This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 473 What does it mean that the Second Empire has been written into history textbooks?
"By Makula—"

In the Primarch Sanctuary, between communions, Guilliman's exclamation echoed throughout the hall.

He released his grip.

It wasn't that he didn't want to stop the Ramses brothers' mouth, which was already starting to bother him, but rather that a book had appeared in his hand that was even more threatening than that mouth.

Guilliman clutched Ramses’s copy of “A Brief History of the Second Empire: The Unremembered Empire (Edited Edition)” in despair, forced to abandon all the dignity and composure befitting a political being, his face filled with disbelief.

"What does it mean that the Second Empire has been written into history textbooks?"

He only glanced at the table of contents briefly, but found the records to be frighteningly detailed.

This made his heart skip a beat.

As observers of the entire battle, the Lion King and Guilliman, who had received guidance from Koz, were the ones, apart from Saint Geres, who had the clearest understanding of the overall development of the Great Rebellion.

That is why they were naturally aware of the significance of the Second Empire.

Saint Jeremy arrived in Terra early to provide support, risking his life and even sacrificing it. On his deathbed, he didn't dare mention it to Dorn or anyone else. The two of them, who had been mostly passive during the Great Rebellion, dared not say a word.

Given the perilous state of the Empire at the time, and the bitter and resentful appearance of Dorne and the other guardians, exposure would immediately trigger another civil war within the Empire.

So what exactly is the situation now?

Guilliman quickly turned his attention to the book cover.

At this moment, he hoped that his brothers were simply joking, because judging from their reactions, they didn't have any prejudice against the Second Empire, otherwise they wouldn't have said it so easily.

His gaze swept quickly across the book, and on the back, Guilliman noticed a peculiar number and QR code. There was no sign of camouflage, and even the numbers seemed extremely random.

It's like randomly picking a book from a huge library.

Do not! ! !
Having confirmed that the book seemed to have been randomly picked from the inventory of some educational institution, Guilliman felt that his ambitious political career, which had been shrouded in mystery for millennia, had ended before it even began.

Why, why did it turn out like this? For the first time, I had a brother who trusted me so much, a brother who could be my friend for life. We shared the same goals and worked together to govern the human empire. Two happy things overlapped.

These two sources of happiness should bring me even more happiness.

What we received was supposed to be a future full of hope, like a dream.
But why did it turn out this way?
Life is full of ups and downs that happen too quickly.

Guilliman put his hands behind his head.

He dared not imagine how wary those fanatical believers in the Emperor would be of him in the star systems beyond Alteramar, or what ambitious image they would portray him as. The bright future he had promised his brothers would turn into a disaster because of his existence.

And what about his other loyal brothers?
Yes, that's the expression!

Ryan looked at Guilliman, whose beard stretched almost to the sky from the corners of his mouth.

The expression on their face when they know that the huge mistake they made has been made public and viewed by hundreds of millions of people, yet they don't know how to face it.

From Ryan's perspective, almost ten thousand years had passed since that public execution in Caliban, and the repeated torture he endured during the process had almost completely numbed him. The murmurs of his offspring no longer held any deterrent effect on him.

You cannot threaten an invincible person.

However, the resentment still exists.

He couldn't bring himself to attack the brothers who had almost saved him from his doom, but he was happy to see Guilliman, who shared an ICU with him, suffer misfortune.

But unlike the lion who chose to cover everything up with violence and madness after his secret was exposed, Guilliman, who received a normal education, obviously quickly extricated himself from the disastrous situation he had created.

Robert Guilliman did not exhibit any aggressive behavior, but instead sat back down in his chair.

He had seen the imperial portrait hanging high in the center of the hall.

In a moment, he confirmed his loyalty, the absurdity of the events, that he had indeed made the wrong choice at the wrong time, and that the Second Reich was a disastrous concept.

Finally, with a sigh of relief.

Before his brothers, Guilliman removed his mask of fortitude and allowed himself to reveal a trace of sadness, pain, and bitterness.

