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"Those four guys (the Four Chaos Gods),"

Guilliman chuckled and chimed in, his tone as casual as if he were commenting on a neighbor, "They always say I've put on a 'human skin' for myself."

But they misunderstood one thing—a skin can't become anything just by putting it on.

Just like a wolf wearing sheep's clothing can't become a sheep.

He raised his hand and gently yet firmly pressed his palm against his left chest, which was covered by his blue-gold Power Armour, where his heart was located.

"What is most important to a person is never their physical appearance, but their father."

Guilliman's voice became deep and clear, his gaze fixed on the throne:

"It's here."

A heart that beats only for humanity, trembles only for humanity's joys and sorrows, hopes and despair.

He paused, a warm, teasing smile curving his lips:

"Even if... your heart, bound by the Golden Throne, has stopped beating, or rather, has been beating for ten thousand years in a way we cannot comprehend."

"Don't make fun of me, Guilliman."

The Emperor's voice contained no anger, but rather a long-lost hint of the helplessness a father might feel when facing a mischievous son:

"Your immediate priority is to find a way to restore my basic language and mobility skills as quickly as possible, so that I can at least speak fluently and my appearance can be 'tidied up' a bit."

I must formally issue an edict declaring you the rightful Lord Regent of the Imperium, to rightfully take over everything."

"No way, Father?"

Guilliman wore an exaggerated expression of surprise and shrugged:

"We've come this far, I'm already on Terra, the war is over, the High Lords have been 'dealt with,' and the people have mostly accepted it... Are you still afraid I'll run away?"

"This is also for the sake of your legitimacy and legitimacy."

The Emperor's voice carried an even stronger sense of helplessness, but upon closer listening, one could detect a deeply hidden, almost pleasurable "smile."

Being able to talk to a "normal" son like this, even if it's just arguing, is a luxury he's never experienced in thousands of years.

"I think you're just afraid I'll run away!"

Guilliman said "certainly," then put on a narcissistic expression and ran his hand through his short, dark hair.

He combed them back into a slightly flamboyant yet undeniably handsome slicked-back hairstyle, and even adjusted the angle in front of a non-existent mirror:

"After all, I am now your only 'son of hope,' and the most handsome of all your sons—whether dead or alive!

This is a scarce resource, so you'd better hurry.

"..."

The light surrounding the Golden Throne seemed to flicker and pause for a moment subtly because of this overly "outrageous" declaration.

The Emperor remained silent.

His vast consciousness, which had endured ten thousand years of suffering, calculated endless possibilities, and bore the Destiny of the human race, was now somewhat overwhelmed.

Robert... he... slept in Stasis Field for ten thousand years... did it cause some... "side effects" to his brain?

An absurd thought flashed through the Emperor's Psionic Energy mind.

Or perhaps, his political affairs in Ultramar and his dealings with the Eldar caused... some kind of "mutation" in his personality?

But soon, this doubt was replaced by a gentler emotion.

But... this feeling... isn't so bad.

At least, this rising "god"... has more "human" warmth than his father sitting on the throne.

Perhaps... this is exactly what humanity needs most right now?

"I'll figure something out, Father."

Seeing the Emperor's silence, Guilliman also dropped his joking expression and became serious again, "Restoring your health is not only necessary for issuing an edict, but also... my wish."

However, this involves a complex balance between the Throne System, your Psionic Energy nature, and the state of physical decay; I need to ponder and deduce it more carefully."

He glanced at the swirling, eternally sorrowful golden Psionic Energy dust around him and said softly, "You... rest a little longer."

There are still many things outside that I need to handle.

Just as Guilliman was about to turn and leave, the Emperor's voice rang out again, this time with obvious doubt:

"By the way, Robert."

"You... took the last fragments of Malcador's body from me... what do you intend to do with them?"

The Emperor's Psionic Energy perception clearly remembered Guilliman arriving in the throne room after the war.

