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

Chapter 175 Guilliman: I Really Don't Want to Be the Emperor

In the renovated room, Guilliman and Roche chatted and decided on the training charter for the Ultramarines think tank.

The XIII Legion will learn from the experiences of the Space Wolves and the White Scars and take a safer psychic path.

The explosive growth of the Think Tank in just a few years will certainly improve the Ultramarines' ability to cope with the Warp, but on the other hand, it will also increase the frequency of Warp disasters caused by the Think Tank's loss of control.

In this room where the stabbing and bloodshed took place, not everything is exactly the same as before.

Guilliman stood up from his chair and took two steps to the corner where a flawlessly restored storage table stood.

The original body's fingertips stroked the surface of the storage table, and his sensitive skin could detect the extremely fine, almost invisible cracks.

"My father's Thinker was originally placed on top of it, but unfortunately it was completely damaged in the assassination."

There was a faint sadness lingering around the Lord of Five Hundred Worlds. If Luo Xi had not spent quite some time with him, he might not have been able to read anything from his statement-like words.

Even when he saw the bust of Connor on the wall, which was torn into pieces by a bomb, he did not feel such emotional fluctuations.

"I'll give you a new Thinker computer with more powerful performance and the appearance looks the same as the original one," said Luo Xi.

"So that when you miss your father, you have a carrier."

Guilliman looked seriously in the direction of Roche, his brows relaxed, without the standard smile he gave when meeting the legion representatives.

His lips moved and he said, "Thank you, it means a lot to me."

Many people tend to only see Lady Euden's education and upbringing of Guilliman, but King Konor, who was assassinated before Guilliman returned to the Empire, was the person who had the greatest influence on Roboute.

Guilliman's current governing style and leadership attitude are largely an imitation and improvement of King Konor.

The door was pushed open, and the visitor walked in directly without knocking.

Roxi saw that a few strands of silver hair had quietly appeared around the ears of this distinguished Lord of the Palace. Before Guilliman was assassinated, Lady Euden's hair was shiny black.

Guilliman turned around, hiding the empty shelf behind him.

"Are you here to report today's itinerary, ma'am?"

Lady Euton could tell at a glance that Guilliman was in a bad mood, and when she saw her son blocking the old thinker's position, she immediately saw through his thoughts.

Guilliman's subconscious innocence often makes him look more like a teenager who has not yet fully matured, rather than a great monarch who has ruled over five hundred worlds for many years.

She is just a mortal, how many years can she accompany him?

Only Euden knew deep down in her heart that her special attitude towards Roche, in addition to the fact that the lost technology he possessed could help Guilliman, was also for one reason: Roche was an immortal.

As a friend, Roche can accompany Roboute for a long, long time.

Although she thought so in her heart, Ms. Yuton did not tell her son her true thoughts.

She saluted the Primarch in a businesslike manner and said, "My Lord, there is no time to delay any longer. We must act."

Luo Xi's spirits perked up, and he subconsciously held his breath, waiting for the next scene to happen.

Lady Euton had discussed this topic with Guilliman two years ago, but the Primarch was extremely resistant to it at that time.

About the Second Empire, about the Second Emperor.

"Madam, I don't want to discuss this issue that has already been discussed countless times. I will not establish a second empire, nor will I sit on the throne and become my father's successor."

"No matter what the starting point is, this is a betrayal. The wolves are right. No betrayal is too small to be ignored. I just pledged my loyalty to Faffnir. Do I have to swear my independence in the blink of an eye?"

Guilliman waved his fists, his facial muscles and wrinkles were tense, and even his short golden hair, which had not yet fully grown back, was shaking.

Lady Euton showed a hint of helplessness and sighed. She understood Guilliman's insistence, but people had to face reality.

"My Lord, you know very well that the current Five Hundred Worlds, the current Macragge, and the Second Empire you resisted have already become a reality when Pharos lit up the galaxy. Whether you accept it or not, this is the fact."

"But as for the fact, you are nominally sticking to the bottom line, which is meaningless." Ms. Euton took a few steps forward. "Just like the fable of the man who covered his ears and stole the bell in Ancient Terra, you have actually established the Second Empire, but you are still unwilling to accept it." Guilliman opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but nothing came out.

