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

Chapter 565 Fugen: I think I can sit on the golden throne!
Guilliman, of course, knew that Lane had already been resurrected.

Ryan must have been fully resurrected and returned several decades ago, before Doraemon fell asleep.

But Lane never met Guilliman; he wasn't even part of the Empire's command structure, acting entirely on his own.

But Guilliman couldn't condemn Lane for this.

Because every appearance of Lane over these decades had been reported to Guilliman by his spies, Guilliman knew exactly what he had done to Lane.
Ryan and his mysterious warriors often appear suddenly at the most intense, crucial, and dangerous moments of battle, turning the tide of war and helping the Imperial forces overcome crises.

Without Lane's freedom of action, the Unyielding Crusade wouldn't have been going so smoothly. Guilliman had to admit that Lane had done a great job.

Guilliman was even somewhat relieved that Ryan hadn't come to see him or tried to take control of the Empire's military system.

Otherwise, the ideological conflict between Guilliman and Lane could have very bad consequences.

Ultimately, Guilliman himself was also trying his best to avoid meeting Lane.
He really didn't want to argue with Ryan.
But now it seems there's no way to avoid it. Even for the sake of the empire's future, Guilliman needs to talk to Lane.
Who knows if Ryan might have a moment of madness and launch an extermination order against some important planet one day?

Guilliman rubbed his temples, mentally rehearsing his conversation with Ryan, and then walked toward the random door that stood between the Glory of Macragge and the Regent's office.

He placed his hand on the doorknob of the Anywhere Door, and couldn't help but recall the things that Caul had sent to the First Fleet some time ago, entrusting Guilliman to conduct tests on them.
If those things truly have the effects Caul calculated, then the Empire can be said to be truly on the verge of recovery.
This idea injected some hope into Guilliman's weary heart, giving him the strength to turn the doorknob and enter the Anywhere Door.

The scene before him changed rapidly. Guilliman entered the network channel, repeatedly opening and closing the Anywhere Door, and finally arrived at the place where this small meeting was being held, on the flagship Red Tear of Saint Gillespie.

Pushing open the Anywhere Door, Guilliman felt only a beam of bright light shining down upon him.

Unlike his own office, the meeting room prepared by Saint Gilles was much brighter, more spacious, and more comfortable. The walls were made of marble from Bar, and were carved with Saint Gilles' angel, Ryan's lion symbol, the figure of Saint Doraemon, and a double-headed eagle with outstretched wings.

Guilliman stepped out of the door and looked into the meeting room; the other four were already there.

Guilliman saw Saint Gilles, whose gentle and beautiful face was looking at him with a soft smile, her eyes sparkling with interest.
Whenever Guillier saw Saint Guillier, he felt his fatigue disappear quickly, because seeing Saint Guillier made him feel that he was not alone, but that he had another brother who was helping him support everything.

Guilliman saw Doraemon, whose ordinary face hadn't changed in decades, a slightly mocking smile always playing on his lips, and a constant glint of laughter in his eyes. But for some reason, Guilliman vaguely sensed a numbness in his eyes, as if he were completely unsurprised by everything happening before him.
For a moment, Guilliman even had a vague feeling that Zhou Yun had become somewhat like an emperor. But this feeling was fleeting, and seemed to be just Guilliman's illusion.

Seeing Zhou Yun return safely, Guilliman couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief; at least he hadn't really become like the Emperor.

Then, Guilliman saw Lane Aljonson, whose once terrifying lion-like face now appeared gentler, as if he had aged and his beard covered most of his face.

Guilliman was already mentally prepared, and when he saw Ryan, he was quite calm. He was not affected by some past memories, and instead nodded politely to Ryan. It was just that Ryan looked at Guilliman with a bit of pity, and it was unclear what he was pitying about.
Finally, Guilliman saw Forgrim. His face, beneath the white hair, was still as handsome as ever. Perhaps he was arrogant and frivolous, but Guilliman had to admit that he was the most amiable of the brothers and of all mortals, the kind of person you'd see at first glance—

and many more?

Who?
Fugrim?

Fogrem!!!

A searing roar rose from his spine, heading straight for Guilliman's brain.
He silently told himself to calm down, but looking at Fogrim's handsome face, the slight upturn of his thin lips, and those violet eyes that always held a hint of mockery, Guilliman felt a dull ache in his neck and an uncontrollable rage.

“Guilliman, my dear brother, it is a pleasure to see you. I wonder if you have become more interesting after all these years?” Fugen said to Guilliman with a smile.

