Who Said the Situation Was Dire?

Malcador's fingers were trembling slightly with excitement.

He had expected to wake up to find himself facing the rotten, festering ruins of an Imperium, besieged on all sides, even more hopeless than the end of the Great Crusade... but now?

He almost wanted to shout into the void.

You say the Imperium of Man is in a difficult situation?

I think it's the other things in this Milky Way that should be having trouble sleeping!

It is possible that the Imperium of Man will be in a difficult situation, but given the current circumstances, it is unlikely that the Imperium of Man will be in a difficult situation.

Hahahaha!

From now on, there will be no more Imperium of Man that endure humiliation and hardship, only my ancestors— Malcador!

A sense of smugness, almost like that of a nouveau riche, welled up within him.

What?

Not buying into the Imperial Truth?

Don't eat beef?

He sneered inwardly, "Then don't eat anything!"

I'm the only one who doesn't eat beef!

As for your concern that I might usurp power?

He glanced at the tall and handsome Guilliman beside him, then closed the door and released the thirteenth son!

I'd support him in building another "Second Imperium" for fun, and then I'd ask those traitors and Xenos if they weren't afraid?

Ha ha!

His smile grew even brighter, even carrying a hint of fawning, which, combined with his newly restored handsome appearance, made him look somewhat... eerie.

With a thought, he gathered pure Psionic Energy and wove it into a shimmering, luxurious bright yellow Psionic Energy cloak.

Carefully, with an almost reverent attitude, it was draped over Guilliman's shoulders, and he even considerately smoothed out non-existent wrinkles.

"The thirteenth son,"

Malcador's voice was so gentle it could melt water, "The Void of Terra is filled with chilling winds."

Even though you've transcended worldly concerns, you still need to keep warm and avoid catching a cold.

We need to appease this precious darling; he's the most powerful figure in the history of human civilization!

No, it's the main beam of a star!

Guilliman felt extremely uncomfortable with his sudden overtures.

Instinctively, she crossed her arms in front of her chest, looking at her teacher warily. "Teacher, what are you doing...?"

That look in his eyes is strange... it's even more eerie than those Aeldari Farseer who tried to approach me.

It feels a bit like something.

Just like how Yvraine has been wearing revealing clothes and hanging around him for the past two nights.

She also liked to say to Guilliman with her bare feet, "My feet are dirty, Robert, could you wash them for me?"

When asked, she became as delicate and frail as Lin Daiyu, prostrating herself on the ground and speaking to Guilliman:

Are you unwilling to even wash my feet, your business partner's feet?

What a joke! How could I possibly wash your feet?

I'm a traditional Chinese man, you think you want to eat a Chinese Poké Ball!

In the end, Guilliman did not agree to this unreasonable request. Instead, he promoted traditional Chinese culture and gave the other party a foot massage.

Malcador rubbed his hands together, his fingertips unconsciously twisting, his face beaming with what could only be described as a "benevolent" smile, and slowly moved closer.

"Thirteenth brother, you see, your teacher has always been... good to you, hasn't he?"

Remember it quickly!

I spoke highly of you Primarch brats to the Emperor back in the day!

Your Ultramarines ' efficient but somewhat rigid administrative system—you still have the nerve to ask me for advice?!

Seeing his teacher's "malicious" smile, Guilliman felt alarmed and could only nod cautiously.

Malcador's expression instantly changed, adopting a heart-wrenching, tearful look, his eyes filled with sorrow as if he had witnessed Terra's fall once again.

"The Imperium is now beset by internal and external troubles, its territory is devastated, and its military strength is reduced to less than one-hundredth of its former strength!"

His voice choked with emotion, and his body swayed, as if he were about to faint and collapse like a heartbroken character in a classical drama:

"Teacher, my heart is breaking!"

Utter despair!

Quick!

Ask me what I need!

Show your responsibility as Primarch and 'Hope of the Imperium '!

"Stop! Teacher! Hold on!"

Guilliman felt a chill run down his spine and quickly stopped the exaggerated performance, "Just say it!"

What exactly are students supposed to do?

Damn it, what is that old fox up to?

Could it be...?

He subconsciously tensed a certain muscle in his body, a very ominous thought forming in his mind.

My innocence over the past ten thousand years...

Malcador immediately straightened up with ease, all sadness gone from his face, leaving only a bright and warm smile like sunshine.

"It's nothing really," he said casually. "Lend me half of your Ultramarines ...to 'play with'."

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Guilliman refused without hesitation, his face filled with unwavering determination to protect his offspring. "Teacher!"

Those are all my own sons! They are Ultramar's flesh and blood!

They are my dearest family and friends! My brothers and fathers!

How could you...?

Joke!

Half Ultramarines?

Do you know how hard it was for me to save up this little bit of money?!

"I recommend you to be the Lord Regent."

Malcador calmly interrupted him, throwing out his prepared trump card:

"The kind that is legitimate, legally sound, issued by Emperor decree, recognized by parliament, and governs the entire Imperium."

The Adeptus Custodes are now under your direct command.

I can think of a way... to make the Adeptus Custodes compatible with your Ultramarines ' genetic optimizations.

From now on, the Adeptus Custodes can also be renamed the Ultramarines Custodes!

"To serve the Imperium is the glory of my descendants!"

Guilliman abruptly stood at attention, pounded his chest in salute, and spoke in a resounding voice:

Teacher, don't say anything more!

Everything for the Imperium! Loyalty!

At this moment, Guilliman was as loyal as the sun in the sky.

Guilliman: If you would come through three winters to give me a city covered in snow~~~

Half it is fine!

You can't catch a wolf without risking your cub!

For the throne of Lord Regent and the Adeptus Custodes... it was worth it!

"That's right! All for the Imperium! Haha!"

Malcador laughed and slapped Guilliman's arm. "That's my truly righteous student!"

Hehehe, with 125,000 Ultramarines, I can't even imagine how rich we'll be after this battle.

Malcador couldn't help but start daydreaming.

With such a large group of Ultramarines, he could lead them straight to Mars, pry the Void Dragon out, and give it a good beating!

Train Him to become a power bank for the Imperium of Man!

Mechanical creations are useless to you, huh? Haha, look at this fist the size of a sandbag, isn't it powerful?!

Ah, speak!

Do you like Grandpa's big fist?

"That's right, that's exactly who I am, I am the most loyal Primarch!"

Guilliman also exclaimed with great pride, "Two hundred and fifty thousand Ultramarines!"

The most elite force of 250,000!

I will immediately procure it and deliver it to you!