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"The only one..."

Calgar's words silenced Guilliman. This time, he remained silent for a long time before raising his head again, his face full of pressure.

"I see."

His expression gradually returned to calm, and his voice became increasingly devoid of emotion.

"No wonder my holy book has remained unchanged for ten thousand years without being altered in the slightest."

I know that many of my brothers are not very satisfied with my holy book. After all, not all of my brothers can rationally view the rebellion... and the potential for more rebellions in the future.

Some outwardly comply while inwardly disagreeing, while others openly refuse.

If they were still here...

If only one of them had been there during the time I was seriously injured.

I suspect this grand ceremony has already been modified.

Those modifications may not be perfect, but they will certainly... introduce changes that are more suitable for the future.

At this point, Guilliman shook his head and then looked at Caul, who was not far away.

After meeting Guilliman's gaze, the great sage of the Mechanicus turned his lower body's tracks and took two steps forward, coming to stand in front of Guilliman.

Sensing Kaul's approach, Guilliman took a deep breath and then smiled.

"It's been a long time, my friend. I think that seeing you at this moment means that you have fulfilled the promise you made to me."

"That's right, Primarch, I have done everything in my power to realize everything you and I envisioned."

Although the armor of destiny I prepared for you did not return to your body as I had hoped.

But isn't it better this way?

At this point, Caul looked at the massive armored figure standing behind him with a hint of disappointment.

That was a super-strong suit of armor he specially made for Guilliman, allowing Guilliman to move freely even when he was seriously injured.

Before seeing Guilliman again, Kaul couldn't imagine how much change ten thousand years would bring to Guilliman.

Without witnessing it firsthand, Kaul could not fathom the extent to which Guilliman's various organs would be ravaged by the poison and curse from Chaos.

Therefore, Kaul has prepared countless special functions in this armor of fate.

Concerned that Guilliman's internal organ damage might be too severe, he added an extracorporeal circulation function to the armor.

To prevent Guilliman's blood from being completely affected by the poison, he even created an external blood supply system.

Because it was unknown whether Guilliman would still be able to move, each joint of this suit of armor was equipped with independent mobility and propulsion functions.

In Kaul's hypothesis, even if Guilliman had become a vegetable with only his thoughts remaining active.

Kaul will also use this suit of armor, which combines ten thousand years of his hard work and countless cutting-edge technologies, to allow Guilliman to roam and fight freely in the galaxy of 41k.

but……

Looking at Guilliman, who was now healthy and well, Kaul's feelings were... hard to describe.

The good news is that Guilliman is healthier right now than ever before.

The bad news is...

His efforts of ten thousand years... are useless!
Hey……

After letting out a melancholy sigh in his mind in binary form, Caul looked at Guilliman and said, flashing his mechanical eyes.

"Nothing is more important than seeing the Primarch as healthy as he is now."

Moreover, in addition to the armor I prepared for you, the plan I once proposed to you regarding the further enhancement and modification of Astartes has also made solid and effective progress in my nearly ten thousand years of exploration.

I call it Primitive Modification because I added several special modification procedures that mimic the Primitive to the existing Astartes modification procedures.

This process not only makes newborn Astartes healthier and stronger, but some of the modification steps can also give new Space Marines a certain degree of warp resistance.

In addition, not only newly formed Astartes can undergo original casting modification.

Even every ordinary Astartes in the past could be upgraded through original casting.

Of course, there is a certain... chance of failure in this process, but I have increased the survival rate to about 67%, which is already quite remarkable.

"Is it?"

Upon hearing this, Guilliman nodded slightly.

"I understand, but I hope the mortality rate can drop even further."

As for the effect of the original casting modification, I believe in your efforts, and I also believe in the disappearance and departure of ten thousand years.

Get ready, my friend. Starting with Ultramarines, the Primitive Forging program will be implemented on a large scale. Hopefully, you have prepared a sufficient number of Primitive Forging modified organs.

In addition, besides…

At this point, Guilliman couldn't help but turn his gaze to a woman not far away.

