This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 475 Guilliman's Wonderful Beginning

"Huron is an excellent commander."

Guilliman made this assessment in the strategy room of the Glory Queen on the Dawn.

"It needs to be applied and managed properly."

Romulus commented as follows.

In fact, he had a high tolerance for the faults and mistakes of many people in the Empire. However, due to the tragic state of the Empire, and considering the divine beings of the Dark Angels, many people rarely had a chance to correct their mistakes after making them. In addition, no one had the energy to guide them, which made these people prone to extremes.

"Then I have to thank you all again."

Guilliman said with a laugh that since waking up, he has found himself smiling even more often than during the period following the Great Rebellion.

Today, the combined fleet, comprised of the thirteen warbands under the three founding factions and the Imperial Navy fleet, has left the territory of Alteramar and arrived at a region less than ten thousand light-years away from the Great Vortex.

"so fast."

Pushing aside a stack of already organized documents, Guilliman looked up at the window.

He watched as the wall, so close to the warship, spun in the light, marveling at what was happening before his eyes.

It is unimaginable that the Emperor's anxious and almost irrational actions during the Great Crusade were solely for the purpose of granting humanity the ability to travel faster than light.

After learning that the greatest damage to the Empire during the Great Rebellion actually came from Magnus's psionic phone call, Guilliman's view of the Emperor underwent a dramatic change.

The emperor must be insane. What's the difference between this and gambling?

"If the Great Expedition was for this reason, then he was clearly too hasty."

Guilliman said so.

To put it bluntly.

Given the Empire's character—which even during the Great Crusades period could be considered abstract by Guilliman's standards—it was undoubtedly a pipe dream to attempt such a project.

At that time, he was still studying a series of plans for future reforms, hoping to elevate human society to a completely new level. The emperor wanted to achieve this in one step.

"In fact, even if it were completed, there would still be a lot of problems."

After listening to Guilliman's complaints, Romulus released another document.

The view outside the window changed.

As the surrounding pure white walls transformed into a vast void, the fleet, guided by the Eldar navigation ship, once again arrived in the real universe.

The warp engine began charging, and the Geller Field immediately framed the navigation ship amidst the Eldar's mixture of horror and anticipation before it submerged into the warp.

The combined fleet needs to make a short subspace jump to reach another network portal.

Since the fall of the Eldar Empire, the Net Dao has been teeming with all sorts of monsters and demons, and its abundance of chaos and aliens is not much different from that of the real universe.

With the Eldar now in the picture, the Empire has access to these high-speed passages, but to fully utilize them, a long period of 'cleaning' will be needed.

At least until the problems in the real universe are resolved, the Empire cannot spare too many troops to deal with the enemies in the Web.

"indeed."

Guilliman agreed and took the document again.

After a brief meeting between the United Expeditionary Fleet and Huron and the others, the Thirteenth Primarch was in the Strategy Room with the members of the Dawnwing, receiving systematic knowledge compiled for him and familiarizing himself with the current state of the galaxy.

Guilliman's departure was decisive; once the plan was finalized, he set sail immediately, quickly providing support to the Silver Heart via the network, without the slightest delay.

The reconstruction of Great Alteramar means that, apart from the absence of a Primarch, this star system has basically returned to its state ten thousand years ago. Even though it suffered damage from the plague war launched by the Death Guard, the losses were within a controllable range.

Even some Kraken hive fleets that tried to take advantage of the chaos of war were quickly wiped out by the various battle groups that had already established a complete combat system with the Imperial Navy, whose numbers far exceeded the Astartes' limit and were usually in multiples of 13.

In the process, Guilliman had to praise his progenitor of this era, Ultramarines Chapter Master Calgar.

At a time when most Ultramarines have reduced the Codex to a sacred symbol, this Chapter Master, like his predecessors, still maintains a sound and objective perspective.

On the one hand, the Ultramarines strictly control their adherence to the Astartes Codex to ensure that they retain the highest right to interpret the Codex and maintain their authority in the post-Guilliman era.

On the other hand, long before the Dawnwing appeared, he was seeking to change the implementation of the Holy Scripture, actively protecting those sub-champions that made appropriate modifications to the Holy Scripture 'according to local conditions', and actively cooperating after the Dawnwing returned. By recalling the ship-based chapters, he tacitly approved the expansion of the sub-champions, and relied on the Ultramarines' governance capabilities, which were far above average, to reconstruct the Great Ultramar with Macragge at its core.

This made Guilliman's takeover of power after his awakening extremely smooth.

Without having to haggle with rulers at various levels, travel to different planets, or personally oversee post-war recovery, everything was based on a plan from ten thousand years ago. Guilliman only needed to make additions based on the actual situation and communicate with various places through the new interstellar language system built with the assistance of Ramses. In just a few days, he regained control of Great Otralma.

