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

"Let's not talk about other places for now. Let's take Terra as an example. As the throne world of the human empire, it has an innumerable population and political organizations. What would happen if Terra lost the food and water transported from other agricultural worlds?"

As a top planner, Guilliman's first thought was almost the supply of materials on Terra. The Throne World had an unimaginable population base, but it did not have the corresponding material output capacity.

Almost all the food and water consumed by its population is transported by fleets from other agricultural worlds.

Once the light of the Astronomican weakens, a large number of transport fleets will inevitably be lost in the warp, which will undoubtedly have unimaginable impacts on Terra.

A person's will is enough to help him overcome many things, but necessities such as food and water cannot be replaced by will.

These are the basic supplies necessary for humankind. Once even these supplies cannot be fully supplied, the civilians living on Terra will inevitably fall into panic or even riot.

And those warp creatures and the evil cults hidden on Terra have been waiting for this moment.

"It seems that it is necessary to make some changes to the planning of Terra and the surrounding planets. Although not now, formulating corresponding countermeasures is already an urgent matter."

Guilliman watched with a slight headache as the Glory of Macragge gradually broke through Terra's atmosphere and hovered above Terra's low-Earth orbit under the guidance of the guide ship.

They now needed to rely on Thunderhawk transports to descend to the surface of Terra.

Due to the limited ground space on Terra, more space was used to build the administrative areas of major organizations, and there was no ground airport for the Glory of Ultramar to land directly.

"My lord, I will not go over there. It is not appropriate for a Grey Knight to be seen within the sight of civilians."

When Sandales wanted to ask Woldes if he would go with them to the surface, the Grand Master immediately refused.

As an armed force specifically targeting demons, the image of the Grey Knights cannot be exposed to civilians. All civilians who have seen the face of a demon or the image of a Grey Knight must be completely eliminated.

Sandres did not force this matter.

He simply followed Guilliman and his men and their respective Primarch Guards onto the dozen or so Thunderhawk transport planes destined for the surface.

Through the observation window of the Thunder Eagle, he could see the fanatical people on the ground.

"Koz, were they like this during your most recent trip back to Terra?"

For some reason, when Sandales looked at those people on the ground with fanatical eyes but empty hearts, he felt a trace of pain in his heart.

Those were not feelings from either Sanguinius or Horus, much less from himself or the Crone Goddess.

"They have been like this for a long time. The last time I returned to Terra was in the 36th millennium. Since then, I have never set foot on Terra's land."

"Having lost hope and reason, they can only place their remaining desires and wishes on so-called gods and worship. However, they do not know that their current appearance is exactly what the Emperor hated ten thousand years ago."

Koz also looked at the crowd on the ground with a sad expression. He had seen this kind of fanatical look of civilians in Valentino before, but at least that planet had a very rational planetary governor to guide them.

And these people on Terra...even among the ancient human groups that once had religions, they would probably be considered fanatics.

I wonder what the Emperor feels as he watches the Imperium of Mankind gradually descend into its current state...

"What should we do next? Should we go directly to the palace or conduct a brief homecoming ceremony?"

"We don't have that much time to organize the return ceremony. Right now, we must ensure that we reach the interior of the palace safely and quickly. Although these fanatics appear to believe in the Emperor on the surface, there are definitely cult priests from the Warp hidden among them."

Guilliman also looked at the crowd on the ground with sad eyes. He thought that the followers of the state religion of Ultramar were already fanatical enough.

But after arriving in Terra, he realized that the believers in the world of Ultramar were still too conservative.

The followers of Terra's state religion were so excited that they wanted to commit suicide just by seeing the vehicle he was riding.

How sad...

104

Chapter 104 The Emperor's True Plan.

(The time has come, and no one has noticed the additional chapter! The army will surely successfully raid Terra and turn it into a new third ring!)

When the people of Terra looked up at the sky, they saw more than a dozen Thunderhawk transport planes rushing towards the palace.

Although the news of the appearance of three Primarchs had been spreading like wildfire within Terra, they had never confirmed its authenticity.

It was not until they saw the huge battleship entering Terra's atmosphere that they realized the news might be true.

All the nobles in Terra began to panic.

Some officials who wanted to change the status quo of the empire felt that hope was coming, while those corrupt officials who intended to maintain their power felt that disaster was imminent.

Almost everyone knew that the Primarch's arrival meant a drastic change, and this change was definitely likely to cost some people's lives.

They had estimated that it would be difficult to defeat just one Lord of Ultramar, not to mention that there were three Primarchs appearing at the same time.

