Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 299 The Collapse of the Materialistic Primarch

In a large room built for the Primarch, Guilliman looked wearily at the scattered documents in front of him.

Taylor stood beside him, trying to convince his old friend of one thing.

That is, there really is an idealistic force in this world, or...

metaphysics?

Now, inside the room, Guilliman flipped through the pages of tomes that told complex stories of psionics and ancient rituals, and wonders wrought by the Emperor.

From the legendary Joan of Arc to the various things happening in the empire today.

At this point, Guilliman put the book down in disgust and said, "I'm not in the mood for mythology right now."

"I've had enough of that, of having my history and stories of my brothers and me written down to the words on the brown paper in front of me..."

"The Great Crusade has been denied, and the people are like they've been brainwashed by Lorgar for ten thousand years. What could be worse than this?"

"That's probably why you're forcing me to read these inferior Words of the Emperor, whose words are far less deceptive than those of my brother."

Guilliman was almost chattering, quite dissatisfied with the current situation, because he saw a girl calling himself No. 13, which was enough to make him angry.

A vicious psychic wizard from Chaos who has now deceived his most trusted mortal officer and bewitched Mathieu as well?

Thinking of this, he sighed.

"Taylor, I'm calm enough."

"I will not do anything to the being you call the Saint, and I do realize that my recklessness is quite ridiculous."

Taylor took a sip of his sparkling water and said, "Guilliman, my friend, the Primarch."

"Don't fool yourself. Faith is a power that exists on its own..."

Guilliman asked. "How do you explain our inability to detect their presence? How can something that doesn't exist interfere with the material world?"

"That girl is just a psyker. I know this very well. She has psyker abilities, and they are very powerful. At the same time, she has been indoctrinated with knowledge related to the Emperor since she was a child, which makes her think that she is the Emperor's spokesperson!"

"She's a psyker, that's all."

Guilliman said this almost decisively, as if this was reality.

Because psychic power has long been no secret in the empire, people's fear of psychics has led many ignorant people to call them wizards, but to the top leaders of the empire, psychic power is more like nuclear energy.

It is a highly efficient and powerful force, but humans are currently unable to fully control it. However, most people believe that with the development of the empire, psychic energy will one day become a gentle pet like nuclear energy.

Rather than a beast that could destroy the world at any time.

However, the opposite happened. Although humans have discovered psychic powers for 20,000 years, wizards are still full of secrets.

This is also why Guilliman does not trust the girl. A powerful but poorly trained psyker is a bomb.

An explosion that could destroy everything at any time and anywhere!
But Taylor asked, "So how do you answer her calling you number 13?"

Guilliman replied coldly, even indifferently. "Few know of this, but my fallen brothers still hide in the Warp."

"Besides annoying me, her words also revealed something else."

"She sensed a fragment of the Warp, most likely something sent by my brother, a trap to confuse me."

"That's why I completely distrust her."

Taylor replied with a headache. "Is it possible that it really is the Emperor?"

Guilliman laughed. "Possibly, but I cannot risk my warriors on such matters."

"If her madness opens a rift in the Warp, bringing in horrors from other worlds, especially when I'm battling the Plague Fleet, the damage will be irreparable."

Taylor said. "Even with Mathieu and I's assurances, isn't it possible?" Guilliman hesitated. "Mathieu, I'm not sure. I initially thought he was a wise man, but reality tells me his beliefs are more exaggerated than the most stubborn old man."

"I don't believe a person who is lost in faith and worship can be trusted."

Taylor asked. "So my advice is useless?"

Guilliman looked at Taylor now and replied. "You have helped me a great deal. I am certainly not on guard against you. You told me the movements and details of the Plague Fleet, thus buying time for Macragge."

"Or this time, let my troops enter Parmenio quickly."

"Your contributions, loyalty, and reliability are all of great importance..."

"But that doesn't mean you won't make mistakes. The same goes for me."

"So I can't believe it, and I dare not believe it. And now I haven't asked Sicarius to take action against her, which is my last trust in you."

"That's enough. You can't convince me. I think the power she displayed is nothing more than a corrupted form of psionic energy, or a power we haven't yet understood."

Taylor took out his tablet and pointed at the heat and energy that appeared out of thin air.

Guilliman looked at the strange reading in pain, and emphasized again, "This is just some energy source we haven't explored yet..."

"Just like we can't clearly understand the Necrons' technology, some things that seem like magic or miracles simply exist beyond the reach of technology."

Taylor said. "You're changing the subject, Guilliman."

"This is not psionics, nor did she receive anything from the Warp. You must acknowledge that the Emperor resides within that girl, and she is destined to help you change your desperate situation."

"Admit it, Roboute Guilliman, she is your father's choice!"

Guilliman couldn't help but hold his abdomen at this moment. He felt his stomach churning.

Not only because his father turned into a girl, but also because he had to rely on uncertain things like faith and miracles to fight the war!

This reminded him of the time when he had supported Terra ten thousand years ago, when Horus attacked the human homeworld and he rushed to rescue.

Even though the Glory of Macragge got closer and closer, he still couldn't see his home planet.

At that time, he frantically asked his soldiers and descendants to send signals at a fixed frequency, expecting a so-called miracle like a madman.

But that never happened.

Now, he no longer believes in so-called miracles, psychic power, and chaos, because the warp is the origin and end of all magic!
Guilliman did not trust the Warp, just as a betrayed man would not trust a traitor.

Guilliman refused without hesitation, but Taylor spoke next.

"What makes you think I don't know Necrons?"

"I have a very good personal relationship with a dynasty leader."

"And they are willing to believe that divine power and faith really exist because they have faced real gods."

"And you're running away from it, even though people are trying to convince you to believe it."

Guilliman smiled wryly. "Because I have seen madness."

Taylor replied. "In other words, if I take control of this girl, will our lovely and fearful Regent tolerate her existence?"

Guilliman sensed Taylor's insistence and sighed.

"Then I'll give her to you. She's better than Mathieu."

"But don't let her get near my army, and don't let her call me number 13 or kid again!"

(End of this chapter)