Do you think he was looking at his spirit clan wife?
Do not!
The woman he was looking at now was another woman with wings on her back!
Looking at the woman's outstretched wings, Guilliman frowned and asked her.

"I noticed your wings."

Guilliman said thoughtfully.

"So, you are Saint Gilles' child?"

"what?"

Upon hearing this, Celestine, the winged living saint, awkwardly shook his wings.

"Of course I am not the child of an angel, Primarch. Have you only ever seen one winged being, the angel?"

"No, I know five winged people, one of whom is dead, killed in the rebellion I was late in, killed in front of my other brother."

The other four, however, all betrayed us, without exception!

As Guilliman answered, he glared at Celestine with an even deeper look.

After being glared at by Guilliman, Celestine spread his hands and responded with a smile.

"It is obvious that the origin of their wings must be different from mine."

"Lord Guilliman, I am not your enemy, I am the Emperor's choice!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Celestine proudly spread his wings.

Long ago, Celestine was just an ordinary penitent nun who placed herself, the coin of emperors, within the Order of Martyrs.

In a battle, Celestine fought bravely as a nun, ultimately giving the last weight of her life to the Emperor.

But after that death, she was unexpectedly resurrected and found Saint Catherine's golden armor in the underground catacombs of Saint Lamp Star!
From that moment on, Celestine became Saint Celestine.

He became a living saint in people's hearts.

She upheld the emperor's will and appeared on the front lines of countless battles with her immortal power.

She not only fights with all her might against every enemy of the empire, but she can also resurrect the loyal soldiers who fight alongside her from the dead.

She is one of the many living saints of the 40k era.

She is the emperor's hand and eyes.

It is an extension of the emperor's will and power!

Across from her, Guilliman noticed a certain pride in her.

So Guilliman asked softly.

"Then, who exactly are you?" "I am Celestine, the Emperor's representative!"

"I don't remember my father ever having a winged person speak for him."

Although I greatly admire my winged brother and feel extremely guilty for not being able to join the rebellion in Terra.

But that doesn't mean I'll look at you the way I would a brother.

So how can I trust that you are part of the Empire, and not some member of the opposite sex who needs to be eliminated, like... her!

At this point, Guilliman turned to look at the Eldar woman not far away.

Meeting Guilliman's gaze, the Eldar girl Everene proudly tossed her high ponytail, then flicked the sword in her hand, and laughed.

"I thought it would be me and the sword in my hand that would pull you out of the static state."

Just as the prophecy expressed.

However, since a higher-dimensional being has interfered in your destiny, let that destiny continue to flow along the river.

Besides, you look much better now than you did when I saved you, little boy.

You are very lucky.

As soon as she finished speaking, Evelyn smiled nonchalantly.

Guilliman didn't mind her using the term "little boy" to describe his offense, and after a brief moment of thought, nodded gratefully to Evelyn.

“In my past discussions with the prophet Eldred, he told me several… seemingly plausible allegorical stories.”

Perhaps, without the involvement of these three great figures, you would be my savior.

So please accept my gratitude, I…”

"You're really being a nag, little boy. Everything I'm planning to do for you isn't just for you and your charm that you seem to be showering on every single moment."

Everything is the arrangement of the gods, everything is the requirement of fate.

That's all. "

Evelyn interrupted Guilliman, then smiled and nodded at him.

Do the Eldar discriminate against humans?
of course!

But do the Eldar discriminate against Primarchs?

Stop it!
Guilliman just mentioned the old prophet Eldred, who was also the Eldar prophet, and he had made comments about the Primarch a long time ago.

Eldred believed that the Primarchs were a higher form of life than the Eldar.

This view was also basically recognized by the high command of the Death Army.

The Eldar have never given up discriminating against humans.

But the Eldar have never discriminated against the Primarchs.

As for the Primarch's attitude towards the Eldar...

how to say.

Although most Primarchs are determined to kill the Xenomorphs.

But no matter what problem they face, the Primarchs will never be united in purpose.

In every event, every perception, every choice, there are at least a few rebels within the Primarch.

As for how to treat the opposite sex...

