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

Chapter 585 Taraxin, you're so kind!
On Solemnas, in the Galactic History Museum of Tarachin...
The entire planet is now partially submerged within a hidden subdimensional reality bubble. This is one of the protective measures implemented by Tarasin after he became a target of the Silent King due to his cooperation with Allakel.

The planet Solemnas was the culmination of necromantic art, culture, and history millions of years ago, and it also embodies necromantic technology.

This planet is less like a planet and more like a planet-sized Dyson sphere, with an outer shell of countless floating nanobots. These nanobots either form sharp edges to absorb energy, transform into clouds to maintain the atmosphere, or form a sturdy outer shell to protect the museum beneath.

Led by Tarasin, Saint Gilles, Guilliman, Fugen, Belissau Dora Cole, and Zhou Yun strolled through the vast museum.

They came here to communicate with the undead. Allakel was using his former political influence to spread Zhou Yun's offer among the undead and was also attempting to contact the Silent King directly.
During this time, Tarasin invited Zhou Yun and the Primal Bodies to visit his museum.

"This is an ancient orc, whom we called Krok in even more ancient times."

Tarachin walked at the head of the procession, introducing the artifact with an almost fervent tone for a necromancer.

It was a colossal creature, a full twelve meters tall, its body composed of grotesque, dark green muscles. Most of its form was covered by rough exoskeleton armor, and its face was concealed by a helmet, making its features impossible to discern.

"He is the ancestor of today's green-skinned orcs, a biological weapon of the ancient saints, dangerous, cunning, deadly and inexhaustible. What you humans are facing today is merely a degraded form of him."

"Of course, the ancient orcs, like the orcs of today, depended on war for survival. The intensity of war in the galaxy today is no longer sufficient to support the ancient orcs, which is why they degenerated into the orcs of today."

"Theoretically speaking, if the intensity of the war could reach the level of the War of Heaven in the past, the ancient orcs could still reappear in the Greenskin's genetic sequence."

Tarahim gave a very detailed account, not because he wanted to flatter anyone, but simply because Tarahim liked to do so.
The planet Solemnas welcomes anyone to visit and tour it. Tarachin runs this museum to preserve the history of the galaxy for future generations to commemorate.

“This reminds me of Ulano,” Fugen said with a slight smile.

The great victory at Ulanor was achieved by the Lord of Mankind personally leading the expedition, annihilating the largest orcish empire of the Great Crusade era. Warmaster Horus was present alongside the Emperor.
Horus even personally killed Urak Ulgri, the ruler of the Ulanor Orc Empire.
It was during the celebrations following the victory at Ulanor that, witnessed by Primarchs such as Forgrim, Saint Gilles, Chagatai Khan, Loka, Magnus, Angron, and Mortarion, that the Emperor personally crowned Horus as Warmaster and announced his withdrawal from the Great Crusade.

That was the culmination of the entire expedition, a moment of boundless glory, when everything seemed full of hope, and even the most worried could not deny that humanity was rising again.

Just thinking about that moment makes Fugen smile. He wasn't the main character at that moment, but just being a part of it made him feel like he was favored by the sun of honor.

Saint-Gilles paused for a moment, seemingly surprised by Fugen's sudden remark, but after a brief instant, he also revealed a smile similar to Fugen's.
Even though the galaxy burned and the empire nearly collapsed afterward, at least that moment was filled with glory in their memories.

“How wonderful! That moment truly made one feel that the future held infinite glory, and that humanity would begin its resurgence from that moment on,” Fugen exclaimed.

Only Guilliman remained indifferent, seemingly unable to resonate with Saint-Gilles and Fuchs.
He didn't attend the victory at Ulanno, nor did he witness the empire's coronation of the war marshal, nor did he experience the glory of it.
Guilliman was more focused on the political significance of the Emperor bestowing the title of General of Horus upon him.

Recalling that time, Guilliman felt only pain and regret.

As a seasoned politician, Guilliman should have been aware of the risks of the Emperor entrusting such a vast amount of power to Horus, and the potential for rebellion.
In fact, at the time, some far-sighted Astartes within the Ultramarines did recognize this possibility: the possibility of internal strife breaking out between Astartes.

But Guilliman, trusting his Primarch brothers, vehemently refuted this argument and even punished the leader by making him wear a red helmet.
Looking back now, I am filled with regret and remorse.

"What I see is no honor, only the collapse of a great building."

"That should have been the starting point of humanity's rise, but ultimately, due to our mistakes, it became the beginning of a collapse."

Guilliman said in an almost detached tone.

Fugen was choked by Guilliman, his lips curled up slightly, and a hint of displeasure appeared on his face.

"What? When did humanity's resurgence begin?"

"Was it when you crowned Saint Gilles as Emperor of the Second Empire?"

Fugen said in a sarcastic tone.

