What a Disaster

Guilliman was rendered speechless by Han Mingxuan's words.

Guilliman knew very well that without this man's arrival, without the former Imperium Chancellor, without the reinforcements and changes he brought, everything would have been different.

The Imperium of Man is truly just slowly dying.

The current situation, where there is still hope, would never have occurred.

Of course, even in that situation, he would not give up.

"Since you've gone to all this trouble to come out, then come with me."

"I'm sorry, sir, my break is only ten minutes."

"You picked it, Hamster. We have something important to do these next couple of days, and all the Primarch must be present."

"What's up?"

"Execution of the Daemon Primarch, Lorgar."

This is truly an opportunity that's hard to refuse.

But what about government affairs?

"Of course, it's up to you to decide. Perturabo has already told you to blend in with the Harmonize with the World, and Lorgar has also advised you against it."

"But you just won't listen. Guilliman, you're great in every way, except when you're being stubborn, you can't get your way."

That's just how blue Hamsters are; whether they're angry with force or with reason, once they get carried away, there's no turning back.

"I'm speechless with grief, sir."

"You picked it," Han Mingxuan said nonchalantly. "Don't complain to me, I can't help it."

"Haven't you ever handled government affairs before?"

"Of course not, I'm only in charge of the trial."

Guilliman fell into a brief silence, then changed his approach.

"After the execution, may I go and see the former Chancellor?"

"Then what about state affairs, Your Majesty the Lord Regent?"

"Could you please stop making fun of me, Uncle?"

Han Mingxuan smiled, and before leaving, he tapped Guilliman with his Staff.

"To alleviate the pressure of government affairs, they've even started calling Uncle'? Sigh, if only they had known this would happen in the first place."

"I'm powerless to help someone who's made such a huge mess."

Watching Han Mingxuan leave first, Guilliman felt only bitterness.

A bitter taste spread through my mouth, rushing straight to my brain and penetrating my soul.

"Alas! All these excellent political elites have been banished; it's simply a tragedy!"

Despite his inner turmoil, he still had to participate in the following tasks and complete the administrative duties he owed.

After getting ready, Guilliman went to the square where he was to be executed.

He glanced at his Primarch brothers, who all looked refreshed and energetic.

"Roboute's here, is the Administratum adapting well?" Lion El'Jonson asked first.

"It was very difficult," Guilliman said after careful consideration.

Lion El'Jonson didn't reply, but simply patted him on the shoulder.

"Guilliman, after the Daemon Primarch is executed, the Great Rift will fully open. Do you have any contingency plans?" Lorgar asked.

In order to wait for Guilliman to come out of the Administratum to stabilize the situation together, Lorgar postponed his own affairs for a few days.

If Guilliman doesn't have a solution by now, Lorgar will really be in a headache.

Guilliman was in a real bind, but he still nodded.

"I've got it." Guilliman kept his words as brief as possible.

Now, just thinking about those documents from the Adeptus Administratum makes him feel that speaking is a painful experience.

"Okay, as long as you have a contingency plan, that's fine."

Lorgar nodded, then took the specially made cane and approached the Fallen Primarch.

"I said back then that I would definitely burn you to death. I may not have many other virtues, but I am a man of my word."

"You're insane!"

Since his capture, this Daemon Primarch has endured the most agonizing torment of his life.

The Golden Flames, which shared the same origin as the Emperor's, brought him unparalleled pain and Despair.

Even if it's Golden Flames, so be it; it's just death.

But ironically, this seemingly righteous self is actually so evil.

No normal person would ever think of using such powerful flames for such a vile punishment.

That's blasphemous.

"What makes you say that? I was merely presenting your consciousness with Horus's thoughts during the Horus Heresy."

"What, Greater Daemon like you who can sacrifice an entire battlefield without batting an eye, is afraid of something like this?"

"You devil!!"

The Daemon Primarch now completely out of options; all he could do was roar hysterically.

They risked their lives! They risked their lives!

You beast!

What a beast!

"Don't get excited. As long as the auspicious time comes, I will definitely kill you, which will be a relief for you."

"You..."

The Daemon Primarch wanted to say something tough and polite, but he suddenly realized that Liberation seemed genuinely merciful.

"Come on, say thank you."

"You! I... thank you."

The Daemon Primarch, who had been furious, deflated completely when he uttered the last two words.

"At least you have some conscience. The time has come; carry out the execution!"

At Lorgar's command, golden flames and rune arrays lit up one by one.

The flames began to devour everything about the Daemon Primarch; his body, soul, and very Essence were all burning.

Strangely, the Daemon Primarch did not roar in pain; instead, he laughed, a laugh of relief.

"Thanks, my other jerk, this time the thanks really come from the heart."

Lorgar ignored those words, and he wouldn't believe a single word the Chaos Sect said.

When the Daemon Primarch was completely dead, the spell on his body was truly completed.

The Great Rift has fully expanded.

The Baal System and the Punishment Star, located on the Imperium Nihilus, are also prepared to face the impact.

However, compared to other classes, the Punishment Star has a slightly easier time.

For our God of Wisdom resides on the Punishment Star.

Furthermore, the Punishment Star and the Baal System have already established a stable connection, and had even been thoroughly militarized before that.

Therefore, there were no horrific casualties.

It's good that there haven't been any truly horrific casualties on the main battlefield, but for the Administratum, the real casualties are just beginning.

After attending the ceremony, Guilliman returned to the Administratum without delay.

But he couldn't get in the door.

Because he was too big.

The Great Rift caused by this incident has completely unfolded, and the resulting administrative work has filled the entire Administratum.

Even relatively small political officials could only struggle to navigate through that sea of documents.

"Lord Regent! Lord Regent! Lord Regent, where are you!"

"There is a very urgent matter that requires your review!"

"I'm outside the Administratum, Attendant, where are you!"

"I am inside, Your Majesty the Lord Regent!"

"Attendant, I order you to stay where you are. I'm coming to see you immediately!"

"I'll come out to see you, sir. You can't come in!"

"All right."

Then, within five minutes, all the government officials worked together to clear a path.

The Lord Regent's aide, carrying the most important document, weighing several dozen kilograms, hurriedly approached Guilliman.

Immediately afterwards, a temporary, simple government affairs processing Workshop was set up on the steps of the Administratum as quickly as possible.

Guilliman was thus able to handle these critical matters quickly.

But this is just the beginning.

Roboute.

Fourth Brother, are you here to help me?

"Of course not."

Hearing those four words made Guilliman want to die, but it wasn't over yet.

"Given that the Great Rift has fully unfolded and the climax of destiny has arrived, Uncle intends to bring over the other Legions as well."

"Therefore, the coordination between the various Legions requires your approval. Here is the relevant information."

"Oh, right, I still prefer you calling me Lord of Iron. Could you please change it back?"

Guilliman didn't say anything; he simply took the documents.

What a terrible thing to do!