"Why do you hesitate? Are you worried that you will follow the same path as Horus? You are different from him. I can guarantee this: you are not a despicable traitor by nature."

Roboute was in a state of confusion, and Luo Xi knew very well what he was thinking. Many times, what you think is not important, what is important is how you act.

"I hesitated out of sadness. Once I announce the establishment of the Second Empire, my father, the Lord of Mankind's grand dream will truly sink and fall. This means that we have lost confidence in this empire and can only live in a corner of the galaxy to continue the vitality of mankind."

The sunlight shone through the repaired glass window and fell on Guilliman's face.

Roche stood in the corner. He understood that Lady Euden was not just representing herself, she was representing the wishes of the mortals of Macragge and the Five Hundred Worlds. They hoped that Guilliman could ascend to that position to better protect them.

It was a cruel and ruthless position, the Lord of the Empire, the Lord of Humanity. Anyone who ascended to that position had to give up all selfishness and emotions and become the embodiment of a grand concept.

He will completely abandon his ego and do anything that goes against his conscience for the overall benefit of humanity.

The emperor of mankind has never been a symbol of status and power. It is a responsibility, a symbol of the greatest sacrifice and the most respectable selflessness in the world.

"My lord, if you really do not want to be Emperor Guilliman, then at least be Regent Guilliman. You must declare your position and identity." Lady Euton stared at Guilliman's eyes. The mother and son did not give in to each other at this moment.

Just when Roche thought that the two stubborn men would continue to confront each other, Guilliman finally chose to retreat.

He sat down, no longer having the absolute dominance in height.

"I can't. I can't build an empire and then put myself at the top. Such behavior is full of arrogance, conceit, and unconcealed ambition."

"But you are the only candidate. Apart from you, the only Primarch in Macragge is the dead Fire Dragon Lord Vulkan." Luo Xi said.

"You can't expect your dead brother to get up and take your place."

Guilliman looked at Roche helplessly, trying to ask his friend to say a few words for him, but Roche just shook his head helplessly and closed his mouth.

"I can't. If I do that, those who respect me will look down on me, and those who already doubt me will seize the evidence. I know a lot of people think I'm ambitious, and I think it's a ridiculous joke, but if I really do this, it will come true."

Prior to this, Guntura of the White Scars and Faffnir Bloodband of the Space Wolves had both expressed doubts about Guilliman's loyalty and stance, and the Primarch convinced them.

"No matter what you think, you are the only choice at the moment. There is no room for backup plan."

Guilliman sat on a chair, his head resting between his hands, scratching his messy short blond hair.

"No matter who it is, I really hope to have a living brother by my side. Rogal Dorn? He will definitely be able to shoulder this responsibility strongly. Sanguinius? He is a natural monarch, and I will swear allegiance to him without hesitation."

"Any loyal son, any one will do."

"Even Russ? The barbarian brother you always miss?" Jotun suddenly called out a name. Guilliman always liked to mention the Lord of Fenris.

Guilliman laughed and nodded solemnly.

"Yes, even Russ. Although he seems barbaric, he is also a great monarch. His loyalty to the Emperor is even greater than mine. If it is Russ, I am willing to swear allegiance."

The Lord of the Palace ignored Guilliman's final struggle. Could it be that at this time a loyal Primarch would suddenly emerge from the Warp and take over the responsibility for Guilliman?
That's simply impossible. There is no such coincidence in the world.

"The planetary governors and ministers have reached a consensus with me that they will gather in Macragge tomorrow. And you will be crowned the Emperor of the Second Empire at this moment." said Ms. Euton.

Afterwards, the Palace Master left the Primarch's office without looking back. She had to prepare for tomorrow's ceremony.

In the corner, Luo Xi walked out slowly. He walked in front of the original body and performed the etiquette of meeting the Lord of Mankind in an exaggerated manner.

"Rehearse first. After all, you will become the Emperor of the Second Empire tomorrow. Are you ready, Lord Roboute Guilliman, the Emperor of the Second Empire?"

Roboute's face looked terrible. He said nothing and silently accepted the fact.

By the Emperor, whoever you are, come and help me!

(End of this chapter)