You Can Too
"Because I can condense Law of Eternity."
He explained:
"As the god of this essence, I can extract the laws from the Material Universe, condense them into substance, and then inject them into the bodies of other people."
He looked at Lion, a hint of expectation in his eyes:
"Although the production volume is not large, it should be enough to supply us Primarch first."
Lion's breath hitched slightly.
"You mean..."
Guilliman nodded:
"I can increase your physical strength tenfold."
It allows you to fully grasp the Warp Essence of yourself.
Let you--
He stretched out his hand and pointed to Lion's chest:
"To become a dual life form in both the Material Universe and the Warp."
Lion remained silent.
a long time.
He let out a long breath.
"Robert."
There was a hint of regret in his voice:
"What an amazing change!"
Guilliman smiled:
"The Imperium of Man is getting better and better."
Lion looked at him, his gaze filled with complex emotions—gratification, envy, and a hint of...
Thankfully.
I'm so glad this brother is on my side.
The two walked in the forest for a while, and then Guilliman suddenly stopped.
"Oh, right."
He looked at Lion, a hint of cunning in his eyes:
Aren't you going to invite me to dinner?
Lion paused for a moment, then laughed.
There was a rare sense of ease in that smile.
"Invite.
"A definite invitation."
He said there was a hint of nostalgia in his voice:
"Let me taste the craftsmanship of ten thousand years later."
Guilliman laughed:
"I can't wait!"
The two returned to the monastery.
A long table is laid out in the courtyard.
The long table was laden with Caliban delicacies.
Roasted game, stewed wild vegetables, the unique Caliban bread, and a fruit wine made from local wild berries.
The aroma of the food wafted through the air, mingling with the scent of the forest, making one's appetite soar.
But what's most eye-catching are the two main courses laid out in front of Lion and Guilliman.
Two enormous roasted beasts.
The beast's appearance was somewhat similar to that of Lion from tens of thousands of years ago—a strong body, well-developed limbs, and a head that, though roasted, still maintained a majestic posture.
But its size was larger than any Lion.
The Caliban Lion.
Those were creatures unique to Lion's home planet, apex predators on the planet's food chain, beings Lion had fought against in his youth.
Guilliman stared at the roasted lion in front of him, his lips twitching slightly.
"You... you really eat this?"
Lion had already picked up his knife and fork, skillfully cut off a piece of meat, and put it in his mouth.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and a satisfied expression appeared on his face.
"Um--"
He sighed:
"That's the taste!"
He looked at Guilliman with an encouraging gaze:
Try it.
Although the Caliban Lion may have undergone genetic changes compared to Lion from tens of thousands of years ago, it still tastes quite good.
I've been eating this since I was a child.
Guilliman hesitated for a moment, then picked up his knife and fork and cut off a small piece.
Put it in your mouth.
His eyes widened slightly.
The meat was surprisingly tender, with a unique wild flavor, and the spices blended perfectly with it.
The most amazing thing is that the meat contains a faint trace of energy that gently unfolds on the tip of the tongue.
"This..."
He looked at Lion:
"That's really good."
Lion smiled smugly:
That is.
"The food of Caliban isn't something you can find just anywhere."
The two ate and chatted.
Let's talk about the experiences of the past ten thousand years, the battles, the sacrifices, and so on—
A topic between brothers.
"Do you know,"
Guilliman cut into the meat on his plate, he casually remarked, "When I first woke up, I almost thought I had traveled through time."
Lion raised his head:
"Time travel?"
"Right."
Guilliman nodded. "The Imperium looks completely different now than it did before I fell asleep."
Bureaucracy, rigid doctrines, and rampant Ecclesiarchy--
He paused, then shrugged.
"There are problems everywhere."
Lion remained silent for a moment.
"My children have changed a lot too."
He said softly:
"They guard the Rock, they guard my slumber, they guard the secrets I left behind."
For ten thousand years, they never gave up.
Guilliman looked at him, his gaze filled with understanding.
They are all fine.
He said:
"Your offspring are among the Imperium's most loyal warriors."
Lion nodded and continued eating the meat on his plate.
The two remained silent for a moment, with only the soft clinking of knives and forks.
Then, Lion suddenly spoke:
"Robert."
Guilliman looked up:
"Um?"
"Your Law of Eternity,"
Lion's eyes gleamed with curiosity. "Can it really increase my physical strength tenfold?"
Guilliman laughed:
"How?
Can't wait?
Lion nodded seriously:
I want to fly.
Guilliman paused for a moment, then burst into laughter.
The laughter echoed in the courtyard, startling the birds in the distant trees.
"Fly?"
He laughed until tears almost streamed down his face. "You just wanted this?"
Lion's expression remained serious.
"Your Blood Angels are flying around the universe like they're invincible."
As the Primarch, I can only obediently walk—"
A hint of resentment appeared in his eyes:
Is this reasonable?
Guilliman laughed so hard he couldn't stand up straight:
"That makes perfect sense, absolutely perfect."
Don't worry, when we get back to Terra, I'll bless you first.
A satisfied smile finally appeared on Lion's face.
"That's good."
He continued cutting the meat on the plate, his mood noticeably improved.
After they had eaten their fill, Guilliman picked up his glass and took a sip of the fruit wine made from Caliban wild berries.
The wine tasted sweet and sour with a slight astringency, completely different from the Macragge red wine he usually drank.
Surprisingly, it fits the atmosphere perfectly tonight.
"After you finish this meal,"
He said, "Then we can go back to the Imperium."
Lion paused slightly.
"Back to Terra?"
Guilliman nodded:
"Your mission on the Imperium Nihilus is complete."
Next, it's time to go back and visit those old friends.
A glint flashed in his eyes:
You will see many old friends.
Sanguinius, Magnus, Angron, they've all returned.
A complex emotion flickered in Lion's eyes.
He knew those names all too well.
He thought he would never see those faces again.
He thought he had lost those brothers forever.
Are they... all alright?
He asked softly.
Guilliman thought for a moment:
"Magnus is doing well; he's spending all his time researching Psionic Energy on Terra now."
Angron is good too; he's rediscovered his true self and is now the God of Emotion and Strife.
As for Sanguinius-- "
He smiled:
"He's still so perfect, the kind of perfection that makes people jealous."
Lion's lips curled up slightly.
"That's good."