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

Chapter 611 Fugen: But he begged me.
"I remember."

Fugen quickly recounted the plan Guilliman had just described, and then continued:
"But I would like to add something. The defense around Paradis is relatively weak, which can be filled by the first, second, third and fourth companies of the Flesh Rippers. They are all capable of fighting bloody battles and can withstand the pressure."

“I have reviewed the files. The Lamenters Chapter, which has been replenished with original Space Marines, has also regained its fighting strength. I suggest that the entire chapter move out from the Volian Vash system and shift to the right of the Storm King's forces.”

"I've heard that the Lamenters' Legion has terrible luck; they might be able to lure the Storm King's forces out of position."

"In this way, the Ultramarines, Blood Angels, Flesh-Tearers, and Lamenters can form a pocket to surround the Storm King's forces."

"Even if they fail, they can move to the Silent King's forces at any time to fill gaps in the battle line, making them more flexible and efficient."

Fugen spoke lightly, quickly supplementing Guilliman's plan and adding many details to it.

Compared to Guilliman's plan, Fugan's additional plan is slightly less feasible, but if implemented, it could create a perfect siege against Storm King.

This made Guilliman nod with slight satisfaction.

“I have to admit, you really are like our father’s son, like my brother,” Guilliman said with a smile, praising Fugen.

A smile flickered across Fugen's lips: "I always have been, brother."

“Very well, then it’s settled.” Guilliman said to Fugen while organizing the documents in his hands.

But Fugen still had doubts and was not prepared to end the War Council just like that.
He reached out and gently pressed down the documents Guilliman was tidying up, asking:
"So what will happen to the 184th Cardia Regiment, the veteran units of the Cardia Assault Army, the fighting nuns led by Ms. Jeanne, and the St. Doraemon Battle Team?"

"Furthermore, how will Saint Gilles act in this operation? Should we recall Ryan and his Angels of Forgiveness?"

“They are not in our command order.” Guilliman looked at Saint Gilles, who had been smiling but hadn’t said much.

"Lane claims he is now following the Emperor's guidance, appearing wherever he is required to be."

"As for Saint Gilles, I'm afraid Zhou Yun has already made arrangements for you, hasn't he?" Guilliman asked, looking at Saint Gilles.

“That is indeed the case, but I’m sorry I cannot share this arrangement with you, in order to prevent things from not going as planned,” Saint Gilles said softly.

Guilliman nodded as if he had expected this, and did not delve into the matter further.

Fugen pursed his lips, slightly dissatisfied.

"Does he still insist there's a 50% chance I'll betray him? Is he still full of doubt about me?"

"When exactly will I be able to prove my loyalty?"

Fu Gen clearly believed that Zhou Yun's concealment stemmed from his fear of Zhou Yun's betrayal.

“Even the probability of me betraying you is not zero,” Guilliman said suddenly before Fugen’s words had finished, looking at him calmly.

"Did you say that, Zhou Yun?" Fu Gen was speechless.

Guilliman nodded slightly, while Fugan stared at his face, but couldn't discern any emotion.

"Don't you think this kind of suspicion is almost an insult?" Fugen gritted his teeth slightly.

“I don’t even consider this a doubt,” Guilliman said calmly. “Logically and rationally speaking, anything is possible.”

“Even the most loyal person can be corrupted, however slim the probability may be.”

“If we go back ten thousand years, no one would have thought that you and Horus would rebel, but the fact is that you did rebel.”

“I am not omnipotent, nor am I necessarily more resilient than Horus was. If the gods use some despicable and powerful means, I could still be corrupted.” “All I can do is to do my utmost to prevent that possibility from becoming a reality.”

Fugen was speechless for a moment, remained silent for a long time, and finally nodded slightly.

“I understand,” said the clone of Fugrim.

Guilliman said nothing, but quickly separated a portion from the pile of documents and gestured for the two guards, Saul and Alkenes, to take them.

“Since you are my brother, then as you said, you are responsible for our father’s empire. These documents are entrusted to you to handle, so be sure to do them carefully.”

Fugen smiled and nodded: "I understand, so please trust me a little more."

He stood up, gestured slightly, and signaled for Thor and Alkenes to follow.
He led the two sons of the emperor through the portal and returned to the Phoenix Pride, the flagship of the Phoenix Sons Legion, to Fugen's office.
Since Fugen's office style is different from Guilliman's office style,

Guilliman's simplicity, conciseness, orderliness, and the atmosphere of work seem to be a manifestation of the concept of working overtime in the material universe.

