MTL - Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation-Chapter 277 You are my most trusted brother, Chagatai (please order

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  Vulkan's words made the faces of the seven company commanders look shocked.

   The Primarch, who had been silent for a long time, turned out to tell them to prepare the ship and head to Terra for the first time.

   Did not ask about the situation of Nocturne, nor about the situation of the Salamanders.

   As if he didn't care about it.

  The first company commander, Prometheus, who also served as the commander of the chapter, stood up. He knelt in front of Vulkan on one knee, staring sincerely at his genetic father.

  Prometheus is the belief of Nocturne, the symbol of fire.

   Emphasis on self-trust dependence, loyalty and self-sacrifice.

  Every Chapter Master will succeed the name of Prometheus, which means the spirit of the Salamander Chapter will continue.

   Among the many punishments and trials of the Salamander, it is common to carry hot metal on your back and walk over hot coals.

   Every warrior of the Salamanders Chapter bears numerous ritual scars of branding and cauterization.

   This has become their specialty.

"My lord." Prometheus, who was kneeling on one knee, said sincerely: "It has been so long since you returned to Nocturne, but you have never said a word. You are silently casting a crown that you don't know who belongs to. Wait until The work is finished, but you still ignore me and go to Terra. The Sons of Fire Dragon need your leadership, Lord Primarch, before heading to that sacred home, I beg you to set your sights on Nocturne and listen to your people the sound of."

  Vulkan stared at Prometheus, his red and green eyes were as deep as the starry sky, and no one could see the inner thoughts of the Primarch through these eyes.

  The only thing that can be felt is the terrifying power contained in the dark body covered with red and green cracks.

  Like a volcano, suppressing unimaginable terrifying power.

  Once they are fully displayed, the world will surely be shaken.

  Several company commanders also knelt in front of Vulcan.

  They took off their helmets, and the hot, sulfurous smell poured into their bodies through their unprotected nostrils.

  The extraordinary organs work with all their might, extracting oxygen from the toxic air to ensure the needs of many organs in the huge body.

   In this silent way, the captains begged their genetic father to set their sights on Nocturne first.

  They have lost him for too long, and the Sons of Fire Dragon hope that he can lead Nocturne to glory again.

   "I will no longer lead the Salamanders, child." Vulkan looked around at these silent children, and from their dark faces, he felt a trace of kindness.

  When Vulkan spoke, people felt a hot breath rushing towards them.

   But his words were very gentle, like a terrifying fire dragon trying to speak kindly to mortals.

"Why? My lord, we have absolute loyalty to you. Every son of the fire dragon is looking forward to your return. We have endured the grief of you leaving us for ten thousand years. Beast War failed to return to Terra in time to meet you , Let the seniors feel guilty and uneasy all their lives." Prometheus's tone was terrified, and he looked at his genetic father, not knowing why the other party would say such unfeeling words.

   "We all have to be loyal to the true king." Vulkan raised the crown in his hand, the perfect decoration shining in the sun, this is a crown that represents honor and power.

"Someone will wear the crown as king, take over the heavy responsibility, and lead the entire human race to launch the final battle against the gods. The scale of the battle that is about to break out is beyond imagination, and it will be launched from all dimensions. No one can stay out of it. From now on, we We all have to fight for the final destiny of this race. If your loyalty to me exceeds your loyalty to the new Lord of Humanity, it will be the beginning of disaster and we will lose that war."

  Vulkan stared at his heir, his resolute black face revealed a trace of tenderness.

  He is well aware of the confusion and incomprehension of these heirs in front of him.

  And now, he said that he wanted to abandon them.

  Vulkan knew it was cruel, but only by doing so could he save Nocturne and the entire human race.

  These kids don't know the whole picture.

   They are just judging by their allegiance.

"We all have our own missions, and I will be my brother's vassal and general. And you must be more loyal to him than to me, otherwise, the Horus Transformation will repeat itself. We cannot let this fragile Civilization is killing each other again, boy. Go ahead, prepare the ships for Terra, the grand enthronement ceremony, and the dragon sons of Nocturne."

   Prometheus, who knelt on one knee, stared at his genetic father, and saw only determination in his eyes.

   He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

  The Salamanders, Nocturne, and Vulkan, it is impossible for these three to return to the relationship they had during the Great Crusade.