Guilliman merely gave him a cold look:
"It is the present moment, now, today."

"I will not repeat the mistakes that Ulano made."

Fugen curled his lip in disdain: "As if all of humanity now rests on your shoulders, where do you place Saint Gilles? Where do you place our father? Where do you place Doraemon?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yun's lips twitched slightly.
Fugen's words reminded him of some unpleasant memories.

The Guilliman Rebellion was an event that Zhou Yun had repeatedly encountered in his dreams, one he could never fully accept as calm.
Having Guilliman and not having Guilliman are completely different experiences, and if Guilliman is the enemy, it's even more hellish. Even Horus, during his rebellion, could only achieve a quick victory by directly attacking Terra and beheading the Emperor.

But when Guilliman rebelled, he was truly able to surpass the Empire in every aspect. He employed a variety of tactics, including economic warfare, political warfare, propaganda warfare, and psychological warfare, which almost destroyed the entire Empire's productivity. At the same time, he made the Empire's planets sway towards Guilliman, which was extremely disgusting.

In Zhou Yun's plan,
Fugen can be discarded, and Saint Gilles and Lane can be sacrificed; among the Primarchs, only Guilliman is irreplaceable.

Without Guilliman, humanity wouldn't even have survived until the completion of Zhou Yun's plan. The items needed for Zhou Yun's plan also required Guilliman to generate gold coins.

"I have always looked forward to showing this piece to humanity."

Tarasin raised his voice slightly and waved his hand with great elegance, directing everyone's attention to the warrior's collection he wanted.

Those were two very rudimentary detectors, appearing extremely primitive even by the Empire's current rather crude technological standards.
In front of these two detectors was an extremely primitive record player, seemingly preserved from the second or third millennium of humankind.
On the record player, a gold record is spinning at 33 RPM. The stylus senses the vibration of the grooves on the record, the vacuum tube phono amplifier amplifies the signal, and the recording is slowly played out from the speaker.

It was a slightly muffled and deep middle-aged voice, speaking in a language similar to High Gothic, but simpler and more direct.

The Primarchs' linguistic talents were enough to bridge the gap; they understood the middle-aged voice almost instantly.

"Hello."

"This is a gift from a tiny, faraway world."

"It contains our voices, our science, our music, our thoughts, emotions, and soul."

"This Voice of Earth is meant to give hope, our determination and our best wishes to distant worlds in this vast and awe-inspiring universe."

"We are striving to live in our time and hope to enter yours."

For some reason, these words caused the three Primarchs and Belisarius Caul present to tremble slightly; they seemed to sense a power within those words.
Human strength is vibrant, energetic, and full of ambition and hope.
They haven't truly left their own planet yet, but they already harbor a deep longing for the stars.

They occupy an insignificant position in the galaxy, yet they feel no inferiority whatsoever. On the contrary, they proudly present their culture, thoughts, emotions, and souls to the world.
They are not perfect; war, hunger, poverty, discrimination, and internal strife still exist in their civilization, but they believe they can overcome these problems.
They still had disagreements and different answers to the fate of humanity, but at least at that time they believed that the path they were on could lead to a hopeful future.

It wasn't a great era, but they believed they could usher in a better one.

Voyager 1 and Voyager 2, the first two probes launched by mankind to leave the solar system, were not only to explore the world beyond the solar system, but also to send a letter to other civilizations among the stars.

Zhou Yun spoke softly:
"That golden record contains the sounds of humanity, 55 languages ​​or dialects, and 90 minutes of music recordings from various ethnic groups, in order to showcase the existence of humanity."

The golden record is still playing softly, telling the story of humanity's message to the Milky Way in fifty-five languages, including the language Zhou Yun belongs to.

“What a beautiful thing!” Fugen exclaimed involuntarily.

Saint-Gilles nodded in agreement: "It is not only the beauty of art and sound contained within that is moving, but even more so the spirit behind that art and sound, which is precisely what our time lacks, something called hope."

“That youthful era may never come again. For the first time, I felt a poignant, broken beauty in human civilization itself,” Fugen said in a slightly melancholic tone.

“I think the world is getting younger,” Guilliman said calmly. “I believe that kind of era will come again. I appreciate the beauty of reason and abundance more than the beauty of brokenness, the beauty of everyone being able to eat their fill, everyone not needing to be immersed in religion, and everyone being able to be happy.”

"You really have no sense of romance," Fugen said, pursing his lips.

“A truly remarkable collection.” Belisarius Caul, whose face was so hideous that even the undead of space felt a chill, looked at Tarasin and said, “You have pleased the god of all machines.”

Kaul's words startled Tarasin, who then turned his head slightly to look at Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun also revealed a bright smile:

"What? Tarachin, you're saying you're going to return these two Voyagers to me?"

"It's so kind of you!"

(End of this chapter)