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For Guilliman, his last memory is of a desperate battle, in which the primarch and an unclean brother fought each other, two god-like forces wrestling with each other, vicious curses and taunts; his last
Perception is a burst of severe pain that exceeds the limit of endurance, and the erosion and spread of toxins.
He painfully asked his father to save him, and his prayer was answered. A burst of cold golden light held him in his arms...
The next second, Roboute Guilliman woke up. He looked around with a confused face. He found that he was back in Macragge's Temple of Justice. Even in the dim light, he could still identify Asta.
Their perfect figures, and... the emperor standing in front of him.
"Father? Are you okay?" This was the first thought in the heart of the loyal son. His face was filled with uncontrollable ecstasy. Seeing his father standing in front of him intact, Guilliman's voice trembled.
: "This is really... great."
"Things may not be as good as you think, Roboute." The emperor just replied coldly. Just as he was about to say something, the Imperial Guard came in from the outside: "Your Majesty, a human suddenly came outside...
Are you going to destroy them with the mixed force of the Eldar?"
"Allied forces?" The Emperor's wise and mighty face looked a little surprised.
"It's Saint Celestine, Dark Templar Marshal Amarych, the Cadian survivors led by Inquisitor Greyfax, and some Eldar who call themselves the Death Army, my majesty."
The Forbidden Army reported with a halberd in hand: "They seem to have formed a coalition."
"...That's fine, Roboute. I'll give you a few days. You'd better take the time to understand what has happened in the past ten thousand years." The emperor said coldly. He glanced at Guilliman.
Then he went on to say to the Forbidden Army: "The Death Army?...These Spirit Races may be of some use. We shouldn't destroy them now. Let me talk to them."
"Yes!" the Imperial Guard immediately responded. The Emperor's will is the highest truth, and they only need to implement it.
"Ten thousand years?" Roboute Guilliman was still in panic, but the Primarch reacted immediately and realized a serious problem: "What time is it now?"
The Emperor did not answer his words, and the Lord of Mankind left directly. Obviously he had other things to do. His journey was top secret. Before the dark gods could react, he still had many things to rush.
Finish.
In the Emperor's perception, an unprecedented battle was being fought in the Chaos Realm. The Knights of Rage under Slaanesh invaded the Garden of Nurgle. The timing of this attack was just right: the idle demons of the Plague God had just launched a large-scale attack.
Go to sneak attack on Khorne's Iron Fire Castle, and Khorne's bloodthirsty demon army has just invaded Tzeentch's Crystal Maze. At this juncture, the four gods of Chaos are fighting. Under his careful cover, attention
The Four Gods of Chaos, who were focused on internal fighting, have not yet noticed the resurrection of the Lord of Mankind.
A fragile, difficult truce was reached between the Emperor and the Eldar Death Gods. The negotiations brought relief to Inquisitor Greyfax, who had arbitrarily agreed to ally with the Eldar. The Eldar got the results they wanted, and
Promise the Emperor to assist Guilliman in the next series of actions.
"We are heading to Caliban immediately!" The Imperial Guard ships left Macragge, leaving behind Guilliman who had just woken up.
About a week later, Roboute Guilliman sat down heavily on the throne. A moment ago, he dismissed all his attendants and advisors, and even the Glory Guards were ordered to wait outside the sanctuary.
"It turns out that thousands of years have passed." The Primarch of the Ultramarines and the Lord of Ultramar sat back on his throne in pain.
His physical pain was cured by the Emperor, but the trauma in his heart only grew worse.
The Primarch had spoken one by one with the Saint and her companions, the commanders of the Ultramarines and even Ivran of the Death Army; the in-depth, sincere dialogue lasted for several days, during which Guilliman used his
Every bit of affability and cunning of politicians creates a harmonious and friendly atmosphere, coaxing the other party to tell more information while laughing, and perfectly concealing the emotional fluctuations caused by these words.
Guilliman spoke highly of the insights given by each visitor on the current situation and praised their contribution to the empire; based on the different personalities and preferences of each guest, Guilliman presented targeted displays
Bring out the side of your personality that best caters to the other person, so that the other person can unconsciously respond to his questions with sincerity and frankness.
Although he seemed calm on the surface, every reply was like a cannonball hitting the primarch's chest; he was overwhelmed by confusion and fear, and he couldn't control himself with grief and pain.
