Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 288 Worried Old 13
Guilliman took care of his appearance, though it was only by washing his face with water, eating some normal food, and slightly adjusting his clothes.

The golden hair was not carefully styled and tied up on the head as usual, but was scattered, matched with the Roman-style robe that covered the exaggerated muscles of the Primarch, making him look like a beautiful boy.

But a few minutes ago, he looked pale and hunched over, and one might have thought that Mortarion's spirit had taken over his brother.

Taylor said helplessly as he sat on the sofa that Guilliman had built for mortals.

"You can't even take care of yourself, and you expect to take care of the empire?"

Guilliman replied hoarsely. "There are so many things going on among the stars. I miss the days when my brothers were still here."

The two of them talked like old friends. To the Primarch, the more than a year that Taylor had been gone was just a blink of an eye, far too short compared to the ten thousand years.

For Taylor, the Primarch is the Primarch. Even if he dies and disappears, this giant will still be here.

Taylor asked. "Is it okay to talk to me like this? I know you can talk while you're grading documents, and I don't mind your impoliteness."

Guilliman replied. "No, this will do."

"Even gods need rest, just like you said. Besides, I'm not a god."

"Yes, I am not God." He emphasized it twice and then said.

"I saw the report you were about to submit, but you obviously concealed a lot. For example, you only disclosed the intelligence about the Plague War."

"That's strange, because you're from the Dark Side of the Empire, and the situation on the Dark Side is based on what I've deduced."

"Chaos should have taken over the entire area, and you shouldn't have been able to return."

Taylor told the truth. "I'm on Fabius's ship."

Keeping information from the Primarch is the stupidest thing in this world, because they can always guess the ins and outs of the situation. Instead of letting them doubt, it is better to explain the cause and effect clearly.

Guilliman smiled now. "That's right, you have a complicated relationship with those guys."

Then he changed the subject. "But you must not get too close to those corrupted descendants, and I cannot allow anyone to help them expand their power again."

"My gene for betraying my brothers should be broken here. They have committed heinous crimes, yet they are still at large..."

He seemed to be eager to hunt down those traitors and skin them alive right now.

But at the moment, although Magnus is sealed, that is only a part of him.

Meanwhile, although the Thousand Sons Legion is no longer active, it is still recuperating.

If the situation in the Empire was any better, Guilliman would have no hesitation in wiping it out completely...

Thinking of this, Guilliman suddenly sighed.

"Tell me all about you."

Taylor nodded, and then began to introduce all the details in an orderly manner, from his entry into the warp to the interception of the Daemon Primarch Angron.

Of course, everything about his encounter with Ryan was also revealed, as well as the fact that Ryan obtained the two weapons, the Loyal Power Sword and the Light Bolter.

When Guilliman asked Taylor in confusion how many secrets he knew, Taylor told him his own secrets.

He is an ancient man.

This news silenced Guilliman, and then he laughed. "No wonder."

"Olpersong..." He pronounced an unfamiliar name, but Taylor knew that it was the name of a legendary mortal warmaster and immortal during the Great Crusade.

And Guilliman seemed to have determined that Taylor was that person.

Because immortals cannot die, they just keep reappearing.

But the reality is, it is not.

Taylor is just an unlucky guy, and has nothing to do with legend, hero, or destiny.

If the Primarchs were heroes in Greek mythology, then Taylor would probably be the supporting character who delivered letters to the heroes in the epic story.

It's just that he is unlucky and often encounters monsters like the Cyclops when delivering letters, but he survives again and again.

Guilliman looked at Taylor seriously now, then said, "Is there anything my brother wishes to tell me?"

Taylor replied. "Oh, sure, I remember that well."

Guilliman asked expectantly. "What is it!?" He recalled his past with Lion.

Back then, it was still the Second Empire, the Order he, Sanguinius, and Lion had formed...

Until the Emperor found them and scolded them for what they were doing.

To this day, Guilliman still wonders if history would have been different if they had not established the Second Empire and instead went directly to Terra...

Well, that one wasn't pretty.

But Guilliman still looked forward to his brother's advice.

But what he heard was.

"Guilliman, I must settle the matter of the Codex Astartes with you."

Guilliman's expression froze slightly, and he scratched his head.

"I kind of don't want to meet Ryan anymore."

Taylor gloated. "I think the Holy Codex alone is enough for most of the returning brothers to beat you up."

"Not to mention Russ, his children have never paid any attention to me." Guilliman waved his hand, as if lamenting his own luck.

After all, the Wolf King's fist may be the hardest among the brothers, and Vulkan will not beat him, but will understand him.

Sanguinius... he wouldn't come anymore, or Guilliman would really want him to beat him up.

If he could get the angel back, Guilliman would rather be beaten to death!
Khan? Guilliman couldn't catch Khan either, so the chances of beating him up or letting him go were 50-50.

Thinking of this, Guilliman suddenly remembered that he still had a lot of work to do.

He coughed. "I still have to think about the Indomitable Crusade. Tell me what information you have, and don't let me dwell on the past."

Taylor said. "First, the Plague Fleet intelligence I got from Chaos."

"The attacks of Typhons, Kugath, and Mortarion, as well as their weaknesses."

"Weakness?" Guilliman grasped the point.

Taylor began to analyze them one by one.

First, Ku'Gath was obsessed with brewing a toxin to repay his father.

Therefore, he will not take the initiative to attack, but will passively defend. Coming to the real universe is more like an experiment and material collection.

Typhons is a loyal dog of Nurgle, so he should be dealt with quickly.

Mortarion came to fight his brothers, and if Guilliman was willing, he could easily be restrained.

Speaking of Mortarion, Taylor emphasized again.

"Don't get carried away. It was just like the last time we fought Magnus. Couldn't you have just led a few guards and attacked him?"

Guilliman's old face flushed, it seemed that he really had this problem.

Taylor simply couldn't understand such a weak fighting style, otherwise Guilliman wouldn't have lay on the ground for ten thousand years before getting up.

Having said that, Guilliman roughly determined the next tactics and said at the same time.

"By the way, the matter of Skadi's First Redemption Legion has not been resolved yet. During this time, I have been trying to separate them from the Inquisition and have incorporated them into the Macragge Guard."

"Now they are part of the Primarch's Guard, working under Sicarius."

"Now that you have returned to the Empire, you should become the leader again."

Taylor said now. "Oh? But my schedule?"

Guilliman said generously. "Master of the Primarch's Guard, of course."

"You are no longer a member of the Inquisition or the Munitions!"

"You and your brothers now serve under the command of Roboute Guilliman, the Lord of Macragge!"

(End of this chapter)