Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 315 Is the Emperor a God?

Taylor walked bored inside Macragge's Glory.

He is now so renowned that Space Marines greet him with a friendly salute, while mortals return the salute with a military salute.

This was something he earned through real effort, and even Tzeentch couldn't steal it away.

Now he wandered the interior of the Regent's ship, passing through places made of gold and steel.

Upon seeing the guard regiment composed of Macragge Guards and Ultramar Champions, Taylor knew he had come to the right place.

Sicarius greeted him proudly, as if facing a true warrior, sword to sword, blade to blade, sharp and kind, direct and refreshing.

He clanged his sword softly and bowed slightly to Taylor.

"It's been a while. It seems you haven't had a hard time since the Battle of Parmenio."

Taylor laughed. "Huh..."

"Not sad?"

"That's because you didn't taste the damn stuff. It's bland and tasteless, made with vitamins and protein and sugar and that damn thing..."

"Carbohydrate composition!"

"My old friend, you should try eating that stuff. It's not human food, it's fuel for the oil man!"

Sicarius nodded slightly. "You seem to have many complaints about Macragge's sick meals?"

Taylor shook his head. "No, honestly, it's good to give this stuff to patients, but you can't treat it as a meal. It's at most a form of medicine."

Sicarius answered calmly. "Good food is good, but efficiency is also important."

Taylor said. "Without food, ordinary people can't maintain morale. Don't compare my soldiers with those monsters of yours."

Sicarius laughed. "Monster... How dare you speak of Space Marines in that way, Sons of Macragge."

Taylor replied. "Yeah, your biceps are bigger than my head... not a monster or something?"

The two of them chatted and laughed for a while, and Sicarius didn't mind Taylor's many jokes that were a bit too much.

After a while, when it was confirmed that the Primarch could meet, Taylor walked into the door.

He waved to his old friend and walked into the room where the Primarch was.

This place looks like a conference hall, but it is deserted. The Primarch sits alone in the middle of the conference hall, while the others have no seats and can only stand by the round table, waiting for the Primarch's judgment.

Guilliman was now wearing the blue Armor of Fate, flipping through an ancient book with exquisite and gorgeous words, like something written by the best calligrapher.

The content is profound and interesting, which can immerse people who have just learned to read and make the most experienced scholars realize the truth.

Guilliman was now looking down at the book, and only when Taylor came over did he close the thing and put it beside him.

Taylor took a quick look and exclaimed in amazement. "The Word of the Emperor?!"

This is even weirder than when Ryan read the Codex Astartes, he said in disbelief.

"Boss, why are you looking at this?"

Guilliman smiled. "Don't act like that. There are probably fewer than ten people in the Empire who know the author of this book."

"If those sworn believers knew that the religious texts they were reading came from my brother, my traitorous brother, they would probably go crazy."

Taylor replied. "That's just the way it is."

"It's so ironic. This book was created by the traitor Lorgar, yet now you are reading it, and the entire Empire is reading it."

Guilliman replied. "I want to know what faith is."

"Where do those powers come from..." "What has my father become now?"

“There are so many things that need to be addressed and need answers.”

"I've called in some experts in this area, and they're almost here now."

At this point, two special guests walked into the hall.

One of them was a Space Marine wearing dark green armor, holding a scepter and had a blade on his waist, which looked like an energy sword.

A think tank, Taylor locked onto his identity almost instantly, and the giant also walked up to Guilliman and bowed to his father.

The other visitor was even more special. She was slender and tall, with a graceful figure. She wore a blue and white long dress, and her pointed ears were very memorable.

She is an Eldar prophet, to be more precise, an Eldar prophet that Taylor knows. She first looked at Taylor arrogantly, and then said.

"A divine messenger, I never thought that the Emperor would go blind one day."

Taylor retorted nonchalantly, "You're not the first person to say this to me. Just a few hours ago, someone suggested that there might be something wrong with the Emperor."

Guilliman said seriously. "The meeting hasn't started yet. You'll have plenty of time to make things up about my father later. Can you please not be so anxious now?"

Taylor smiled. "That's what the Eldar are like, after all."

The Space Marine Librarian said. "It's hard to deny."

The Eldar sage spoke. "If you continue to plot against the Sons of Asuryan, I can walk out of here now."

Guilliman coughed. "Everyone, please understand that we need the ancient wisdom of the Eldar now."

This statement gave the Eldar girl a lot of arrogance. "Your Primarch is quite reasonable."

Taylor said calmly, "Even Guilliman is the boss and doesn't know your true nature."

The Eldar said with a smile.

"Well, we are here to discuss one thing anyway, which is the concept of faith and God. We want the Regent to realize what we are dealing with."

"I think my knowledge is too difficult for you to understand. Why not let me hear your opinions on how to describe those things?"

The Space Marine Librarian spoke.

"Let me explain my understanding. I've pondered some of the realities of the gods in meditation. I don't think they are gods in our objective sense."

"They are forged by emotions and exist through the resonance of living souls, which is what we call psychic energy..."

"And the Emperor, our great leader, is not a god."

"He is as great as the Astronomican, swift among the stars, but he is not a true creature of the Warp."

"But to mortals, the Emperor is a god. To the Space Marines, the Emperor is the true leader. And my father, my lord."

"Does it really matter to you, a Primarch, what your father is?"

At this moment, Taylor had to look up to this Space Marine think tank. After all, although what he said was rough, the logic was accurate.

In a place like the Empire, it is extremely difficult to understand the nature of the Warp by relying solely on intuition without any knowledge or records.

And he did it.

But at this moment, the elf girl laughed.

"Not a god? Of course your Emperor is a god!"

"It seems that I have to reveal this matter and tell you the truth!"

(End of this chapter)