Fugen's office, rather than being an office, was more like an artist's studio.

The room was filled with various exquisite musical instruments, paintings, and manuscripts, and the walls were adorned with over twenty magnificent paintings in beautifully framed frames.
"Saint Gilles Kneeling Before His Sons", "Guilliman at the Palace of Terra", "The Guerrilla of Corax", "I Am Roger Don", "The Coronation of Lupecal", "The Sacrifice of Macardo", "Feralus Forging the Silver Hand", "Feralus Forging the Flaming Sword", "Feralus and Fugraim Fighting Side by Side", "Feralus the True Warmaster", "Feralus at Istvan V", "The Death of Feralus", "The Spirit of Feralus".
Each of these paintings is over two meters tall and was painted by Fugen himself to express his remembrance and love for his Primitive Brothers.

Fugan moved his unfinished painting aside and gestured for Saul and Alkenes to place their documents on the table, while he himself sat down in front of the mountain of files.

"Is the first document the tithe calculation for the Pardy sub-sector?"

As Fugen stared at the thick stack of documents before him, listing the tithe amounts for hundreds of planets, his mind raced.
The tithe amounts for these planets had already been calculated by the Ministry of Internal Affairs officials; Fugen only needed to ensure the overall amounts were reasonable.

However, Fugen knew the inadequacy of the Empire's original administrative system, and that the tithes on these planets were likely calculated based on data from hundreds or even thousands of years ago, and that some planets might have even been destroyed after the Great Rift unfolded.

"Military tax from Demeton II? What idiot wrote this tax bill? The industry on that planet has long since shut down, and there's only a bunch of Astragalus fighting the Orks left. Who are they trying to tax? The soldiers who are still fighting? They need logistical support themselves!"

"Useless! The planetary platform of the Ministry of Internal Affairs to which this military supplies tax was sent has long reached its capacity limit. It will only be destroyed there. What are a bunch of useless people doing?"

"Why are the taxes on Amir One so high? Wait, why are they collecting food? This planet was blown up into a death zone at least a thousand years ago, and the Ministry of Internal Affairs is still levying food on them? Why don't you go levy wine on them from Baal??"

"What do you mean by the tithe of Vallow VI? Isn't that the homeworld of the Shield of Paldi? Damn it! The Shield of Paldi degenerated into a Chaos Warband after the Great Rift opened decades ago! Are they going to start collecting taxes from Abaddon next?"

Fugen was so angry his nose almost twisted; he finally understood why Guilliman insisted on doing everything himself.

The bureaucrats of the Imperial Ministry of Internal Affairs were not negligent; it's just that the information they had was from the past. With the opening of the Great Rift, countless planets had changed, and their brains were unable to process the vast amount of information from so many planets across the galaxy, nor could they truly coordinate resources from a holistic perspective.
Based on this flawed information and flawed thinking, they arrived at incorrect results. In reality, out of these hundreds of planets, only about twenty had serious tax problems, fifty or sixty had obvious issues, and the vast majority of the rest were minor errors and problems, already demonstrating the efforts of the Ministry of Internal Affairs bureaucrats.
However, if a clearly problematic tithe falls on fifty or sixty planets, it will trigger a rebellion on one planet, economic collapse in several star systems, and a senseless sacrifice. If a severely problematic tithe falls on twenty or so planets, it will bring utter destruction, the rampage of aliens, and the rise of chaos.
This is why Guilliman cannot detach himself from his work; his superhuman brain allows him to easily see those meaningless sacrifices, while his idealism does not allow those meaningless sacrifices to occur.

Fugen, on the other hand, is a perfectionist. On Chemos, he excelled at using flawless command to ensure that various communities survived and developed excellent cultures in Chemos's extreme environment. He could not tolerate imperfection; on Chemos, communities that could not achieve perfection simply could not survive.

His empire's current terrible administration is like an obsessive-compulsive seeing a chaotic room; his heart feels as uncomfortable as if he'd swallowed Mortalian, but his hands can't help but start efficiently handling government affairs, just like Guilliman's.

Seeing this, Thor hesitated for a moment before asking in a low voice, "My lord, is it possible that Lord Guilliman deliberately lured you to help him with his political affairs?"

Fugen looked up and gave Saul a surprised look.

"I know, if you can tell, do you think I can't?"

"But don't you find it amusing that Guilliman is going to such lengths to get my help?"

"Besides, does Guilliman think I can't see through this? He's just indirectly begging me!"

“He begged me, right in front of Saint Gilles and in front of you all, how could I not obey him?”

(End of this chapter)