What The Heck, I'm Not A Psychiatrist

Sandman's eyes flashed with approval, the question hitting the core precisely. "A very good question." He smiled and nodded, bringing up another set of data—a green, glowing metal skull appeared on the screen.

"The Necron race is something you can focus on. They not only committed deicide, but killed more than one god. You should have heard of them, though the Imperium has only encountered relatively weak dynasties so far. Many Imperial fleets simply regard them as a slightly more powerful type of Xenos, just another one among the vast sea of powerful Xenos."

"But I must warn you, be extremely cautious. If this slumbering race is fully awakened, they will be an enemy countless times more powerful than the Rak'Gol." Sandman warned Ferrus with an unprecedentedly stern tone. He would seal away the memories of the Necrons' deicidal capabilities; excessive curiosity truly killed the cat.

"Angron, if you have no more questions, I'll proceed with sealing your memories." Sandman looked at the silent Angron, who was unusually quiet this time.

Angron finally looked up, his crimson eyes devoid of their usual ferocity, only a few traces of solemnity remaining. "How do we resist this kind of sudden divine pollution?" Angron was considering what to do if they encountered such a situation on the battlefield.

"This question is very complex. First, it depends on where the pollution originates and from what level of existence it emanates. If it directly emanates from a god, there is no solution except for beings of the same level. If it's from something insignificant, used as a weapon, then firm faith can offer temporary resistance." Sandman's expression darkened imperceptibly. Sandman actually didn't want to answer Angron's question.

This question should be for the next version. Chaos Daemons, to some extent, can also be understood as divine pollution. It involves the issue of faith, which makes many things complicated. Faith is naturally linked to religion, and religion implies ignorance and superstition, which is the complete opposite of the science and reason preached by humanity.

He himself didn't have to believe in these convoluted matters, and the Emperor could use the Imperial Truth as a tool to advance the Great Crusade, but the common people couldn't.

Preachers spread throughout the various expeditionary fleets preached the Imperial Truth daily. The people of the Imperium in this era truly revered this ideology, and the Imperial Truth genuinely helped the Imperium of the Great Crusade era establish that upward, soaring spirit—this was the key to the Great Crusade becoming "humanity's peak after the eternal night." This achievement was something Sandman could never erase.

"Sigismund, as Dorn's representative, do you have any questions? Though even if you ask, I won't tell Dorn." Sandman looked with great curiosity at the renowned "Sword Saint," Sigismund. In the background, even if Sigismund were a hundred years younger, he would have twisted the head off Abaddon, who was clad in divine armor. Unfortunately, Sigismund was too old back then...

"I believe the questions from the Primarchs are sufficient to enlighten Father. My level does not allow me to contemplate such profound issues." Sigismund was very clear about his position; these topics were too high-level for him to ask.

"Excessive humility is not a good trait. In the future, the Emperor and I will provide you with an opportunity to touch upon higher levels." Sandman said to the elite Astartes led by Sigismund.

Since the Chaos Gods could create a horde of Daemons, why couldn't he and the Emperor create their own Daemons? Didn't the later Daemonculaba and the Living Saint Celestine prove it?

Therefore, Sandman planned to discuss this issue with the Emperor after the Emperor released his psychic communication from the "little black room."

Although Celestine was powerful, what could she do alone? Look at the Chaos Gods; who didn't have a horde of Daemons at their disposal? Sandman even felt that the number of Daemonculaba was too small. Look at the Daemons under the Chaos Gods; their armies were endless, but the Emperor's were never enough. The Daemonculaba only appeared on the most urgent battlefields.

This would make the neighboring four gods think the Imperium couldn't afford them. They needed to expand, with a Daemonculaba for every battlefield!

As for the candidates, Sandman had already planned it. The Astartes who became famous throughout the Imperium in 30K would be the new Daemons of the future. These heroes who emerged from the fires of the Great Crusade were the most suitable candidates for "new Daemons," weren't they? Their loyalty, combat prowess, and wisdom were far superior to those Chaos Daemons who only knew how to please their worshipped deities.