Roboute Guilliman covered his face with his hands and howled lowly, his armor buzzing from the movement.
He desperately hopes that his father will come back to him, or that he can have a brother to have a good chat with.
"Thousands of years," he continued, "look what they have become, and what we ourselves have become - blind faith, ignorance, suffering, decadence, all these, ironically, flourishing in the name of a god
However, this 'god' himself has always hated this title."
Guilliman shook his head and stood up, walking around the sanctuary belonging to the Chapter Master. His eyes passed over the battle flags hanging on the wall. Each one was as high as an Imperial Knight, and was intricately woven.
The fabric depicts the illustrious exploits of the Ultramarines.
Kill aliens and execute heretics; save the world and destroy the world. Each painting shows the past great achievements of the Chapter at a glance, with the clearly identifiable imperial eagle emblem and heraldry imprinted on it.
In addition, there is another being shrouded in halo and sitting on the throne - that must be the Emperor.
He learned from the Imperial Guards and his men that his father had only just recovered.
"We failed, father," Guilliman's words were full of exhaustion and deep sorrow. "You failed your sons, and we failed you; our arrogance and vanity created the empire today, and we failed
Humanity—didn’t Horus declare that you intended to ascend to the gods and use this as an excuse to launch a rebellion? Doesn’t the appearance of the empire today invite his gloating ridicule?”
Anger surged into the heart of the Lord of Ultramar, and he clenched his fists to restrain himself - he imagined himself smashing tables and chairs, tearing up flags like a mad beast, and pouring his anger into the objects placed in the room.
On everything.
But the anger quickly faded.
"There is still hope, my father is back." Guilliman murmured to himself, and the courage returned to the Primarch. It was so dark, so desperate, and the current situation facing his father's empire could not defeat him.
Because my father is back, in this most desperate and dark time, the Lord of mankind finally returns.
He has even learned how fruitful Belisarius Caul's research institute beneath the surface of Mars has produced. All this makes him firmly believe that there is still hope for a more glorious tomorrow, and that the Empire still has
Hope rises from the ashes.
Under his father's guidance, humanity will once again unite under the Emperor's banner, and he will continue to fight as the Primarch of the Ultramarines.
"It's just... I'm the only one left. I'm the only one left." Guilliman gritted his teeth and sighed slightly. The Primarch has learned that all the Primarchs in the past have either disappeared or fallen. Now,
He was the only Primarch left alive in the entire human empire.
Thousands of years later, he has become the only remaining Primarch.
"Who told you? Guilliman? Who told you that you are the only one left?" At this moment, a tall black figure walked from the door into the holy hall of the Ultramarines.
He held the lion helmet in his hand. His noble face was still as pure and flawless as it was ten thousand years ago. His long golden hair parted in the middle hung down from his cheeks. His black power armor was still as smooth and new as it was ten thousand years ago. His expression was as pure as it was ten thousand years ago.
The emperor was cold and cold, but looking at Guilliman's embarrassing look, the uninvited guest had some contempt on his face: "Are you scared?"
"Leon! My brother!!!" Hearing this familiar voice, Guilliman suddenly raised his head, his voice full of disbelief, but when he confirmed the figure of the visitor, he was filled with joy and sadness.
In his heart, his face remained calm, only the hot tears in the corners of his eyes and trembling hands betrayed him.
He quickly rushed to the uninvited guest and looked at his brother happily. He suddenly didn't know how to express his enthusiasm. After a series of hesitations, the Lord of the Ultramarines gave the visitor a warm hug, even though there was a gap between them.
Blocked by power armor.
"..." The primarch of the First Legion who had just woken up was a little at a loss for Guilliman's warm embrace, or he didn't know how to express his feelings. Thinking that the person in front of him had been asleep for thousands of years like himself, Lai
Un-El Jonson finally reluctantly reached out and patted Guilliman on the back awkwardly, signaling him to let go of him.
The Emperor stood outside, watching his two sons hugging each other. The Lord of Mankind's eyes finally showed a trace of regret. It was a trace of regret. Only two of his proud works in the past were still under his command.
, the rest are either corrupted or missing. Some of the originals know where they are but cannot be found or recalled for a while, and some of the originals don't even know where they are.