   Every warband does this.

   Loyalty to the Empire is higher than loyalty to one's genetic father.

  No one can cross this red line, otherwise it will bring turmoil and distrust.

  What would happen if a vassal had an army loyal to him, not to the empire? ?

  The supreme authority of the Lord of Humanity will be weakened.

  This kind of seed will be like a termite hole on the dam, the poison of distrust will slowly spread, and the strong and magnificent dam will be hollowed out, and the flood can easily swallow it.

   "I see, my lord." Prometheus lowered his head, with a hint of sadness in his tone.

  He stood up, and several other company commanders also stood up.

   They knew they could not sway the Primarch's decision.

  Prometheus sighed, turned and left.

  He went to dispatch the Primarch's ship to Terra, and he also needed to take the Dragonborn to Terra.

   If the Salamanders did not participate in the enthronement ceremony of the new emperor, it would undoubtedly be a challenge to its supreme authority.

   After his son left, Vulkan once again set his sights on the crown in his hand, holding it carefully.

  The delicate texture covers the entire crown, which is just perfect.

  This crown can be said to be the best finished product ever.

   Its material is not extraordinary iron, but a mysterious substance extracted from subspace.

  Derived from the most essential thing of those loyal heroic spirits, the indelible loyalty and faith.

  Vulkan forged this visible crown out of invisible things.

  Only the real king can wear it and exert its power and power.

  After putting the crown away, Vulkan looked at the huge Doomsday Volcanoes.

  The hot scarlet magma is constantly erupting, and the sulfur-smelling lava turns into a flowing river flowing in the valley between the volcanoes. The scarlet light is reflected from the river and is swallowed by the black obsidian.

   Such a landform is like the people of Nocturne Star. In the dark body, there are endless flames hidden, which will never cool down.

   Nocturne shaped him, shaped the Salamander.

   But Vulkan also knew that he not only belonged to Nocturne, but to the entire human race.

  His every move should consider the interests of the entire human race, not just the interests of Nocturne.

  The Sons of Horus are loyal to Horus beyond the Emperor and Men.

   Magnus betrayed the Emperor's Last Redemption for the sake of the Thousand Sons.

  These actions have brought about unimaginable disasters.

  In the name of the Primarch, to continue to accept the allegiance of the Son of Fire Dragon is to continue to plant the root of disaster for the future.

  When no betrayal occurs, everyone is loyal.

   Only when betrayal happens, will the world know who the loyalists in disguise are.

   Just like Horus.

   No one knows who is necessarily loyal.

  Every creature has a fickle soul, and will shape its own worldview based on what it knows.

  Military power should be in the hands of only one person, the new Lord of Humanity.

   No one knows who the next Horus will be.

  Humanity can no longer afford a new Horus Rebellion.

   "Let the past pass by. Only by letting go can we embrace the future." Vulkan whispered: "The broken steel can only be renewed after undergoing new shaping and high-temperature tempering."

  The empire is like the broken steel, and repairs will only make it more fragile.

   It is better to smelt and recast to become sharp and hard again.

  The huge dome is built from layers of basalt and diamond.

  The hatch below opened slowly after the visitor entered the genetic key.

  The buzzing of the machinery and the hissing sound of the hydraulic device are mixed together, and the scarlet light of the killing force field slowly fades away, so as to avoid accidentally injuring friendly troops.

  Vulkan, led by Prometheus, entered the interior of the battleship.

   This is a moving black fortress.

  Forged by the Imperial Forge World, it was used by the Salamanders and became their exclusive mothership.

  The empire's casting process for celestial-class warships has become more and more exquisite, and the efficiency has also improved a lot.

  As long as there are enough resources, you can build like dumplings.

  This is the worst of times, with the Great Rift running across the galaxy and unprecedented monsters of the old night roaming the void, waiting to devour unsuspecting travelers at any time.

  The storm in the subspace is constant, and the monsters and powers in it are driven by ambitious wizards with impunity.

  The influence of the gods on the real universe is also unprecedented.

  Some older beings also woke up from their slumber, or broke free from the terrible seal, and came to this universe again.

   And this is also the best era. There are countless imperial warships, and new worlds are discovered and conquered every day.