So what? So what if my dark past is exposed? Has reintegrating into the empire's political environment become hellish? Will I be unable to hold my head high in front of my brethren in the future?
It doesn't matter!
Since the brothers took the initiative to awaken him, return power to him, and even hold a gathering symbolizing harmony before the formal meeting, it proves that they have a positive view of themselves.

The flame of hope once surged within the Primarch's body, and even the densest darkness and suffering could not extinguish this light within him, let alone now.

"Hope remains."

Guilliman uttered a sentence, trying to console himself.

He regained his composure and looked apologetically at the laughing crowd.

Leaving aside the Lion King, who seemed completely unconcerned about the matter, even the notoriously ruthless Corax couldn't help but smile upon seeing Guilliman's discomfiture.

This surprised Guilliman greatly, mainly because, as a Primarch with keen observation of emotions, he couldn't discern much malicious mockery from it, but rather the teasing tone of his reaction.

Then he saw the second book in Ramses's hand—

A Brief History of the Second Empire: The Emperor's Conferment of Titles on the Primarchs (People's Education Press Edition)

I just saw the forgotten empires.

Guilliman quickly grabbed the book and began flipping through its contents.

It particularly emphasizes the attitude of the emperors during the 30k era towards this decision.

It affirms the actions of the three Primarchs who, after being deceived by Chaos and confirming the destruction of the Empire, took the initiative to raise the banner and reunite human forces on the other side of the galaxy. It also emphasizes their decisiveness in quickly dissolving the government upon learning that the Emperor was still alive, showing no greed for power, and their proper handling of the incident involving Guilliman and others, which did not affect their measures in the post-Great Rebellion era.

Even Macurag has a certificate personally granted by the Emperor, containing more detailed text written in the Emperor's blood. Any doubts will vanish after witnessing that certificate.

This is definitely made up.

Compared to the previous book, Guilliman made a judgment immediately.

Where does an emperor get such high emotional intelligence?

These words, in turn, make the three of them pure traitors. It all depends on how the arbiter sees it. If the emperor were really so good at talking nonsense, where would all the internal conflicts of the empire come from? Why did he blow up the Perfect City back then?
He looked at Ramses.

Even after a brief browse, he noticed the differences between the People's Education Press version and the Ministry of Education's version.

In this large-scale education system that should have been established by the Wings of Dawn, the People's Education Press edition is for education of all minors, while the Ministry-compiled edition is for professional education in higher education institutions.

Therefore, Guilliman's concerns were probably unnecessary, as far more people knew that the Second Reich was established at the Emperor's behest than knew the details of the Second Reich.

Guilliman didn't believe that the remaining three—Sanjeres, Lane, and Koz—had any ability to handle this matter besides himself.

You guys didn't do this, did you?

Looking into Ramses' smiling eyes, Guilliman looked suspicious.

He had already realized something was wrong.

He strongly suspected that this was just a ruse set up by his brothers to mock him.

This gathering seemed to be a 'conspiracy' against him from the beginning, and through his conversations with his sons and those imperial officials, Guilliman was certain that his brothers were actually quite emotionally intelligent.

Even those who follow the evil path need to know how to walk it; someone like Ryan probably only knows how to kill.

"Why are you looking at me? It's just the Emperor's Chronicle. We didn't change a single word of it. The only problem is that we were a little late in issuing the supplementary tickets."

Ramses replied.

Although he could relay imperial edicts at any time, he was too busy shifting blame to bother with getting himself into trouble.

Well, actually, he was the one who said it, and the emperor followed suit.

The thought of the Emperor in his normal state—a neurotic figure with dementia and his left and right hemispheres seemingly at odds—made Ramses' teeth ache.

But tell me, did the emperor say that?

The most urgent task now is to get Guilliman to take over smoothly.

"I understand."

Knowing that his brothers had resolved the matter, Guilliman felt much calmer.

But the thought of them making fun of him again and embarrassing him made Guilliman's face darken.

He began to read the books carefully, harboring a subtle resentment and trying not to let his other emotions show, in order to understand the most realistic situation from the Primarch's perspective.