Even ten thousand years after the loss of the Primarch, among the one million Astartes in the galaxy at that time, Ultramarines still made up 70%.

This made Guilliman feel proud of his offspring. Although the numbers were somewhat subtle, he was especially proud of the various sub-companies, such as the White Archons' dual leadership system, the Nemesis' expedition system similar to the Black Templars', and the diverse coping mechanisms that the sub-companies developed in the face of the restrictions of the Codex and the pressures of reality. He truly realized that the adaptability that the Ultramarines had always been most proud of was still there.

Although there were indeed a lot of problems, Guilliman was happy no matter how he thought about it, because he still had his brothers and the Empire was still somewhat stable. Even when his family back home called him the Son of God every day, he only verbally objected but didn't get angry.

Of course, in light of Karna's great victory at Kos, Guilliman resolutely rejected the proposal by the state church to establish a holy city at Kos and designate it as a pilgrimage planet.

He would absolutely not agree to this, otherwise, it was foreseeable that a certain fallen brother who was currently isolating himself in the Warp would be eager to come to him and laugh at him.

"There's nothing we can do; faith really works."

Ramses acted as a mobile base station on the side.

Digglis, who had been exhausted long before Guilliman awoke, had already gone to rest. Now that someone was holding the fort, the Space Marines, like the mortals, were able to get some rest.

"But faith itself seems to be fraught with problems."

Guilliman was flipping through the "Overview of the Nature of Warp Forces (Elementary Course)" that Ramses had given him.

The above explains the essence of the power of faith, and also answers why the emperor opposed human deification of him during the Great Crusade, and why he now allows the existence of a state religion and actively manifests his power.

"Yes, aside from the Spirit Race God and us, an overly strong faith can indeed severely affect an individual's thinking. Old Huang's left and right brain fighting each other is due to this, and we are currently working on overcoming this problem."

Ramses thought it wouldn't be difficult to teach the thirteenth prince about subspace.

At least when faced with questions he doesn't understand, he won't engage in pointless speculation and then add his own unique understanding, which is full of astonishing wisdom.

"Ah."

Guilliman nodded, flipping through the pages about lesser gods, realms, and detailed analyses focusing on cases such as Corax, Karna, and the Laughing God.

"Is this the source of our confidence in fighting back against the warp?"

he asks.

"Yes."

Ramses nodded.

"If we want to actively kill demons in the future, we must control those demon planets in the warp, or invade the domain of evil gods like the plague war. In this process, beings defined as gods in the warp can create a great advantage. At the very least, humans will have their own home ground, and they will not be caught and tortured by demons after death."

"Corax is a typical example? How did he acquire such power?"

Guilliman inquired about the current situation of his best friend.

Ramses did not answer, but instead glanced at Corax, who was squatting with Karna.

One is a rigid, unambitious person, while the other is a withdrawn, reclusive individual.

"I--"

Noticing Ramses's gaze, Corax hesitated for a moment, but considering that there was no one else around, he still braced himself and said, "My father helped me see my true nature, which allowed me to make use of the power I was born with."

"It's really enviable."

Faced with Corax, who seemed to have suffered some kind of unprecedented trauma and was much more withdrawn than he had been ten thousand years ago, Guilliman couldn't help but smile and shrug.

"I'm in trouble. It seems my father forgot about this when he created me."

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Ramses fell silent.

Through a brief exchange, he could basically confirm that Guilliman had some self-awareness, unlike Mortalian who was deceiving himself.

But psionic Muggles are real too.

This line of thinking is somewhat like Old Huang constantly elbowing himself, saying every day, "I am not a god." It seems like he's just being stubborn, but in reality, he has a deep-seated conviction and doesn't want to come into contact with this innate power.

Fine, I'll just go along with it.

Even if Guilliman awakens, he will only gain the combat power of a lesser god. It would be ridiculous if he were to become stupid from the faith accumulated over ten thousand years and only wanted to fight for fun.

Ramses thought about it and decided not to argue.

That's fine, after all, Guilliman is different from most Primarchs who have some childish tendencies. He has parents, or rather, he has a mature and relatively realistic set of values, so there's no need to break them for now. He can just learn some psionic abilities and develop a concrete understanding of his enemies. Anyway, the Empire's situation hasn't deteriorated to the point where Guilliman needs to consult the Book of Words.

Guilliman smiled again; Ramses' nonchalant attitude filled him with even more hope for the future.

"But not all."

Ramses then pointed to Arthur, who was huddled with Ryan discussing strategic plans.

Good brothers are the ultimate safety net; if the three of them crash and burn, we'll have to rely on Master Ya to bail us out.

Ryan speaks, Arthur studies.

Learning has no end.

Guilliman found himself smiling.

The more he questions the status quo, the more certain he becomes of it.

None of the brothers had that inexplicable arrogance—not even Ryan.

