Could a human really say something like that?
Even Guilliman was gripped by immense doubt.
It felt as though his mind had been ravaged by some hand from the Warp.
Then his memory modules and language modules had been scrambled.
To the point that, in 40K, he had actually heard Horus's name.
Surely he would not hear that The Emperor was still walking among mankind next.
And that Malcador was still serving as the Lord Regent of humanity!
"Send me the Imperium's recent records."
"My lord, you need rest!"
"No. I need to know what has become of the Imperium."
Guilliman commanded the greatest power in the entire Imperium.
Especially during the 30K era.
When Horus rebelled, he knew that his greatest threat was Guilliman's standing force of 250,000 Space Marines and more than 3,000 warships.
A force of that scale was enough to allow Guilliman to determine victory on the Imperium's battlefields.
That was why Horus had Lorgar lead the Word Bearers in luring Guilliman's legion into a trap and massacring Guilliman's troops.
Yet Guilliman had simply pulled another 250,000 cans out of his home and rejoined the war.
Although Ultramar World had suffered devastating damage during Guilliman's slumber, and the entanglement of various factions and nobles had made every reform within the Ultramarines exceedingly difficult, causing their numbers to shrink to a pitiful level compared to the Great Crusade era, they still maintained abundant combat strength compared to other Chapters.
Guilliman examined the records.
With the Imperium's history over the past ten thousand years, along with the explanations provided by those around him, he swiftly came to understand its current state.
"Malcador really is acting as Regent, then..."
Others were returning as well.
Horus.
If Horus returned, who knew whether he would trigger another upheaval?
Guilliman was worried.