  Humanity's control over the galaxy has reached an unprecedented level.

  Based on the current speed calculation, it only takes another fifty years for human beings to completely control every planet in the galaxy.

  The resources of the entire galaxy will serve humanity.

  Humanity has become the out-and-out overlord of the galaxy.

  New technological theories are proposed or confirmed every day.

  For the first time, human beings have the opportunity to get rid of the original universe.

   The huge ship that Vulcan boarded was named Fire Dragon.

   was named after Prometheus summoned the other six company commanders and went through a heated debate meeting.

  The scale of the Huolong is extremely large, and its surface area is comparable to a continent.

  Has foundry factories, assembly factories, boot camps, and logistics cities.

   also has an ecosystem that can complete self-circulation.

   Capable of feeding and drinking billions of people without logistics.

  Fire Dragon is a mobile military fortress and colonial warship.

  One day, if human beings can go out of the galaxy, such celestial warships will be the pioneers of pioneering.

  Even if he had seen the period of the Great Crusade, when the emperor was still walking among the stars, Vulkan, the powerful military force of the empire, couldn't help but sigh in his heart when faced with this situation.

   "The empire of today and the empire of the past are no longer the same concept."

   Guarding the Huolong celestial battleship is a magnificent fleet whose scale is far beyond the imagination of the world.

  Vulkan looked out from the porthole.

  The entire starry sky is occupied by a huge number of ships.

  As far as the eye can see, there are all giant steel beasts cast by humans, all crouching in space, always ready to use their fangs to tear apart all enemies who dare to offend humans.

  The brilliance emitted by the conventional plasma engine and the celestial force field engine is like the suns on those ships.

   What made Vulkan even more amazed was that such a terrifying military force only belonged to the Salamanders.

   It is true that the Salamanders are the founding parent group.

   But this battle group is only an insignificant small branch of the huge army system of the empire today.

  If you look at the height of the entire empire, how terrifying the military power of the empire will be.

   This kind of force is already many times more terrifying than that of the Great Expedition period.

   Realizing that all this was due to Guilliman, Vulkan smiled.

  With such a powerful military force, human beings are enough to sweep all directions.

   Conquering the galaxy is nothing more than a bag of tricks.

  As long as there is no infighting like the Horus rebellion in the past, the rise of mankind is unstoppable.

   Renouncing the allegiance of the heir is the right thing to do.

   This empire doesn't need two voices.

   "Let's set sail." Vulkan said: "Let's set sail for Terra."

  Prometheus, who was standing next to Vulkan, nodded, and he reached out and slid across the emerging control panel.

  The command to set sail is communicated to various departments through the data center.

  The engine room was injected with power, and a slight tremor spread from the power energy pile in all directions, passed through the metal structure, and was transmitted to the human body through the steel combat boots.

  Vulkan's terrible hearing can hear all the machinery on the ship humming.

  These sounds merged into the never-ending mechanical hum of the massive Celestial-class battleship, summarizing the various sounds made by the crew.

  Propelling flames were ejected from the rear of the hull, and people felt a slight push in the chest.

  The force field engine also started to work, distorting a huge force field channel for the ship.

   Avoid Celestial-class battleships being torn apart by space tension due to acceleration.

  Under the joint promotion of the conventional engine and the force field engine, the celestial-class warship like a satellite was quickly accelerated to 1% of the speed of light.

   Around it, the rest of the fleet accelerated.

  The engines of all ships are running, perfectly maintaining the fleet formation.

  A large piece of distorted space-time appeared in the void.

   That is the trajectory of the Salamander Battleship Group.

   At the edge of the galaxy, a huge crack has opened.

  The radiance of the warp is projected from it.

  【Fire Dragon's navigation network has been connected to the lighthouse system, and the real-time position has been updated】

  【Entering subspace. 】

  【The destination has been updated - the sacred home of mankind - Terra】

   With the news that Guilliman was about to ascend the throne, it spread like a hurricane to every world in the empire.

  It caused a shock that was no less than an earthquake in the local area.

  The news was so explosive that many people immediately thought that someone was spreading the news.

  I didn't dare to believe it was true until I confirmed it several times.