Meanwhile, Dawnwing was not idle either. Since the atmosphere was right, he handed Guilliman materials one by one, covering the increasingly stressful aspects of the Empire from the time he transmigrated until now.

Especially the Empire before the Primarch's arrival.

Blind faith, ignorance, suffering, decadence—all these are the reasons why bewildered humanity has to act in the name of a god, making the empire like a rotting corpse, with poisonous gas and putrefied flesh tormenting everyone inside and outside equally.

Although it appeared calm on the surface, every word in it struck Guilliman's heart like a cannonball. Even a slight immersion in it was enough to make the Primarch feel bewildered and terrified, and overwhelmed with grief and pain.

A surge of rage welled up in the Lord of Alteramar almost the instant he entered the scene. He clenched his fists to restrain himself. He subconsciously imagined himself alone, and upon learning everything, he would smash tables and chairs, tear up flags, and unleash his fury on everything in the room.

Moreover, unlike him, Dawnwing did not possess a territory completely loyal to him, and at the very beginning, it did not even reveal the characteristics of the Primarch.

Having read through Dawnwing, starting with Pield, the entire Dawn Expedition, and the battles of wits and courage between various 'heroes' and their enemies, I finally saw how they regained control of the Astartes and drove out the insect swarm that had almost swallowed up half of Alteramar.

From bickering with the High Lords to establishing the Dawn Sector despite near-resistance from various Imperial forces, pushing for the establishment of five special zones, breaking the shackles binding the various Imperial armed forces, and making initial modifications to the state religion.

Then came the Battle of Kadia, where Perturabo was killed and the Mechanicus was restructured. The ultimate goal was achieved through war. Subsequently, the Dawn Sector was directly governed by various node planets, a brand-new Eye of Fear defense system was established, the influence of the Mechanicus was broken, and the projection of human power was guaranteed.

Finally, he has come out on top, facing the onslaught of a warp god with unstoppable power and achieving a partial victory. In the face of a war-torn galaxy, he has finally gained the ability to manipulate the scales.

By defining the nature of historical events that are difficult to define, reserving a place for every loyalist, enabling humanity today to view human history correctly, and forcing the gradually extreme overall ideology back to normalcy, it can be said that it has almost completely resolved those disastrous impacts that have occurred since the end of the Primitive Era.

'By Makula—'

Why are baby corpses flying in the sky?

Looking at the detailed records accompanied by images, and at what the state religion looked like before its reforms, Guilliman covered his face with one hand, almost unable to look directly at the word 'holy oil,' and let out a series of groans, his armor buzzing from the action.

The thought of what I would have to face if I woke up was unbearable.
No, that's impossible, I still have brothers!
"Feel sorry."

Quickly shaking off the thought of the future that made him wish he could immediately lie back in the Static Field, Guilliman sincerely addressed the four members of the Wings of Dawn, his resentment completely dissipated.

Even before his fall, the Empire still had four Primarchs in charge, but his sense of responsibility made it impossible for him to shirk that he was the one who caused all of this.

Perhaps it was out of a desire to atone for his sins, or perhaps it was out of arrogance that he thought he could do the same, but no matter how he tried to cover it up, Guilliman made a major strategic mistake due to momentary impulse, and his fall dealt the empire its heaviest blow since the Great Rebellion.

He cannot, and is unable to, deny it.

Laugh it off. If a little bit of mockery can bring brothers back to each other, then it doesn't matter how long we laugh.

How wonderful it would be if the conflict between him and Luo Jia could be resolved in the same way, like brothers.

"It's alright, now it's time to enjoy it together."

Romulus laughed heartily.

It wasn't that he successfully shifted the blame, but rather that Guilliman's positive attitude in the face of difficulties was also inspiring to him.

This is something that cannot be given to those who have traveled from the same world.

look around.

Including the Wings of Dawn, there are now seven people among humanity capable of shouldering great responsibilities. From the warp to the real universe, from the ruling class of the empire to the farmers working in the fields, their fates have been changed through the concerted efforts of these seven.

