This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 477 Your plan is excellent, but now I'm going to bring out numerology.

"That's what you said."

Seeing that Arthur had already dug the pit, Romulus didn't stand on ceremony and beckoned Delacroix and Hill over.

In front of everyone, he picked up a pen, placed his hand on Guilliman's manuscript, and began to write.

Guilliman glanced at the table and noticed that the other person actually planned to add a description before the introduction, and couldn't help but wonder what kind of answer the other person would give him.

Through internal Primarchy meetings, and with the consensus reached between Regent Romulus of the Dawnwing and Roboute Guilliman, the Dawnwing will participate in the drafting of the Imperial Code, acknowledging and respecting the promotion and implementation of the Imperial Code written by Roboute Guilliman. Furthermore, under all circumstances, Roboute Guilliman must ensure that the updating of the Imperial Code is the highest priority.

Apart from the Primarch, any member of the Ultramarines lineage has an obligation to compel the Primarch to execute this order under extreme circumstances.

As Romulus put pen to paper, the detailed contents were revealed to everyone, including Hill, De la Cruz, and the others, who immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"I highly approve of this."

"De la Cruz said quickly."

His current boss is Romulus, so he feels no pressure at all when he agrees with him.

"me too!"

Hill then added that he, who had been able to publicly refute Guilliman back then, would naturally not care about such details.

The thought that the entire Invincible Guard failed to stop Guilliman from joining Forgrim back then made him realize that measures to reasonably limit Lord Guilliman's involvement in frontline combat were necessary.

Anyway, Dawnwing has a lot of capable fighters now. Karna might be able to take down all the rebel factions except Horus during the Amplified Rebellion. There are also several other top-notch fighters, so Guilliman doesn't need to be on the front lines.

Only Sevius, Guilliman's true chief steward, remained silent, instead looking pitifully at Guilliman.

How much psychological trauma do you have from the Astartes?

Guilliman was at a loss for words, neither laughing nor crying.

Well, it was indeed his fault that he couldn't defeat Forgrim in a one-on-one duel with the Emperor's Sword back then, but he also knew that he couldn't make the same mistake again. Being too concerned about the grudges between brothers would only make him like a fly trapped in a bottle, unable to stir up much trouble.

As a Primarch, he now understood that they could decide far more than just the fate of one Alteramar, and that he shouldn't limit his vision to this small empire on the edge of the galaxy.

Guilliman has made this mistake before, and he will not repeat it.

"Thirteenth Brother, promise us one thing, okay? Don't act rashly in any situation! Don't get yourself killed or captured by the enemy. As long as you don't rush in and get killed or captured, then all problems will be solved."

Ramses also came in carrying a stack of special documents from other star systems.

Information about special forces also needs to be obtained. As I said before, Guilliman is not as unconventional as Lane. He may not use them, but he cannot be unaware of them.

Guilliman's expression immediately turned blank, and all the excitement in his heart vanished.

He realized that these guys looked down on his fighting ability and were afraid he would be taken down.

So, in your eyes, I'm the type who likes to rush in and give myself away?
And why always assume he will lose? Couldn't it be that he defeated the Fallen Brothers with overwhelming force?

"Isn't it?"

All eyes were on Guilliman.

Ramses wouldn't joke about the fallen soldiers of Kos and the Shadow Expedition, but to be honest, while Nuseria's record of taking on two opponents at once was indeed impressive, Guilliman's attempts to initiate one-on-one duels always ended in a mess.

Speaking of which, Luo Jia was Guilliman's savior back then.

At that time, Guilliman had finished fighting Luojia and then had to fight Angron, who had come to his aid. Because his weapon was not good enough, he was at a disadvantage. When Guilliman stabbed the Crimson Sword into Angron's chest and used the Hand of Domination to leave a huge wound on Angron, he was still no match for him and was beaten down. At that time, Luojia's spell also finished casting and locked Angron's muscles, causing him to miss the fatal blow.

The end result was that the gladiator brother that Luo Jia sincerely wanted to save fell into Khorne's hands and was left with no choice but to live or die; the ambitious brother who wanted the most revenge got a chance to catch his breath and was rescued by the Ultramarines who arrived just in time.

That's quite dramatic.

"I agree."

Faced with the silent question from everyone, "Don't you know the consequences of your one-on-one fights?" Guilliman replied awkwardly.

"now it's right."

Romulus patted Guilliman on the shoulder, then quickly found the information he wanted by document number.

Guilliman was truly capable of handling everything meticulously, which made Romulus think that perhaps his desire to farm was quite different from that of his brothers who wanted to retire from the military and return to farming.

The Wolf King simply eats and drinks whatever is available, while Vokan might simply be a blacksmith, perhaps even a traditional hand hammer maker.
If Guilliman were to farm, he would likely have to calculate soil composition, observe climate change, select crops, customize the most suitable fertilizer ratio, and then carry out intensive farming after completing all of this.