In their eyes, if these three acted together, no one would be able to stop the Primarchs' desire for change.

The Lord of Ultramar's extraordinary planning skills overwhelm any mortal serving in the Ministry of the Interior, and the glorious figure of the Archangel Sanguinius is a direct symbol of the support of the Ecclesiarchy.

News also came out from the Council of High Lords that the Inquisition and the Assassin's Court seemed to be moving closer to Archangel Sanguinius.

Although they did not understand why these two violent organizations were equally devoted to the Archangel, they understood one thing, that is, the power of the Primarch in Terra's political situation would be unprecedentedly strong.

Sandiles and the others basically knew what these Terra nobles were thinking, but they didn't care. No one would adopt a conciliatory policy when carrying out reforms.

There are only two choices for those nobles and officials: either stand against them or stand by them.

"Is this your first time coming to Terra in person?"

Guilliman spoke to Sandales in an uneasy and anxious mood. At this moment, he didn't know what kind of emotion he should have to face the Emperor who had been sitting on the Golden Throne for ten thousand years.

He didn't even know whether the other party was a human or a god, so he could only divert his attention with the lame excuse of wanting to talk to his brother.

Sandales listened to what Guilliman said, and finally watched in silence as the Thunderhawk transport plane continued to pass over tens of thousands of people.

At their feet, countless fellow human beings were looking at them with fanatical eyes. This feeling was not pleasant, and there was even a sense of sadness entangled in their hearts.

This reminded him of what Hilandri had said to him privately.

"Sooner or later, you will all become lesser gods of the Warp. Even if you don't want to become such beings, those humans will definitely deify you."

At first he didn't care much about this sentence, but when he completely awakened the Sea of Souls and came into contact with the power of the Well of Eternity, he realized that what Hilandri said was indeed true.

Curze and Guilliman's perception of soul and faith was not yet clear, but in their sight, a large number of golden lines were constantly converging on the three of them, and a warm and powerful force was constantly flowing into their bodies.

And when he looked towards the direction of the palace, the lines symbolizing the power of faith were so dense that it made his scalp tingle.

Even if the entire palace were used to cover up the radiance of these lines of faith, it would not be able to obscure even one ten-millionth of it.

The Emperor's body was being pulled by the very threads of these beliefs, and if he had not exercised restraint, he would have ascended to the status of a God of the Warp.

It was not until this moment that Sandales remembered that he should answer Guilliman's question, but looking at the fanatical and ignorant crowd in his sight, he didn't know what to say.

"This is indeed my first time in Terra, but the Terra I saw is very different from the Terra that Sanguinius and the others remember."

The more Sandales looked at these ignorant people, the more intense the pain in his heart became.

Those were the emotions that the other Primarch fragments fed back to him. Sanguinius was extremely sad, while Horus was filled with immense guilt.

Angron watched all this with mixed emotions.

Through Sandres's sight, he could feel the malice and greed hidden among these people.

The malice comes from the heretical cults and alien sects hidden in Terra. There is no need to think about who the heretics are, and the alien sects can only be the gene stealers of the Zerg.

There's a high probability of a large-scale conflict breaking out right now, and these guys will definitely act together on the human throne world.

If they were to engage in a "joint effort" war on Terra, the results would be mixed...

The sudden outbreak of war on Terra would cause the human administrative center to stop functioning instantly. If a set of power networks could not be reorganized within a limited time, the human empire would likely suffer heavy losses.

But if I could take advantage of the opportunity...

While Sandales was still thinking carefully, Guilliman said something he could never have imagined.

"Why not take this opportunity to wash it off..."

Relying on the Primarch's hearing ability, Sandales and Curze looked at Guilliman almost at the same time. At this moment, they both remembered the assassination of King Konor by Garlan.

Could it be that this guy was planning to do this at the time, but was stopped by Ms. Yuton?

When they thought that Guilliman might use this war to overthrow Terra from top to bottom, Curze and Sandales immediately thought about the feasibility of this matter.

None of the three Primarchs on this Thunderhawk transport was gentle, and Guilliman could only call them rational rather than gentle.

If he were to choose a method that would bring more benefits than costs, he would most likely take advantage of the inevitable war to wipe out all of these aristocratic groups.

"Think about it, this war was bound to break out. Otherwise, those Chaos believers wouldn't have been planning for so long. Even if we tried our best to suppress them, those heretics would definitely force this war to happen."

"Since war is unavoidable, why not try to take advantage of the war itself to achieve more effective results for us?"

