Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 316: Tzeentch’s Unspeakable Loyalty
The Eldar's voice now interrupted Guilliman's thoughts, but the Regent Lord did not get angry; instead, he asked.

"So what does our guest have to say?"

Guilliman said gently, which reminded Taylor of the rumors about the Regent's private life, such as that he had had many "in-depth exchanges" with the chosen ones of the Ark Eldar.

However, Taylor didn't dare to determine how deep it was, after all, the size of the original body was not small.

Eldar...hmm...

Smart choice.

Taylor's gaze at this moment made the Regent feel uncomfortable all over. Guilliman hesitated slightly, then said.

"What's the matter, my chief think tank, what are your insights?"

Taylor straightened up abruptly, like a child being called out by the teacher.

"Oh, me?"

He said it uncertainly, while the Eldar prophet just wanted to watch the fun and said something.

"Yes, you. Let me think about it. A warrior with many friends in the universe must know a lot of things, many things engraved in ancient stone and complex documents."

"I think that even the ten thousand years of history recorded in the great library on the Eldar Ark cannot compare to what you have seen and heard, Taylor..."

Her words were half teasing, half mocking, hoping that Taylor would give up. After all, everyone here was knowledgeable, but Taylor hadn't even completed his basic education in the national religion because he needed to supplement his family income and work in the factory.
Of course, basic education exists to allow some children to attend better assembly lines.

After all, an uneducated person cannot assemble a laser gun, but that's all. If Taylor hadn't had the experience of attending military school later, he probably wouldn't even be able to recognize a few bytes of Gothic.

Having said that, the elf was ready to give his old friend a way out, but Taylor said without hesitation.

"I believe that the gods of this world are divided into three categories: conscious incarnations, physical gods, and the embodiment of faith."

Guilliman became interested, or to be more precise, all three of them became interested.

Taylor said at this moment. "I once heard my friend, a Necromancer, tell me about the story of the physical god."

"They are called Star Gods. They are powerful individuals in their own right, and the power of each one cannot be underestimated..."

"However, most of the Star Gods are now sealed in ancient tombs. Although my friend rarely tells me what happened, he is always filled with resentment when he mentions those guys."

"I think those guys might have some grudge against each other."

Taylor continued, "And the Four Gods of the Warp are typically formed by the willpower of living things. Just as the Librarian said, they were born from emotions."

"Now the Four Gods rule the Warp... and have made those places their paradise. Unfortunately, I have witnessed it myself."

The Space Marine Librarian said quickly. "Sighting a divine domain?"

The Eldar girl also said, "That's impossible. You are a mortal."

Taylor replied. "I had the help of the Grey Knights' Grand Master, and escaped through the ancient Webway. It nearly killed me!"

Guilliman said. "I must testify for my friend. I have investigated many times, and the evidence I have found reveals the whole story."

At this point, Guilliman asked, "I know the first two, but can I believe them?"

He looked at the Word of the Emperor at hand.

"That's what confuses me."

Taylor replied, "Faith can make a person a god."

"This is not groundless. The Eldar once had many such gods."

At this moment, the Eldar girl replied. "He's right. The Emperor is probably in the same situation. In other words."

"Guilliman, Regent of the Imperium, you are now considered an angel of the Emperor, and a god."

"If this kind of worship continues for a thousand years, can you remain as you are now, instead of being transformed by the overwhelming faith into a statue, a statue filled with people's prayers?"

Guilliman thought of his father's current state and said with a distressed look, "I don't know. I only know that the Empire is in imminent danger."

"If I can become that so-called God and change the fate of mankind, then I can become it too."

The Regent put down the so-called Words of the Emperor, and he received his answer. He was Roboute Guilliman, Lord of Five Hundred Worlds, nothing more.

At this point the Regent said, "Thank you for your answers, my friend Taylor, Eldar Prophet and Librarian."

"Now I'm ready..."

"However, the Five Hundred Worlds are still being invaded by chaotic forces from various places. I am looking for things related to faith in order to find a way out."

Guilliman summoned the star map from the metal round table in the conference room, and the holographic image showed that the Four Chaos Gods had now arrived within the range of the Five Hundred Worlds.

Blue represents the Lord of Change, green is the Plague Father, red is the Lord Khorne, and purple is the Lady of Lust.

The funny thing is, green is now the biggest, blue is second, and the least promising is still purple...

Tyler couldn't help but laugh, even though he was only making up the story of Slaanesh in his mind.

His low, mocking sneer piqued Guilliman's interest slightly.

"My old friend, what do you think?"

Taylor said, "The Chaos Gods have their own agenda. Look at the current situation. The other gods are encroaching on Nurgle's territory."

"The one who came most enthusiastically was Tzeentch. He represents ever-changing things, while the filthy Lord of Plagues represents reincarnation and eternity."

"They are extremely at odds, Master Guilliman. Do you think Tzeentch has occupied more territory than the other gods because he is a better fighter?"

Guilliman smiled now. "I hadn't considered that aspect of the situation, but it does make sense. Statistics don't lie."

"Those blue demons hate filth with a passion... even as much as the Empire hates filth."

"It's an opportunity, but I'm not sure it's the right one."

At this moment the Eldar Prophet said, "What do you mean?"

Guilliman replied. "I wish to establish contact with the forces of Tzeentch..."

The Space Marine Librarian shook his head. "Father, this is not a wise choice!"

Guilliman said, "We cannot fight such a large enemy!"

"There's no doubt that if we let the chaos fight amongst itself, we can recover."

At this moment the Primarch looked at Taylor.

"Can you go?"

"I need to fight Mortarion to the death, so I need more intelligence, such as what kind of plague they are brewing and what conspiracy they are preparing..."

"Tyler! My friend, a good warrior I can trust!"

"You have friends all over the world, so I want you to meet the Fang of the Lord of Change..."

"To be honest, this isn't much of a diplomatic mission, and it's quite risky."

"But as Lord of Macragge, I ask you to help me one more time! Will you, my old friend?"

Taylor thought about it and realized that he and Chaos were already unclear...

He just smiled wryly and asked, "Will you cover the travel expenses? Can I eat and drink on the company's expense?"

Guilliman said seriously. "No, but I doubt anyone will count the losses."

"At least, I have to say no openly."

Taylor said with a smile. "That's a good job, just to get me out of the battlefield..."

"Alright, I'll eat you out of money, my primarch!"

Guilliman smiled. "I hope so. I hope you are such a big eater."

"That way, I can watch you swallow Chaos!"

(End of this chapter)