Then, to better accomplish the above, he might organize a team to conduct global surveys to find the most suitable land, organize another team to study the climate, organize yet another team to cultivate crops, and then establish a factory to produce fertilizers according to his own needs.

Finally, in order to obtain the material foundation for all of the above, he will begin to intervene in local politics, carry out reforms, and then become a ruler again. Eventually, he will find that the chaotic and disorderly trade between universes limits the value of his crops, so he will begin to try to control other planets and eventually become the master of an intergalactic empire.
Perhaps this is Guilliman's unique arrogance.

He believed that under his plan, people, like crops, would be able to grow better.

This seems to be the case.

Romulus thought that the Emperor might have implemented a system of fiefdoms back then, to let the Primarchs experience the hardships of rule, so that they wouldn't be constantly criticizing Guilliman for being ambitious, only to be thrown into the office and forced to eat shit, while their own homeworld was mostly in chaos and suffering.

The fact that everyone ran away as soon as Guilliman lay down was truly disgusting.

He quickly compiled the files that only contained the numbers 6, 7, 8, and 9.

Killie Mann was puzzled. He frowned and quickly went through their contents in his mind twice, concluding that there shouldn't be any serious problems.

His documents are limited by the current understanding of the entire galaxy, so their content is certainly lacking, but surely they shouldn't be so regular?
Why is it either 99 or 999?

He looked up at Romulus, who was analyzing the situation with a serious expression, seeking his opinion.

Romulus picked up a document numbered 9.

According to numerology—

Guilliman couldn't hold back his words from the moment he opened his mouth.

"brother."

Guilliman quickly called out to Romulus.

What is numerology?

Damn it, could it be that pile of toilet paper written by that hypocritical bastard Mortalian?

"literal meaning."

Romulus explained that five symbols were written on the psychic blackboard prepared by Ramses.

These five symbols, in sequence, transformed into the colors pink, green, red, blue, and gold.

“These numbers represent the five principal deities of the subspace. Through their connection with these numbers, they can more easily influence the contents within them, and even corrupt or bless humans who follow them. Therefore, we need to make necessary modifications to the contents under these numbers.”

Romulus introduced the increasingly tense materialist warrior.

"For example, for number 6, we should try to avoid content related to spiritual construction; for number 7, the content should be of the type that brings frequent changes; for number 9, it is the opposite, and it is best to represent cycles and unchanging things; and for number 8, the content should preferably not be related to war."

"What about 13?"

"This is the Emperor's sacred number, so the most important information can be written into this type of number, which makes it easier for the Emperor to protect this information from being corrupted."

Romulus replied in a very serious tone.

"Brother, isn't this a bit too much—"

Guilliman hesitated for a moment, then finally spoke:

"Too superstitious?"

"This is empiricism."

"My number is 13. Does that mean that even if I refuse the power of the warp, I can still receive the so-called Emperor God's power like they do?"

Guilliman couldn't help but question it.

For him, using numbers to verify the security of content is still too absurd.

Of course, the other party's explanation to Thirteen still made him breathe a small sigh of relief.

He could tell from the current configuration of the Ultra Warriors that from the Ever-Victorious Army to its subordinate regiments to other battle groups, the organization is always based on the number thirteen. In particular, the superstition of numbers in units such as the think tank and technical sergeants is exaggerated. The number of steps they take on a day is strictly regulated to be a multiple of thirteen, and it has even become an instinct.

He thought that his brothers had been calling on him all along, or that he had really been mythologized over the past ten thousand years, and that his number had become a sacred symbol, which had once made him quite embarrassed.

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Silence fell around Guilliman in response to his rebuttal.

It wasn't that they were rendered speechless by Guilliman's questioning, but rather that someone would have been saved by the Emperor's miracles more than once without them. Seemingly eager to educate his brothers about the absurdity of numerology, Guilliman casually pulled out document number 13 and placed it in front of everyone.

"Look, this is document number 13, compiled by his 13th son. If numbers alone could truly have an effect, then he—"

Guilliman paused.

Amidst the rustling sound of pages being written on, a faint golden light shone from in front of Guilliman.

Gold lettering began to slowly emerge from the edges of the otherwise normal content.

Guilliman could clearly sense that he had seen the Emperor.

He raised his head, forcing himself to look directly at the images that appeared on the pages of the book: the shrieks of souls, the aimless skeletons, the indifferent gods, the old man, and yesterday's savior.

"My son."

"Number 13."

"Lord of Ottaramar".

"Savior."

"hope."

"fail."

"disappointment."

"Liar!"

"thief!"

"traitor!"

"Don't get carried away!"

"Guilliman!"

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Everyone looked at each other.

Arthur glanced at Ramses and asked if he was the one who had orchestrated the incident.