  The Ten Thousand Orders most loyal to the Emperor, as well as special departments such as the Sisters of Battle and the Sisters of Silence, have publicly expressed their support for the Regent of the Empire.

   Several living saints appeared throughout the empire.

  They conveyed the Emperor's will to the world.

  Imperial Regent - Guilliman is the fateful second Lord of Humanity.

   With so many statements and support, the shock brought by this news did not cause the empire to tear apart.

   Nowadays, there are basically no voices against Guilliman in the empire.

  The group of people who used the things recorded in the book [History of Emperor Sanguinius] to attack the imperial regent have been confirmed to be followers of chaos after investigation.

   Their main purpose is to destabilize the empire.

   Waving the flag and shouting for their evil **** master.

   It caused some confusion, but it also found the pests hidden in the empire for the empire.

  Many disguised officials were exposed and received due punishment.

   Cleared up the chaos of the empire.

  When the so-called struggle between the two factions failed and a large number of anti-imperialists were captured and shot, those who still dare to publicly express their opposition to Guilliman are undoubtedly declaring to others that they are followers of chaos.

   Those cunning traitors would never do that.

  They will only stay in the shadows insidiously, waiting for the next opportunity to attack Guilliman and shake the foundation of the empire.

   Others don't have to do this either.

  Many people traveled to Terra from all over the galaxy to witness the coronation of the Empire's second ruler.

  The empire is a regime that controls millions of planets and is the largest regime in human history.

  The people are too numerous to count.

   It is impossible to count clearly.

  Even with the statistics of the brain.

  In the huge empire, the number of people who died and people who were born every moment was so terrifying that it became a luxury to count the population of the empire completely.

   Just sorting out the number of worlds controlled by the empire and arranging their positions in the empire's division of labor system is already a huge workload.

   It is also a nightmare for the Ministry of the Interior to care about how many residents there are on each planet.

   Only a small number of people dare to cross the stars and go to Terra to witness the coronation ceremony.

  Even if the safety factor of subspace navigation has risen sharply, there are still only a small number of people who dare to go out of the planet.

   Man is always a creature of small scale.

  Get used to living in places you are familiar with.

  However, this small number of people has already crowded the most critical subspace waterways in the empire.

  Every day, those key waterway nodes entering and leaving Terra are overloaded.

  Those spaceports have massive requests every moment for resupply and access to the port.

  Officials are tired of coordinating the ships and relying on doping to keep working.

   But they didn't dare to complain too much about it.

  The ascension of the new emperor will be the most exciting and grand event in the history of the empire.

  No one dares to interfere with it.

   Otherwise, it will definitely be the wrath of the trial court.

  During this long period of ten thousand years, the empire stagnated like an emperor sitting on a golden throne.

  The gigantic cogs stopped spinning the moment the Emperor was mortally wounded and sent to the golden throne.

  With the emergence of the new emperor, the gears of the empire's destiny will turn again and roll forward.

   This is a big event enough to be recorded by later generations.

  Anyone who can participate in it will feel the weight of the glorious history of mankind.

   This journey will be an event worth remembering in a lifetime.

  White Scars learned of the Primarch Jaghatai's return in the five hundred worlds of Ultramar.

  Warriors with many white scars are very eager to meet their genetic father.

  They drove warships from all directions to the Primarch's return route to Terra, just to rendezvous with Jaghatai.

  Considering the authority of the new emperor enthroned, Jaghatai, who is well versed in the art of emperor, also knows very well that the White Scars is no longer his exclusive.

  The white eagles of Chogoris have and can only have one absolute object of allegiance.

   That is the new emperor of the empire, Guilliman.

   This is the best way to avoid a repeat of the Horus Heresy.

   Chaghatai rejected the Chapter's personal allegiance to him and offered them their allegiance to the Emperor.

   This made many fighters of the White Scars feel sad, but under the persuasion of the father of gene, they still accepted the established result.

   Jaghatai refused the allegiance of his sons, but he followed the White Scars to Terra.

   It would be much safer to **** Mortarion that way.

   And can reach Terra faster.

  White Scar ships are much faster than ships of other armies.

  What they pursue is one word, that is, fast.

  Battle skills must be fast, and warships must be even faster.

  Chagatai's journey to Terra was extremely smooth. The demons could only howl outside the Geller force field, but were unable to break the force field and rescue the imprisoned demon primarch.