In addition to reporting the situation, they also solemnly requested that the crystal box, which had been preserved for ten thousand years by the most precise Stasis Field and contained a few charred bone fragments and dust, be taken away.

That was the last material existence that the Emperor could collect after the Sigillite, Malcador, burned everything to activate the Golden Throne ten thousand years ago.

"Excuse my bluntness, but he is dead."

The Emperor's voice lowered, filled with deep regret and helplessness, "The soul was completely obliterated, returning to the most basic disturbance of the Warp, leaving no trace."

Back then... I tried my best, but I could only gather these few fragments of my body... as a memento.

"To resurrect him... even in my prime, I couldn't do it."

It is not merely the demise of the physical body, but the sacrifice and dissipation of existence itself.

Malcador was a powerful Psyker, and his sacrifice was thorough and resolute.

Guilliman turned around, a mysterious and inquisitive smile on his face, his eyes gleaming with the familiar light of a "strategist" that the Emperor knew so well.

"It's just... I have some ideas that aren't fully formed yet, but I'd like to give them a try."

Guilliman did not give a direct answer, "If... just if, it succeeds."

We might then gain another powerful ally, a soul who understands the Imperium, understands you, and understands how to maintain order in the darkness."

He paused, his smile softening slightly.

"Besides, with old man Malcador coming back to talk to you and keep you company... your days on this throne might not be so boring and lonely, would they?"

Returning to his relatively "simple" but quiet room temporarily arranged for him in the palace district, Guilliman dismissed his servants and guards.

He needs absolute solitude.

He stood motionless in the center of the room, his mind sinking into the deepest recesses of his consciousness.

"System."

He silently recited it in his heart.

Silently, a translucent screen of light, radiating a soft blue-white glow, unfolded in his field of vision, visible only to him.

The light screen has a simple yet efficient style, with a technological feel that is ahead of its time, and subtle data flows along its edges.

In the center are several ancient and majestic Imperium Gothic characters:

The Strongest Regent Assistance System

The screen flickered, and lines of new text quickly appeared and scrolled:

[Scan complete...]

[Terra Campaign Assessment...]

[Control of humanity's home planet confirmed...]

[The massive invasion of Chaos was repelled...]

[High Lords of Terra 'Updated'...]

[The Emperor's will manifests and he publicly supports...]

[The morale and sense of belonging among the Imperial Army and civilians have greatly improved...]

[Comprehensive assessment: The host has successfully 'recaptured' the core of the Imperium of Man — Holy Terra.]

This was a crucial and decisive milestone in the Lord Regent's career.

[This move greatly demonstrated the host's supreme military strength, wisdom, legitimacy, and leadership authority, laying an unshakable foundation for the subsequent complete takeover of the Imperium.]

[Achievements Completed: ' Light of Terra ', ' Homeworld Guardian ', ' Chaos Bane (Partial)', ' New Heart of the Imperium ']

[Governance Points will be distributed according to system rules and achievement rewards...]

The numbers on the screen began to jump wildly, eventually settling on a staggering figure.

[Reward: Governance Points +2,000,000]

Two million!

Even with Guilliman's steely resolve, his consciousness couldn't help but waver for a moment when he saw this number.

Before he could examine the details of the huge sum of money, new text with a shimmering dark gold border appeared on the screen, clearly a higher-level notification:

[Note: When the host is formally crowned and receives all the legal authority and ritual certification of the Imperial Regent, it signifies that 'legitimacy' has been thoroughly and finally confirmed by the existing legal principles and social consciousness of the Imperium.]

[At that time, the host's power will reach the theoretical pinnacle within the current framework of the Imperium of Man, and the system will consider this the 'establishment of ultimate legitimacy.']

[Expected additional reward: Governance Points +8,000,000]

Eight million?!

Guilliman was genuinely shocked this time.

Adding the two million I just received, that's a total of ten million Governance Points!

Adding to his original 2 million Governance Points in savings, how about he redeem a few Invincible to play with?