Ramses quickly shook his head; he hadn't expected the Emperor to be so eager to prove this.

Guilliman fell silent.

Do you need me to translate this for you?

The slap in the face came so quickly, Ramses kindly reminded him.

"Don't be fooled by the Emperor's foul language; he's not talking about you afterward."

"I know."

Guilliman replied.

After he finished speaking, he rubbed his cheeks.

"I could hear him say that the next part was about those four people, warning me to be careful of them, and also—"

He glanced at the handwriting, and his expression tightened as he looked at the remaining words, "Don't get carried away!"

Even the emperor sees him that way!
It seems the Emperor is in pretty good shape; he can actually speak clearly and offer some pointers instead of just putting Guilliman through the wringer.

Ramses glanced at Arthur.

Oh, right, Master Ya is here; the Emperor's birth personality can't get through.

squeak~
"What's wrong?"

A few seconds later, Karna, who was still using his powers to recharge himself, entered the room carrying the Emperor's Sword.

"What happened? The Emperor ordered me to bring over the Emperor's Sword."

"never mind."

Guilliman glanced at the imperial statue above him and sighed.

"Let's talk about the issue of revising numerology, and put a relevant set of regulations into the constitution."

He believed it.

This is not superstition; it is an objective fact.

It's science!
"Ao, then you can take care of this for me while you're at it."

Realizing he had made a wasted trip, Karna simply pulled out a bunch of unorganized grassroots information.

This includes basic information such as name, citizen identification number, gender, age, ethnicity, and education level.

It even includes economic data such as an individual's employment status, income level, social security, housing conditions, and living expenditure structure, recording the reasons for migration, the experience of migration, and the changes in the population distribution of various jobs in a star region.

They even collected the policy demands of the empire's subjects, providing a basis for more detailed development policies.

This includes not only the planets under the jurisdiction of the five special zones in the Limit Starfield, but also other starfields, even reaching as far as the border of the Macarius Expedition. The details and timeliness of the information make it easy to analyze the actual conditions of the local planets through this complex but extremely detailed data.

It's like a massive survey that's always going on.

Guilliman had always found it strange that the Dawn Sector had AI, and it was also acceptable for other special districts to have a large number of Astartes government officials. So where did this detailed information come from?

Just as he judged Dawnwing, although these brothers' actions were outrageous, those outrageous actions were all under their direct control, and their character made up for it well.

Therefore, the Dawnwing wouldn't be so outrageous as to allow star systems too far from the Primarch to be built on AI, or to become a one-man show of the Astartes, so that those rulers with extraordinary wisdom could create an extraordinary spectacle for them.

Guilliman sensed something was wrong, and his political instincts made him want to question the accuracy of the information, but experience told him it wasn't fake.

This level of control at the grassroots level is really exaggerated.

"Oh, this."

Seeing Guilliman's puzzled expression, Karna, the only one not working and slacking off by slurping strawberry cream ice cream, paused slightly and spoke up:

"You should know that my current position in the team is a sub-god of the subspace, and also one of only three beings in the empire who have been legally deified and are promoting the doctrine, right?"

"know."

Guilliman nodded, his mind still racing, rapidly processing the information and beginning to supplement the contents of the Imperial Code once again.

Romulus and Arthur were assisting from the side.

Although he felt uncomfortable that the state religion was derived from Luojia, it was a necessary measure, and Guilliman had no objection to it.

"Because of the existence of the subspace, if the people of the Empire are devout enough—that is, if their emotions are extreme enough—then their voices can truly be received by the 'gods' they believe in, and they can respond accordingly. This is also why the four gods can use this to stir up trouble in the material world."

Karna explained the principles of information transmission.

"clear."

Guilliman nodded again.

So what's the use of this principle?

"In the process of promoting the Angelic Doctrine, we added a requirement to the doctrine that prayers should include the recipient's name, occupation, age, and address."

"Because the lower classes of the human empire are generally suffering, and because I can actually manifest and pay them back wages for their labor, the believers' piety and the accuracy of their information are very high. In addition, the doctrine encourages labor for a better life, which can further promote productivity. So there is no need to worry about them kowtowing to me every day and causing production to be neglected."

When it comes to serious matters, Karna is still quite intelligent; it's just that there are too many clever people in the group, so he doesn't have the time to think about these things.

"Ultimately, this information will be transmitted to my divine realm through prayer, and then processed by professionals to ensure our control over the situation at the grassroots level of the empire."

So how did such precise grassroots data come about?
Guilliman's expression hardened again.

How many times has this happened? Such actions that challenge his values ​​and beliefs.

These guys are simply—

What a genius!

Why is it that even though the Astartes Codex has been abandoned, the State Religion's Sacred Words and Numerology are still shining brightly in the human empire?
Who exactly is the loyalist?
(End of this chapter)