  They can't do anything but impotent rage.

  Thanks to the proud identity of Primarch Jaghatai and the important task of escorting Mortarion, the Primarch of Demons, the space ports along the way are giving green lights to the ships of the White Scars Chapter.

   It took only half the time for Jaghatai to reach Terra.

  The news of Chagatai's return aroused the excitement of the people of Terra once again.

  After the imperial regent took control of the imperial power, miracles continued to appear like mushrooms after rain.

  The construction of the lighthouse network, the popularization of celestial-class warships, Primaris warriors, the astral legion armed to the teeth, etc.

   Now, the Primarchs lost in history are returning one by one.

   Like a myth repeating itself, the gods of war created by the emperor returned one by one.

  Under the operation and struggle of Guilliman, the empire, which had lost a lot of blood and was only one step away from death, not only returned to its peak, but also broke through to a whole new level.

  In the hearts of many people, the small galaxy can no longer satisfy the human empire.

  The great human race needs more territory and a wider starry sky.

   Under the leadership of Guilliman, they will create a greater legend and create a great cause that will amaze future generations.

  One day, the entire galaxy will surrender at their feet.

  Humanity will create the most powerful regime since the birth of the universe.

  Just the Regent of the Empire has created so many miracles.

  If he becomes the true Emperor of the Empire, what kind of miracles will Guilliman create?

   This has made many people look forward to it.

   Longing for Guilliman to bring more miracles and lead them to create a more brilliant future.

   The welcome ceremony in Chagatai was far less grand than when Guilliman returned to Terra. After all, people were looking forward to the enthronement ceremony in a few months.

   Many departments are busy with this matter.

   It is difficult to mobilize troops to organize a grand welcome ceremony.

  However, Guilliman brought many important figures of the empire to meet Chagatai, and the specifications were beyond the reach of ordinary people.

  The meeting of the two loyal Primarchs on Terra caused many officials to cry. They are regaining the honor they had lost. Humanity is no longer the regime that Twilight is old and dying.

  The grand banquet to welcome Chagatai was held in the palace.

   Before starting, Guilliman chose to take a walk with his brother.

  On the walls of the palace, two giants walk side by side.

  Personal guards wearing heavy cavalry-style armor followed behind them, and several imperial guards also acted as guards to prevent the two loyal Primarchs from being attacked here.

  The Regent of the Empire has achieved unprecedented feats that only the Emperor can match.

  But the rebel forces of the empire have always been undercurrents.

  The gods will not give up the opportunity to drag humans into their terrible kingdom, and will definitely try their best to stop Guilliman.

  Those who claim to see through the truth of the universe will also follow their disgusting masters to obstruct the rise of the empire in every possible way.

   Figure out a way for their **** to rule the real universe.

"I think the last time the two of us walked side by side was already more than 10,000 years ago. Time flies, and everything passes so fast." Guilliman said: "Thinking of the failures of the past, let me It’s so embarrassing. At the beginning, we were only one step away from success. Who would have thought that Horus would destroy everything within ten years.”

   "Yes, after several centuries of expeditions, we rescued mankind from the horror crisis brought by the old night age, but under the betrayal of Horus, it was shattered into pieces." Chagatai was also full of emotion.

  At the beginning, the empire was extremely glorious, and many aliens were killed, even the orc emperor was beheaded.

  It is difficult to find a force that rivals human beings in the starry sky.

  Everyone believes that human beings are about to usher in an unprecedented prosperity.

  Who ever thought that Horus' rebellion came so suddenly.

  As the Emperor's most trusted Primarch, Horus, the Warmaster, controls the military power of the Empire.

  His rebellion brought half the Empire to war, and half the Primarchs to Chaos.

  That war did more harm than any enemy.

   Let the newly established human empire go to pieces.

   Bringing the Emperor's efforts to naught.

"This is a new opportunity." Guilliman pointed to the vibrant city of Terra. It was night, the lights illuminated the entire sky, and the traffic flow was still constant. Even at night, the city was full of vitality .

   Night life is equally rich.

  People who are tired all day meet in twos and threes to go to the entertainment venues they are familiar with, pubs, restaurants, or places to relax like virtual reality.

