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

He almost immediately picked up Curze's power armor and looked at it. His eyes, which were originally full of rationality and wisdom, were now filled with anger and confusion.

"You've been wandering around the empire. Aren't you angry about the empire's declining state?"

"You can accept the Emperor's orders, and you dare to come to me today. This shows that you still have justice in your heart and are still pursuing your original aspirations. But why don't you let the Empire make changes?"

"Even if it means killing a few guys who intend to drag the empire into the abyss! If you kill them as a pretext for eliminating harm to humanity, I will have to look up to you today."

"But why didn't you do it? Were you just going to watch the empire fall?!"

Until the moment Guilliman brought it up, Curze thought Guilliman would question him about what he had done on Macragge.

But unexpectedly, Guilliman was still questioning himself because of the problems of the Empire.

"I didn't intend to do such a thing at the beginning. I only wanted to let the empire fend for itself."

After hearing this, Guilliman finally couldn't help but punched Curze in the face.

The force was so great that it even knocked Curze away. The heavy power armor of Midnight Haunter smashed on the floor, even cracking the gorgeous marble.

The Ultramarines outside the door listened anxiously to the noises and roars coming from inside, while Calgar was already crying with shame.

"Let the empire fend for itself, is that your idea? Then what on earth have you been wandering around for so long for?!"

Coates's prediction came true.

The scene he had just seen was actually happening at this moment, and Guilliman began to punch him in the face continuously.

Although the power armor was not activated, the force it used was still enough to make his consciousness dazed. But even at this moment, he could still feel Guilliman's bitter tears dripping down his face.

This idealistic brother finally exploded, but fortunately, as a complete loser, he could still serve as his punching bag, thereby making use of the last remaining value in his life.

"Even if you don't like this Empire, the Emperor, or even those mortals who harbor evil in their hearts."

"Then you should at least save the empire for me! You know full well that I will collapse and cry because of the current state of the empire when I wake up today!"

"You have been confining yourself in the wrong direction, and this all started from the moment you returned to the empire!"

As if he was tired from fighting, Guilliman staggered back to the chair behind him, half lying down and looking up at the ceiling of Hera Fortress with a dazed and almost giving up look.

Above the ceiling painting, Guilliman simply stared blankly at the scene of all the brothers gathered on Terra to celebrate the event.

At that time, I was still fantasizing about the vision that brothers like me could unite as one and open up a new future for mankind.

Even one day in the distant future, they will completely stay away from the battle, hide together on a remote planet, and live a peaceful life with the Emperor.

At that time, just as the wish was agreed, Sanguinius would be a teacher, Horus would be a gangster boss in the city, and he would just farm and be an ordinary farmer.

But now it seems that this wish will never come true.

The former brothers turned against each other.

Some are dead, some are gone.

And the Emperor has already sat on the Golden Throne.

There has never been a chance to get up in ten thousand years, and maybe there won’t be one in the future.

Oh yes, and there is also his own Ultramar. He originally hoped that all the planets in Ultramar could restore their autonomy and allow each planet to return to the rule of its own people.

And now look at what they've done to Ultramar!

Ultramar, once glorious and brilliant, Ultramar known as the home and kingdom of the Ultramarines, Ultramar that was the envy of all other Legion warriors.

All of this has fallen apart today.

Planets that lost control and were conquered were completely out of the influence of the Ultramar world.

Even on the planets that are still under the planning and control of Ultramar, their people are living in dire straits.

The planetary governor doesn't care about the lives of civilians.

They may even just deceive their superiors and bully their subordinates and do superficial work.

His hope that Ultramar could serve as a beacon in the future dark age of the empire was completely shattered.

Everything he planned for humanity and the empire was gradually lost.

His ideals for his brothers, his ideals for the future of mankind, and his ideals for the empire.

All of this is gone...

He might as well have died by Fulgrim's sword...

Guilliman put a trembling hand to his forehead.

At this moment, it is no longer a question of whether or not one is willing to accept reality, but rather that one simply cannot accept such a bleak reality.

Reality is like a steel knife, poking a big hole in one's heart.

Even though he was bleeding, reality remained unmoved.

"Koz, do you know what my mother didn't finish saying to you?"

Koz, who was lying on the ground like a useless person, regained some consciousness after hearing these words. He really wanted to hear clearly what Ms. Yuton had not finished saying to him ten thousand years ago.

He also remembered the expression of the lady from Euden who remained unmoved when faced with the threat of his own death.

At that time, Ms. Euden wanted to speak to herself, but Vulkan's appearance interrupted her actions.

"My mother said she saw a noble person buried under that layer of mud as sticky as crude oil. She said you weren't supposed to look that horrible."

"If you had been born on Macragge instead of Nostramo, she would have taken you with her and told you stories of heroes every night before bed, so that you would understand what true justice and fairness are."

Guilliman did not stand up, but just lay there half-lying and recounting the contents of his memories.

To Sandales, this sounded as much to himself as it did to Coz.

This extremely idealistic brother did not give up even in the face of this reality. He hoped to regain hope through the beautiful relationship between Lady Euton and King Connor in his memory.

At the same time, he also tried to share these memories that were extremely precious to him with Koz.

In the dark ages that followed.

Only his two brothers, Koz and Sandiles, can accompany him to face everything together.

In order to keep these two brothers by his side, he was willing to share everything he had.

I just hope you don’t leave me alone to carry the entire empire.

He can't bear so much pressure.

He will break down.

