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

Chapter 279 The Second Empire is Established

During the Great Crusade, Guilliman and his two remaining angel brothers rarely met each other. They each fought on different battlefields, destroying their respective enemies for the Empire.

The Lord of Five Hundred Worlds rarely leaves his own territory. He is based in the far east of the empire and is more likely to hear about what is happening in other regions.

As we all know, the Archangel has a particularly close relationship with the wolf-god Horus, which also leads to the Blood Angels preferring to cooperate with the Luna Wolves most of the time.

And Ryan Johnson, as the leader of the most powerful First Legion, has always been carrying out the Emperor's orders in the unknown dark star field. Their achievements have been forgotten, and only a series of destroyed information is left to the world.

It’s just that in today’s precarious situation, all the strangeness and estrangement have disappeared, and it is the greatest luck for the brothers to be able to meet again.

Guilliman and Sanguinius embraced each other, and the latter turned around and embraced Lion's Jonson beside him.

"Some misfortune seems to have happened to your legion, my brother. The last intelligence from the Blood Angels came from the Signus system. You lost contact there until today when you reestablished contact with us."

Sanguinius nodded and spoke, and Guilliman could hear the deep hidden pain and sorrow in his voice, which made him depressed as well.

"On the main star of the Signus system, we encountered a bloody battle and betrayal. Those enemies were a kind of existence beyond our cognition. Perhaps we can call them warp demons."

The archangel turned around and pointed at his troops. The number of this Blood Angels' troops could not be described as a legion, and this was all the Blood Angels' remaining strength.

Guilliman did not ask further questions. Obviously Sanguinius had already made his attitude clear, and he was unwilling to mention it. Everyone understood that the Blood Angels had also encountered those malicious beings in the Warp.

"Lion, Guilliman, I came here because I saw the warp beacon you released. Do you have a way to return to Terra with me? Our father is being besieged by traitors. He is on Terra. The traitor Horus will stop at nothing to knock him off the throne."

There was something irresistible in Sanguinius' voice; it was the request of an archangel, and even the most inhuman being would be moved by it.

This is a kind of charm that is different from everyone else. He doesn't even need to say much. He can gain everyone's conviction and admiration just by standing here.

"We also want to go back to help our father, but the warp storm created by the traitor Lorgar has isolated everything. The Five Hundred Worlds have been troubled by it for several years."

Lion said, "Yes, I also followed the warp beacon. No one can leave here and return to Terra, so Guilliman and I are accumulating strength here. As long as the warp storm subsides temporarily, we can immediately command the restored legion to destroy all traitors."

Sanguinius' eyes blinked and moved back and forth between Lion and Guilliman's faces. He felt a strange tacit understanding from these two people.

He always thought that the Lion was a mysterious and lonely person who never kept pace with his other brothers.

Brothers have different personalities, values ​​and even experiences. They have different ideas and rarely reach complete consensus.

Feeling their firm attitude, the doubts in Sanguinius' heart gradually faded. He didn't know whether the two of them were deliberately looking for reasons not to return to Terra, or whether they really couldn't go back. Now it seems that the latter answer might be inclined.

"It's like this. In order to ensure that the human empire is not destroyed and its spirit lives on forever, Ryan and I decided to create a copy and backup of the empire in the Five Hundred Worlds. You can call it the Second Empire."

When Guilliman actually said this word, he could no longer suppress the excitement and uneasiness in his heart. He didn't know whether this most holy brother would support his decision, or would immediately fly into a rage after hearing this term.

"The Second Reich..."

The Archangel silently read the word, to be honest, he felt alert instinctively after hearing these four words, he immediately doubted the positions of Guilliman and Lion, because such blasphemous words were not something a Primarch who chose to be loyal could say.

Is there really any difference between someone who can say such things and the traitor Horus?
However, Sanguinius's political wisdom naturally prevented him from asking such a foolish question. He simply listened quietly, motioning for Guilliman to continue explaining his so-called Second Empire. The three chatted as they walked, unknowingly arriving at the gates of Hera Castle's fortress. Passing the figures of the Ever-Victorious Army, Guilliman led Sanguinius and Lion to the hall room where the chairs of all the Primarchs were placed.

Similar to the scene Ryan saw at that time, the archangel sat on the chair marked [Ⅸ] with some emotion. This special chair was carefully designed, allowing him to place his wings comfortably.

Among the many Primarchs, only Sanguinius had a pair of proud wings. Guilliman remembered this and thoughtfully made adjustments for his brother.

Sanguinius just took a quick glance and found that in addition to the chairs of the primarch brothers, there was also this mortal-sized chair.

It was placed next to the seat of [XIII], next to Guilliman.

Without waiting for Sanguinius to ask, Guilliman placed his hands on the back of the chair and explained with a smile.

"It belongs to a close friend of mine, an immortal from the past. He witnessed the infancy of humanity and how humanity walked towards the starry sea. He is a comrade-in-arms who shares the same ideals as me and is equally qualified to have a seat of his own here."

"His name is Luo Xi. Unfortunately, he is now traveling in the dark galaxy to save the fate of mankind. If he comes back, I will be happy to introduce him to you. I believe that you will become friends who recognize each other."

Sanguinius was somewhat surprised by Guilliman's effusive words, that he thought so highly of a mortal and treated him almost like a brother, even though he was not here.

It seems that this is indeed an extraordinary existence, just like the magic pattern Malcador beside the emperor, who is deeply trusted and loved.

The archangel showed an understanding expression. He was good at communication, and the personal charm of Sanguinius made it easy for him to communicate with others. Naturally, he would not say anything that would offend his brother.

"I look forward to meeting you, my mortal friend, that day."

The discussion of the Primarchs was blocked by the highly soundproof door, while their respective attendant officers were discussing quietly in whispers outside the door.

The Dark Angels' Grand Master of the Dreadwing, Redros, the Blood Angels' Guard Commander Azkaelon, as well as Valentus Doro, one of the Four Heroes of Ultramar, and Grod, the leader of the Ever-Victorious Army, these tall and burly, powerful warriors who unrivaled the entire legion, were looking forward to the outcome of the meeting.

"Lord Sanguinius is a true angel. Apart from my genetic father, this is the first time someone has made me feel so holy." Yingjie said, his tone full of praise.

The stern-faced Blood Angels commander Azkaelon accepted his cousin's praise with a smile. He was not humble or embellished. Yes, his Primarch deserved all the praise and glory.

"Excuse me, Lord Sanguinius has a temperament similar to that of the great Emperor. It is said that the Emperor in everyone's eyes is the one they most hope to see in their hearts, and Lord Sanguinius's face seems to have the ability to change in this way."

"As the saying goes, everyone has their own unique talents. Lord Sanguinius is the best among the Primarchs. He is the most extraordinary and should be given more important responsibilities."

In the room, Guilliman repeated again in a vivid and moving voice what he had said to Lion. The Primarchs each sat in their chairs until Sanguinius stood up and paced back and forth because of worry and thought.

"Lion, do you also support this decision?" Sanguinius sought advice from his other brother.

The Lion nodded. He and Guilliman had discussed who would take on the role on the High Throne. Roboute had insisted on not crowning himself, and Lion himself had no interest in anything other than war.

The arrival of Sanguinius undoubtedly provided the best choice, and he was the best candidate for the regent position.

(End of this chapter)