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Chapter 686 Guilliman: I've become the Chaos Warmaster?!

On the frontier of Otrama, the Glory Queen-class battleship, the Makurag Radiance,
Robert Guilliman let out a deep breath and put down the document in his hand.

With the empire now relatively peaceful and military affairs reduced, the productive forces of many planets have been unleashed, leading to a resurgence in political and economic matters.
The Empire's productivity has never been low. In fact, among all races in the galaxy today, humanity's productivity is drastically ahead of the rest. If just one-tenth of that productivity were used in the war against the Tau, an almost endless sea of ​​warships could overwhelm the Tau Empire.

But the Empire's real problem lies in its extremely inefficient distribution and the fact that each planet is gradually becoming dominated by a single industry.
This is an inevitable result. The Milky Way is vast, subspace travel is primitive, interstellar communication is slow, and the efficiency of material transfer is low. It often operates according to rigid and fixed patterns, and even the slightest unexpected situation can have a serious impact on the whole.

In intergalactic trade, a common situation is that the cost for a hive world to grow its own crops is higher than the cost of transporting them on a large scale from agricultural worlds, while the cost for an agricultural world to build its own factories and produce agricultural tools is also far higher than the cost of transporting them from nearby hive worlds.

As a result, the hive world will increasingly abandon agricultural production and tend to specialize in producing each type of industrial product, while the agricultural world will increasingly abandon industrial production and tend to produce a few specific crops.

Gradually, each world began to devote all its resources to specializing in the production of certain types or even just one type of industrial or agricultural product, relying on imports from nearby star systems for the rest. Over time, the production model of most planets in the empire evolved into a state of extremely high efficiency in producing a single product and an extremely simple industrial structure.
However, the advantage of this model is that it has extremely high overall production capacity.
The downside is that the empire's transportation system cannot handle such massive production capacity. Without transportation, there is no consumption, often resulting in the stockpiling or even destruction of a single product on a particular planet. This could even lead to abundant famine.
Guilliman recently investigated an agricultural world that had experienced a famine. Despite no apparent problems with agricultural production, the famine still broke out.

Guilliman asked the local farmers and the results were:

"Why can't we afford to eat? Because we don't have money."

"Why is there no money? Because the farm can't pay wages."

"Why can't the farm pay wages? Because the farm has stopped operating."

"Why did the farm shut down? Because there was too much grain and they couldn't sell it."

This is a microcosm reflecting the empire's real problem: too much was produced, and too little was consumed.

However, these problems are now being resolved.
Firstly, there's Kaul; Kaul's improved arbitrary stargate is being rolled out across the stars.
Secondly, there's Zhou Yun, not because he brought out any new gadgets, but simply because of the four-dimensional pocket.
When Guilliman first learned that the four-dimensional pocket could sell anything, he immediately realized its extraordinary value.
It turns out that no matter how much or what type of goods there are, they can be thrown in and sold.
This is practically a consumer with unlimited money, the messiah of the market's dreams! No matter how much goods the empire produces, this pocket can consume them all. The purchasing power of the 22nd century is incredible!!!
After Zhou Yun's ascension, everything became even simpler. Now, all he needed to do was have the Holy Doraemon Church sing hymns and perform a shamanistic ritual over a pile of goods, thus sacrificing the goods to Holy Doraemon.
Then, Doraemon will drop down the gadgets they need. On average, the surplus products of one to two years' worth of goods in a single planetary world can be exchanged for a Anywhere Door. After being modified by the Mechanical Regiment, the planet can then acquire a merchant ship with an Anywhere Door.
And so the empire's economic cycle began to run.

However, the empire has too many planets, and it will take time to integrate them all into the new economic cycle.
This is why Guilliman deliberately maintained the intensity of the war between the Tau Empire and the Ottramar.
Ryan had once proposed that he lead a team to directly eliminate all the high-ranking officials of the Tau Empire.

But Guilliman refused.
Firstly, the war with the Tau Empire could deplete the empire's excess production capacity.

Secondly, the Chaos and the traitors are now only conducting small-scale raids within the Empire. The main enemies have become the Orks and the Terran Swarm. The Orks are also primarily launching small-scale attacks, and the Terran Swarm has not been very active recently. This has freed up a significant portion of the Empire's military resources.
However, prolonged inactivity in the war would lead to a decline in combat effectiveness. Therefore, Guilliman requested that the various chapters and the Astral Army rotate between the front lines of Ultramar and the Tau Empire, and collect the necessary supplies on their own along the way, so as to achieve the purpose of training troops and consuming excess production capacity.

