"I can go into the Warp with you."
Guilliman suddenly said.
"No matter what my other brothers think, I will. We can enter the Warp together, just like during the Plague War."
Had it been anyone other than Qin Mo hearing this, they might have thought Guilliman was merely being hypocritically polite.
But Qin Mo believed Guilliman was speaking his true thoughts.
Back during the Plague War, when Qin Mo decided to enter the Warp and teach Nurgle a lesson, Guilliman could have chosen not to enter Nurgle's Demon Realm, yet he had followed right after him.
Retirement was what Guilliman had long dreamed of.
But if Qin Mo alone did this while everyone else remained in the Real Universe as though they bore no responsibility at all, that would not do.
That was what Guilliman thought.
"I really want to agree." Qin Mo looked at Guilliman. "But I can't. There will still be many things to handle after I leave. As for matters within humanity, matters between Talon and the Imperium, it will not be enough to leave them solely to the Tyranids. The Imperium needs you there."
Guilliman fell silent for a moment, then said, "Though I have always wanted to retire, if there is still work for me to do, then I must do it. Whether it is conflicts within humanity or matters in the Warp, if I can be of use, bring me into the Warp once things in the Real Universe are settled. After the Four Gods are all destroyed, I can finally retire completely and never worry about anything again."
"I won't be fighting alone in the Warp. If I need your help, I will call for it." Qin Mo nodded in agreement.
But Qin Mo had no intention of returning halfway through to