   They live the dull and uninspired life of an ordinary person, dedicating themselves to their day-to-day work.

  The wealth they create will allow the entire human civilization to complete the ultimate transformation.

   This is a time that needs everyone.

   Need warriors, need scholars, need workers.

  Everything is so well organized.

   "This is indeed an unimaginable feat, Guilliman, you are far superior to all of us." Chagatai looked at the prosperous Terra city, even ten thousand years ago, it was difficult to match the prosperity of today.

   "Are you sincere? Jaghatai." Guilliman looked at Jaghatai, who was as tall as himself, and asked, "Do you really think so?"

"It's absolutely true, Your Majesty." Chagatai changed his title, with a firm look in his eyes, "The future you created may be the best choice for mankind. I am shocked by everything you created, those magnificent fleets, those A strong military, and institutions that are complex but fair."

   Guilliman watched Chagatai, judging the sincerity of the other party's words from the other party's eyes.

   Didn't see a hint of deception.

   "I'm not perfect, Jaghatai, and you probably shouldn't have made up your mind so quickly."

   "It's already done better than most people, and another person would not be able to do this." Chagatai said.

   "Then do you really support me?" Guilliman asked the most core question.

   Chagatai nodded.

  Guilliman showed a smile, "Thank you for your trust. Perhaps, you should know something. Seeing the darkness and twists and turns behind this prosperity, we may be able to reduce the possibility of disagreements in the future."

  Chagatai showed a puzzled look.

  Guilliman beckoned and let a safety-verified floating airship land in front of him.

   "Let's go, there are some things you need to know." Guilliman said.

  Every city has a huge brain core building.

  The wriggling giant human head stores all the information of the city, and perfectly coordinates the allocation of resources and production tasks.

  Using such technology, human cities have achieved an alternative intelligence.

   There is also such a brain building in the imperial palace.

  It is more advanced and stores more data.

  Guilliman led Jaghatai into the brain building of the palace.

  The huge building covers a vast area, and a large number of mechanical equipment are placed on each floor, connected by thick energy pipelines and data cables.

   Mechanical priests and technologists maintain these devices here.

  Here is stored most of the data information of the empire.

  The information that can be stored in this way can be found here.

   Those data that are not allowed to be stored with bioelectronic information can only be found in the great library guarded by the Custodians and Gray Knights.

  In the core area of ​​the brain building.

  A large number of information windows are suspended in the air.

  Chagatai has an information digestion ability far beyond that of ordinary people. It can take a few seconds to read and understand information that others can only fully digest in a few days.

   But when he walked into the data center, seeing the massive amount of data still made him feel dazed.

  A superhuman brain cannot process so much information in a short period of time.

   "What are you going to tell me?" Chagatai asked puzzled.

   With a wave of his hand, Guilliman moved several holographic windows to Jaghatai.

  【Human purebred genetic organ research project】

  【Collection of Primordial Warrior Improvement Data】

  【Original Warrior Battlefield Data Report】

   Chagatai stared at Guilliman, who nodded, motioning him to read the report.

   This kind of work didn't take long.

  Chagatai finished reading it.

  His brows were slightly frowned, and the confusion in his eyes was replaced by horror.

   After Jaghatai realized what Guilliman had done, he looked up at him.

   "Did you really do that?" Chagatai said: "Using human purebred gene seeds to replace the original gene seeds??"

   "Yes, all gene seeds have been replaced, including me." Guilliman said calmly.

   "Who knows about this?" Chagatai looked at Guilliman like he was looking at a madman, such behavior was tantamount to playing with fire.

"Including you now, there are three people who know about it. Even the technical priests involved in this work don't know." Guilliman said with a smile: "I also specially implanted a correction program in the heart of the empire, those implanted The original cast warriors in the heart of the empire, the gene seeds born are all made up of purebred human genes."

  The Heart of Guilliman was officially changed to the Heart of the Empire after several meetings.

   Less personal touches.

   Let the fighters accept it better.

   Let them feel that they are loyal to the empire, to the emperor of the empire, rather than simply to the great lord of Ultramar - Guilliman.

  A name has different particularities, and it needs to take care of people's emotions and reduce people's resistance.

   "Do the other brothers know?" Chagatai said.

