Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 402 Guilliman's Confusion
Aboard Macragge's Glory, Primarch Guilliman toiled away.

But this time he was not doing it for the countless people in the galaxy, but for his friends.

He approved a considerable amount of resources to enter the Vigil Star. Of course, as the Primarch he should not have any selfish motives, but Calgar and Taylor.

For both public and private reasons, Guilliman didn't want anything to happen to them.

However, Guilliman was quickly rejected by the Munitions Department.

Because the Military Affairs Department no longer dared to send any more people there, the place was now surrounded by a swarm of insects and was in complete despair.

With supplies cut off and enemies surrounding him, Guilliman's heart was in his throat, but there were still many things that confused him.

For example, the Military Affairs Department and the Logistics Department reported that there were a lot of inexplicable items in the inventory.

What are mushroom wine and battlefield crafts?
And according to records from the front line, even when the empire was unable to provide support, the imperial army still received support.

Obviously those troops were not soldiers from the Empire. This situation was not uncommon, as Guilliman had seen it many times.

For example, the legendary Legion of the Damned, or the miracles caused by various emperors.

Guilliman no longer believed in so-called science, at least this still could not explain why his brothers turned to Chaos one after another and refused to believe in the truth of the Empire.

Now he had to consider the words of Leman Russ, the brother he despised the most.

According to the fragments of history he had collected, the Wolf King had made this comment on the day Horus and Leman Russ met.

"From what I've heard, even the gods can get mad from drinking."

"Brother, if one day you meet someone who is almost omniscient and omnipotent and tells you, 'I am not God,' how will you respond?"

"Of course, let him do it, because even God gets drunk..."

Now it seems that Rus's idea was full of foresight. Even though it was regarded as another meaningless and crazy talk of the Wolf King at that time, time has successfully proved it.

The Emperor is God.

But now Guilliman can still recall when the Emperor told him the Imperial Truth, and Guilliman really felt that he had found his home.

Aboard the Emperor's warships, Guilliman vowed to bring sanity to the benighted peoples of this age.

But he was wrong.

This era is as crazy as Russ said, and people's ignorance has not been improved by the Emperor's prayers.

This world is like Fenris: crazy, ignorant, and barbaric.

What they are looking forward to is nothing more than the Hall of Valor called the Emperor.

Guilliman suddenly remembered the words of mockery he had once heard from Russ.

The savage, ridiculous space barbarian wiped his cloak with his dirty armor and the green blood.

Back then, Ruth called him a little princess and mocked him as a guy born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

And now Guilliman is almost a beacon to those who are confused, but most of the Imperial citizens believe that he is the Son of God, the child of the Emperor.

Guilliman put down his pen in anger and cursed fiercely. "Russ, Russ..."

"Is this what you call a mockery of my foolish ideas?"

"Alright! You are the wise man from Fenris, and I am the young master living in Macragge!"

"But you were there? Where was your pack? What did you do in these ten thousand years?"

"Ah... my brother..."

"Where are you?" When he said this, tears began to fall from Guilliman's eyes. Although there were not many and they were so sparse that it was hard to tell whether they were sweat or tears.

But the Primarch had indeed reached his limit.

The defeat at Vigilus marked the end of the Indomitus Crusade, and meant he could no longer quickly win over the Blood Angels and his brother, the Lion. Guilliman was under immense pressure, now tasked with overseeing all the crucial matters of the vast and complex Empire on behalf of the High Lords Council.

Do we also want to exploit the nobles who do not obey the imperial theory and make them obey in public but disobey in private?
Being a monarch is the hardest thing. Guilliman only wants his Five Hundred Worlds, only likes his Macragge, and only wants his Ultramar.

But now he is doing something so important that it takes his breath away: maintaining the huge legacy left by him, his father, and his brothers.

A galaxy-spanning empire.

Guilliman was by no means a coward, and he single-handedly defeated the most vicious and ugliest invaders time and time again, even his former blood brothers.

But as the news came that the Vigilant Planet was surrounded by the Zerg, Guilliman was at his limit.

He did not understand the complex psychic powers and even more mysterious beliefs. He did not know why his father became like that, nor did he understand why his brothers turned to Chaos and were willing to become the fangs of the evil god.

He did not understand why the Imperium was in such trouble now, with corruption, war, death and Chaos corruption everywhere.

Guilliman understood human nature deeply, but he didn't understand why he couldn't see the good side of people now...

He was deeply aware of the current difficulties and had no way to deal with them. Looking at the increasingly worse situation, Guilliman's heart wavered for the first time.

Maybe, he is really just a young master...

Compared with other brothers, his advantages are not so superior, but his disadvantages are so fatal.

He is not as steady as Dorne and can defend Terra alone.

He did not have the wisdom of Khan, who could see through the essence of things at a glance.

He is not as perfect as an angel, as if he was born to rule.

He is not as powerful as Ryan, who can use his blade to wipe out evil.

He was not as barbaric as Ruth, and could not yield to trivial matters and could use both kindness and severity.

He lacked the virtues of his brothers, so much so that Guilliman himself was unsure why he was the first to wake up in this cruel time.

He wanted to ask his father, can he do it?

But the emperor now could no longer answer.

He is a towering statue, not the monarch who once walked on the mortal world. He is the god of trillions of lives, but he is no longer his father Guilliman!

He was discouraged, but still judged that Vigilance Star would deploy more troops.

Even if only ruins and devastation remain, this world must not fall into the hands of Chaos or aliens.

The irony is how similar Guilliman's judgement is now to that of the Chaos Gods: if he can't get it, he will destroy it.

Fortunately, the order lingered in his heart, and the delayed warp dispatch was told to Guilliman.

Vigilance Star won a great victory.

At this moment, Guilliman was making faces at the memory of Russ, and was angry like a little child.

As if to say, look there... my brother.

I am right, reason and war experience will decide everything, and you will always be just a savage!
This world is not so unreasonable!

But soon, reading the report, Guilliman saw strange and somewhat disloyal words such as Ork Infantry Regiment and Eldar Mercenaries.

Guilliman was confused at this moment.

In his mind, Ruth's strange face appeared again, loudly mocking his brother.

As if to say.

"Little brother, you are still too young!"

(End of this chapter)