Simultaneous Journey: Starting from Holy Terra

Killman looked up at Ye Ming.

"and you……"

"I can't go back. I don't know how I got here, and I don't know what to do."

"..."

"Ahem." Guilliman coughed, his movements anticipated, and said, "I won't ask that question anymore. My father has been watching you. He saw the red in your heart. Your will can draw power, which is enough to prove your loyalty."

"I hope you can answer my next question honestly and directly."

Guilliman's expression was serious as he asked, "What is your view of the current state of the Empire? If you were to take power, where would you begin? If given authority, where would you start to transform the Empire?"

Ye Ming was not surprised by Guilliman's question.

He had already asked these questions to others, and Ye Ming had also read this passage when he read the novel in his previous life.

Upon learning of the Empire's current state, Guilliman felt grief, anger, and despair; he even wanted to question his father about why things had come to this.

Then he stood up again, hiding his vulnerability.

Because he believed himself to be the only living Primarch, the last pillar of humanity and the Empire!

If he too falls, if he too despairs, then destruction will be what awaits humanity...

But in the end, he will still stand up, because he has witnessed the most rational and beautiful era of the human empire!

Since these successors were able to fight hard during the darkest of times, there is no reason why the original creator would lose his will to fight!

and so--

Ye Ming took a deep breath and met Killieman's gaze.

In that instant, Ye Ming felt that Guilliman had seen through his heart, or rather, that both of them shared the same understanding deep down!

"An emperor is not a god."

A simple sentence made Killieman stand up from his seat.

"Stop."

He sternly stopped Ye Ming, and the invisible pressure pressed down on him, causing Ye Ming to lose control of his mouth and vocal cords in an instant.

Even the words he had just spoken dissipated under Killieman's aura, leaving not a sound.

Guilliman looked at Ye Ming, who met the Primarch's gaze without fear.

"He is my father, the great Lord of mankind, the Emperor of the Empire! His great achievements are engraved on stone tablets that can encircle the entire galaxy, and he led mankind to greatness once again."

"Killiman said, his eyes, which gleamed with golden light, fixed on Ye Ming.

Ye Ming could feel the fury within, the flames of an emperor.

As a fire ignited in Guilliman's heart, the Emperor's sword also emitted a dazzling light at the same time.

Guilliman questioned:

"You think he's not good enough for you?"

For a fleeting moment, Ye Ming felt as if he were engulfed in the God Emperor's blazing flames, the intense burning sensation vividly etched in his memory.

The flames burning in Guilliman's heart had completely enveloped him.

At this moment, Ye Ming felt a fear that if he admitted it, he would be burned to ashes.

Ye Ming moved his lips, and after realizing he could speak, he stared at Guilliman and said, word by word, "Humanity has never needed the leadership of God."

"It is one person's great achievement, a group of people's great journey, and a magnificent epic written by mankind."

Ye Ming said softly:

"Things without God are none of God's business."

silence.

When Ye Ming, undeterred by the pressure exerted by Guilliman, spoke his true thoughts, Guilliman remained silent for a long time.

After a long while, the golden light in Guilliman's eyes faded, and the pure and holy flames subsided temporarily.

He sat down and then smiled.

His smile was genuine, without pretense or concealment.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Guilliman's laughter echoed through Markugla and reverberated through the subspace, causing waves and storms.

The gazes that had been silent for a while turned back, puzzled by Guilliman's laughter.

Primarch Forgrim, who had already taken action, frowned slightly; Magnus, the demon prince who was just about to make his move, took out a tarot card with a gloomy expression, looked at the twisted and changing threads of fate, gritted his teeth and let out a sharp cry.

Mortalian, the demonic principality who had just been enraged, was further provoked by his former brother's hearty laughter. His anger stirred up a storm once more, but was overwhelmed by the influence of that laughter.

The loving father, who was stirring the juice, raised his head slightly, as if he had seen a delicious candy. He stuck out his long tongue and licked the pustules on his face. He wanted to personally prepare a new soup to celebrate that strange will.

The will of Khorne descends once more, and this time, a noble demon lord appears, carrying Khorne's will, to personally greet her "groom"...

……

Killieman laughed heartily for a long time.

Finally, he stopped and reached out to wipe away the tears of joy that had welled up in his eyes from laughing continuously.

"Don't tell anyone else until I figure out the state of the empire."

Guilliman said earnestly to Ye Ming, "Now, tell me your thoughts."

Ye Ming nodded and said, "What humanity needs is not just survival, but also hope and motivation to survive..."

Ye Ming and Guilliman discussed many things, from the reconstruction and popularization of knowledge, breaking down the inefficient feudal system, reforming the tradition that local churches were above all else, restoring rational thinking, and reshaping humanity's spirit of exploration...

Ye Ming’s points resonated deeply with Guilliman, but Guilliman believed that things needed to be done gradually.

Ten thousand years is too long and too much time for change to occur. Many things are deeply rooted and cannot be completely removed in a short period of time.

Knowing this, Ye Ming returned to the basics at the end of the conversation and put forward his demands in a down-to-earth manner.

"I hope to be down-to-earth, start with a small team, plant the seeds of ideas, and wait for them to sprout."

Killman looked at him with appreciation. "Very good. Being down-to-earth is the most basic quality. I will make the suggestion to Wardos."

"Thank you, sir."

"If you don't mind, you can call me by the name you used in your stories in private—" Guilliman said, "Perhaps we are the only ones who still possess human reason these days..."

Ye Ming shook his head and said, "It's not time yet, sir."

Ye Ming didn't say much, because they weren't the only ones who still possessed human rationality and didn't consider emperors to be "gods."

Ye Ming left Guilliman's sanctuary. After Ye Ming left, Guilliman dismissed everyone and stood alone in the sanctuary, looking at the portraits hanging on the walls.

The most eye-catching figure was the one sitting on the golden throne.

"Father, you have failed your sons, and we have failed you; our arrogance and vanity have built this empire, and we have failed humanity—"

"Horus claims you intend to become a god and used this as a pretext to launch a rebellion. Doesn't the state of the empire today invite his gloating laughter?"

"Not long ago, I was still angry at myself for being alive—because I had given everything to you, to them."

Guilliman looked at the portrait, his voice calm, yet filled with an overwhelming sense of despair, sorrow, and pain.

"But look at what they've done to our dreams! On the bloated, corrupt remnant of the empire, not a trace of reason or hope can be seen anymore; only fear, hatred, and ignorance keep this shell moving and twisting!"

"Even if we all perish in the flames of Horus's ambition, it's better than living to witness it all!"

"We failed before, but it's never too late—"

"Humanity has not abandoned us, has not forgotten us; there is still fire, there is still hope!"

Killieman looked out the window, watching the construction crew and the farmers in the fields below.

People are working tirelessly to heal the wounds of war; Ultramarines stand guard on the city walls with pride and honor; and civilians are grateful that their homes still exist, hoping that the legendary Lord of Ultramar will lead them to a better life.

They are children of this dark age, whose lives have seen nothing but hardship, suffering, and endless conflict.

Despite this, they fought on relentlessly, remaining undaunted even when surrounded by enemies!

And this time, they have another variable—

"But hope remains."

Killieman turned to look at his father's portrait, as if speaking to him, or perhaps to himself.

"I will stand up and help my people rebuild the light of reason and hope. One day, we will mourn the dead, plan for reconstruction, and create the future!"

"And before that, we will make those traitors and the offspring of Chaos pay the price for betraying and toying with our people!"