The Emperor Descends (Bonus Chapter for Alliance Leaders Bailu and Cangyue)

The Primarch received Qin Yun in a reception room.

The reception room was simply and plainly furnished.

The large wooden table was set with data pillars and government documents.

Several well-read books were piled up on the corner of the table.

The Primarch sat in a large chair behind the table.

When Qin Yun walked in, he stood up from his chair and came over to shake hands.

"Welcome, Guide."

Guilliman was very enthusiastic.

"I'm sorry, I scheduled you for last."

"But I absolutely didn't mean anything by it, I just wanted to have more time to talk to you."

After the battle, Guilliman dismissed everyone and chose to be alone to calm himself down.

Guilliman, being the Primarch, possessed an incredibly strong ability to withstand pressure.

They quickly recovered from their feelings of disappointment and pessimism.

He fulfilled his duties as the Emperor's son.

He met successively with Calgar, the representative of the Ynnead Army, Voldus, the Living Saint, and others.

Learn about the current state of the Imperium from their accounts.

During this period, Guilliman employed every ounce of his affability and cunning as a politician.

We strive to create a harmonious and friendly atmosphere.

To make the other person unconsciously reveal more information.

And perfectly conceal the emotional fluctuations that arose from the other person's response.

Everyone who spoke with Guilliman wore a smile, infected by the Primarch's sincerity and optimism.

But none of them noticed the loss and pain deep in the Primarch's eyes.

The current state of the Imperium is appalling: religious Fanaticism, bureaucratic corruption, and rampant ignorance.

The Adeptus Mechanicus become increasingly conservative, and science and rationality have vanished.

Confusion and fear nearly suffocated Guilliman.

The grief and pain almost brought him to tears.

But he dared not show it.

Because he is the Primarch, the Emperor's son,

He is a pillar of support for those trapped in despair; everyone is watching him.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with this arrangement," Qin Yun replied calmly and confidently.

"Has anyone ever told you that you look a lot like my brother, Sanguinius?"

Guilliman scrutinized the white wings on Qin Yun's back.

He instinctively reached out to touch it.

But then he remembered that the other person wasn't his brother.

I resisted the urge.

"Many people say that, even the demons say that." Qin Yun looked at Guilliman. "Are you thinking of your brother? Do you wish I were him?"

Guilliman's face showed surprise and unease. "You know what I'm thinking? Are you reading my mind?"

"No." Qin Yun shook his head. "I never use mental skills on anyone other than prisoners and enemies with important intelligence."

"Your thoughts are too intense; even without using telepathy, I can hear your inner voice."

Guilliman breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems I need to learn to restrain myself and protect my mind."

"You're right. When you walked in, for a moment I thought you were Sanguinius."

"When I realized that you really weren't, a sense of loss welled up inside me."

Qin Yun walked to the window and looked through the stained glass at the city of Macragge, which was being rebuilt.

"It's human nature, and it's understandable."

Guilliman also came over.

"I never imagined that when I opened my eyes, ten thousand years would have passed, and my memory would still be stuck on the Battle of Thessala."

"My traitorous brother pierced my throat with his sword. I listened to the desperate cries of my offspring and finally fell into a long slumber. When I awoke again, it was ten thousand years later."

"I failed. I let my father down. I should have spent most of my energy on rebuilding the Imperium."

"But he lost his mind in anger, which led to the disastrous defeat in the Battle of Thessala."

Guilliman's words were filled with weariness and deep sorrow.

This is a side of him that he would never show to others.

Because of Qin Yun's special circumstances, he regarded him as a substitute for a brother.

They spoke freely, venting their emotions.

Qin Yun listened without answering.

He knew Guilliman just wanted an audience, not comfort or answers.

"My arrogance, along with that of my brothers and my father, has created the Imperium we have today."

"If Horus were still alive, he would probably be laughing at us with glee."

"The Imperium on which we once placed our hopes has become a rotten and bloated corpse, devoid of any trace of reason or hope."

"Only fear, hatred, and ignorance keep this zombie alive."

"I desperately wish I had died in the Siege of Terra, rather than live to witness all of this."

Guilliman clenched his fist and slammed it into the air, then fell silent.

He didn't even dare to vent his anger.

Because he is now the only remaining banner of the Imperium of Man.

Indulging one's emotions is a luxury.

Speaking of the Siege of Terra, Guilliman's face showed sadness again.

He could never forgive himself for missing the Siege of Terra.

Even though there were only nine hours left to travel, we still couldn't make it.

By the time he arrived in Terra, the Chaos traitors had already been defeated.

He had assumed the Emperor had dealt with the traitor.

He only found out what had happened after he reached the ground.

The entire Imperial Palace was reduced to ruins.

Corpses were piled one on top of another; the horrific death and injury was beyond description.

Sanguinius died, Malcador died, and the mortally wounded Emperor sat on the Golden Throne.

Several Legiones Astartes were decimated, with very few surviving.

Everything in the Imperium was destroyed.

When Guilliman fell silent, Qin Yun placed his hand on his shoulder.

