I'm in Warhammer, please don't praise Doraemon

Chapter 278 Guilliman: What is the state religion?

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

Robert Guilliman's words were filled with doubt and surprise.

His mind was not yet clear. After 10,000 years, his consciousness once again took control of his body. He had just returned from a real death and had been reshaped into a body in the material universe, but his consciousness and soul had not yet adapted to his body.
The superhuman mind created by the Emperor of Mankind has not yet truly revived.

But Robert Guilliman's instinct still allowed him to vaguely recognize the figure hidden under the linen robe.

That was a being that was deeply connected to him, that was a brother connected to him by blood, that was... that was a being that was clearly gone, a brother who died because of Guilliman's failure.
Robert Guilliman's sensibility expected that the man in front of him was that person, but his rationality reminded him that this might be an illusion, a conspiracy, a chaotic trick.

Especially standing next to him was a person with an interesting smile on his face, who looked like an ordinary person but actually had a strong sub-space nature.
Zhou Yun, Doraemon. Through the connection between himself and that existence, Robert Guilliman knew the name.

It was he who killed himself, removed Fulgrim's corruption, and brought himself back from death.
There is no doubt that it is an existence tainted by the subspace!

“These are truly sad and chilling words.”

The figure under the linen robe slowly spoke:
"Do you not recognize me? Roboute Guilliman?"

Then, the linen robe's voice paused slightly: "Or, brother?"

This name echoed in the temple, and everyone who heard it looked over here in surprise.

Reina felt that she had endured too many shocks today, but when that word sounded, her nerves still hurt due to the shock, and her mind went blank for a while.
The only one who can call a Primarch a brother is
Roboute Guilliman and the linen-robed figure were still slaughtering the Black Legion.

Teardrop spears and flaming swords of the Emperor clashed in the temple.
Both the spear and the sword were moving at a speed beyond the reach of mortal eyes.

Reina couldn't even feel that she was on the battlefield. She felt like she was standing in a myth.
All the corpses, pain and sorrow were just footnotes to this great moment. Everything else seemed unimportant. Only the linen-robed figure in the temple and Robert Guilliman remained.
Suddenly, Reina realized something.
She had seen the spear, she had seen the spear a thousand times,

In the church of Asford, in the carvings of the Hive, in the hands of the towering stone statues that stand beside the Old One-Eye Tavern in Lower Hive,
That's exactly it.
Reina remembered that it was Zhou Yun who awakened Robert Guilliman, and that Zhou Yun went to Baal first before meeting them.
Everything was connected at this moment, and Reina herself was also involved.

She cried with joy, tears streaming down her face.

"Praise Holy Doraemon!"

Reina shouted at the top of her voice:

"Praise Saint Doraemon! Praise the Emperor! Praise Sanguinius! Praise Robert Guilliman!"

"What a miracle this is! We are with the descendants of the God-Emperor!"

"That's right!" Greyfax heard Reyna's voice, and she shouted in an equally excited voice: "It's true! This is a real miracle!"

Celestine in the sky nodded frequently, with a smile on her lips, singing sacred hymns.

“That shouldn’t be the case!”

The Emperor's Sword roared in Robert Guilliman's hand, cutting through the power armor of the Black Legion Terminator like cutting butter:
"I saw it with my own eyes! Dawn showed me your body! It was all broken into pieces like that!"

"You are indeed dead! How is it possible!"

Hearing Robert Guilliman's confused voice, the man in the linen robe twitched his mouth first, and then curled up a wicked smile.

"Isn't it the same for you? Look at your own body!"

He shouted to Guilliman:
"Look at the two of us, think about our second————"

"No!"

Roboute Guilliman let out a cry of panic.
He almost instantly killed the black army surrounding him, then leaped to the side of the linen robe in two or three steps, and set off an almost frenzied hurricane.

The figure's robe moved with the wind, untied silently, and floated high into the sky over the battlefield.
The air suddenly became silent. Not only the real universe, but also the subspace was silent.

At once, countless beings roared in fear.

Just because the golden hair covered by the silver chain was exposed to the air, the white wings slowly opened in the dusty air of the temple, and the setting sun cast light on the figure, making him look like a flawless angel falling into the battlefield.

No, it was the angel himself,
A smile appeared on Sanguinius's lips:

"I say think about our second life, think about what we bring to the empire in the second time?"

"Why are you in such a hurry?"

