Old Man Huang, Do You Want a Wife or Not?

The priest was devout, but ultimately not as devout as the priest of Little Life, because the updates that God sent them to Little Boy were too fast, so fast that Guilliman felt he couldn't keep up with the times, especially after discovering that almost all his brothers had amazing superpowers, he felt like a useless piece of trash.

"Luojia, could you perform that again?"

"You want to see more?"

"Yes, I want to learn!"

Despite Guilliman's persistent pleas, and even after demonstrating it many times, Luojia still unfolded her wings of light and dragged Guilliman, this Psychic Power Muggle, around the Imperial Palace, while casually chanting the Nine Syllable Mantra - Dui, Ma, Run, Dian, Xiao, Ji, Le, Bang, Ying, to demonstrate to him what it means to be Golden Word Envoy.

The essence of Luojia is a simple faith born from ignorance, and also the beautiful hope of all spirits for the future. However, Luojia rejected faith and refused to become a subordinate of the God-Emperor. Instead, he devised a liberation theology and created a brand-new fighting style based on the background of the times, using faith to control people and kill gods in the righteous way.

In layman's terms, Luojia had an epiphany; it doesn't mean she didn't believe in God, but rather that she became even more devout.

Yes, but the definition of God is up to her to decide.

The idea that human rights are divinely ordained is nonsense; divine right is what we call the right path. Anyone I don't consider to be divine is just a bunch of idiots.

Combined with her already formidable Psychic Power, Luojia's abilities have improved dramatically. The more devout she is, the higher her magical power becomes, even to the point of specializing in her field, especially in attacking Warp Creature, making her practically a miniature version of a Yellow Skins.

However, Luojia is still the same Luojia; clinging to powerful figures is her instinct, only now she's changed the powerful figure. And who is this powerful figure?

Seeing Luo Luojia staring at her with a strange look, Mordred suddenly felt a little regretful, thinking that a leopard can't change its spots.

But after her epiphany, Luojia became even more shameless. The more Mordred resisted her, the more excited she became, to the point that she developed a twisted belief. However, Mordred was not swayed by this belief, so she became even more perverted.

But none of this matters to Guilliman; he just wants to develop some amazing superpowers.

Zhuang Sen can Forest Walk, and this ability isn't some knock-off like Mordred's; it's a strategic weapon. He can lead an entire Chapter across star systems, storming your home base without warning and knocking your head off with a single punch.

Moreover, the Lion King has maxed out magic resistance, so even when Mordred goes mad, he's the first to react. That jungle illusion is his eternal Gensokyo, and calling it a mini-divine realm wouldn't be an exaggeration. He's definitely the one who's benefited the most from the version's bonuses.

As for Mordred, there's no need to say more. Warp. No matter how much you try to outdo her, she can just Flash Backstab the Emperor three times. Her health bar is longer than your life. The only thing she lacks is a good mechanic.

Mordred also has the same mechanics, but I had to reset my skill points and start over. I got tricked last time, so this time I'll just switch to C'tan.

Even Sisyphus has two amazing skills; she can hide there silently, and even the Primarch can't detect her. She's a pure genius, and has even reached the level of memetic contamination, making her much stronger than the Raven Guard still need to stealth.

Therefore, Guilliman believed he should learn a couple of special skills, at least to save face and avoid being looked down upon by everyone and always being left to work in his hometown.

Unfortunately, Guilliman's idea was wonderful, but he just couldn't learn it, to the point that he started to miss Rambo. At least when Rambo was in his dog form, he could actually go toe-to-toe with Magnus's magic.

That feeling was so exhilarating. After all, Guilliman wasn't exactly an honest man, and he was particularly prone to getting carried away. But every time he got carried away, he encountered tough opponents. While others were easily defeating weaker opponents, he was directly confronting the boss.

It wasn't that Guilliman wasn't trying; the problem was that no one was willing to step up, which led to his reputation as a novice. And now that his brothers had finally returned, he had no opportunity to use his skills.

Watching the four of them chatting happily with Sisyphus, completely isolating themselves from him, Guilliman was quite troubled. He wondered why things had turned out this way when he had arrived first.

"Father, you must have a way, right?"

"Me! Are you kidding me?" Yellow Skins 12345 shouted angrily, cursing Guilliman for being inhuman. What nonsense about no one stepping up at crucial moments? He's talking rubbish! We've been calling you non-stop with Psychic Power calls, and you're not answering!

"Your account is probably ruined. Why don't you call my good granddaughter over? A good granddaughter can bring prosperity to three generations!"

These words made Guilliman even more frustrated, especially since he had believed Mordred's lies and taken Ephraime along to that research institute.

He went in perfectly fine, but came out with a child, leaving him and Ephraime in a terrible predicament. The Ynnead Ultramarines questioning their existence.

Because of this, Caldor, that Rebellious son, even held a meeting and named the little one Tarasha, which means "child of purity" in Aeldari.

Guilliman was furious; he had never been so angry before. But he didn't even have the chance to carry out the family discipline. Caldor had secretly run away and returned to Macragge, where he was replaced by an even more rebellious Sicarius, who immediately accused him of having an affair with Xenos.

"Father, Tarasha isn't your granddaughter, she's Xenos!"

"So noisy~"

A cacophony of demonic sounds filled his ears, and a Psychic Power attack descended from the sky, sending Guilliman tumbling backward. This was followed by a cacophony of holy curses. "You Rebellious son, how dare you be so ungrateful! If Tarasha is Xenos, then what am I?"

"Father, I didn't mean that! I didn't even think that way!"

"You admit you thought about it?"

"..--"

The Emperor is still the same Emperor. Even if he were to be shattered into countless pieces, his Morality standards would probably not be as high as those of a dog. He immediately unleashed his powerful Psychic Power and grabbed Guilliman: "Number 13, if you dare to slander my good grandson, then I will sever my father-son relationship with you. I didn't see any hateful Xenos, only a group of Abhumans who are loyal to the Empire."

"If it's useful, even bad things are good; if it's useless, even good things are bad. If you dare to say anything bad about me again, do you believe I'll marry you off?"

"Why? Why not Mordred?" Guilliman thought he had misheard, then met the Emperor's slightly empty eyes. "Mordred is too shameless. I can't bear to marry him off. What if he rebels?"

He can really take the Aeldari to fly; I have more authority to say that than you do. I've actually been to Commorragh.

But you are different. You are my son, and most importantly, the Imperial Regent.

Zhuang Sen would kill them with a single blow, Luojia would turn them into mincemeat, Mordred would secretly eat the Xenos, and as for Sisyphus, you know she's truly brainless.

"If I could really exchange you for the right to use the Webway, then the Empire would be saved. Why didn't I think of that back then?"

Guilliman thought the Emperor was insane, but ironically, the Emperor really was. From a political perspective, the Emperor was indeed right, but you can't just look at it that way.

"You Yellow Skins, what are you doing? Bullying Guilliman again? You're itching for a beating if I don't beat you up in three days."

Mordred's voice was as reliable as ever, instantly saving Guilliman. But after Guilliman finished recounting the astonishing wisdom of the Yellow Skins 12345, no one present spoke; instead, they began discussing its feasibility.

"No, what are you doing? I'm your own brother!"

"Whether we're related or not is another matter, but what the Yellow Skins said is indeed true. We must capture these remaining members of the Aeldari. But I think we can go further. I've thought of someone, or rather, a beautiful and charming widow."

"Old Man Huang, do you want a wife?"