Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 202: Primarchs' Meeting, Part 2
Taylor answered, but he was confused.

Even now, Guilliman gazed upon the great figure of the Emperor embroidered upon the silken draperies of that great hall.

It was as if he was asking his father why he was the only one who returned in this dark millennium?

Now his descendants, their empire, stumbled through the world, struggling in the quagmire of death and war.

Now he looked at the mortal and explained why he thought he had the answer.

"Taylor, I've heard about you from Mechanical Sage Cawl, and I've also heard what Calgar and Celestine think of you."

"You are a complex and reliable warrior, with cowardice, strength, fear, and courage."

"This is not a contradiction; on the contrary, it's just how people are."

"complex……"

He said tolerantly, "If you agree with my opinion, then countless mortals in Ultramar will agree with it, at least that's what I think."

Taylor said uncertainly. "What are you going to do?"

Taylor had met many people, but he had never seen a leader like this, a god-like being.

So he wasn't sure...

And Guilliman replied. "I wish to save this rotten realm, even if only a little."

"And that little bit may bring it back to where we once hoped it would be. Even if that change is only a little bit, I will feel that my efforts are not in vain."

"Because I realized my own folly, Grand Astartesism should have been the Imperium's last chance, but my Codex destroyed that opportunity."

"Now, mortals struggle in their narrow and ignorant beliefs, while the Astartes forever anticipate an illusory future amidst redemption and suffering."

"But fate did not give up on me. When I realized that those who saved me..."

"To be precise, it was your team. When I saw what that talented and brave team looked like, I realized that the so-called destiny is not groundless."

"Yes, the Mechanicus, the Imperial Ecclesiarchy, the Inquisition, and the Space Marine Chapters that were transformed after the Heresy, namely Magister Cawl, Saint Celestine, and the Champions of the Black Templars."

"And obviously, you, the Imperial Guard, are also representatives of the countless mortals throughout the world."

"The power of the entire empire lies before me, and so I have decided to transform you into my wisdom."

"I want a place for you to display your knowledge, a place for me and the empire to show themselves."

Taylor asked. "A staff?"

He used a term used by the Imperial Army, which is actually similar, think tank, staff or other names are all acceptable.

Because Guilliman actually knew very well that this was a rare opportunity. The elites from all major forces in the empire gathered together, allowing him to understand the situation of the entire world as quickly as possible.

Guilliman smiled. "Of course, an opportunity, a chance to make amends for our past mistakes, a chance for redemption."

Taylor immediately shook his head. "No, no, no, sir. I'm just a soldier. I can't handle this responsibility. I don't understand world affairs, and I don't necessarily have any wisdom to offer."

"Look, intelligence, what a funny word! I guess it doesn't suit me!"

Guilliman said flatly. "I know you will refuse, but I will ask you anyway."

"For example, what do you think of the state religion?"

Taylor immediately realized that this was a sharp and awkward question. He looked around and said, "Sir, you are not trying to trick me, are you?"

He seemed to be in a dilemma, worried that as soon as he complained, dozens of believers would come out and take him to the stake.

Guilliman laughed. "Ha, of course not. This is Macragge. No one can touch you."

When he said this, that is, no one can touch you, all the confusion and prayers that had just come out of the Primarch's mouth disappeared.

Taylor was so engrossed in his conversation with him that he had almost forgotten that he was one of the greatest leaders in human civilization.

He is the Lord of Ultramar, he is the Emperor's Child, he is the Primarch, Roboute Guilliman.

Taylor immediately muttered, "I think they're wrong, but they're not wrong either."

"Evil gods exist, and the Emperor has appeared many times in this era. I have been protected many times and I believe it firmly."

"Who knows, maybe those powers have an explanation. I don't think this can be explained by just witchcraft or magic."

"I believe the Warp itself possesses power, as great and commandeered as the heat of the stars, and thus the gods exist."

"They relied on the 'light and heat' of the Warp to exist, just as the Emperor does now, relying on the power called Psionics to guide the path of humanity."

Guilliman's expression didn't change, but he was actually thinking a lot.

"Yes, the state religion is not without merit, but I cannot accept the position of God, and neither can my father," he muttered.

Then he stood up. "Thank you for your words. If you consider joining my team, I will personally meet you."

Taylor said, "I'm just a regular guy, sir. I'm just a soldier, rolling in the dirt, sitting in the trenches, and every day is like my last."

"But I look forward to buying property, working, or living on the land of the empire you build. I look forward to the day when I won't have to worry about Chaos or aliens taking my life."

"I believe humans are more creative than that stuff, not just crazy wars."

Guilliman smiled now, truly and sincerely.

"Yes, creation, this is the greatness of human beings."

As an idealist, he seemed to have found a companion. Although Taylor was not the kind of guy who would put things into practice, this was enough to comfort Guilliman.

He said now, "I need salvation, a war to drive out all the Chaos forces in Ultramar. Although I hate to admit it, you will be drawn to this war."

"I can give you the responsibility of defending Macragge. It is absolutely safe here, and there are still a large number of troops. I hope you can rest well and work hard for the future of the Empire."

Taylor hesitated. "I should say something nice or something, but..."

"I do not like war, my lord."

Guilliman said, looking at the image of his father on the ceiling. "I don't like it either, but we must do it."

"Okay, I need to outline what's next." Obviously, he wanted to see the guest off.

But in the end, he said to Taylor, "Perhaps we can be friends. It has nothing to do with status or identity, but simply because we both hope for a beautiful empire."

Taylor said. "You don't understand, my lord primarch, we were friends when I drank your Amset."

"That's how it is in the military. Drinking from the same bottle of wine is considered a good relationship. You don't know how rare this is in the military."

Guilliman shook his head. "You have a good sense of humor. I wish Lion was half as funny as you." He said this, thinking back to the past.

Second Reich…

That was a rather ridiculous memory, but compared to now, Guilliman actually felt that the Second Empire was so...

wonderful?

At least if this system still existed, mankind would have a template today, a template full of hope and light, rather than such a tragic empire.

He watched Taylor leave the place, then picked up the brown paper and wrote a grand plan on the blank space.

Redemption Expedition.

(End of this chapter)