Guilliman had indeed made his choice.
Just as Duanmu Huai had comforted him, no matter what, even after losing the Primarchs, humanity had managed to survive for ten thousand years.
Religious faith? Duanmu Huai felt that this was not particularly difficult to accept. Would one's soul return to the Golden Throne, or become a toy of the Chaos Gods? The choice was obviously clear.
Although Guilliman was eager to reclaim the entire Ultramar sector and protect the whole empire once more, Duanmu Huai managed to talk him out of it. He reminded Guilliman not to forget the ultimate result of the Master of Mankind's hasty and completely unplanned Great Expedition. Haste makes waste. Humanity was indeed in danger, but at least for now, Cadia still survived, and the Great Rift had yet to appear. Relying on their own strength, humanity was still capable of resisting Warp Daemons and the corruption of Chaos.
"The troops haven't even moved, and the supplies should come first. I think you should take this opportunity to keep doing what you're good at."
What Guilliman was good at was naturally administration, followed by F2A.
As a congratulatory gift for Guilliman's return, Duanmu Huai also gave him a small present.
"What's this?"
Looking curiously at the object about the size of a suitcase, Guilliman turned to Duanmu Huai, who merely chuckled.
"This is called a Reality Stabilizing Anchor. It's specifically used to deal with the Warp Space. Well, it might not work for other people, but for a Psychic Power muggle like you, it's just right."
"What do you mean, Psychic Power muggle..."
Looking at the grinning Duanmu Huai, Guilliman was speechless. Although he still maintained a necessary degree of wariness toward Duanmu Huai, Guilliman had to admit that after ten millennia, this Grand Inquisitor was probably