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

Chapter 607 Was Fugen tricked by Guilliman?

Saint Gilles emerged from the doorway as if shrouded in light, gently fluttering his wings to prevent the feathers from being brushed off the door frame.

The Primarch heard the clone Foulgen's little joke, but unlike Zhou Yun when he said it, he didn't react in any way. He simply glanced calmly at Foulgen.
"Are you trying to make us seem close by using jokes like this?" Saint Gilles asked softly.

Fugen's slightly mocking smile immediately vanished.

"Chermos is a world with extremely low risk tolerance. Everyone in it is walking on a dangerous tightrope. Any waste of resources or any tiny mistake could lead to the collapse of the entire community."

“That planet shaped you, just as Mackrag left the mark of ambition on Guilliman, Caliban left the mark of beast on Lane, and Chemos left the mark of insecurity on you.”

"That's why you pursue perfection, and that's why you made that little joke. You're trying to use this method to judge our relationship, to make us seem close, and to gain a sense of security."

Saint Gilles' voice was clear and calm, seemingly addressed to Fugen, or perhaps to Fugen and the Sol and Alkenes behind him.

Fugen looked bored and glanced to the side, but no other door appeared.

"Lion is still jungling?" Fugen asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Lane is still jungling.” Sanguires nodded with a smile to confirm.

“Lane’s still jungling!” Guilliman sighed, rubbing his temples as he spoke.

Ryan is probably the most content of the Primarchs right now.
He spends all day traveling through the galaxy with his pardoning angels, saving worlds invaded by chaos or aliens, and incidentally finding some dark angels scattered throughout the galaxy after the fall of Caliban. He's even too lazy to go back and manage his own warband.

Guilliman could only manage a wry smile at this.
On the one hand, he was satisfied that Ryan did not interfere in the politics of the Empire; on the other hand, he somewhat longed for a brother to share the workload with him.
Dante had already reached his limit, handling half the empire's affairs; any more and he'd probably jump off Castel Sant'Angelo.
Evelyn is still somewhat inexperienced in handling government affairs; she can be a good secretary but not capable of working independently.
The shapeshifter, that wicked demon, is a genius at handling political affairs, but he always deliberately causes trouble, forcing Guilliman to painstakingly discern his true nature.
After much deliberation, I decided to let one of my brothers take on the political duties.
Ryan is definitely out of the question; Saint Gilles is not easy to trick.
Guilliman glanced at Fugen.

Fugan was unaware that Guilliman had his eye on him and was still talking to Saint Gilles.

"What about Zhou Yun? Isn't he coming either?" Fu Gen asked, to be honest, he hadn't seen Zhou Yun for some time.

“He already knew everything we were about to say, do, and decide, even before we knew it ourselves.”

Saint Gilles said softly:

"Don't let these repetitive things affect him. A crucial moment is approaching, and he needs to maintain emotional stability."

Repetitive tasks, a crucial moment, and mental stability.
Thor looked a little confused as he listened to these words, not understanding their meaning.

He could tell that Fugen also only vaguely understood, and even Guilliman didn't seem to fully comprehend it.

But in the end, the three Primarchs did not discuss what exactly happened to Saint Doraemon, and Thor could only suppress his confusion.

“Sit.” Guilliman gestured for the two Primarchs to sit at his desk. Their War Council was much more rudimentary than Thor had imagined.
There was no dedicated meeting room, no complicated ceremonies or lavish banquets; the exchange took place simply in this unassuming office.

Guilliman didn't even prepare chairs in advance, making it seem as if the two Primarchs were to fetch chairs from the side themselves.

Thor and Alkenes weren't so oblivious; Saint Gilles didn't have any guards, so naturally the two of them had to do these menial tasks.

Even while he was speaking, Guilliman did not stop working. After Saint-Gilles and Fugan sat down, he quickly looked up from his documents, rubbed his temple with one finger, and reached for the folder next to him with his other hand.

But Guilliman hesitated for a very short moment, as if he was thinking about where the document he was looking for was.

This is perfectly normal for mortals, but for the Primarch, it's simply utterly contrary to the capabilities of their superhuman brains.

Their brains were shaped by the Emperor's bio-alchemy, and their thinking was so swift that it surpassed the limits allowed by the material universe, reaching a supernatural realm.
Any hesitation, pause, or indecision would be unimaginable to the Primarch's extraordinary mind.

Even in the instant Guilliman hesitated, Fugan had already identified the document Guilliman wanted and placed it in front of him.

