I Want You to Burn Nurgle's Garden

"Very good, very energetic!"

Asuryan sat upright on top of Phoenix Throne, looking at Robert·Guilliman who stood upright in the hall, tapping the handrails with his fingertips, and applauded casually.

Eldar The Phoenix King's divine domain still looks the same forever.

The light golden Psionic Energy mist flows through the obsidian hall like running water. Every step you take, you can feel the heavy weight of history.

The stardust is suspended in mid-air, like dust forgotten by time. There is no crazy roar of Warp, no dirty erosion of Chaos, only the power of rules left by Old Ones, quietly covering this pure land that is independent of the galaxy and illusion.

Asuryan's long silver hair hangs down her shoulders, and occasionally a few wisps of Psionic Energy's halo flashes between the hair, as if it's alive.

There was no alienation from the first meeting in his gilded eyes, only the indifference of familiarity - he and the Imperium of Man regent in front of him had already had countless interactions in billions of galactic games. They were not close, but they were definitely not strangers.

The temperature of the God's Realm remains at a subtle coolness all year round, neither freezing the bones nor making people feel lazy. It just reminds every visitor that this is the residence of the gods and is not a place where you can relax your vigilance.

The position where Guilliman is standing happens to be the only area on the obsidian floor that has been polished smooth.

Those were the traces left by countless meetings. He didn't even realize it. Every time he came here, he would unconsciously stand in the same position and maintain the same posture - his back straight, his hands hanging naturally, and his eyes looking straight ahead, like a soldier waiting for review.

But that was only at the beginning of the meeting.

Asuryan knows very well that this Imperial Regent's "rectitude" will not last long.

Just like a carefully carved ice sculpture, it looks solemn, but as long as the temperature rises just a little, the true appearance inside will be revealed.

After the words fell, he slowly suppressed the imperceptible smile on his lips, the peaceful atmosphere around him sank slightly, and he stood up.

At that moment, the light in the entire divine realm dimmed, as if even the stars were avoiding the gaze of the gods.

His eyes fell directly on Guilliman, and his tone was calm but with unquestionable certainty.

"So the task I want to give you is--"

Pause.

Just the right pause.

Guilliman's eyes narrowed slightly. Experience told him that this kind of pause usually means that the next words to be spoken will not be a good thing.

"Go and burn Nurgle's Garden for me."

"No problem!"

Almost as soon as Asuryan finished speaking, Guilliman agreed without any hesitation.

The speed was so fast, as if he was afraid that the other party would regret it.

Asuryan's fingers were frozen in mid-air, and the words he had prepared, such as "You can think about it" and "Of course I will give you corresponding compensation," were all blocked in his throat.

He opened his mouth slightly, then closed it again, a subtle look flashed in his gilded eyes - it was the look that countless chess players in human history would show when facing an opponent who didn't play according to the routine.

Shock, confusion, and a bit of unexplainable uneasiness.

Guilliman still maintains the tall and straight stance, but his eyes have begun to change.

Deep in the blue eyes, something seemed to be burning. It was not anger or fanaticism, but a purer, almost paranoid desire.

He was still secretly thinking in his heart, what harsh conditions the Eldar Supreme God King would impose - whether he should join forces to fight C'tan Shard of Necrons, or whether he should cede Ultramar's star field, or even more outrageous, let him face the incarnation of Four Chaos Gods.

He had even deduced the escape route in his mind.

If we really want to challenge the four gods alone, at worst, we will force Emperor to advance to a semi-upgrade level and become a god in charge of darkness and destruction. Even if we bet on Imperium of Man's future, it is not impossible to give it a try.

After all, what he wanted was always the complete Webway technology.

That was the miracle of the highest dimension created by Old Ones when Warp had not been contaminated by Chaos. It was a closed interlayer independent of Material Universe and the filthy Warp. It was the ultimate hope that could truly free mankind from the intrusion of Chaos Gods.

Within Webway, there is a world of its own.

Without the passage of time or the barrier of space, Chaos's authority cannot penetrate at all. Even Nurgle's plague, Slaanesh's temptation, Khorne's rage, and Tzeentch's tricks can't penetrate even half of it.

Guilliman has thought alone countless times late at night, if Emperor had not been obsessed with that damn Imperial Webway Project, if humans could have mastered the complete Webway technology earlier, if - there were too many ifs, each one of them was like a knife gouging out his heart.

Horus Heresy How many people died?

How many loyal Space Mariness are buried in Warp Storms?

How many human worlds are struggling to survive in the cracks between Chaos and Xenos?

The root cause of these tragedies, in the final analysis, is that humans do not have a safe, stable interstellar channel that is not intruded by Chaos.

As long as we master Webway technology and build a Webway country that belongs to mankind, Guilliman will not hesitate to lead all mankind to move into it.

No more relying on Astropaths to navigate at the risk of being corrupted by Chaos.

No more watching transport ships disappear in Warp Storm.

No longer do you have to listen to the wails of the world eroded by Chaos every dark night.

After humans have developed steadily in Webway for tens of millions of years, all humans will evolve into pure Psionic Energy beings, accumulate the power to sweep across Milky Way, and then return to Material Universe.

By then, whether it is Four Chaos Gods or other galactic forces, they can all be eliminated one by one.

Even Emperor, if he really becomes the God of Dark Destruction--

Guilliman's fingers tightened slightly.

He will also lead the loyal legion and personally suppress it back to Golden Throne, allowing him to continue to be the sitting god who protects mankind.

And he and his loyal brothers were under the throne, drinking fine wine with Malcador and laughing at the stability of the galaxy.