We've been shoveling for so long, isn't this the moment we've been waiting for?
Everything is finally moving in a positive direction. The lost Primarch has regained his responsibilities, and these 'outsiders' are no longer alone in fighting against the whole world.

Those who share the same ideals can give those around them boundless strength.

Aside from their companions, Dawnwing doesn't believe they could have held on this long without countless humans who actively chose to save themselves in the face of threats, such as Commissar Alex, Colonel Kwek, Lady Arabella, Judge Aglaia, and Grand Marshal Ledodes.

"Yes!"

Guilliman responded seriously.

Dawnwing's actions were much like a water ghost that couldn't stand it anymore and started pulling people in, but he didn't care at all.

He thanked the Wings of Dawn.

This allows him to better fulfill his responsibilities.

He stretched out one palm towards the sunlight, and through his clean skin, the veins were clearly visible.

After the Armor of Fate revived him, it was just an ordinary suit of armor; the Empire's current technology was capable of repairing the original body.

Guilliman found the direction from which the sunlight was entering. Through the one-way window, at this high point in the Macurag Mountains, he watched the construction crews in the distance, people working hard to produce and build. The Ultramarines, those descendants under Calgar's leadership, stood guard on the city walls with pride and honor.

They are children of this dark age, whose lives, before the arrival of the Primarch, consisted of nothing but hardship, suffering, and endless conflict.

Nevertheless, they continue to fight relentlessly, surviving in this galaxy in their own way, letting their blood flow in their descendants, fearless even when surrounded by enemies.

Guilliman, on the other hand, was fortunate to be born in a better era, a golden age filled with hope and victory.

So, having witnessed all of this, what right does he have to wallow in self-pity?
Faced with these companions who were born in darkness but whose courage and strength have never diminished, and those successors who still show boundless resilience in the face of hardship, how indulgent and willful it would be if he showed weakness and helplessness and chose to shirk responsibility.
Guilliman had witnessed the boundless potential of humanity, and now he knew even more about the bountiful harvest that the soil, corrupted for millennia because of him, had borne with the help of these brothers he had grown so close to.

All of this reinforced his belief that a brighter tomorrow is still possible and that humanity can still rise from the ashes.

but--

Humanity is surrounded by enemies, both inside and out.

The Emperor has proven one thing: as long as those enemies who bring pain and torment to mankind continue to ravage the galaxy and lure every tempting prey in the warp, no matter how beautiful the scenery may be, it is destined to be nothing but a dream, impossible to realize.

They must be defeated.

"All these tragedies."

The tabletop was now clean, and the silent knight stood up.

Guilliman was impressed by Arthur, the knight who had always maintained a gentle composure.

But at this moment, he was like a sharp sword that could pierce and cut through everything.

"All this suffering and pain should not be humanity's fate. Humanity has never done anything wrong. The culprits are those traitors who abandoned their own race, and those gods who indulged themselves recklessly—"

Arthur paused, pressing his palm against the Milky Way star map that had been revealed on the cloth as the food disappeared.

A constellation of stars.

The Milky Way is so vast that it can confine countless lives to the earth beneath their feet for an entire lifetime.

The Milky Way is so small, and the endless wars ignited by desires, ideals, and realities make it difficult for peace to find a foothold.

"For far too long, Chaos and its offspring have been toying with the fate of humankind, and we will not allow it to continue."

The knight raises his sword.

At this moment, everyone's expressions turned serious, and they all stood up.

Guilliman looked at the solemn knight and stood up just as solemnly. Even the seraphim, who was busy savoring the delicious food, stood up at this moment after wiping the corners of his mouth.

The peaceful banquet has ended, and the Lord of Alteramar has glimpsed the entirety of the galaxy.

now--

"Let's do what we do best."

Slay the aliens, annihilate the chaos.

Destroy the world, save the world.

The sword blade plunged into the tabletop, into the very heart of that galaxy, which had been depicted as vast and magnificent, but was now engulfed in endless war.

A giant whirlpool, an unbreakable barrier.

"Let us show them who the true masters of this galaxy are!"

(End of this chapter)