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

Chapter 279 The Second Empire Emperor and Regent

"Look what we have become!!!"

In the damaged temple, Robert Guilliman let out a roar that was almost painful.

He looked at the mural in front of him, which depicted Guilliman's great deeds, as well as the deeds of the Ultramarines after his death.

Of course, there is also a carving of his father, the so-called God-Emperor, who is devoutly believed in by the entire empire.
"you!!!"

Robert Guilliman pointed at the Emperor shrouded in dim light on the carving and shouted:

"How could this happen! Father!"

"Look what we have become!"

"Our empire is full of ignorance, blindness, cruelty, decadence and suffering. Human beings are like a group of ascetics whose brains have been damaged by religion. They are suffering so much, and they are using your name to carry out religious persecution!"

"They even used mine! They actually said I was the Son of God!"

"Is it more ironic than this? How you hated being worshipped as a god!"

Robert Guilliman's words were filled with pain, dejection, and sadness.

The Hera Fortress has returned to the control of the Ultramarines, and taking advantage of this moment of respite, Robert Guilliman also began to try to absorb information about this era.

He received the opinions of all those he thought worthy of receiving, and met with them individually.
Calgar handed the command back to Guilliman, and with great emotion told him how the Astartes had adhered to the Codex for ten thousand years.
Grand Master Voldus brought him news about Chaos and Demons, and he learned about the enemies that humans are facing now.
Inquisitor Greyfax told Robert Guilliman about the history hidden by the Inquisition and the current situation of the Inquisition.

The living saint Celestine knelt before him and thanked the Emperor for his blessing with a pious voice.
Reina of the Cadian Assault Force was extremely nervous, but she still tried her best to tell him about the current situation of the lower classes of the empire and the faith of Saint Doraemon.

Belisarius Cawl had become completely different from what Guilliman remembered, but he still spoke of the Mechanicus's decline and current situation.

The two Eldar claimed that they came for the Death God Inad, and asked Guilliman to consider an alliance with the Eldar and be wary of the "Death God of Mankind".
Robert Guilliman praised everyone's insights and contributions, thanked them for everything they had done for the Empire and humanity, and revealed different personalities to face them.
Everyone couldn't help but feel that Guilliman was a kind, frank and trustworthy person, and in turn, they couldn't help but treat Guilliman with kindness and frankness.

But every piece of information they spoke seemed to tear Guilliman's soul apart.

"If it turns out like this, you shouldn't have let me bomb Luojia's perfect city!"

Guilliman looked at the statue of the Emperor sitting on the Golden Throne and said in sorrow:

"I should have let Lorgar bomb my Macragge!"

"See how we have failed all of humanity? Remember how Horus declared you to be trying to become a god, trying to turn the Imperium into this?"

"Think of the traitors. Lorgar, Fulgrim, Mortarion. Think of how they taunted us in the Warp?"

"If I had known this, I should have let Horus kill me as well, and let Fulgrim's blade take my life completely. Otherwise, I would not have to face this future."

At this moment, a hand patted Guilliman's shoulder.

Guilliman turned his head slightly and saw Zhou Yun take off the blind spot star, took out a grenade launcher from his belly pocket and handed it to him.

"Here." Zhou Yun said lightly.
Robert Guilliman's expression also twisted slightly. He saw that behind Zhou Yun, Sanguinius also took off the Blind Spot Star and appeared.

The two of them had been in the temple the entire time, and had heard Guilliman and the others talking.

Because deep down in Robert Guilliman's heart, he hoped to have a brother who could face these pains with him, and someone who could listen to and understand his inner feelings.

Moreover, based on reason, Robert Guilliman could not show a gap with Sanguinius. He resurrected him and Sanguinius, and Zhou Yun, who was revered by the Cadian 184th Regiment and the Blood Angels, could not do so either.
Of course, Zhou Yun had two other reasons. One was that Robert Guilliman could instinctively feel his connection with him and thought that he could not hide from his sight. The other was that the prop Zhou Yun used, the one called the Blind Spot Star, could completely hide his figure, so it was easy for him to eavesdrop.

"He did kill me," Sanguinius said slowly, "It was not a good experience, Guilliman." Guilliman's expression changed slightly, he turned around, and then knelt on one knee to Sanguinius.

"It was my fault that I failed to reach you."

Robert Guilliman bowed his head deeply. This sadness had been tormenting him since ten thousand years ago. He had thought countless times whether he could have changed everything if he had arrived in time.
If he could save the Emperor and Sanguinius, it would be worth it even if he died on the Vengeful Spirit.
He also always believed that he was responsible for the death of the Emperor and Sanguinius.
"The proud man will not put it on his lips."

Sanguinius looked down at Robert Guilliman and spoke softly:
"This is how Zhou Yun described Fulgrim some time ago. You are exactly the opposite of Fulgrim. Although you don't say it, you are actually the proudest one among the twenty-one of us brothers."

"Fulgrim appears arrogant but is actually an inferior person in his heart. Magnus is more blind than proud. Dorn is more stubborn than proud. Mortarion and Perturabo are completely mentally ill. The Khan pretends to be aloof but knows what others cannot do. Curze has already surrendered to his fate."

".As for me, although I put on a perfect posture, deep down I was worried about the power of the warp in my body and the mutation of my offspring."

"That's why you are often unpopular, because we can sense your pride, an outrageous pride."

Sanguinius stepped forward and punched Robert Guilliman hard in the face.

Guilliman did not dodge, he stood still and took Sanguinius's punch head-on.

Sanguinius stared at Guilliman in silence, and continued slowly:

"You are completely proud. You think you can solve problems and save all mankind with reason, wisdom and strength, and bring enlightenment, enlightenment and civilization to everyone."

"If you don't do it, it's because you made a mistake, not because it's impossible."

Robert Guilliman remained silent.
Zhou Yun leaned against a marble pillar and watched the drama between the brothers.

Or watching the Regent of the Second Empire scold the Regent
But Sanguinius was right.
Guilliman is an idealist through and through, more idealistic than his twenty other brothers.
He had great hopes for humanity - all of humanity, whether mortal, Astartes or Primarch - that everyone could step into a bright future.

And he genuinely believes he can do it, which is a remarkable talent in this fucked-up universe.

“But what’s most outrageous is that at this moment in time, you’re right.”

Sanguinius exhaled slowly:

"In this dark and blind fortieth millennium, Sanguinius could not save the Imperium of Man. Neither Dorn, nor the Khan, nor Russ, nor the Lion, could he."

"Humanity needs Roboute Guilliman, and if you insist on dying..."

Sanguinius looked at Zhou Yun, and Zhou Yun smiled and shook his four-dimensional pocket.

“You can also use some of the surplus value in it.”

Sanguinius nodded and said, then he looked at Robert Guilliman:
"Now, Robert, what is your answer?"

Robert Guilliman gently rubbed the bruise on his face caused by Sanguinius's fist.
Then he stood up from the ground, walked to the window of the temple, and looked out through the stained glass window at the Hera Fortress.
Mortals and Astartes are working together to repair the fortress, their faces filled with hope, glory and light, as if they believe that all darkness is over.

They were far weaker than Guilliman, and lived in a darker age, but they fought on unyieldingly.

“This is truly the dark fortieth millennium of humanity, filled with ignorance, blindness and war.”

Guilliman exhaled slowly, and light flashed in his eyes:
“But there is hope.”

Guilliman, who had regained hope, turned his head. He now needed to solve the first problem at hand.

Guilliman's gaze fell on Zhou Yun.

(End of this chapter)