"Lord Guilliman, look at those people outside; they are still rebuilding their homes with great enthusiasm."

"In this desperate era, they did not give up, but continued to fight tenaciously, remaining indomitable even when surrounded by enemies."

"There is still hope. We still have a chance to change all of this, and you are not alone."

"I was just venting for a moment," Guilliman said. "Nothing can break a Primarch."

"That's good." Qin Yun nodded.

"Tell me about yourself," Guilliman said. "You are shrouded in mystery, but I am certain that you carry my father's presence. Otherwise, I would never have told you all this."

"I am Living Saint of the God-Emperor, his Chosen, and naturally I possess His aura," Qin Yun said.

Guilliman shook his head. "Celestine is also Living Saint, but she lacks something. I can't quite put my finger on it, but that's the difference between you and her."

"I heard from them that you come from the Calixis Sector, a sector established after the Great Crusade, near the Ghoul Stars. Why are you there?"

Qin Yun also wondered why he was there.

But no one answered!

You can't exactly say the Emperor just threw it away!

"The Calixis Sector is close to the frontier of the Imperium, Terra's control over it is weak, which will help me accumulate strength."

"You have a problem with Terra?" Guilliman asked.

"Power corrupts," Qin Yun said. "I'm currently pushing for educational reforms in Automata and also innovating various technologies on a large scale."

"And in those guys' eyes, I'm probably still a Mutants."

Qin Yun pointed to his wings.

"I don't want to be chased down and beaten by the Ecclesiarchy, the Inquisition, Adeptus Mechanicus."

"You are Living Saint, my father's Chosen," Guilliman emphasized.

"The Imperium has become so obsessed that if the Emperor were to wake up and dare to oppose the Ecclesiarchy, he would be regarded as a heretic and shot twice."

"I'm just a half- Living Saint, wouldn't I be roasted into a cumin chicken wing by them?"

Qin Yun showed no reverence for the Emperor or the Imperium.

This surprised Guilliman, but also pleased him.

In this dark and hopeless era, it's quite difficult to find someone who isn't obsessed and with whom you can have normal conversations.

Calgar and others held him in excessive awe, while Celestine was Fanaticism.

They couldn't trust those Aeldari guys.

"My father hated religion the most; he believed that religion poisoned humanity."

"Now he is treated as a god, and many evils are committed in his name. How ironic."

"If my father were to wake up, I'm afraid the first ones to run away would be these religious people."

Guilliman wore a mocking expression.

Qin Yun said, "Your words remind me of a lame joke."

"What joke?" Guilliman looked at Qin Yun with a hint of curiosity.

Qin Yun began to tell the joke he remembered.

"The Fabricator-General and the Archbishop chatted, each boasting. The Fabricator General said that he had dug up an STC that could produce a pill to revive the dead."

"The priest boasted that the Ecclesiarchy could travel from Holy Terra to the Eye of Terror in just ten minutes, thanks to the faith of the God-Emperor."

"Later on, the Fabricator General demanded payment, and the Archbishop panicked, summoning the high-ranking officials of the Ecclesiarchy to discuss countermeasures."

One priest said, "That's simple. Have the Fabricator General bring the pills. The God-Emperor takes them, and if he's resurrected, the entire Ecclesiarchy can run from Terra to the Eye of Terror in less than five minutes."

Guilliman soon tasted the irony of the joke.

His worried face relaxed, and a smile appeared on his face.

"This joke is pretty good; I'm going to write it in my diary."

"Whatever you want," Qin Yun said generously. "I won't ask you for royalties, but if you insist on giving me some, I won't refuse."

"Then you'll be disappointed, because I won't give it to you," Guilliman said.

The two looked at each other and laughed.

A moment later, Guilliman made a tactful request.

"Guide, could you let me speak with my father?"

Qin Yun looked troubled. "I don't have the ability to actively summon the God-Emperor,"

"But you can come with me to the Shrine, and when I receive my reward, you can call out, and perhaps He will respond."

Guilliman nodded. "Let's give it a try."

Qin Yun led Guilliman to the nearest Shrine.

After he performed the Aquila Salute, a hole of light appeared above the Shrine as always.

The Cherub emerged from the cave of light, carrying a huge metal box.

Inside the box is the legendary weapon that Qin Yun obtained after completing "Special Mission: Resurrecting Roboute"Guilliman.

Qin Yun suppressed his excitement, turned to look at Guilliman, and signaled him to begin.

Guilliman did as instructed, hoping the Emperor would provide guidance.

Qin Yun had initially given up hope.

Because the Emperor performed miracles very few times during these ten thousand years.

But after Guilliman's prayer ended, countless voices rose up near the Shrine.

It was as if millions of people were whispering to each other at the same time.

The Cherub, who should have flown back, stopped in their tracks.

Its eyes emitted a golden light.

As bright as a star,

It is as ancient as time itself.

The Cherub looked at Guilliman and spoke, his voice filled with majesty and power.

"Guilliman, my child, my tool"

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