"Forgrim!!!!!" Guilliman roared, almost like a wild beast. At that moment, he was even more like a wolf than Ruth.
His speed was incredible; the Emperor's Sword was drawn almost instantly, the raging imperial fire drawing a scorching arc across the room, and the blade was at Forgrim's neck in the blink of an eye.

Boom! ! !
With a muffled thud, Ryan Aljonsen calmly raised his kite shield, easily blocking Guilliman's sword strike.

"Ryan!!!" Guilliman's anger finally broke down completely. He looked at the lion and asked in a low voice, "Are you going to protect this traitor?"

“I hope you were just as furious with the traitors on your own planet back then,” Ryan Aljonsen said coldly.

Back then, Lane attempted to use orbital bombardment to kill Kurtz, but Guilliman stopped him, which was one of the main conflicts between the two.

"Traitors should be executed, but sacrificing the lives of innocent people is another matter." "How fair!" The lion sneered a few times: "Then this kid can also be considered one of the innocent people you mentioned."

"Innocent?" Guilliman slightly retracted his sword.
He vaguely sensed that although the face before him was exactly the same as that of the former Vorgrim, there were few traces of warp corruption on his body. Moreover, he was different from them. He... he lacked something; he was not a true Primarch.
“I am a clone, created by Fabius using my genetic sequence from before I fell into corruption.” Fugen’s slight smile remained unchanged as he stared at Guilliman.

"You should have said that from the beginning, you had to provoke him a little," Zhou Yun complained softly. In Zhou Yun's more than 20,000 dreams, whenever the clone Fugen saw Guilliman, he would tease Guilliman and provoke him.

Fugen blinked innocently. "I just want to know if my most boring brother has learned any sense of humor?"

He turned to look at Guilliman, his lips pursed in a slightly helpless manner: "Looks like I still haven't learned it."

"Just a clone?" Guilliman frowned, looking at Fugen with some suspicion.

"Just a clone?"

Fugen seemed to be provoked by Guilliman's dismissive tone, and suddenly raised his voice, saying:
“I am his iteration, a more perfect Fugrim than that Fallen one.”

"His downfall was due to his imperfection, but I am different; I will eventually reach true perfection."

“Guilliman, my most boring brother, I’ll show you.”

Fugrim spoke with increasing fervor, extolling the path to perfection and pride.
He failed to notice that the lion beside him couldn't help but place his hand on the Sword of Loyalty, that Saint Gilles helplessly covered his face, and that the murderous intent in Guilliman's eyes grew even stronger.

“Just kill him,” Guilliman said, as if the man was beyond saving.

Ryan El-Jonson nodded instinctively, but quickly shook his head: "No."

“He won’t fall into depravity for now, and he’s still useful,” Zhou Yun said calmly to Guilliman.

Guilliman's expression shifted slightly, but he eventually calmed down, sheathed the Emperor's Sword, and sat down next to Saint Gilles, with Saint Gilles and Zhou Yun separating him from Fugen and Ryan.

“He has a problem with us,” Fugan sighed deeply, speaking to Ryan in a somewhat sorrowful tone.

“I also have a lot of complaints about you,” Ryan glanced at Fugen and replied in a low voice.

If it weren't for Saint Doraemon saying that Fukugen was still useful, and if it weren't for Saint Doraemon now representing the Emperor's will, Ryan would have been very happy to kill Fukugen to prevent future troubles.

“Perfect people are always lonely.” Fugen sighed, then looked at Zhou Yun and Saint Gilles beside him: “My lords, I suppose you share a similar view?”

Saint Gilles couldn't help but rub his temples.

Zhou Yun said calmly, "Since you like solitude and perfection so much, why don't you go and sit on the Golden Throne in place of the Emperor?"

“Why not? My father’s empire is on the verge of disaster, my brother’s expedition is unsustainable, and the people of the empire are desperate. Don’t I have a responsibility to inherit my father’s throne, sit on the golden throne, and take on the responsibility of saving my people?” Fugen said in a series of fluent, almost hymn-like words.

“When you’re free, you can come and help me with government affairs,” Guilliman said, glancing at Fugen.

"As you wish!" Fugen smiled and nodded.

"Let's talk about something serious."

Saint Gilles sighed, seemingly annoyed even by Fugen:

"The space necromancer travelers Anlakel and Tarasin have been captured by us."

"Anlakel claims that he has developed a machine spirit and strongly suspects that it is related to Doraemon."

(End of this chapter)