Warhammer 40 Spring: Loyalty of the Multiverse

Chapter 204 Guilliman's Annoyance with the Pilgrims
Guilliman was somewhat bewildered. News had suddenly come from the Nakmond Corridor that there was unusual activity inside. It was highly likely that Abaddon's Black Legion was about to launch another attack.

This left him somewhat bewildered, because logically speaking, only about a hundred years had passed since the last Black Expedition.

Now, for some unknown reason, Abaddon is about to embark on another expedition. But judging from the scale of the expedition, he feels that Abaddon's goal this time is probably not that big.

Given the short timeframe, preparations were certainly insufficient. Moreover, the fleet size did not resemble the large-scale fleet operations of the past.

So he only dispatched about ten battle groups to the corridor for support, and also mobilized various supplies.

And this time, it's not as tense as before.

But now, he scratched his head, somewhat confused about what had happened. This report was sent directly from Red Earth Star at the entrance to Nakmonde Corridor.

The speed was incredibly fast; it was almost impossible to send it over in such a short time without completely destroying a Star Speakers choir of nearly 10,000 people.

Moreover, Guilliman was certain that his father had intervened in this matter. Otherwise, the information could not have arrived so quickly and remained so intact before him.

There's something unusual going on inside the corridor. Bastian Grix's intelligence information should have just been sent out.

I just don't know whether I'll receive it in the next second or in the previous second.
After all, due to the interference of the warp and chaos, the flow of time in that place is no longer proportional to the flow of time on the Empire's side.

So he's very worried!

If one cannot obtain accurate and specific information, then one cannot make a basic judgment on the situation and formulate a specific response strategy.

This is fucking awful!

Guilliman was speechless. He leaned back in his chair, tilting his head back and staring intently at the ceiling, which was decorated with gold and various sculptures and sacred words.

The long hours of working with his head down had caused him, the original body, to feel a soreness in his neck.

"My lord!" At that moment, a familiar and calm voice at the gate interrupted his daze. Jilu Ma straightened up and looked towards the gate.

There stood a tall giant, clad in golden armor with a helmet as pointed as a corn cob.

Oh... the Imperial Guard!
And he was also the Marshal of the Imperial Guard... Trajan Valloris.

Guilliman stood up, his expression calm, even somewhat indifferent, as he looked at Trajan Valloris, who had walked up to him and bowed. "What is it, Marshal Trajan?"

As the father of a Guilliman Astartes Ultramarines, he naturally sided with the Astartes. To be honest, he didn't really like these Guards.

After all, these guards were all created by his father one by one before he sat on the Golden Throne.

This led to the Primarchs' immense arrogance, and they always looked down on his offspring. Even he, the Primarch, was despised by the Primarchs during the Great Crusade, just like his brothers. But he knew why; after all, half of his brothers had betrayed the Empire, a betrayal far too devastating, almost tearing the entire Empire to pieces.

They even put their father on the golden throne, turning him into the living dead he is now.

Based on the ideas his mother had taught him, if he were in her shoes, he probably would have done the same. And he would have been even more ruthless than these imperial guards.

"My lord has ordered that the Regent should go there!" Trajan said coldly, then stood quietly waiting for the Regent's response.

Guilliman sighed at the sight and walked toward where his father was, with Imperial Guards patrolling everywhere along the way.

Upon arriving, he stopped in his tracks, looking at Trajan behind him with some confusion. Pointing to the dense crowd of pilgrims approaching the emperor in the distance, he asked in bewilderment, "Why are there so many more again?"

Guilliman disliked the state church personnel who came to pay homage to his father. However, he had to admit that the state church's existence was deeply ingrained in the very marrow of the empire.

Trying to remove it is like scraping the bone from a person's entire body to remove poison; they might as well just wait to die!
So ever since he learned that his father had ascended that damned throne and was undergoing changes due to the power of faith from all the people of the entire empire, his heart had been torn apart.

So, during a meeting, an order was issued to reduce the number of people coming to the pilgrimage.

After all, these were fervent believers in the Emperor's faith. Their prayers, delivered every moment, imbued the Emperor with a power of faith far more refined and profound than that of ordinary people.

He knew all too well that the state religion had deviated from the emperor's original intention of refusing to be called a god. This kind of ignorant theocracy could easily lead to chaotic corruption and the emergence of conspiracies and intrigues.

However, he was powerless to take a drastic approach and could only gradually reform the state religion's power structure through the "Restraint Order" to bring it under the empire's administrative control.

However, as the original being, he was unable to truly see the impact of the state religion on the lower classes. This is a common human failing; after standing in one class position for a long time, one naturally cannot understand or see what kind of life other classes lead.

"Your Majesty the Regent! The decree has been implemented, but there's still some time before the official implementation date. Pilgrims who have received the news are flocking to Terra during this time. As a result, Luna's quarantine zone is already overflowing, forcing the opening of several other quarantine zones." Turajin expressed his helplessness, finding the situation quite exasperating. The influx of pilgrims has already made Luna's quarantine zone, Newport, extremely crowded.

This phenomenon also indicates that a large portion of the resources of defense facilities and traffic management organizations throughout the solar system are being consumed by these pilgrims.

For example, the Solar System Traffic Control Center, the Silent Sisters' psychic shielding field, and the Navy's investigation and the identification of the Mountain Array.

These are just a few of the more important areas; you can imagine how crowded the other places are.

Guilliman was clearly aware of the problem, and his face once again showed annoyance. He had been furious when he awoke to find so many pilgrims occupying the Empire's defensive facilities and administrative resources throughout the solar system after his awakening.

Even though it was raised at a meeting, a restraint order had already been passed, and the corrupt state education system was being purged in preparation for deep reforms.

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(End of this chapter)