Looking at the white wings and listening to the words from Sanguinius, Guilliman's expression changed from dull to surprised, from excited to jubilant.
No matter how many years have passed, no matter what the current situation of mankind is, at least he is not alone, and the most perfect brother is with him.

Not only Guilliman, but all the loyalists present felt a great power surge from their hearts the moment they saw that figure.

Yes, no matter how hopeless this galaxy is, as long as that person stands by the side of mankind, there is still hope.
Sanguinius left Robert Guilliman, who was still trying to recover his superhuman wisdom, behind, flapping his wings and flying into the air, shouting in a high voice:

"Humanity, we have returned!" "In the name of Doraemon! In the name of the Emperor!"

"I, Sanguinius, the son of the Lord of Mankind, and my brother Robert Guilliman will bring hope, enlightenment, and reason back to you once again!"

"Let the silence of chaos return to the curtain of reality. The material universe belongs only to humans!"

As he spoke, Sanguinius's gaze pierced through the veil of reality and looked at those beings who were spying on this place.
The two Primarchs reappeared in the material universe, and the waves they created swept across the entire subspace.

The Blood God let out a low war cry, his army has assembled again, eighty-eight Khorne demon armies roared the name of Khorne, and sacrificed their master with blood, skulls, and killing. The Blood God desired the skulls of the two primarchs, and the apostles of Khorne swore to take them off.

Tzeentch posed nine hundred and ninety-nine riddles, presenting ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine futures. Among these countless futures that were fragmented like mirrors, the Lord of Change chose the one he liked the most, and his Lords of Change would carry out the will of the Lord of Change and allow the two Primarchs to get what they deserved. Everything was going as planned.

The God of Thirst let out an obscene laugh, licked his lips, and crawled on the curtain of reality and the Warp with desire, trying to taste the Archangel's beautiful body, while His apostles lay on His voluptuous body, promising the God of Thirst with 666 kinds of love words, so that the two Primarchs would join their joyous banquet.

In the Garden of Nurgle, the Great Unreverents shook their bellies full of rotten cysts and danced with the little Nurgle spirits in 77 kinds of sacrificial dances praying for life and rain. They opened their mouths wide, spitting out maggots and laughing. The two Primarchs have returned! The two Primarchs who have not been defiled have returned! The lonely and poor little Mortarion has company! Without the order of the loving father, the apostles of Nurgle will do their best to promote the "reconciliation" between the three brothers.

The gods extended their blasphemous tentacles, and those who served the gods also began their own actions.
Kharn stood in the shadow of the Vengeful Spirit, watching as the blasphemous wizards chopped off the heads of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine sacrifices at just the right time. The broken body of Abaddon the Despoiler lay on the throne, watching the ceremony proceed.
The Great Despoiler learned the truth from Kahn, and knew that the resurrected Primarchs were Sanguinius and Robert Guilliman. In order to fight against these two demigods, Abaddon chose to "use" the power of the Dark Gods.

But in Kahn's eyes, Abaddon was just being used by the gods. Nine sharp cries were heard, and two bird heads stretched out from the darkness. Carlos, the chief demon weaver under the Lord of Change, descended on the Spirit of Vengeance with nine demon lords of change.

Kahn watched all this in silence. The Blood God and the Lord of Change had always had a grudge against each other, and the Blood God's apostles also hated this despicable magic, but Kahn did not take action. The Blood God allowed him to kill freely. Now he did not kill for anyone, only for hatred and himself.
Thinking of this, Kahn pressed down the flesh-and-blood hood that half covered his head, and a twisted, broken, and grotesque face emerged from the inside of the hood.
That face looked like a twisted devil, and also like his former brother, Angel Tai.
"Let them hunt the Primarch, all we want is his head. Erebus"

Kahn nodded slightly, but in order to hunt for Erebus's skull, he also had to go to Ultramar and find that being.
In Slaanesh's palace, Fulgrim enjoyed the pleasure brought by the fifth Crone Sword. The fat, maggot-like Slaanesh demons crawled on his body, relieving the shock he had just received. Fulgrim licked his lips with his forked tongue. He swore not only to bring back the two primarchs, but also to bring the corruption of Slaanesh into the body of that blue, bulging being.