"You were the first to know." Guilliman stared at Jaghatai, and said in a serious tone: "I think you are the ally I am most likely to win, because you are the most rational among them, you know What does the human race need."

   "The era of the Primarch has passed, and human beings can no longer suffer from the greed of the gods. Nothing is eternal, and even I will withdraw from the rule of the Empire one day and hand it over to a better successor."

   Chagatai was silent for a long time, what Guilliman did was undoubtedly to erase the last traces of the Emperor.

   Space Marines are the Emperor's greatest gift to humanity.

   They have protected humanity for ten thousand years in this dark universe.

   Now, they have been renamed Primaris Warriors, and even the traces of the Emperor's transformation in them have almost disappeared.

   "What do you use as their anchor, you must know that the reason why the Primarch was created is that our father wanted the Legion to have an anchor to control those irreversible genetic mutations." Chagatai asked.

"The heart of the empire, the heart of the empire is a collection of all the genetic technologies, which describe the genetic program of human beings. The heart of the empire is like a dam of a river, controlling the genes so that they will not break through the shackles." Guilliman slid his hand, Another information window appeared in front of Jaghatai.

  Reading the information inside, Jaghatai knew that Guilliman had already made all preparations.

  From the heart of the empire implanted into human purebred genes.

  Every step has been calculated, and now I tell myself that it is just a situation where the game is set, and I hope to get the support of the original body as much as possible.

   "I can't find any reason to object." Chagatai said: "You have made all the arrangements, what else can I say?"

   "I want to know, do you support me?" Guilliman asked.

Jaghatai stared at Guilliman, "I will swear allegiance to you, brother, you are the new emperor, the ruler of the empire, I support your decision, maybe the era of the Primarch should really pass, we can't always It’s looking at the past, so you can’t spread your wings to the future.”

Guilliman smiled. He put a hand on Jaghatai's shoulder and said, "I knew I could trust you, Jaghatai. You will always be the most rational of us, Empire." Your people will be cheering for you. When we strike the final blow against the traitors of the Eye of Terror, those **** fools will absolutely be terrified by the Chogoris Eagle's vengeance, and Abaddon will cry like a fart of."

   "You are exaggerating." Chagatai said with a smile.

"No, Chagatai, you don't know how important you are to me. Just like a sailing boat needs the wind, a swimming fish needs the ocean, I need your help, Jagatai." Kiri Man said: "Let's talk as we go, some things require a heavyweight to sit in order to stop the destruction of those demons."

   "For example?" Chagatai asked.

   "Build a tunnel or something." Guilliman said: "Those damned demons are already doing everything they can to stop the construction of the empire."

   "The devil still prevents the empire from building tunnels??" Chagatai felt that his brain was not enough.

  The behavior pattern of subspace demons is unpredictable.

  It can prevent the construction of tunnels, which is somewhat weird, right? ?

   "Of course, the location of the tunnel is a bit special." Guilliman added.

  Looking at Chagatai's confused and questioning eyes, Guilliman smiled and added the rest.

"The tunnel was built in the depths of the subspace. I found that the universe is like an island on the sea, and the subspace is the air and ocean including the island. As long as we can build roads, we can continuously send troops to other universes."

"I have already made a plan. After solving the small problems of the Necrons, Orcs, and the Eye of Terror, I will launch a new expedition to the outside of the galaxy and other universes at the same time. Humans need to continuously expand their living range in order to Live better. Only in this way can we completely defeat the gods."

"The threat we are facing now is only a part of them. Even if we defeat their minions, it will not help. The foundation is still there, and they can have a steady stream of minions. Only by completely cutting off their roots will the They are expelled from the territory of human life in order to prevent future troubles."

   Chagatai stared at Guilliman, shocked by his words.

  He has been fighting in subspace for many years, so he naturally knows that the horror of the gods is not just their ability to corrupt.

  The gods are like weeds, the wild fire is endless, and the spring wind blows and regenerates.

  This is also the reason why many civilizations cannot defeat the gods.

   Those civs can win countless times.

   The gods only need to win once is enough.

  He just didn't expect that Guilliman had also seen through the essence of the gods, and planned to fight a multi-universe battle with those terrifying guys.

   This is much crazier than the Emperor!

  (end of this chapter)