Guilliman Was Coordinating

"Hey, you guys are here pretty early."

"Father."

"Uncle."

Han Mingxuan nodded at the group. "Where are Guilliman and the Lion?"

"Uncle, I spoke with the Lord of Drakes before we came, and they're all a bit awkward right now," Angron said.

Awkward?

Yes, it's true, it should feel a bit awkward.

"Also, Roboute is coordinating with the Adeptus Custodes," Angron said.

"Is the Lord Regent Adeptus Custodes? Are those yellow-eared corns of the Emperor up to something again?"

The Emperor's Corn Spirits are up to no good, and that's a bigger problem than the Primarch's awkwardness.

"That's obviously true, Uncle."

"You don't need to worry about this, Angron. Let the Emperor handle it himself."

Regardless of who the Primarch of 30K was, they all came to help this world.

If the Emperor can't even handle this simple matter, then he should just take everyone and leave.

At the same time, in the Terra Throne Room, Guilliman was arguing with the current commander of the Adeptus Custodes.

"Trajann Valoris, you should understand that the people from that time are here to help us. You must keep the Adeptus Custodes in check."

"Don't let them appear in places they shouldn't be, and don't let them do things they shouldn't be doing."

"Lord Guilliman, regardless of where the Primarch comes from, necessary precautions are essential." Trajann Valoris kept his voice as calm as possible.

In this state, Trajann Valoris could do was try to calm himself down.

The Horus Heresy had a profound impact on the Imperium of Man.

Even though he was about to meet the loyal Wolf of Fenris, the commander of the Captain-General of the Adeptus Custodes was still very wary.

"Don't use your narrow-minded thinking to question the Primarch."

"I need to remind you, Lord Regent, that the Father of Night's attitude towards the Imperium has undergone a subtle change."

"Even the Primarch from that timeline might not recognize you as a brother."

"Valoris!"

Regardless of Trajann Valoris's words, Guilliman maintained basic composure and rationality.

But when that last sentence came out, Guilliman couldn't take it anymore.

What do you mean by saying that the Primarch from that timeline doesn't recognize him as his brother?

How should the Night Haunter be calculated?

The Imperium of Man is no longer as riddled with problems and on the verge of collapse as it was at the beginning.

But having the Primarch and the Legion's assistance would undoubtedly be the best option.

Moreover, that was the Primarch of the loyalists, a rational and clear-headed brother.

"Please remain rational, Lord Regent. Everything I have said is based on inferences drawn from past facts."

Just now, Trajann Valoris could feel the terrifying aura emanating from Guilliman.

He knew very well that if the Lord Regent wanted to get rid of him at that time, he wouldn't be able to escape.

"Valoris, the sins of this era should not be borne by people of another era; they are innocent."

"There's one more thing I need to remind you of, since you already know about that gentleman's different treatment of the 30K and 40K."

"Then you should be even more careful in controlling your men. If the actions of a few members of the Adeptus Custodes cause any problems for the overall situation..."

"Just wait for the Penitent Crusade!"

Trajann Valoris didn't speak; he just looked at Guilliman with a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

As expected, the Adeptus Custodes' views on the Primarch and Space Marines were correct.

"Valoris, what's your answer?"

"I refuse to answer, Lord Regent."

Boom!

Trajann Valoris had barely uttered those words when he was sent flying out of the Throne Room.

Before he even landed, he flew back.

"Incorrect answer, Captain-General of the Adeptus Custodes."

Trajann Valoris, regaining his senses, was about to make a move when Guilliman's sword was already pressed against his throat.

Similarly, Guilliman's voice became incredibly sinister.

"I am aware of the Adeptus Custodes's actions towards the World Eaters during the War of the Webway; such an incident must not be allowed to happen again."

"Loyalty is not a reason for your obsession, nor is it an excuse to pin the blame on those who are loyal."

"I've heard that the Adeptus Custodes like to stay in the Throne Room, so I hope you'll all behave yourselves and stay Throne Room this time as well."

"This is not the Primarch's request, this is the Lord Regent's order!"

So what's your answer?

Trajann Valoris remained silent, and the Throne Room was quiet for a long time.

"As you command, Your Lord Regent."

"That's for the best, Trajann Valoris. I don't want to see even a single traitor in the upcoming operations."

After saying this, Guilliman left the Throne Room.

On the super Spaceport, Guilliman Night Haunter, spoke first as he watched Guilliman rush over.

"Isn't this our esteemed Lord Regent? How's the coordination going?"

"It's all been coordinated. The Legion that came to this world can carry out its work normally," Guilliman said calmly with a smile.

"The charcoal is still warm, Roboute," Angron said with a smile.

"As expected, the Huangpizi has cleverly disappeared again," Perturabo said bluntly.

"Fourth Brother, it's already good enough that he can turn invisible. If he speaks, this matter will be ruined," Lorgar Jia said.

"Cut."

Guilliman, who had thought everything was normal, suddenly felt like he had no secrets left.

"Hey guys... brothers, um..."

"I understand, I understand. Politicians, no matter how bad things are inside, they still have to save face." The Night Haunter was the first to speak.

Guilliman had no choice but to glare fiercely at the Night Haunter.

Seeing that the atmosphere had reached this point, the other Primarch stopped trying to tease the Lord Regent, after all, he had truly had a tough time.

One person carried the burden of the 40K Administratum —no, to be precise, the entire Imperium.

It wasn't easy.

But the most coincidental thing was that Guilliman had only been there for two minutes when the other Primarch arrived as well.

"What a coincidence, brothers," the Night Haunter said with a smile, looking at the other Primarch who had rushed over.

"Curze, shut up," Guilliman said.

"You're still giving them face?"

"Curze, you..."

Lion El'Jonson was about to retort when the Lord of Drakes pulled him back.

The meaning was clear: Lion El'Jonson should say as little as possible at this time.

After all, they were different from Guilliman. Guilliman had received a complete education and was an aristocrat, while they were either commoners or savages.

When we meet the Primarch of 30K later, we'll need him to make the first move.

It was clear that the Primarch who arrived later had planned this in advance, which is why the Lord of Drakes' advice was very effective.

"Alright, stop fooling around, they're coming over," Han Mingxuan said.

Upon hearing this, all the Primarch abandoned their playful intentions.

Not long after, a giant golden door appeared on the Spaceport.

When the gates opened, two Legions emerged, with two Primarch at the head of the Legion.

"Haha! Great Angel, Horus, you've finally arrived!" Angron greeted them with a smile.

"Angron, brother, I'm relieved to see you're safe and sound," Horus said with a smile.

"You too, Night Haunter, how have you been?"

The Night Haunter was a little taken aback by the sudden mention of him by the Wolf of Fenris, but he quickly recovered and accepted it readily.

"Haha, long time no see, Horus."

"And what about me, Night Haunter?" the Great Angel said with a smile.

"Did you bring enough Fruit?" the Night Haunter asked with a smile.

Forehead...

"Haha! That's natural!"

As for the Primarch of the 40K, they watched the Night Haunter suddenly merge into them, and the harmonious scene among the Primarch the 30K.

Suddenly, it felt like they were the ones who were isolated.