No one will part ways because of anyone else's flaws. Now they are on the same ship, charging towards the enemy. Their combined spearhead has swiftly broken through any blockade that dares to stand in their way.

It is clear that the Dawnwings are also actively trying to divide the work and cooperate, and are taking the initiative to maintain the trust relationship between the Primarchs.

This is why the seven Primarchs went to such great lengths to support the Maelstrom. This lineup is more than enough to fight another battle in Randan, and relieving the Maelstrom's predicament is simply a piece of cake.

Aside from the strategic value of the Maelstrom itself, there is also the symbolic significance of the seven Primarchs fighting together.

"We still have a lot to do."

"Of course."

Romulus was beaming, seemingly undaunted by these difficulties.

Guilliman could sense that the happiest person since he woke up was his brother, who shared the same position as him.

"Currently, we have only moved from a passive, defensive phase to a strategic stalemate. Our main objective at present is to deal with the enemies entrenched in various parts of the galaxy, maintain human rule, expand the influence of our directly controlled territories, and further integrate the power of the Empire, transforming it into military strength."

Guilliman looked up in surprise.

He had always thought that supporting five hundred worlds was already quite ambitious, but he never expected that Romulus would actually plan to use their directly controlled territories as pumps to extract resources from the entire galaxy.

Where then is Terra's authority?

"Terra, go to the side first."

Romulus waved his hand.

Previously, this tithe was at least used to repair the network for Old Man Huang and provide supplies for the Great Expedition, so it was somewhat useful. Now, instead of letting this tithe pile up and mold in the warehouse world, it's better to give it to them.

Anyway, the Dawnwing's goal isn't just to defeat a Fallen Primarch and be done with it. Guilliman has awakened, and with him, the material world can definitely experience exponential growth for a period of time.

Dawnwing has a clear plan for the future.

First, we need to find the original entities, especially those with clear leads, such as the Wolf King and the Khan. While we don't expect them to be good leaders, they should be qualified as supplements to the human warp forces.

Second, further expand our military power in the real universe to deal with the escalating rise of the Greenskins, the Tyranid invasion, and the Chaos counterattack, and safeguard the development achievements centered on the five special zones.

Third, we seek to develop a new generation of faster-than-light technology, including the wormhole project, the network project, and the subspace sub-god realm navigation project, to further enhance humanity's ability to respond to crises.

The future is still quite far off, but the ultimate goal of the Wings of Dawn is far more than just humanity struggling a little better than before.

At the very least, we must involve humans as players in truly great games.

Clear and transparent.

Although many details still need to be added according to Guilliman's ideas, at least it has enabled these people in charge to know exactly what they are doing.

This is the most important.

Having problems is never the problem; the real problem is when even the person carrying them out doesn't know what they're doing.

Guilliman was confident in this clear plan and quickly found his place within it.

"I still have a lot to learn from you."

Romulus complimented him sincerely.

At least he genuinely couldn't bring himself to take on so much responsibility, or to motivate himself with any element around him. His past actions were merely a last resort, a result of distrust of the empire's traditional gods and men.

"I welcome you anytime."

Guilliman echoed him, his expression clearly showing his gratitude.

At least he genuinely couldn't be so open about sharing his power with others, even his own brothers. In the past, letting Ryan and others join the Second Empire was more like a stopgap measure forced by the status quo.

In a short period of time, everyone completed the planning and simulation of the Great Vortex War, and also accomplished countless other tasks. Then they bid farewell to each other and returned to their personal spaces.

However, even though everyone had already simulated the entire war's development in the strategy room, the handover of responsibilities was exceptionally smooth thanks to Romulus's cooperation, and many issues didn't require his concern because of the presence of his other brothers.
Guilliman still did not relax.

In his own room, he was hunched over his desk, intently writing something.

From the moment he learned of the disastrous implementation of the Astartes Codex, the bloated corruption of the High Lords system, and how much suffering his brothers had endured for it, and the catastrophic state of affairs when they first came into this world, he sought to correct this mistake.

At this moment, he was at his desk, further familiarizing himself with the current state of the empire and preparing to compile his next monumental work after the Astartes.

Imperial Code

　P.S.: Sorry for the lateness.

　　It's true that Guilliman is a psionic Muggle, but the idea that Guilliman doesn't understand his own nature is just a joke.

　　The official novels have emphasized this many times: Guilliman knew better than many Primarchs what they were. He knew that the Primarchs' flesh and soul were a combination of the Warp and reality. However, he felt that the power of the Warp was uncontrollable and that it was a heretical path, so he did not intend to use it. Just like 'I am not a god,' he rejected the power of the Warp.

　　The Emperor is undoubtedly a prime example of this, believing that psychic charm was a panacea and could be bypassed whenever possible, only to suffer a major setback, hahaha.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)