Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 136: Audience with the Primarch
"The audience chamber is ready, my lord," Lady Euden said softly as she entered the Primarch's office.

Due to the success of the operation on Sotha, Guilliman lit a shining beacon in the eastern part of the galaxy, and all surviving loyalists were able to escape the Warp and eventually converge on the capital planet of the Five Hundred Worlds.

As the only known remaining loyal Primarch in the Eastern Galaxy and Master of Ultramar, Guilliman must personally receive those representatives who have overcome the turmoil of the Warp and followed the light of the Beacon to Macragge.

Guilliman stood up from his desk, and a badly worn quill was quickly replaced by a servitor beside him. The Primarch smiled and took a fresh laurel wreath from Lady Euton.

He bent down and let Lady Euton help him place the laurel wreath between his golden hair.

"Go, go and comfort those frightened people. Now you are the backbone of everyone, Luo Bao." Ms. Yuton, wearing a light blue shawl and a beige dress, stroked her son's haggard face.

The king of Ultramar bears the expectations of the people of the entire Far East star region, and the responsibility on his shoulders is extremely heavy.

"I see."

Roboute Guilliman stood straight, like a sharp blade. His armor was also embellished with many gorgeous decorations. The gold-plated marks made it look more gorgeous than practical.

His tenderness was revealed only for a moment when Lady Euden stroked his face. Now he is the lord of Macragge, and he is about to meet and comfort the heroes who have come here after going through hardships.

Guilliman took a neat cloak from a hanger nearby and casually wrapped it around his broad armored shoulders.

Guilliman, wearing a cloak, exudes a strong kingly aura, noble, majestic, and impossible to look directly at.

He carried no weapons, in his own court, surrounded by victorious troops, and it would have been a sign of distrust to meet the lost who had escaped the warp storms with weapons.

Lady Euden looked at her lord, her son, Guilliman, who was more kingly than Connor. Being unarmed made him seem even more powerful, because his country and his people were his weapons.

Guilliman walked towards the audience hall under the escort of the Ever-Victorious Guard, while Lady Euton followed behind him from a distance, staring at his back.

She knew that, whether he was willing or not, Guilliman had to assume the responsibility of being the Emperor of Mankind at this moment.

The mother saw the hesitation and anxiety in Guilliman's heart, but she had no other choice.

For the sake of the human race and the safety of the Five Hundred Worlds, no one can wait any longer. Roboute Guilliman will restart the empire on the Far Eastern frontier and unite all loyal forces around him.

Guilliman's office was ten minutes away from the audience hall. When he walked into this magnificent and gorgeous reception hall, which was decorated with many historical and cultural carvings, the Space Marine representatives and Rogue Trader leaders were already waiting there.

“No one needs to kneel.”

The primarch's resonant voice seemed even more sacred because of the structure of the hall and corridors.

But before that, everyone had already bowed and saluted.

This reception hall was built during the reign of King Connor. A large number of gorgeous gold and silver reliefs are engraved on a thousand columns. The soaring roof can perfectly project the sunlight, making the room as bright as outside.

Hundreds of audience members bowed down and knelt on one knee. Although Guilliman said that there was no need to kneel, for these visitors who had gone through life and death to come to Macragge, only such etiquette could express their inner respect and gratitude.

There is no doubt that the flashing beacon that suddenly appeared in the warp was the work of Lord Guilliman. Only he has the ability to use this method comparable to the Astronomican to guide those who have lost their way back to the real universe.

The victorious soldiers wearing Sta-type Terminator armor gathered behind Guilliman and moved slowly with their monarch.

The first person Guilliman met was the Imperial Fists Astartes, led by a tall giant. He was only wearing the common mark 3 power armor, but his height was over three meters.

The Imperial Fist's body was covered in wounds, and although he had received emergency treatment from the Ultramarines pharmacists, his arm was still mutilated and looked as if it had been bitten off by something.

