the Great Crusade, he owned a vast farmland and lived a leisurely and contented rural life.

In that farmland, with the breeze blowing and the wheat waves rolling, he can stay away from the smoke of war and political disputes and enjoy the tranquility and peace of nature.

This beautiful fantasy, like a ray of warm sunshine, always injects new strength into him when he is most tired, allowing him to cheer up again and work harder.

Whenever he had free time besides his busy government affairs, Guilliman would gather his sons and earnestly admonish them to learn from the Astartes of other legions.

The Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds knows very well that each legion has its own unique advantages and strengths. Only by continuous learning and mutual reference can his legion become stronger.

In the process of his conquest, he often felt guilty and ashamed.

Because as he continued to merge other worlds into his own five hundred worlds, he increasingly felt that his actions might be a little too aggressive.

The Emperor never told him clearly how large his Five Hundred Worlds should be, which often caused him to fall into self-doubt and reflection on the road of expansion.

As for the rumors circulating in the outside world that he was ambitious and wanted to rebel, Guilliman always found them too absurd and ridiculous every time he heard them.

In his heart, the Emperor is his belief and the existence for which he is willing to give everything.

All his efforts were to realize the Emperor's grand vision and to make the Empire more prosperous.

This was something the Lord of Five Hundred Worlds could not understand. How could anyone question his loyalty to the Emperor? Even the almighty Regent had never had such doubts about him.

Thinking of this, Guilliman shook his head slightly, a helpless smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he refocused his attention on the government affairs in front of him.

This was already the third day, and the long period of concentration had made him a little tired, and his vision was slightly blurred.

Guilliman put down his quill and reached for the coffee cup on the table.

The rich aroma of coffee wafted into his nose, the mellow taste, the hot liquid slid down his throat, the bitterness instantly spread across the tip of his tongue, dispelling his tiredness and gradually clearing his chaotic consciousness.

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Chapter 197: Guilliman Doesn't Know He's Going to Rebellion

When Lord Internal Affairs Yuton stepped into the office of the Lord of Five Hundred Worlds, the entire space seemed to be instantly enveloped by her powerful aura.

On both sides, the most powerful Ultramarines from the Five Hundred Worlds bowed their heads in unison in salute the moment she stepped in.

Yuton's eyes fell directly on the busy figure in front of the desk. She opened her mouth slightly and said softly but firmly: "My Robert, you should rest."

The voice of the Lord of Internal Affairs was filled with the care and worry that only a mother could have, as she stepped into the office.

Seeing her son's busy appearance, a trace of obvious displeasure emerged on her slightly wrinkled face, and her brows were tightly furrowed, as if each wrinkle concealed a deep worry about her son's health.

Robert drinks too much coffee on a daily basis. If this continues for a long time, the damage to his body will be immeasurable.

"Lady Euton, I will go to rest after I finish this." Guilliman's thoughts were interrupted by Euton's words. At that moment, a trace of imperceptible anger flashed in his eyes.

After all, he was fully devoted to his work, and anyone would be a little annoyed by such a sudden interruption.

But the moment his eyes met Yudon, the anger was instantly extinguished as if by a basin of cold water.

Guilliman saw the increasingly obvious wrinkles on his mother's face. The traces of time had carved deep marks on her face. This instantly turned the irritation in his heart into endless guilt and heartache, and he suppressed the anger.

"Well, but you should combine work and rest," Eudon walked forward a few steps, came to Guilliman's side, and continued earnestly,

"Just as the Regent would delegate less important matters, reports on political matters not related to major battles, or political affairs to the Empire's Left and Right Prime Ministers, you should also learn to distribute your work reasonably and give yourself some breathing space."

Her eyes were full of love and expectation. She really couldn't bear to see her son so exhausted. She sincerely hoped that her son could understand her painstaking efforts and learn to take care of himself.

“But there are very few people who are trustworthy, capable, and understand governance at the same time.”

As Guilliman spoke, the quill in his hand kept writing on the document.