At this point, where could Sandman find the fanatical followers of the Ecclesiarchy who worshipped the Emperor to transform? Fortunately, there were plenty of ready-made Astartes, far more powerful than those mortal believers. In the 30K era, countless Astartes had personally led the Emperor in slaughtering innumerable Xenos and witnessed the Emperor's might. They could better comprehend the Emperor's power than the fanatical followers crudely manufactured by the later Ecclesiarchy.

Especially Sigismund, as the first High Marshal of the Black Templars, the Chapter most fanatically devoted to the Emperor in later times, his faith was far stronger than those Emperor's faithful who were still in their nascent stages.

"We have already heard the story between Lord Sandman and Archmagos Anselm. When the Emperor summons, we will certainly obey Lord Sandman's command." Sigismund

took half a step forward, placing his right hand on the cross on his chest, his movements as solemn as if performing a silent oath. When the Sword Saint spoke, his words were flawless. Anyone who said Dorn's sons were rigid and inflexible, Sandman would definitely argue with them. Dorn's sons understood the art of balance far better than he imagined.

"Alright, since all questions have been asked, I will now proceed to seal your memories. My apologies, everyone." Sandman looked at all the Primarchs and initiated the psychic array for sealing memories. A massive array enveloped everyone present. Deep within their minds, black chains firmly sealed these memories. Anyone attempting to access them through various means would alert Sandman. Only when Sandman deemed it permissible by the Emperor to officially share this information with the Primarchs would he unseal these memories.

However, Sandman estimated that this time would not be soon. It was only the mid-point of the Great Crusade. After dealing with the Rak'Gol Xenos and the Orkoid of Ullanor, humanity's Great Crusade would reach its peak, and the fortune of the human race would also reach its zenith.

Only when the fortune of the human race began to decline would the evil tentacles of the Chaos Gods extend into the material universe. By the time of the rebellion, this part of the memory should be unsealed, and they would truly understand what humanity's eternal enemy was.

Unlike the Xenos races in the material universe, who truly died after being killed, the Chaos Gods were like a disgusting scab, an unshakeable stain that humanity could not get rid of no matter how hard they tried. They would return to the material universe shortly after being slain, wreaking havoc and disturbing the Imperium's peace.

"I need to get Malcador to hurry up and create the Grey Knights. The number of Soulless is too small, and it's difficult for the Daemonculaba to enter the material universe!" Sandman muttered inwardly about the increasingly fanatical, specialized anti-daemon force of later generations.

The anti-daemon force with the lowest batch production difficulty was likely the Grey Knights. The scarcity of Soulless was unavoidable, but the prerequisite for the Grey Knights was Psykers, and the Imperium still had plenty. Especially as time passed, more and more people in the human race would awaken their psychic talents.

No matter how stringent the Grey Knights' selection criteria were, the troop numbers would at least be sufficient. As long as they didn't push people to death during recruitment like the later Grey Knights, a Legion-sized anti-daemon force could be easily assembled.

The Grey Knights' selection criteria recorded in official documents were not selections at all; they were clearly life-threatening. Couldn't these fanatics categorize them? Couldn't people with different psychic talents perform different tasks? The reason for the Grey Knights' stagnant numbers was entirely due to the Imperium's actions.

The Grey Knights were Astartes first and foremost, and only then a specialized anti-daemon force. Besides their psychic powers, they were still formidable fighters. Even if their psychic abilities were weaker, ordinary Astartes wielded Chainswords, so surely the Grey Knights wouldn't be inferior to ordinary Astartes.

After the meeting concluded, Lion and the others returned to their respective fronts and reorganized their attacks, launching even fiercer assaults that continuously battered the Rak'Gol defenses. The Alpha Legion also disappeared from the Imperium's right flank, and the Raven Guard fleet reoccupied the original defensive line.

This sudden military deployment caused renewed panic within the Rak'Gol territory. They were truly terrified of the Raven Guard and instinctively assumed that this mysterious Legion, newly appeared on the battlefield with the Hydra insignia, would once again strike the western border of the Rak'Gol.

After a long period of vigilance, the Rak'Gol Xenos found no trace of the vanished fleet within their territory, which finally allowed them to breathe a sigh of relief. However, it was clear that the Rak'Gol had relaxed too soon. Although the Alpha Legion's agents did not create as much of a stir as the Raven Guard, they infiltrated the Rak'Gol territory like a gentle spring breeze, silently and seamlessly, beginning their covert operations.