Then, the father and son returned to the secret room to discuss the next plan.
The Emperor refused Guilliman's suggestion to sit down, telling his son that he hated sitting.
"I have news to tell you. You have a new brother." The emperor stood on the throne, his sight shooting straight into the distance like a sharp sword: "He is the last thing Malcador left for me.
His gift is also the key to my recovery. Without his efforts, there would be no recovery for me."
"He is my secret weapon to deal with Chaos and the only hope to save those fallen primarchs. He can reverse the corruption and restore those fallen primarchs to their original appearance... with my help."
"Remember, his existence is a top secret and cannot be known to anyone except the three of us. If you have the chance, you will see him." The emperor said calmly: "The galaxy is burning, and now we are the only ones left standing.
In darkness."
Hearing this, both Guilliman and Jonson's eyes burned with the flame of hope. The fallen brothers have always been a pain in their hearts: "Then what should we do? Father?"
"Guilliman, you only need to announce your resurrection. In the endless darkness, the resurrection of a primarch is too important for the empire. The awakened son will go to Terra to see his son who is still sitting on the throne and decaying.
Father." The Emperor first arranged for Guilliman: "Your resurrection will attract the attention of Chaos, and a fool will come to your door without knowing his own strength."
"Jonson, take your people and follow me to Armageddon." The Emperor raised his head, and the face of the Lord of Mankind was filled with indifference: "Let us recover a fallen Primarch together."
"A primary body that was severely contaminated when I first retrieved him, your brother."
"Everything is not lost yet. All aliens, heretics, and demons will be wiped out in front of us! The universe will return to peace, and evil things will only be destroyed! Humanity will eventually stand on the top of the blood tide."
The emperor's long black hair flew automatically without wind, flying in the air. The sacred aura on his body shone brighter and brighter, almost filling the entire holy hall. After eleven thousand years of uninterrupted battles with the demons of the subspace and endless
Accepting the sacrifices of psykers, the Lord of Mankind's strength has become even more terrifying than before.
Guilliman and Jonson both stood up.
"The Milky Way belongs to the Empire of Man!" This is Guilliman's roar from the bottom of his heart.
"Let us continue the unfinished great expedition! Father!" Zhuang Sen also expressed his determination.
"let's start!"
So, just when the human empire was about to fall into the darkest and most terrifying predicament, a message full of hope was sent to every corner of the entire galaxy.
The primarch of the Thirteenth Legion, Roboute Guilliman, has announced his return, and reinforcements from the Empire are converging on Macragge in an endless stream. Dozens of sub-groups of the Ultramarines are trudging through the roaring etheric frenzy.
, fearless of dangers, gathered here just to catch a glimpse of the Primarch - the Nova Warriors, the Sons of Aura, the Origin Chapter and countless other sub-groups gathered into a torrent and came to swear allegiance to the Primarch.
At the same time, the returned son of God personally announced that he was about to embark on an expedition to Terra.
A new era has begun.
…………
It seems like something big is really happening in this world!
Ryan, who was walking on the mountain road, thought that he had been in this state for many days.
He had already vaguely guessed what happened.
"Sir Ryan, we are about to arrive at the border of the Arden Forest. Have you seen the mountain in front?" Holy Grail Knight Jules pointed to a mountain in front and said to Ryan.
After nearly ten days of trekking, the army has entered the border of Britannia.
"According to the arrangement, you will first go to the palace of Curona, and His Majesty the Knight King Richard will enfeoff you. Then you will go to the Principality of Carcassonne in the south to be baptized at the Cathedral of the Lady of the Lake. We will take you to the Fairy Lake.
, have an audience with Her Highness the Lake God Witch." Jules revealed the planned arrangements: "She will arrange your position."
Ryan nodded, he was thinking, this arrangement clearly shows the characteristics of the country of Britannia, that is, the politics of the north and the south. The capital of the king is located in the north of the kingdom, while the Cathedral of the Fairy in the Lake is located in the south of the kingdom, so
The power of the entire country was divided into two ends, forming two centers.
The army was advancing in the wilderness. Suddenly, there was a noise from the front.
"Beast Man! It's Beast Man!" A black spot appeared at the end of the plain.
Holy Grail Knight Jules raised his lance: "Get ready to fight! Knights!" (To be continued)