The Origin of Cypher

"Heh, I know you are a descendant of Lion, Dark Angels from ten thousand years ago, who are becoming increasingly rare these days."

"The Dark Angels hold a deep grudge against you these days. Sometimes they'll even forgo their missions just to kill you with their swords."

As Guilliman finished speaking, the remaining Psionic Energy energy fluctuations around Cypher abruptly disappeared.

The chains that had bound him for so long snapped and fell to the metal floor with a crisp clang.

Cypher slowly rose, supporting himself on the torture chair; his charred body still throbbed with a lingering burning pain.

He looked up at Guilliman, his eyes full of confusion, completely bewildered as to why the other had suddenly untied him.

"Don't worry that I have ulterior motives."

Guilliman spoke calmly, his tone carrying an undeniable certainty.

"As long as I stand here, you have no chance of escaping."

I'm practically your uncle, so let's sit down and have a calm and rational talk.

"My old comrades from ten thousand years ago, every one that dies is one less to be lost. I don't want to commit any more killings."

Before he finished speaking, Guilliman slightly raised his palm, and Psionic Energy quietly surged within him.

Two antique-style chairs and a carved long table appeared out of thin air, with a silver tea set standing at the corner of the table.

The warm black tea was steaming, and he took the lead in sitting down, picking up the teapot to fill two teacups.

The orange-red tea swirls gently in the cup, and its rich aroma instantly fills the barracks.

As Cypher gazed at the scene before him, the wariness in his eyes lessened slightly.

At this moment, he truly felt the shadow of the thirteenth Primarch from ten thousand years ago.

Equally elegant, equally meticulous about rituals.

"Tell me, what is your true purpose in boarding the Macragge's Honour?"

Guilliman picked up his teacup and took a small sip, his posture elegant and composed, yet his tone carried an undeniable air of nonchalance.

Cypher paused for a moment, then slowly nodded and sat down opposite him, his expression calm.

"Any thought can create ripples in the Warp."

But with your powerful material suppression, the Warp waves are locked down, and my thoughts have nowhere to hide.

In that case, I have no need to keep any vows.

I came here to save you, but in the future I foresee, you will be captured by the Huron Blackheart.

Trapped in Blackstone Fortress, they sank deeper and deeper into the abyss of despair.

The Imperium is crumbling, and the future of humanity is in grave danger, so I must stand up and save you.

But when I arrived here, I discovered that everything had already gone off track.

This world has undergone far too many changes that I could not have predicted.

It's hard to imagine that you, already at the pinnacle of humanity, have become so powerful.

To forge one's own path in the Warp, haha, that was when I first witnessed that scene...

I almost thought I was going to face the Emperor directly; my mind went completely blank.

Cypher raised his hand to his forehead, his voice filled with shock.

He lived for a full ten thousand years, witnessing countless rises and falls of Imperium, and experiencing all the great storms of the universe.

But that day in the Warp, I witnessed Guilliman take a step into the endless void of the Sea of Souls.

When the Power Armour collided with the invisible barrier in the Warp, producing a resounding clang,

Even someone as knowledgeable as him was left with nothing but shock and bewilderment, just like the Ultramarines beside him and the Red Corsairs in the distance.

"This is the ultimate power of matter; the C'tan should also possess this ability."

They simply cannot enter the Warp, or rather, they disdain to do so.

Guilliman spoke calmly, seemingly enjoying chatting with this "millennial mummy" who had lived for ten thousand years.

Cypher's insight was far superior to his in some respects.

After all, his understanding was half Guilliman's original memories and half his insights into the Warhammer Universe from games and commentary videos.

Cypher was startled by these words. He knew all too well the rules of this era: knowledge was often a deadly poison.

But with this Primarch backing him up, such a high level of secrecy means that once it's mentioned, it's no longer considered poison.

Rather, it was the most precious treasure in the world. He immediately put down his untouched teacup, his expression urgent:

"Please enlighten me, I truly cannot fathom its true meaning."

"It's actually very simple."

Guilliman raised his hand, and Psionic Energy erupted from his palm, countless rays of light intertwining and flowing.

Ultimately, a black and white Tai Chi pattern emerged, with a touch of shimmering white embedded in the black lines and a hint of jet black hidden within the white lines.

"This is like the Material Universe and the Warp; they seem independent, yet they contain each other and have hidden paths to connect them."

To give a concrete example, Warp Daemon can descend into the material world through various rituals.

This is the infiltration of the Warp into the Material Universe. We travel through the cosmos aboard warships, powered by Warp Engine.

This is proof that the material world has entered the Warp.

This is sufficient to demonstrate that there is a common bridge between matter and Warp.

The power of Warp Chaos Gods originates from the emotions of all living beings, hence their obsession with manipulating life.

The C'tan, the embodiment of the rules and order of the universe, derive their power purely from the Material Universe itself.

Having no connection to the soul or spirit, they have no need to enter the Warp.

In the eyes of those self-important fools, the Warp is nothing but a desolate and lifeless wasteland, not worth exploring at all.

Guilliman withdrew his hand, the Psionic Energy symbol vanishing silently. Cypher nodded heavily, his eyes filled with sudden realization.

Such secrets were unheard of; if he hadn't lived long enough to have access to scattered ancient records,

They didn't even know that there had ever been a god-like being like C'tan in the Material Universe.

But in an instant, his pupils contracted sharply, and a terrifying thought flashed into his mind.

The C'tan represent the pinnacle of the Material Universe; they can suppress the Warp, preventing others from entering it.

Conversely, the C'tan are capable of sealing off Warp forces in the Material Universe, and the Necrons ' Blackstone technology likely originated from this!

The Primarch before us possesses equal power; doesn't that mean it too has become an embodiment of some kind of order and rule?

Cypher's breathing suddenly stopped, his heart pounded wildly, as if he had stumbled upon a shocking secret.

Could this being before me be a god of the material world? Yet, his essence also bears the characteristics of a god from the Warp.

A dual Divinity encompassing both the Warp and the material world!? My God, what kind of monster is this person before me?!

Looking into Cypher's wide eyes, sensing the ripples of terror surging through the Warp in this area,

Guilliman knew he had grasped the key point and chuckled softly, "Put aside your fears; I will always be a child of humanity."

These words, gentle yet powerful, soothed the turbulent waves in Cypher's heart like a spring breeze.

His tense nerves suddenly relaxed. Yes, the other party was human. Whatever kind of being it was, as long as it was human, that was enough.

Even if he is a god with dual Divinity, as long as he is still willing to wear the skin of a human,

Cypher would not panic, nor would he regard him as an enemy.