At least the three leaders of the Second Empire were quite lenient and even friendly.

Don't mention some legion with absolutely no secrets, or some Saint Gilles mask.

Take Guilliman for example, he learned the Eldar language as early as the 30k era!
Eldar elders revealed that Eldred even prophesied that Guilliman would be the first Primarch to fully comprehend Eldar prophecies.

Therefore, Guilliman's attitude towards the Eldar was at least not one of wanting to fight and kill them!

Just like now, after Guilliman had fully grasped the Eldar woman's attitude.

He then turned his wary gaze back to the winged living saint.

Looking at the wings that annoyed him, Guilliman turned to Calgar and asked.

"Calga, explain those wings, and that proud man!"

“Uh, Father, she is a living saint recognized by the state religion and the Imperial Guard, she is…”

"Wait, the state religion? Mechanicism?"

Guilliman asked cautiously.

Faced with his father's question, Calga shook his head helplessly and said with a bitter face.

"No, it's not the Mechanicus. The state religion is... a religion that worships the Emperor... or, in other words, a religion that worships the God-Emperor."

"Damn it!"

The moment Guilliman heard Calgar's explanation, his face went numb, and he roared indignantly.

"Isn't that the kind of thing Luo Jia came up with!"

Damn it, have the people and officials of the empire forgotten the lessons of the Perfect City after ten thousand years?
What exactly did Luo Jia do? What he consistently affirmed and pursued actually blossomed again in the empire after he thought it was impossible to achieve and even chose to fall into depravity!

This filthy and foolish sect not only allows my descendants to confront it directly, but it can also send winged aliens to infiltrate every aspect of the Empire?

At this point, Guilliman shook his head in disbelief, increasingly afraid to imagine what a cruel world he was about to face.

He is the only Primarch left, the Empire with its rampant state religion, the Legion that has been manipulated by a holy book for tens of thousands of years, the Astartes without a father or proper guidance, and the Chaos traitor who has just even invaded Macragge!
Such pressure...

too big!
Even if Guilliman wasn't a stress person, this level of pressure was already too much, not to mention that Guilliman's greatest strength was putting pressure on his own shoulders!
Guilliman's heart rate quickened as he glared menacingly at Celestine while involuntarily clenching his Order Gauntlets.

He really wanted to punch that so-called religious artifact in the face, then tear off its wings and make them into a specimen to commemorate his once beloved... winged, perfect brother!
Sensing Guilliman's anger, Calga swallowed hard, then helplessly whispered words of advice.

“Father, I know you don’t like the birth of a state religion.”

But I must admit that after the Empire lost you and many more Primarchs, and His Majesty the Emperor was no longer able to issue orders personally.

Faced with the onslaught of chaos, the state religion did indeed provide the necessary assistance for the empire's perseverance!
As for the living saint Celestine, she is an Imperial warrior whom even I deeply admire, and she is the spokesperson for the Emperor's true will!
Ultramarines, your offspring, include those who fought alongside you, and those who were resurrected by you.

Over the past millennium, each of us has at least witnessed the sacrifices made by sages for the empire!
"At least on this point, Celestine is trustworthy, my father!"

After he finished speaking, Calga lowered his head helplessly.

He felt a lot of pressure from his father's rebellious remarks.

Listening to Calgar's explanation, Guilliman took a deep breath, swallowed hard, and said incredulously.

"An immortal...winged warrior who can revive a considerable number of comrades in battle."

This... Damn it, if your wings weren't pure white, if you didn't have your father's aura, then I might actually mistake you for... a projection of a warp demon!
Why would Father allow a life like yours to exist in the Empire?
Your existence is not a supplement or aid to the empire, but rather proof that the empire is truly in decline.

Even my father, who once completely rejected the emergence of the religion and the doctrine of the God-Emperor, had to rely on you or other lives like you to maintain his empire!
This is really bad news.

Absolutely terrible!

Calgar, now that the Great One has helped us end the war in the world of Macragge.

Then I think we should head to the holy Terra as soon as possible!

and.

I think.

There are so many things waiting for me to do! (End of Chapter)