Years of high-intensity work have already enabled him to develop the ability to multitask. Even if he has to deal with hundreds of matters at the same time, it does not prevent him from communicating with his mother.

Yuton nodded slightly, his eyes full of love and concern. After thinking for a moment, he slowly spoke:

"I have a suggestion. We might as well establish schools on various planets in the Five Hundred Worlds and recruit and train those with extraordinary talents."

"In school, we will teach them knowledge and skills in various fields, including psionics, politics, and martial arts. Upon completion of their studies, those with outstanding results will come to Macragge. As long as they receive your approval, the students who carry your gene-seed will become your most outstanding offspring, a new generation of powerful warriors.

"Even those students who didn't perform well enough and didn't make it through the final selection can still use what they've learned to become your effective assistants. This will not only lighten your burden, but also make it easier for you to control those worlds."

Euton spoke attentively in front of his son. On the surface, this was just a slight change to Guilliman's current talent selection method in the Five Hundred Worlds.

Instead of directly selecting outstanding talents from various planets to join Astartes, they were allowed to enter the school system first.

But in reality, she harbors hidden selfish motives. Over the years, the Emperor and the Regent have grown in influence at the center of power.

She was afraid that her son Robert would be attracted to their forces and taken away, so this arrangement would somewhat bind Guilliman more tightly to Macragge.

"Well, indeed, Ms. Euton, your proposal is very ingenious. But I am really worried about Terra's reaction. Will such a move arouse their suspicion for no reason?"

Guilliman frowned slightly, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes. He put down the quill in his hand and tapped the table with his fingers, making a rhythmic sound, as if he was weighing the pros and cons.

In fact, he had thought of this idea before, but every time the thought came up, he suppressed it rationally.

In this volatile situation, Terra's every move affects the entire body, and any seemingly small decision may cause huge waves.

Upon hearing this, Yudon was silent for a long time, looking at his son with a gentle yet unquestionable firmness in his eyes.

On Macragge, and indeed throughout the Five Hundred Worlds, Guilliman's prestige was unmatched. Everyone, from the common people to the Ultramarines, even those warriors from Terra, felt that the Lord of Macragge was worthy of the unconditional favor of the Emperor and the Regent.

He alone was worthy of this Primarch.

But only Guilliman himself seemed unaware of this.

"But this is the mission the Emperor has given you, Robert." Euden finally spoke, his voice soft but powerful.

"You bear a heavy responsibility. You must keep the Five Hundred Worlds firmly in your hands. Only in this way can you live up to the high expectations of the Emperor and the Regent. They trust you and entrust you with the task of protecting this vast world. What's wrong with you using your means to consolidate your foundation?"

Guilliman paused, lost in thought.

In his mind, it was as if there were countless crisscrossing silk threads, and at this moment, new threads were added, and all his thoughts began to run rapidly around Yuton's proposal.

The Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds knows very well that this not only concerns the future of the Five Hundred Worlds, but is also closely related to the delicate balance of forces among all parties.

Accepting the proposal might greatly enhance one's own strength and dominance, but if it is not handled properly, it will arouse Terra's suspicion and dissatisfaction, and the consequences will be disastrous; but if it is rejected, it will be a pity, missing out on a great opportunity to strengthen rule and cultivate talents.

Guilliman frowned, and repeatedly deduced various possibilities in his mind, trying to find a foolproof plan that could achieve his goal while avoiding conflict.

"In fact, you can also gather your Primarch brothers and sisters to discuss and establish such a system. That way, there won't be too many objections from Terra."

Lord of Internal Affairs Euden leaned forward slightly, his eyes fixed on Guilliman, his eyes full of expectation and encouragement, and slowly proposed this compromise.

Guilliman's originally furrowed brows relaxed instantly, and his eyes suddenly lit up, like a traveler who had been groping in the dark for a long time and suddenly saw the dawn.

This proposal cleverly avoided the minefield of suspicion that might arise. If all the Primarchs participated in it and jointly promoted the system of establishing schools and cultivating talents on various planets, it would no longer be Guilliman's own action, but a consensus among all the Primarchs.