However, the situation changed somewhat unexpectedly.

Saint Gilles and Ryan left Otramar.
Guilliman didn't think there was anything wrong with it; the problem didn't seem to be that big.
However, Zhou Yun stated that the nine legions of the Empire's two-star and five-star domains were all being carried on Guilliman's shoulders, and he couldn't add any more burden to Guilliman; he wanted to provide him with support.

then
Guilliman raised his head with a hint of bitterness in his eyes.

His gaze first swept over his side; his son, Sicarius, gripped his sword tightly, his expression strangely tense.

Not long ago, Sicarius's ship was accidentally pulled into the warp, but he ultimately fought his way out of the warp alone with his sword.
But at this moment, his expression showed that he was doubting whether he had actually escaped from the warp.
His chapter leader, Calgar, stared blankly at his fists, as if he had lost his purpose in life.

Chief Think Tank Digglis smiled, seemingly convinced that he had finally been driven mad by the warp.

Beside them stood a group of blue Tzeentch demons, processing documents.

These Tzeentch demons had blank expressions, and behind them stood several signs: "Apply the wolf-like culture of the Warp to your work," "I love my work, and my work loves me," and "Work hard to realize the meaning of your demonic life."

Leading them were the infamous Tzeentch demons, Blue Secretary Putrish and Hilippett, who were responsible for recording all spells and were now in charge of recording the productivity of different planets of the Empire.

On the other side of the Tzeentch demons' ranks were the Slaanesh demons, who had just returned from the battlefield.
The chief Slaanesh demon, Sharah, was polishing his silver shield; the masked dancer was weaving a new dance with light, graceful steps; and the torturer, Zarakanel, was toying with a female Tau woman who was nothing but a torso and a head.

Noticing Guilliman's gaze, Sharashi the Demon Raider raised her head, revealing a charming smile.

"My lord, my monarch, the Tau people aren't very healthy. Could you let us go kill some dwarves for fun?"

The fact that the monarch was addressed in such a manner by the demon Slaanesh sent shivers down Guilliman's spine.
But Guilliman soon began to find the title of monarch acceptable.
"War General!" The Khorne Demon Prince Seed of Destruction exhaled several puffs of sulfurous smoke, addressing Guilliman with the title of War General.

"These slutty sissies are perfect for beating up those sissy Titans!"

"The Slaanesh only know how to shoot, they don't dare to fight with real swords and spears. The Tau people also only know how to shoot, they don't dare to fight with real swords and spears!"

"They're a perfect match! Let them fight the Tau people!"

Behind the Seed of Destruction, the bloodthirsty freaks who were sharpening their weapons nodded in approval.
The Slaanesh demons quickly retaliated with insults and got into a brawl with the Khorne demons.

Guilliman took a deep breath and turned to look at Nurgle's side, who had just arrived.
Nurgle's forces arrived last; they brought not only demons, but also the former Fourteenth Legion of the Death Guard.
Guilliman looked at the Nurgle demons crammed into the halls of Macragge, reeking of decay.

Many exceptionally powerful Nurgle demons have arrived.
Septicemia, dysentery, leprosy, smallpox, the Black Death, borax, AIDS, mottaion, impotence, syphilis. Hmm?
Guilliman's gaze shifted slightly, landing on the gloomy, pale, thin, and wrinkled face beneath the hood.
Those dark, cloud-like eyes were fixed on Guilliman.
"..." Guilliman put down his pen and paper and stood up abruptly.

"If you don't stand up to greet me, I'll think I've come to the wrong place."

Mortarian said with a sinister smile:

"I almost thought this was the Soul of Vengeance, but upon closer inspection, I realized it's actually our War General's Macragge's Glory!"

"Why are you here?" Guilliman blurted out.

"Why am I here?" Mortarian's eyes twitched slightly. "I'll tell you why I'm here!"

“Decades ago, that one,” Mortalian stretched out his hand, clenching it into a fist to indicate to Guilliman who he was referring to, “that one used your image to send me a message through a few Nurgle spirits.”

