If You Don't Court Death, You Won't Die

"What are all these things?"

With the Lord Regent in charge, Guilliman began to formally reorganize the Imperium's internal affairs within the Adeptus Administratum.

But before he even began to reform domestic affairs, he was nearly scared to death.

"My lord, this is Cognis Angel."

"From today onwards, remove this thing from the Department of Internal Affairs and make it disappear from my sight."

"But sir..."

"No buts. I am the Lord Regent. Do as I say."

Guilliman's first day at work as Lord Regent was not a pleasant one.

The existence of these so-called Cognis Angel is truly Heretic.

Guilliman certainly knew that the Cognis Angel had existed in the history of the Imperium for a long time.

But times have changed.

There are Primarch within the Imperium of Man, not just Primarch of this era.

What would the brothers from the 30K think of the Imperium of Man if they saw something like the Cognis Angel?

Guilliman couldn't even imagine it.

Since we intend to reform domestic affairs, let's start with this Heretic robot.

"Roboute, are you busy?"

"Ah, it's the Lord of Iron. I'm currently familiarizing myself with the procedures of the Administratum. Is there anything I can help you with?"

Guilliman took a few steps forward and shook hands with the Lord of Iron.

However, Perturabo knew very well why Guilliman was moving forward.

Since awakening the Iron Statue, he has developed a keen sense of perception for mechanical creations.

A tiny mechanical contraption is now hidden behind Roboute.

Perturabo didn't ask what the mechanical creation was specifically for.

In this Imperium of Man, it's normal for all sorts of bizarre things to happen.

"Didn't we capture a group of Space Marines from the IV Legion? I'm sending them to the Administratum for some training."

Are they reliable?

Place the Chaos Space Marines into the Imperium administrative system.

This kind of thing doesn't sound plausible at all.

"They are certainly reliable, and I think these Space Marines would be of great help to you if you are truly committed to reforming your domestic affairs."

"Besides, you don't need to worry too much. Before bringing them here, I already had the Dawn Army Group handle the trouble."

"Okay, I will assign them to the appropriate positions as appropriate."

Perturabo nodded, but as he was about to leave, he still offered Guilliman a word of advice out of brotherly affection.

"Roboute, there's a term from the time of Old Terra called 'Harmonize with the World.' You're a top-notch politician; I think you should understand what that means."

"Of course I understand, Lord of Iron. Rest assured, in the present day, every aspect of the Imperium is interconnected and interconnected."

"I will keep things in mind."

But Perturabo's answer surprised Guilliman.

"You still don't understand, Roboute."

"Don't you understand?"

Guilliman didn't know why Perturabo said that.

"Roboute, what I mean is, if you don't court death, you won't die."

"Many times, many seemingly illogical things can still exist, which means they are the most suitable."

Guilliman wanted to say something more, but Perturabo had already left the Administratum.

Guilliman shook his head as he watched Perturabo leave.

He was somewhat confused by what the Lord of Iron had said.

Perturabo's departure from the Administratum stemmed from his sorrow for Guilliman.

"Well, some things you only know how painful it is when you experience them yourself."

Perturabo knew very well that Guilliman had dared to ask the Emperor about the identity of the Imperium Chancellor on the spot.

Therefore, after he took over the Adeptus Administratum, it was inevitable that he would purge those Daemons that should not exist within the Adeptus Administratum.

Out of a sense of responsibility to his brother, Perturabo kindly offered a reminder.

But it seems that Guilliman still needs more experience in the Administratum before he can truly understand.

Harmonize with the World is not simply about turning a blind eye.

As expected, after Guilliman took over the Adeptus Administratum, he did not immediately impose sanctions on Mortals officials.

Instead, they went directly to Lorgar.

"Roboute, what do you need me for?"

"I'd like to borrow some personnel from the Dawn Army Group to the Department of Internal Affairs; there are some troublesome matters to handle."

"Are you sure you want to use people from the Dawn Army Group to reform domestic affairs?"

"I'm sure."

Seeing Guilliman's resolute expression, Lorgar didn't say much, but simply patted him on the shoulder.

Guilliman looked at Lorgar's strange expression, somewhat puzzled.

His expression was exactly the same as when the Lord of Iron came to the Department of Internal Affairs.

He didn't understand what it meant, but that didn't matter.

With a major war imminent, the Imperium's administrative system must be extremely efficient to solve problems.

Warfare is about operations and logistics.

Guilliman was convinced of this, so Domestic Reform was imperative.

"I must remind you, Roboute, the God of Wisdom, and Vashtorr have gone to the Punishment Star."

Even if the Great Rift hasn't fully expanded by now, its impact is already obvious.

"What does this have to do with the two of them?"

"You'll understand, Roboute, but until then, I'll send Dawn Army Group personnel to assist your operation."

Thank you.

Watching Guilliman leave in a hurry, Lorgar shook her head helplessly.

"Sigh, I haven't been handling government affairs enough; I'm too young and impetuous."

Lorgar sighed and stopped thinking about it. He needed to take good care of his fallen self.

Han Mingxuan also received the news.

"What? When Roboute reformed the Administratum, he actually deployed the Dawn Army Group?"

"Yes, Old Han."

"Never mind, Old Kamon, let him be."

Thus, with the tacit approval of many parties, Guilliman began the reform of the Administratum.

The first thing he did was to bring people from the Dawn Army Group into the Administratum.

As for what they're going to do?

Of course, we need to get rid of those Daemons.

"My lord, are you sure you want us to banish all the Daemon in the entire Administratum?"

"Of course, soldier, if the Imperium of Man's administrative system has to rely on Daemon to function."

"Then the Imperium of Man is truly in grave danger."

"Very well, Your Excellency, as you wish."

The Word Bearers did not refute Guilliman.

They're from the 30K era anyway, so what happens at 40K is none of their business.

If it weren't for the Father of Night existing in this timeline, they wouldn't even know if this timeline actually exists.

Since this Lord of the Ultramarines wants to cause trouble, let him cause trouble.

Over the next nine days, Guilliman banished all the Chaos Daemons in the entire Administratum.

The whole process went very smoothly, and none of the Chaos Daemons put up a fight.

But that's precisely what puzzled Gilliman.

The first step in Domestic Reform was to banish these Daemons, but the process went too smoothly.

It went by in a way that was almost unbelievably smooth.

Those Warp Daemon that were dealt with were more like hardened criminals than Daemon.

When those Daemons were banished, there was no pain, no struggle in their eyes, only liberation.

That's too bizarre, I can't figure it out.

But for Guilliman, none of this mattered.

He has no obligation to know what the Chaos Daemons is thinking; if he can't figure it out, he doesn't need to think about it.

Fortunately, the Adeptus Administratum has now truly returned to human hands, thus ensuring its purity in a real sense.

Unbeknownst to Guilliman, while he was doing this, Sinleech, far away on the Punishment Star, was laughing hysterically.

"Haha! As expected of the Thirteenth Barbarians, you're truly rational, but you're also truly impulsive."

"Don't cry then!"