Warhammer 40k, but I’m really not an angelic father!

While responding to Evelyne's questions, Sandales led the entire team to push open the door of the hall where Guilliman's body was.

“When humans first gazed upon the universe, the idea of traveling in it took root in their minds.”

“We always dare to take the first step, suffer setbacks along the way, and then put aside the pain and sadness and move forward.”

Sandales continued to move forward, walking towards the stationary position where Guilliman sat.

The brother just sat there quietly, without saying a word, as if he had accepted everything.

The horrific knife wound almost cut his body in two, and the wound was still flowing with filthy corrosion. Ten thousand years had passed, but it still hadn't faded in the slightest.

Guilliman's face still held the last expression he had made before being sent into stasis.

He endured the pain.

"The thing that keeps us getting up and moving forward, facing adversity again and again, is called courage."

As the Ultramarines watched, Cawl rolled the massive circular auxiliary structure around the stationary formation surrounding Guilliman.

And when everything was ready, he looked at Sandres.

"To awaken Guilliman, the power of the Eldar Death God, which I represent, is required."

Evelyne also looked at Sandales, hoping that the latter would persuade the surrounding Extreme Warriors.

But Sandales himself shook his head, and finally walked step by step to Guilliman who was sitting in a still position.

With quick eyes and hands, Sandales immediately used the Sword of Hope to cut off the power supply line for the Stasis Field, and at the fastest speed, he poured the flames of the sword in his hand onto Guilliman's wound.

Even Thousand Faces and Evelyne could not see the trace of this action clearly. In their eyes, Sandales seemed to have just shaken his arm, and flames ignited on Guilliman's wound.

Kaul on the side immediately activated the auxiliary system of the Destiny Armor, while Evelyne just stared blankly at everything that was not going according to destiny.

According to the prophecy, it was her power of death that was supposed to save Guilliman's life.

But at this moment, the thread of fate has deviated.

"If we possess the courage to continually face adversity, then all our past experiences will eventually become a great hymn belonging only to humanity. Throughout the tens of thousands of years of ups and downs in human destiny, no powerful being has ever helped us. From the birth of humanity to the present day, we have only ourselves to rely on."

"The Blaze will reignite the flame of Guilliman's life. The gift the Emperor once bestowed upon Guilliman will truly grant him a second chance at life."

"When Guilliman returns, he will be greater than his former self, making himself and all of us stronger, just as humanity itself continues its upward climb."

The auxiliary system of the Destiny Armor kept beeping, and the red light and digital signals flashing on it were stirring the hearts and spirits of all the Extreme Warriors.

They fear failure in their actions.

But the gene seeds in their bodies that were gradually recovering from their dormancy were telling them good news.

Their genetic father is gradually awakening from the endless darkness.

"How did you do it? Or how did the power of the Lord of Humanity do it?"

"The flames burned away the remaining filthy power, but Guilliman could not let go of the entire human empire and his descendants, so his will refused to die."

Sandales just stared at the huge dripping instrument without any intention of turning around to look at Evelyne.

The progress of putting on the Destiny Armor continued until the indicator light of the auxiliary machine turned green.

At this moment, the huge auxiliary machinery surrounding the stasis field gradually started up. Calgar and all the Extreme Warriors stared with wide eyes, hoping to see a giant standing up.

To their disappointment, Guilliman remained seated.

But when they want to cry.

Guilliman, who was sitting, sighed.

"Ugh--"

"Don't waste your time sighing. If you wake up, get up and work overtime. I don't want to take that seat for you."

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Chapter 79: The Unyielding Era!

(8000 words plus, totaling words today)

(This chapter made me feel refreshed. I was finally able to let go and write out the true image of Guilliman in my mind.)

(There is a sharing of insights at the end. I really put a lot of effort into writing this chapter. It was a chapter that made me cry.)

"So what do you mean?"

"The only ones left in this empire are the two of us and Curze."

"Are you from Terra, or?"

"I did not return to Terra. Terra is now rotten and the High Lords Council you left behind has deteriorated."

Just as Thousand Faces worried, after waking up, Guilliman began to use his superhuman brain to quickly understand everything that had happened in the entire empire in the past ten thousand years.

And when he heard that those loyal primarchs disappeared one by one, and the empire had regressed instead of progressed in the past ten thousand years.

Even he, the Lord of Ultramar, covered his face with his hands in pain.

This empire can no longer be described as a house on the verge of collapse. Even a house on the verge of collapse is much stronger than it.

"The collected tithes have been piling up in storage due to delays in the order to evacuate them, and those on the front lines who need to fight have been forced to empty their guns due to the order to collect the tithes."

"Who is responsible for such a damnable act? Have they never considered how much the empire will have to pay to compensate for the losses after doing such a thing?"

Guilliman now felt that the anger was not just rushing to his head. He felt that if he were in Fenris, white smoke would come out of his head.

Did the Imperial Military Affairs Department and the Ministry of the Interior get their heads squeezed by a door?!

A world resisting invasion could be defended if it had those military supplies, but why did those guys force the tithe?

Could it be that after they collect this tax, they will go to collect tax from the enemy next time?

Guilliman and Sandales sat on either side of a round table, on which was placed a bottle of Amacia from the Golden Valley of Lorraine.

Originally, Guilliman thought that this bottle of wine could just be placed on the table as a decoration, but he quickly pulled out the cork and drank directly from the bottle.

Sandales, on the other hand, sat silently by the side, slowly drinking the Amazec from his cup.

He understood Guilliman's current situation very well.

The more one fantasizes about a perfect future for the empire, the greater the disparity becomes when one sees the current state of the empire.

"Agerman, bring two more bottles of wine."