The surface of Plague Star is filled with bloody yellow poisonous fog, and corruption is spreading across the entire planet. The Death Guard is marching in the corruption and will bring this corruption to the Empire. Mortarion has already encountered that moment, and numerology has shown him the future. Robert Guilliman will fall under his scythe.

Magnus laughed heartily on the Wizard Star. Witchcraft, divination and fate interpreted the true future for him. He had seen through all possibilities. He uttered blasphemous spells and turned into crystallized flying insects, flying towards the Thousand Sons Legion that had turned into puppets, gathering the materials needed to compile his destiny.

Sanguinius saw all of this in an instant, but Roboute Guilliman was still unaware of the dark and blasphemous things in the Warp, and was unaware that the traitors, like entrenched poisonous pythons, had quietly targeted him and his brothers.
This most rational Primarch of the past is standing on the battlefield.

There was no despair or darkness in his heart, and he was still immersed in the joy that he had a brother with him.

Even though 10,000 years later, mankind still faces the dark facts of traitors, chaos and war, it has not left any shadow in his heart.
Robert Guilliman quickly used his instinct as a commander to organize and command the Third Brotherhood of the Grey Knights, the First Company of the Ultramarines, and the 1,000 Blood Angels brought by Zhou Yun, turning them into sharp scalpels and stabbing into the Hera Fortress he designed in the past to eliminate the invading Chaos traitors.

However, the Blood Angels caused Robert Guilliman some doubts.

He noted that while the Ultramarines still operated according to the ways of the Codex Astartes, the Blood Angels did not.

"They are from different chapters."

Robert Guilliman spared a little energy to ask questions to Sanguinius beside him. He began to try to obtain information about this era.

Of course, he also discovered some facts through observation.
First of all, he roughly knew that this was the 40th millennium of mankind, and he had been asleep for a full 10,000 years.
But he also found something strange. The equipment of the Ultramarines had not changed much and was even a bit regressed. The Blood Angels were using some weird technological creations, but they were obviously not from the Empire, but from that Saint Doraemon?
Another point is that the Codex Astartes he designated seemed to have been running for a full ten thousand years, which gave him a bad feeling.

"A Chapter-sized force made up of different Chapters is not in conformity with the Codex Astartes I have drawn up," he said, looking towards Sanguinius.

"The long, smelly mess that tried to tear my Legion into pieces and turned them all into toilet paper painted with red Ultramarines?"

Sanguinius raised his eyebrows slightly, and said without showing any mercy to Guilliman:
"I dethroned it."

Robert Guilliman was not angry at Sanguinius' words.
If one's own holy book has been in operation for 10,000 years, it must have become some kind of dogmatic, almost religious text, no longer suitable for the needs of reality, and it deserves to be abolished.

Robert Guilliman felt some sadness.

"Ten thousand years. How old-fashioned must they be to have defended the temple for ten thousand years?"

"How could our once rational and enlightened human empire become so rigid? It's like something a country ruled by religion would do. You must have encountered obstacles, right? Even the creators of dogmatic codes find it difficult to abolish them. They will think you are ambitious, right?"

"No, I don't, because I have the power to do so." Sanguinius shook his head slightly. "Before our father boarded the Spirit of Vengeance, he designated me as his successor. This is also recorded in the scriptures of the state religion. I even have my own religious festival."

After saying this, Sanguinius began to observe Robert Guilliman's reaction with interest.

"Oh, Dorn told me about this, which is very convenient——————Wait?? What state religion?"

"Where did the Empire get its state religion??? Lorgar fought back???"

Robert Guilliman seemed to realize something, his expression changed from confusion to shock, and then from shock to distortion and anger.

Seeing this scene, even Zhou Yun, who was standing not far away, couldn't help but laugh out loud, and shouted at Robert Guilliman:
"Don't be afraid, Lord Guilliman. I believe you can protect our human empire."

"We are full of devout believers who believe in the Emperor and the Primarch. We are constantly burning at the stake those who deny that you and the Empire are gods. There is also an Empire with flying baby corpses in the sky. You will definitely protect it, right?"

"I believe that the extremely inefficient government system, the High Lords' Council full of infighting, the conflicting Astra Militarum and Imperial Navy, the extremely insane Inquisition, the masses full of superstition and ignorance, the highly autonomous Mechanicus, the state religion that controls the entire spiritual world of the empire, the Imperial Guards who have been dead for ten thousand years, and the Golden Throne that is about to be damaged can't stop you!"

(End of this chapter)