Warhammer 40 Spring: Loyalty of the Multiverse

Chapter 205 Kiri's Shock!
So he brought it up, but he didn't expect such a strong reaction. Even the head nun, Morwenwal, whom he had promoted because of her integrity, opposed the matter.

Although not that intense, it made him realize the immense resistance this matter faced.

It wasn't until Trajan's final statement that the matter gradually moved forward. Although a timeframe was set, who could have imagined that this decision would have such a significant impact in such a short period of time?

It must be understood that this is a critical period for the empire, with war raging everywhere and all government orders needing to be delivered as quickly as possible.

But now this group of guys is actually taking up so many of the empire's resources.

"Get them out of here immediately!" Guilliman roared angrily at Trajan behind him, feeling absolutely no sympathy for these blindly loyal guards.

Especially now, these Imperial Guards still have that indifferent attitude. Coupled with the recent news of the Nakmonde Corridor, he almost wanted to rush in and wipe out all these bastards with his power sword.

Since he awoke and assumed the position of regent of the empire, his berserk state has been a recurring theme in his life.

So much so that even some of his sons who guarded him became extremely cautious in his presence.

"Yes, sir!" The Ever Victorious Army (stretcher guards) behind him quickly sent a group of men to drive away the pilgrims.

But after taking only ten steps or so, Guilliman forcibly stopped him again. Taking a few deep breaths to regain his composure and rationality, he realized that forcibly driving away these pilgrims would be counterproductive.

This could easily cause chaos in Terra, and if these ignorant religious believers are not handled properly and cause chaos, it could easily give those Chaos Demons an opportunity to take advantage.

So he decided to let them go their way, since the final date for banning pilgrimages had already been set.

"Father!" Guilliman knelt on one knee to pay his respects, then looked up at the emperor sitting on the golden throne on the high steps, and felt a pang of pain in his heart.

Trajan, who had led the way, couldn't help but feel a slight dissatisfaction upon hearing Guilliman's address.

However, he didn't say much, but turned and left to fulfill his duty, in order to prevent anyone from infiltrating and eavesdropping on unnecessary matters.

"Guilliman, my pride!"

"I'm sorry, my child!"

"Loyal offspring, you will continue the entire human empire!" Countless chaotic voices flooded Guilliman's mind in an instant. This made him break out in a cold sweat.

These languages, interwoven with light and fire, allowed Guilliman to instantly receive countless names, instructions, and methods of command.

Even a vast amount of profound knowledge, as well as various multi-dimensional information that he couldn't understand or even know how to express, was flooding into his mind.

The needle-like pain was something even he, as the original body, couldn't withstand for a while.

"What do you want me to do this time?" Taking a deep breath, he looked at the emperor, who sat on the golden throne and looked like a dried corpse, and asked directly to the core issue.

"You did a good job!"

"Ghoul Starfield...Support!"

"Iron Radiance Cyclokto...the new...key!"

"Who is he? In the Ghoul Starfield? But right now, the Nakmonde Corridor is under control, and I can't provide large-scale support there!" Guilliman was somewhat at a loss for words after hearing these questions. First of all, he didn't know why his father wanted him to go and support the Ghoul Starfield.

It's important to understand that this place is completely unsuitable for modern humans to live in. It's teeming with alien creatures, and the turbulence and vortexes of the warp are everywhere in that star system.

Only a handful of battle groups were there carrying out missions personally assigned by the Emperor. The last sentence, that unfamiliar name, forced him to suppress the unease in his mind and search his memories as quickly as possible.

But he found nothing about this name, not even from the moment he was born until now. All his memories resurfaced, and after several confirmations, the final answer was always the same: no such person exists.

"His...critical...survival...at any cost!"

This sudden cacophony of voices startled Guilliman. He knew that in their limited interactions with the Emperor in the past...

The emperor's responses to him were often a series of replies from various fragments of his personality, each offering a different perspective.

For example, he has a father-like personality, and there he makes no attempt to hide his guilt towards his son.

And that strategist's character affirmed his actions and explained to him how to continue leading the empire forward.

And then there was his majesty as the God-Emperor and the harsh orders he received.

Now, so many personalities and deities have merged into one, uniformly explaining to him this unknown being.

He was tasked with protecting this being named Tie Hui Saihua Octo with all his might, and with protecting him at any cost.

Knowing a part of his father's personality, he fully understood what it meant to be ruthless and willing to sacrifice even himself, including the emperor sitting on the golden throne, if necessary.

"Is he in the Ghoul Starfield right now?" Guilliman froze the moment he finished asking, because he thought of Abaddon's unusual Black Expedition.

And the abrupt change in the Nachmond Corridor.

"Is he in the Rakmond Corridor right now?" Leman disregarded all etiquette, took a step forward, looked up at the emperor sitting on the golden throne, whose body was pierced by countless pipes, and asked loudly.

"My son...my pride!"

"As soon as possible...at any cost!"

"Full force... without a doubt!"

"My final effort and dedication!"

The father's personality, the strategist's personality, and the God-Emperor's personality took turns responding to the first three sentences. Finally, they converged once more, unifying to utter the final sentence.

This left Guilliman frozen in place, his exceptional breathing even drowning out all other sounds.

"Can he save you?" Guilliman could no longer contain himself and asked, his last ounce of effort and sacrifice. This question meant that the Emperor had reached his wit's end.

This man named Iron Glory Cyclokto will be the key to saving the Emperor.

"The Empire...human civilization!"

As countless individual personalities merged once more and uttered those words, the chaotic voices in Guilliman's mind vanished instantly.

Guilliman knew that the Emperor had severed his connection with him. But the knowledge and historical images that remained in his mind, etched into his memory, drove him into a state of unbelievable madness.

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(End of this chapter)