"Understood, father."

Chapter Master Calgar and First Captain Agman, who had been standing by, were filled with shame. They thought their father was blaming them for not fulfilling their duties.

After the bull took a few deep breaths, Guilliman forced himself to put aside his anger and calm his mind as much as possible.

The current situation of the empire is inseparable from the orders he issued at that time. At that time, he believed that Astartes should not directly interfere in the political work of the empire.

But now, he realized that this order was completely wrong.

"To be honest, I sometimes agree with Horus. At least he has a broader perspective than me on some major issues."

"I shouldn't have handed the empire over to those mortal High Lords. Even handing the empire over to the officer corps would have been better than handing it over to those political aristocrats."

When King Connor was still alive in this world, he had been studying politics with his adoptive father.

From then on, I understood that governing an empire must pursue an elite policy.

Appoint people based on their abilities, regardless of their background or family circumstances.

But this is based on a big premise, that is, the governor, the top leader of the empire, must be a man with methods and strong tactics.

The High Lords' Council was clearly unable to replace that strong-arm leader, and they were all hindering each other, fighting for that tiny bit of power.

Fortunately, he is not in Terra now, otherwise none of them would survive. Even if it means risking being labeled a traitor, he has to clean up Terra's official system from top to bottom.

The empire has no shortage of capable people, but the prerequisite is that they must be placed in positions where they can display their personal abilities.

"Calm down, there's no point in being angry like this."

"I know, but it's hard not to be angry."

Agman silently placed two bottles of Amaze on the table and asked Sandiles with a pleading look to persuade their father.

Now is not the time for these descendants to speak. Only Sandales is qualified to talk to Guilliman.

“Angry at their failure, and resentful at their lack of effort.”

"I thought this war should have ended long ago, but I didn't expect that instead of ending, it has intensified."

"And the empire is not even advancing, it's regressing."

Guilliman's voice was trembling as he gasped for breath, but this was because he was deliberately suppressing his anger.

He put the empty bottle on the table, picked up the second bottle of Amaze as calmly as possible, and finally pulled out the cork that Agerman had slightly removed for him.

His heart was bleeding, he had given everything for this empire.

His ideals, his hard work, his spirit and strength.

And today, ten thousand years later, this is the only result.

Emperor, don’t you feel angry when you look at such an empire?

Why are you just watching at Terra?!

Guilliman knew that what he was thinking now was all said in anger, but at this moment he could no longer control his emotions.

Even if the Emperor himself stood before him now, he would question his father and ask him what value he thought the Human Empire had.

"Calgar, Agman, you two go out first. I need to have a good talk with my brother. Oh, and let Coze in. I also want to have a good chat with that traitorous brother."

Calgar clearly wanted to say something else, but Agammann held out his hand to stop the Chapter Master.

Now was obviously not the time to give advice to their father. If their father needed to let Koz, their former brother, in, then they just had to obey his orders.

Moreover, there was another powerful Primarch in this room, and that traitor alone would not be able to cause any trouble.

After suppressing the thoughts in his mind, Calgar could only sigh silently, and then left the room accompanied by Agman.

As he walked out of the door, Calgar waved to Curze, indicating that Guilliman wanted to see him.

"Father has something to tell you, but don't even think about doing anything that endangers Father's safety. Otherwise, even if it costs me my own life, I will hunt you down until the very end."

Curze was in no mood to play the threat game with Calgar right now, as he knew the time had come for him to face his brother Guilliman.

In order to know what kind of judgment his brother would make on him, he even took a short nap, intending to use the prophecy to know the content in advance.

In his dream, he saw Guilliman beating him up, and Guilliman was punching him in the face while tears were streaming down his face.

He didn't know why, but whenever he saw this scene, his heart always ached. He was not saddened by the fact that Guilliman was beating him, but by the words that Guilliman was muttering.

It’s a pity that the prophecy is just a prophecy after all, and I can’t hear clearly what Guilliman is saying.

With a nervous mood, Curze walked step by step into the reception room of the fortress where Guilliman was.

He also remembered that ten thousand years ago, Guilliman had hosted Lion, the Primarch of the Dark Angels, and Vulkan, the Primarch of the Salamanders, here.

Koz did not move as quickly as usual at this time, but approached as slowly as possible, as if he was approaching some dangerous beast.

"There's a chair here. Sit down. I want to have a good talk with you."

Guilliman's suppressed words reached Curze's ears. He looked at Sandales for help, but the latter only responded with a helpless look.

At this moment, Curze knew that he could no longer hide, so he had to obey Guilliman's request and sit on another chair at the round table.

Perhaps Guilliman had already planned to let him in, so he prepared three chairs and three wine glasses next to the table in advance.

"First of all, I didn't expect you to come with Sandales to revive me. For that, I will pour you a glass of wine as a token of my gratitude."

Guilliman had a gloomy face, and even Curze couldn't see the real expression on his face at this moment.

After Guilliman filled the glass in front of him with wine, Curze had no choice but to slowly raise the glass, and then drank most of it directly as if drinking water, intending to use this thin alcohol to give himself courage.

"Then I want to ask you, in the past ten thousand years, have you been within the empire's borders, or wandering outside it?"

Guilliman finally asked Curze his first question after their reunion.

What surprised both Curze and Sandales was that Guilliman did not first question Curze about his past actions, but instead questioned Curze's whereabouts over the past ten thousand years.

"I...wandered through the Empire, and eventually accepted the Emperor's order to go to Valentino to look after the growing Sandales."

"Well, even if you were obeying the Emperor's orders, when you were wandering within the Empire, didn't you ever think about changing the Empire's despicable status quo?"

At this moment, Guilliman suddenly exploded.