Whispers

"Ambitious... ambitious..."

The Whisper, like a persistent, stabbing wound, suddenly exploded in Guilliman's ears.

The voice carried the chilling and seductive quality unique to the Warp, repeating those four words over and over again.

Guilliman's brow furrowed sharply, and his Psionic Energy shield instinctively tightened to its maximum.

Strangeness!

This is an absolute sanctuary I have established; how dare the filth of the Warp be so presumptuous?

What's even stranger is why these Whisper are only directed at him?

Kaldor turned his gaze to Guilliman.

The thirteenth Primarch before me, his blue-gold Power Armour gleaming coldly in the holy light, his deep eyes showing not a trace of the ambition he was rumored to possess.

Only with composure and steadfastness can every word and action carry a dignified and majestic air.

He truly is a seasoned politician.

Kaldor silently grumbled to himself.

His outward appearance was flawless; no one could see what his true intentions lay beneath this facade of loyalty to the emperor and the country.

The Second Empire... has been recorded in the annals of many ancient Chapter.

Every ancient text clearly records that this was created by the seemingly loyal Primarch before us.

Everyone is certain that Primarch Guilliman loves humanity, but no one can guarantee that he truly loves the Imperium.

After all, you're the only one in the entire Primarch who owns this entire starfield, and I'm quite skilled at managing it!

Lorgar may know how to run a business, but he only wants to spread his religion. You know how to run a business because you want to establish a nation!

Despite their inner complaints, they never neglected to observe proper etiquette.

Kaldor took a deep breath, knelt on one knee before Guilliman, head slightly bowed, his voice as respectful as the tolling of a morning bell:

"Respected Thirteenth Primarch, welcome back from your millennia-long slumber!"

"It would have been better if I had never come back."

Guilliman's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible resentment, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

He is the Lord of Macragge, the most powerful being in the Imperium of Man today, that's for sure.

But in this cesspool of a world, whether you're a ruler or a commoner, everyone lives a life worse than death!

Kaldor froze instantly, unsure of what to say next.

The Primarch's words were like tearing through the veneer of the Imperium's glossy facade; every word was the absolute truth!

After a moment of silence, he could only reply in a deep voice, his tone unwavering and unquestionable. "Everything, is for humanity!"

Yes, it's all for humanity.

Guilliman smiled, a smile tinged with relief and a touch of melancholy. "Humanity will one day be great again!"

The Emperor, watching the meeting between his ruler and his minister, nodded in satisfaction, his eyes gleaming.

Not bad, not bad!

Imperium that had been decaying for millennia finally sprouted a new green shoot, as if from a rotting corpse!

"Alright, old man, it's time to begin."

Guilliman's voice suddenly turned serious, and his gaze fell on the Emperor. "Turn Magnus back into a human. I've been maintaining this domain for so long, and my life force has reached its limit."

He paused, then added, "Even if it's just an avatar of yours, suppressing it won't be so easy."

The Emperor nodded slightly; he was well aware of the limits of his current power.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been imprisoned on the Golden Throne for ten thousand years, unable to even send out a single real command.

He strode towards Kaldor, holy light flowing with each step, his voice as solemn as an oracle from the summit of Terra:

"Kaldor, the fragment of the soul you carry within you is the very core of your Gene-Father, Magnus."

"Now, I will use this fragment as a guide to help him return to his human form. He will continue to fight for us, for humanity! He will lead the Grey Knights to become the sharpest blade of the Imperium of Man piercing the heart of the Warp!"

"Kaldor, relax."

The Emperor's voice carried an irresistible force. "You will lose this powerful ability originating from the Primarch."

"This power will forever belong to the Imperium of Man!"

Kaldor's voice was unwavering; he kowtowed deeply, his tone filled with pride and determination.

Even without the protection of the Primarch's soul fragment, he is still the strongest Grey Knights!

He is Warp Daemon warp demons, causing them to flee in terror!

"Let's begin."

The Emperor slowly spread his arms.

In an instant, endless holy light erupted from his body, like a celestial river hanging upside down, like a blazing sun overhead, dyeing the entire space a sacred gold!

With the gentlest yet most irresistible force, he slowly dissected Kaldor's soul.

The Sea of Souls surged, and within Kaldor's soul, which was like a deep-sea sapphire, a pure white fragment radiated a dazzling light. It was the origin of Magnus, the glory of the Thousand Sons!

The Emperor carefully removed the fragment, then gently mended the hole in Kaldor's soul with his own power of faith.

Nourished for a century, Kaldor's soul had become incredibly powerful; even stripping away this part of his essence would not cause him any substantial damage.

The Emperor turned around, and the pure white fragment in his palm slowly floated up, emitting a soft halo.

He approached Magnus, his golden eyes filled with complex emotions—expectation, admonition, and the weight of millennia.

"I will use all the remaining power of this avatar to help you remove Tzeentch's modifications to you."

The Emperor's voice was both divine punishment and salvation. "From this day forward, you will live as a human. Magnus, do not disappoint me again, and do not disappoint humanity again!"

"I will dedicate my life to the cause of making humanity great again!"

Magnus knelt on one knee, his voice hoarse yet full of power.

At this moment, his eyes held no trace of the madness of the Warp, no trace of the demon's ferocity, only a clear and pure hope!

The Emperor nodded slightly and gently pressed the pure white fragment between Magnus's eyebrows.

In an instant, the roar of souls merging resounded throughout the heavens and earth!

Magnus's originally broken and cracked soul began to repair itself at a speed visible to the naked eye the moment the fragments merged.

Those parts that were twisted by Tzeentch are being cleansed little by little!

The Emperor's golden Psionic Energy power surged into Magnus's body like a raging river.

Wherever it passed, the crimson energy of the Warp melted away like ice and snow, emitting a hissing wail.

The demonic features on Magnus began to fade slowly, the bone spurs disappeared, the bat wings retracted, and his crimson skin gradually returned to its human red color.

He could clearly feel that the human body was returning!