Guilliman's proposal has made Sanguinius in the Sea of Souls re-establish his opinion of his brother. He once thought that Guilliman and himself were both relatively gentle Primarchs, but now he knows that this is not the case.

He wanted to take control of his body and protest, but Horus and Angron pushed him back.

It was not until this moment that Sanguinius realized that almost none of the Primarchs who were still active within the Empire were moderate.

It is still unknown whether Vulkan, the only one who can stand on the same front with him, has been resurrected.

"This plan is very suitable for the current situation. A war can expose all those with ulterior motives within Terra. Terra's current political operation has already been damaged anyway, so it is better to conduct a thorough review."

Horus grabbed Sanguinius's feet, then worked directly with Angron to push him back into the chair belonging to the Primarch of the Blood Angels.

"Now is definitely not the time to lose the big picture for the sake of small gains. That war is bound to break out. If you try to persuade Sandales now, it will only affect their actions."

"I understand your kindness, but you can't put Sandiles' life at risk. The former Archangel died on the Spirit of Vengeance. The person who can decide the final course of action right now is Sandiles, not you."

If Horus might have persuaded Sanguinius because of his personal style of warfare, then Angron, who had not suffered the torture of the Butcher's Nails, analyzed it from the perspective of a blood brother.

He knew what Sanguinius wanted to do, which was to oppose Guilliman's plan or get Sandales to open the gates of the palace to accept the civilians.

But my brother's thoughts are too emotional.

Once the palace gates are opened to welcome civilians, the enemies hiding inside will surely take advantage of the situation and enter the palace.

The Lion's Gate and the Imperial Palace Walls are the only defensive measures that Guilliman and his men can rely on to deplete the enemy's forces on a large scale.

If this layer of defense is blown up from the inside, the problem will not be as simple as civilian casualties.

And even if you fill the palace, how many civilians can you save?

The population of Terra is enough to cover the entire surface of the planet, and one palace is simply not enough to shelter everyone.

"Can we just let this war break out?"

"The question isn't whether we want to fight, but whether they do. Chaos holds the initiative to wage war. Once the Astronomican's light is extinguished, they will inevitably act immediately."

Horus placed one hand on Sanguinius's shoulder and with the other he pulled his own chair towards him.

Although they could not override Sanguinius's will and gain control of his body, Sanguinius' words and emotions would eventually have an impact on him.

Because they have long been integrated into this sea of souls, and there is mutual resonance between Sandiles and the sea of souls.

"Honestly, even I didn't expect Guilliman to intend to take advantage of the collateral effects of this war. Although it sounds very cold-blooded, this is the best method available at the moment."

"The initiative is not in our hands, and those heretics have been planning for a long time. No one knows whether they will spread their influence to the high-ranking officials and nobles in the palace."

Angron spoke his thoughts.

Those high-ranking officials and nobles live in the palace, and the emperor resides in the inner courtyard of the palace. If civilians are allowed to enter the palace, the high-ranking nobles who have long been deeply corrupted by Chaos are likely to take advantage of the situation and create chaos inside the palace.

With the cooperation from both inside and outside, Sandres and his men will be in a very dangerous situation.

Therefore, whether for the sake of the overall situation or for the sake of his young brother Sanguinius, Angron would not allow Sanguinius's sentimental ideas to be accepted.

"Is there really nothing we can do?"

"They have already infiltrated Terra. What is happening now is the result of the long-term planning of those heretics. We cannot reverse the outcome."

Sanguinius tried to struggle, hoping to get Sandales to listen to him.

But the two brothers' suppression was too strong. They stood on each side, and all their actions were blocked within the range of the round table.

Normally, no matter how the two brothers tried to suppress their thoughts, Sandales should be able to hear them.

But he could feel an extremely familiar force in the sea of souls blocking the communication between him and Sandiles.

That is not the power of the Emperor, but rather a bit like the former Prime Minister Malcador.

Sanguinius's suspicions were correct.

Malcador's will secretly observes everything in the Sea of Souls.

Before ascending the Golden Throne in the Emperor's stead, he tore the greatest fragment from his own soul, and using the ancient alchemy of the Sigillites, he transformed it into the purest raw material to be fused into the Sea of Soul itself.

His original idea was to create a weakened version of the Emperor, so that at least if he and the Emperor were to encounter an accident at the same time, there would still be someone to preserve the human flame.

With the Sea of Souls as an infinitely expanding warehouse, Sandiles can continue to serve as the sigil of darkness to preserve human history and everything.

But he had not expected that the Emperor, this dishonest bastard, would dare to secretly stuff the creations of the Warp into the soul of his successor.