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Chapter 198: Welcome to Tzeentch, the loyal and dark Chancellor of the Empire!

"But we have to wait until the Battle of Randan is over." Guilliman's voice was full of fatigue and helplessness. He slowly raised his head and looked at the vast universe outside the window, as if he could see the brutal fighting on the front line through the endless void.

"I just received a report from the front lines. The five Titan legions I sent as reinforcements have been completely annihilated. The Ultramarines have suffered 7 casualties, and the mortal auxiliary forces have suffered countless more."

Every word he spoke seemed to be tearing at the softest part of his heart. These sacrificed soldiers were his right-hand men in protecting the galaxy. Now that they had suffered such a heavy blow, how could he not feel grief.

Upon hearing this, Yuton's originally relaxed brows instantly twisted into the shape of a "川" character, and his eyes were full of shock and worry.

"How can Ran Dan be so powerful? What about the other legions?"

She asked anxiously, her hands clenching unconsciously, as if this could relieve some of the pressure on her son.

Guilliman took a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil in his heart, but the heaviness in his words was still hard to conceal.

"Jonson's Paragon of Hate, the Glorious Queen, has been overwhelmed by 2,000 casualties. The number of casualties on board is simply uncountable.

"On Leman Rus's side, the mortal auxiliary army was completely wiped out. Except for a few veterans, the rest of the Space Wolves are almost all recruits."

"Aurora and Huile's legions also suffered heavy losses, and they also had to endure fierce attacks from the Mechanicus."

"Back then, they used their own names as guarantors to borrow fifteen Titan legions from the Adeptus Mechanicus, but now they've all become a pile of scrap metal... As for the other brothers, their support has long been exhausted."

Guilliman slowly closed his eyes, and the image of his brothers fighting bloody battles emerged in his mind. Those who once fought side by side were now scarred by this cruel war.

He really couldn't imagine how they could stubbornly hold on to the front line despite such huge losses.

Lord Internal Affairs Yuton fell silent, and the room was so quiet that only the heavy breathing of the two people could be heard.

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In the subspace beyond the concepts of time and space, everything is in chaos and disorder.

Xi, the supreme being, quietly descended upon the crystal palace where the sky was changing.

The palace was filled with a strange light, and the surrounding walls seemed to have life, constantly twisting and changing shape.

With the arrival of Xi, an invisible wave of MIX Liu spread out like a lacquer shrimp.

Tzeentch, one of the four evil gods of the Warp, sensed this powerful aura and appeared in person to meet this uninvited guest.

"I'll make you a deal, Tzeentch."

Xi's voice echoed in the palace, calm yet powerful.

Behind her, a throne emitting a mysterious light slowly emerged. She sat down gracefully, staring directly at the Lord of Chaos who was constantly changing in front of her.

"Hahaha, what is it?" Tzeentch let out a sharp laugh, his figure kept flashing and changing, and finally turned into a beautiful girl with azure hair. She looked innocent and sweet, which was completely different from her nature that was full of evil and chaos.

Behind her, a throne also appeared, but this throne was like a living thing, constantly changing its shape, sometimes growing twisted spikes, and sometimes turning into flowing liquid.

"Motarion!" Xi said the name without hesitation, and the voice echoed in the empty Crystal Palace, as if carrying a special magic.

Upon hearing the name, Tzeentch's smile froze for a moment, then returned to a playful grin. "You won't offer me much. This price is too little. It will directly pit me against that plague pig. I'll gain more than I lose."

Tzeentch refused outright, a wary glint in his eyes.

Nurgle invested a great deal of effort in Mortarion, spending countless time and energy to corrupt him and turn him into his right-hand man.

If Mortarion is handed over so easily, it will not only offend Nurgle, but may also trigger a series of unpredictable consequences.

More importantly, Tzeentch was full of doubts, fearing that the Emperor and Xi in front of him would betray him at the last moment of the deal and step on him in the back.

"If I were only trading a Primarch with you, there would be no need for me to come to the Crystal Palace in person."