"You're exhausted, bro."

Fugan spoke in a deliberately serious tone, making it unclear whether he was concerned about Guilliman, mocking him, or both:
“You can easily delegate these tasks to others.”

“There are many tasks that only I can do.” Guilliman divided the documents in his hand into three copies, keeping one for himself and sending the other two to Saint-Gilles and Fugen.

“That’s why I sometimes dislike you; you think too highly of yourself.” Fugen’s upper lip curled slightly as he said, “Father doesn’t only have you as a loyal son.” “Who else can I trust?”

“Ryan? Sanguis? You think we haven’t tried?”

"The outcome of that attempt is a painful memory that we don't want to recall."

Guilliman's face bore a bitter weariness; he looked even more exhausted than before, to the point that Thor felt a pang of heartache.

Saul noticed that Fugen's brow furrowed because of Guilliman's words and actions.

Guilliman clearly ignored Fuchs, implying that Fuchs was never someone he trusted.
He was even implying that even Lane was far more reliable than Fugan in Guilliman's eyes.

"And me?" Fugen's tone carried a hint of anger.

“You?” Guilliman seemed taken aback, as if shocked by Fugen’s words, then shook his head repeatedly: “How could you! Do you think handling political affairs is as simple as putting on a gorgeous dress to attend a banquet?”

“Our minds were shaped by our fathers, we have the same talents, if you can do it, I can do it too.” Fugen’s brows furrowed even more.

“It’s not just a matter of ability, but also personality. Can you imagine what it’s like for Angron to handle government affairs?” Guilliman still refused.

"You're comparing me to Angron, who's mentally disabled?" Fugen's tone was filled with anger and a hint of grievance, as if he had been humiliated by Guilliman's words.

“Even the real Fulgrim couldn’t handle my political affairs. He can’t, and neither can you.” Guilliman’s gaze rose slightly, as if to express his distrust of Fulgrim’s abilities.

"You're not even willing to let me try?" Fugen's eyes widened slightly as he spoke in a defiant tone, "Are you worried I'll prove you're not irreplaceable? Or are you worried I'll take away your power?"

This remark made Guilliman frown.

“You all have so many misunderstandings about me. I have never coveted the power I hold, nor have I ever wanted to be in my current position. This has never been what I wanted!”

“Words are no proof.” Fugen raised his nose slightly, his violet eyes fixed on Guilliman: “If you can’t handle the work, I can help you share the burden.”

"If you truly don't crave power, then share the responsibility with me!"

Guilliman looked at Fugen for a moment, seemingly hesitant and indecisive.

But in the end, he took a deep breath, waved his hand, and said, "I will give you a chance to try. If you do well enough, I will give you a part of the empire's administrative affairs to handle."

A triumphant smile appeared on Fugen's lips.

Thor watched this scene, feeling a mix of emotions.
He sensed that Lord Guilliman harbored clear malice towards Fuchs.
This kind of malice was something Saul had never seen in Guilliman before.

Ultimately, it was Forgrim who severely injured Guilliman, causing the Primarch of the Ultramarines to slumber for a full ten thousand years.
Even if Fuggen is a clone of Fugren rather than the real Fugren, who can condemn Guilliman’s suspicion, malice, and contempt for Fuggen?
For a moment, Thor even felt a pang of heartache for Fuggen.
Hmm. Hiss.
But after examining it closely, Thor felt something was amiss.
Guilliman, the Primarch of the Ultramarines, one of the Empire's top politicians.

His cunning is unfathomable, and he rarely shows his emotions. How could he possibly reveal such obvious malice?

Moreover, if this person had doubts about Fugen, why did he eventually agree to let Fugen try to take over the empire's political affairs?

Thor pondered the matter carefully, and gradually a possibility came to mind. His expression turned somewhat strange.

He looked at his genetic father with a slightly strange expression.

Could it be that Fugen was played by Guilliman?
Thor couldn't help but open his mouth.
But seeing the victorious smile on Fugen's face, he ultimately didn't say a word.

"Storm King Imotek has launched an attack on the Mogos system."

"This galaxy is located on the edge of the Exorcism Dead Zone, where the subspace storms are the thinnest."

"At the same time, General Zandrek, a subordinate of the Silent King, is leading an army to launch an attack on the Satyr system."

“The Magos and Satyr star systems are close together. Once the two systems are occupied, the Storm King can pass through the subspace storm and enter the interior of the Exorcism Dead Zone.”

(End of this chapter)