"I know you, Captain Polux of the Imperial Fists," said Guilliman.

Plax, who was about to introduce himself, was stunned and swallowed the words he had prepared.

"My strongest brother, son of Rogal Dorn, I have heard of your reputation and read your report on the naval battle that broke out in the Farr system." When Terra learned of the massacre at the landing site on Isstvan V, Rogal Dorn, as the Grand Steward of Terra, sent a Retribution Fleet to quell the rebellion.

This Revenge Fleet of more than 500 warships and 30,000 Imperial Fists Space Marines was besieged by a sudden Warp storm at the very beginning.

One third of the fleet was directly destroyed by the warp storm, and after a complicated battle, the fleet commander Jonad was unfortunately killed in battle, and the command was transferred to Polux.

Polux proved himself capable, and his meticulous and detailed fighting style dealt a heavy blow to the Iron Warriors Legion, which used incorrect tactics. Polux also ordered the Imperial Fists' boarding force to assault the Iron Warriors' flagship, the Iron Blood.

"I will never forget the outstanding command you demonstrated during the war. You must know that the Iron Warriors' fleet has an absolute advantage in both numbers and firepower."

Pollax showed no trace of pride. He simply replied calmly, "You are too kind, sir. It is my duty."

Guilliman continued, "You ultimately captured the enemy ship Contrado and escaped? Is that correct?"

But Pollax shook his head in denial.

"My lord, that was not an escape. We received an order from the Primarch during the war that we must return to Terra immediately, so we chose to withdraw from the battlefield."

"We will never disobey the orders of the enemy, even if we suffer heavy losses in the war."

There was a hint of sincere admiration in Guilliman's eyes. He was indeed the son of Dorne.

"I deeply regret the outcome of the Battle of Farr. Our revenge fleet has surrounded the treacherous Iron Lord, and we were almost able to kill that bastard!" said Pollax.

The Space Marines who came from afar were silent. Although they had learned that many primarchs of the legions had chosen to betray, in such a sacred and solemn meeting, everyone still felt a little uneasy when they heard the Emperor's son being addressed in such a contemptuous manner.

Especially one of the Emperor's own children, the loyal Lord of the Ultramarines stood in front of everyone.

Although Perturabo betrayed, he was still a Primarch and Guilliman's brother.

Some of the more sensitive Space Marines even worried that this would anger the Lord of the Ultramarines. The only one who had the right to insult a traitor Primarch was another Primarch.

"Perturabo is my brother." Guilliman's voice was emotionless.

Even Pollax realized that his words were a bit too extreme. The straightforward character inherited from Dorne made it difficult for him to suppress his true thoughts.

Guilliman waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to apologize.

"He is my brother, but he is also a bastard. He is no longer my brother the moment he betrayed the Emperor. If I meet him, I will definitely try to kill him."

"Before I kill him, I will ask him why he betrayed the Emperor, why he betrayed Mankind, and why he betrayed the Great Crusade for which we have fought our entire lives."

Guilliman's loud voice echoed in everyone's ears, like a huge hammer hitting their chest. Representatives of the Space Marines stood up excitedly and responded to the declaration of the Lord of the Limits.

"Welcome to Macragge. I implore you to fight alongside me. Your loyalty needs no test. It is I who should salute you."

Everyone saw Guilliman's attitude. The Thirteenth Son of the Emperor had an indestructible faith. He was completely different from those damned Primarchs who chose to betray.

He was worthy of their trust, worthy of their loyalty and their lives.

Guilliman's speech perfectly demonstrated his personal charm. No matter if it was the Imperial Fists, Iron Hands, Raven Guard, Salamanders or White Scars in the audience, or the Space Wolves with a completely different mission from everyone else, they all truly recognized Guilliman at this moment.

He will take charge of these scattered loyalists and bind them together in a tight knot on behalf of his brothers who are not here.

(End of this chapter)