Curze, who was listening to Guilliman slowly telling everything, also covered his face with his hands.

If Guilliman concealed it out of pain, he concealed it out of regret and remorse.

Even in the face of her own death threats, Ms. Euton only regarded him as a child who had gone astray...

"We can't give up, there are still many people waiting for us."

Seeing that Guilliman and Curze both fell silent, Sandales knew that he could no longer just be a listener.

"On the planet where I live, Valentino, a subspace invasion broke out that was powerful enough to engulf the entire planet. Curze should be well aware of this."

"At that time, I couldn't fly in the sky, nor did I have the powerful strength I have today. I could only watch silently with my own eyes everything that happened on that planet."

"Civilians handed their remaining boat tickets to their families, while they themselves huddled in their huts, silently waiting for the final outcome."

Sandales looked at Guilliman and Curze, and seemed to be moved by the scene. Even he buried his thoughts in memories.

He recalled everything that had happened on Valentino's planet, all the touching stories.

In order to delay the enemy, Joe Faces voluntarily sat on the psychic amplification device and bravely faced death.

Orpes and his team used their mortal bodies to create a fatal weakness in the Great Demon's body.

Markarian and the other Guardsmen who blew up the elevator shaft at the end of their lives to prevent the enemy from breaking through the Upper Nest.

Those who were born in the Dark Ages have never seen the once glorious and brilliant Age of Reason. They can only rely on their imagination to imagine how glorious the human empire was at that time.

But it is these people who have never experienced the light who choose to fight in the darkness.

"At least you have witnessed that era, at least you had the opportunity to establish beautiful and great ideals, at least you have been illuminated by the light of reason."

"But our compatriots today don't have that opportunity. Many of them can only open their eyes in the Dark Ages from the moment they are born, and a few years later, they will close their eyes in the same Dark Ages."

"They don't even have the opportunity or the right to pursue light, yet they still choose to fight against this sad world."

"If they can make this kind of decision, then there's no reason for us to give up."

Sandres stood up and first stretched out his hand towards Cozee who was lying on the ground. After grabbing the other's right hand, he pulled him up.

Then he slowly walked up to Guilliman, who was about to collapse.

"As Primarchs of the Great Crusade, you may not be able to represent your fellow humans of this era, but I can."

"I am not the Archangel Sanguinius who grew up on Baal, but the one who was given power by the Emperor on Valentino."

"I opened my eyes in this dark century and grew up silently for 30 years. I have witnessed many people sinking in this sad world, and I have also seen even more people choose to let their souls burst into brilliant light in the darkness."

Under Guilliman's trembling eyes, Sandales also stretched out his right hand to his brother, and in his palm was the Rose Festival of the Inquisition that he had taken from Valadin to falsely convey the order.

"There was once a stubborn and powerful old man who told me before he died that his mission had ended, while my mission as the Primarch had just begun. There were many people waiting for me, and I couldn't stay in Valentino forever."

"Guilliman, like most of my compatriots of this era, I have not experienced your rational and glorious era. All my knowledge of those beautiful past times comes from memories in my mind that do not belong to me."

"And I will not abandon this empire, nor will I abandon my compatriots struggling in the darkness."

"I'm going to help them."

"I want to give them the opportunity to see the Empire, filled with reason and glory, just as they desperately want to see me as the Primarch today."

"By the way, there are actually two brothers who are in a half-dead state..."

Guilliman seemed to not understand what Sandales said, so after Sandales showed him a soul replacement, Guilliman sat in a daze on the chair.

He had never expected that he would see the real Sanguinius and the former Horus who had retained his true self in this way.

That means there are still five Primarchs remaining in the Imperium of Man...

"Guilliman, I have something more to say..."

Curze, who had just been beaten by Guilliman, now looked back at his brother who made him feel infinite guilt.

After hesitating for a short while, Koz slowly expressed the possible guesses in his mind.

"Many of our brothers have not actually been confirmed dead."

Guilliman's eyes, which gradually regained their spirit and focus, looked at his brother who had come to his senses and hoped to hear more good news from him.

"Lion, Dorn, and Jaghatai, the three of them are simply missing; Russ, Corax, and several Navigator clans have reported seeing benevolent entities in the Warp with similar characteristics."

"Ferus did die in battle, but not completely. He joined another army belonging to the Emperor."

"As for Vulcan, you know he's an immortal. I tortured him to the point of extreme pain, yet he still managed to beat me into a fool with a hammer."

While saying this, Koz even touched his head intentionally or unintentionally.

It seemed as if he was recalling the feeling of Vulgan swinging a hammer on his head.

"As for whether the others can come back, it depends on this guy's ability."

"There's nothing much to say about those brothers who betrayed the Empire, but there are still fragments of their soul essence within their bodies that can be reclaimed."

"Fulgrim, Mortarion, and even Angron, if Sandales is capable, he can easily snatch back the fragments of their essence and use them for his own benefit."

As Curze continued to speak, the light in Guilliman's eyes became more and more brilliant.

He suddenly realized that these two brothers were really good at hiding!

There is so much good news.

You just don't want to say it, you just want to see yourself embarrassed, right?

Guilliman certainly knew that his two brothers did not mean this, but he was still willing to interact with his brothers in this joking form.

A smile appeared on the originally painful and sad face again, and the fire of hope burning in the heart became brighter again.

It’s still not too late!

And in a strange way, the present is no different from the past.

It's just that they are retracing the path the Emperor took during the Dark Ages a little earlier.

Since the Emperor can do it.

Then they can do the same!