"He said to you with his face right in his eyes: 'Fourteenth Prince! Don't think you're the most resilient of all the princes!' 'If there's war on the border tomorrow! You and I will each lead 100,000 Astartes, and we'll see who returns victorious! We'll see who returns utterly defeated!'"

Mortarian chuckled coldly a couple of times:
These words have spread throughout Nurgle Garden.

"Those Nurgle spirits can't tell the difference, they'll just take what you say as fact."

"Everyone says that Guilliman, the thirteenth son, challenged Mortalian, the fourteenth son, but Mortalian refused to accept the challenge. It must be because he is not as resilient as Guilliman."

"If there really is fighting on the frontier today, wouldn't I appear cowardly if I didn't come?"

Guilliman took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and regained his usual composure.

“I would rather you were with me ten thousand years ago; that would be a better testament to your resilience,” Guilliman said, looking at Mortalian.

Mortarian's smirk vanished.

"Does opposing a tyrant mean one is not resolute?" he retorted. "Besides, your loyalty doesn't seem entirely complete either."

“Indeed, I often disagree with some of the Emperor’s decisions, but falling into the Warp and becoming an enemy of humanity is certainly a sign of weakness.” Guilliman glanced at the moth wings on Mortalian’s back.

Mortarian's expression grew even more somber.
“Macurag, your offspring, your mother, the Emperor, and humanity are all infected with a painful disease. They are all suffering from indescribable pain, unable to live or die. You can only save one of them. Who will you choose first?”

“I will choose humans first, then the Emperor, then my offspring, Macragge, and my mother,” Guilliman replied without changing his expression.

“You are a cold-blooded tyrant,” Mortarian coldly commented. “I cannot make the same choice as you. I still have people I love.”

"Do you think I don't know how to love?" Mortalian's rebuke made Guilliman show a little anger: "I love Mrs. Euton more than anything, I love my offspring as much as you love yours, I love Macragge as you love Barbaros, and I love humanity as much as you love mankind."

“But Mortalian, there are things more important than love. True resilience is not born from hatred, love or other emotions. What is born from these cannot be called resilience, but only willfulness.”

"True resilience is born from responsibility. It is not about favoring because of love, nor betraying because of hatred. It is about doing what is impossible. Only responsibility is paramount. This is why Chagatai Khan understands what resilience is better than you, because he dares to shoulder his responsibilities."

Motalian stared intently at Guilliman.
Seven seconds later, he opened his mouth slightly and said, "I will show you what resilience is, Guilliman. Just wait and see."

“Alright! I’ll wait!” Guilliman sat back down in his seat and waved for Mortalian to leave.

But Mortalian seemed to want to show Guilliman his resilience. Instead of leaving, he took seven steps to the steps next to Guilliman's desk and plopped down next to him.

"..." Guilliman looked at Mortalian with a tense expression.

The demon in the hall, watching this rather comical scene, couldn't help but want to laugh as well.

But before they could even laugh out loud, Mortarian raised his head and coldly glanced at them.

In an instant, the room fell silent; even the bloodthirsty monsters dared not breathe loudly.

Many of them had heard of Mortarion's infamous reputation in the Warp.

Back then, Abaddon and Cayenne, under the guise of the gods' will, extorted, begged, and demanded support from various demonic primates.
Other primal beings, out of respect for the gods, often offer some form of assistance.
Only Mortarion was nearly killed by Abaddon and Cayan, but his father intervened and stopped him.

It can be said that wherever Mortarion sits, not a single demon dares to approach.

This is precisely Mortarion's purpose. He is protecting Guilliman.

This is his mission.

“Guilliman is indispensable in my plans.”

"If he is corrupted, my plan will inevitably fail, and fate will take the worst turn."

"If you want to see my plan succeed, I know that numerology has shown you the whole picture of my plan. You must protect Guilliman."

That's what he said to Mortarian.

Despite his loathing for Guilliman, Mortarian accepted the mission.
For that future, he could tolerate serving as Guilliman's bodyguard.

"In my final moments, everyone will witness my resilience."

Mortarian thought to himself:

That resilience is born from the hatred and love you reject.

"I will prove my resilience."

"I will save my offspring."

(I'm sick and can't take it anymore, there won't be a second chapter)

(End of this chapter)