Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

Chapter 140 There are still friends

Roche discovered that these Space Wolves were not nearly as savage as they appeared.

Although they were one of the noble Astartes Legion, they made themselves like barbarians, eating raw meat and drinking blood, and the beast furs they wore as decorations were not even nitrated or deodorized.

But judging from the statement of the wolf leader named Faffnnar, his logic is clear and his thinking is meticulous. He uses Magnus' betrayal as an introduction point to prove the necessity and justice of his actions.

Who is a true barbarian who would claim the moral high ground so logically?

The barbarians of ancient Terra were not like this. Their brains, which had no ability to think, could only think about where to rape and plunder next and how to indulge their primitive desire for killing.

"These Astartes are really interesting. Space Wolves and White Scars, are they disguising themselves as barbarians to gain an advantage in the war? Or is it the influence of the culture of their home planet?"

"Space Vikings, Space Mongols, and Space Romans."

Look at the Thousand Sons and the Iron Warriors, aren’t they just replicas of ancient Egypt and ancient Greece? Luo Xi feels inexplicably familiar with these things.

Luo Xi didn't know why the genius emperor designed this to revive the culture that had long been swept into the garbage dump of history in the 31st millennium.

Did this give him some special sense of accomplishment?

Faffnir rolled his eyes and continued his statement.

"Given what has happened, more than one Primarch has chosen to fall and rebel. This number is even close to half." The Space Wolf asked Guilliman, "My Lord, what do you think this means?"

Guilliman did not reply, and the Wolf continued to speak those very offensive words.

"This means that everyone has the potential to fall. Terra is about to lose trust in the Primarch. Therefore, we, the Space Wolves, have received an order from Chancellor Malcador: every child of the Emperor needs a Space Wolf hunting pack to monitor him."

"unacceptable."

After hearing the insulting words from the Space Wolves, even Roshi felt that these Space Huskies were too brave.

No, it's more like courting death than being brave.

What's the difference between their behavior and getting close to the primarch and accusing him of betrayal sooner or later?

If it were any other Primarch, I'm afraid these wolf cubs' heads would have flown off.

"What are you monitoring?" Guilliman's Qi-cultivation skills were first-rate, and he could even tolerate the wolves continuing their statements.

"Watch for signs of rebellion. If we find any suspicion of foul play, then we can only..."

The Space Wolves did not say what they would do if necessary, but everyone could hear the threat that could not be more obvious.

"You want to cut off my life? Wild Wolves?" Guilliman suddenly laughed.

The so-called lifeline is a term for life and soul in Fenris culture. Guilliman used the term from the Wolves' home planet to describe this moment.

Faffnir bared his teeth and he laughed too.

"Yes, this is the order of the Chancellor and the power granted by the Emperor. We all know that the Primarch is not invincible. For example, Ferrus Malus, or Angron who was killed by you, they are all lying on the red snow."

The Wolves' provocative words finally angered the Ever-Victorious Army who had remained silent behind them. In front of them, the ferocious Space Wolves looked petite and weak.

Faffnir never ignored these silent guards for a moment. He would not underestimate the Space Marines who served as the Primarch's guards in every legion, but these strange guys made the Wolves' bestial instincts completely unpredictable.

His instinct told him that if they started a conflict in this hall, they would most likely be killed one by one by these cousins.

"Put down your weapons!" Guilliman raised his hand, signaling his guards to remain calm.

"Master Guilliman, if you were in a closed room with my hunting pack without your guards, the consequences would be..."

Guilliman interrupted him, "Then you will be surrounded by me alone, son of Russ."

The Space Wolves smiled noncommittally and did not refute.

"Even if you take us all down, you won't get away with it, because we are the descendants of the executioner, and you will pay the price in blood."

"Please allow us to stay with you. It is our duty, sir."

Faffnir made his plea, which Guilliman rejected without question.

He didn't want to bring along this group of wolf cubs who might bite him at any time, but Guilliman still chose to respect them, respect the Wolf King and Prime Minister Malcador behind them.

"Then you stay in my lair. That's where I rest."

Both sides gave in a step, and Faffnir led the stinking wolves into the inner court of Guilliman's palace.

The last wave of troublesome visitors left, and only Guilliman and Roche, who was projected through the advent of Pharos, were left in the hall.

Guilliman waved to his victorious soldiers to wait outside the door. He wanted a quiet environment to calm down.

When the heavy door was closed, Guilliman sat heavily on the gorgeous but somewhat impractical chair.

It is actually not suitable for sitting and resting, and is even worse than an uncarved stone.

"How about it? Do you feel a little balanced after seeing me embarrassed?" Guilliman supported his forehead with his hand and said casually, "The Second Empire you envisioned before, I have to slowly turn it into a tangible entity, even though this is not my wish."

"You know, when I see you like this, I remember those people who used to put on a forced smile at the dinner table in order to discuss business." Luo Xi spoke.

"We called it socializing back then, and those people would drink alcohol desperately, competing to see who could drink more alcohol at the table. That stuff is a carcinogen for ordinary people."

"And you are socializing with these difficult Legionnaires, trying hard to win their approval and support."

"You are the account manager of Five Hundred World Co., Ltd., busy soliciting business and making connections for this company."

Roche's bizarre analogy made Guilliman smile, but there was no essential difference between the two.

As the thickest pillar in the Far East of the Galaxy, everyone is counting on him, and he must show his attitude and inclination, and try his best to unite and win over those forces that can be used.

"Thanks a lot."

Luo Xi suddenly uttered a word of comfort, which made Roboute stunned.

The lord of five hundred worlds, the demigod whose every move could influence the situation in the galaxy, had a complicated expression, including surprise, astonishment as if he didn't know how to react, and a hint of relief.

No one ever thanked him for his hard work except Ms. Euton.

Everyone is counting on him, hoping that he can shoulder the heavy responsibility and lead the power of the Five Hundred Worlds to take revenge on Horus, but who can he count on?

The Emperor was trapped on Terra, his brothers were missing, and Guilliman did not even know if they were dead or alive.

"Thank you, Roxie."

Guilliman only felt a warm current surge in his heart, and he suddenly felt very fortunate that in this terrible universe, he at least had a close friend who would say a word of comfort to him when he was tired.

What else could he expect?

Roxi saw Guilliman's reaction. Although he was tens of thousands of years older than Roboute, he thought he was still young in mentality.

"You know, Rob, when I woke up from my long sleep, I thought for a moment that I was the unluckiest person in the world."

"After seeing you, I realized that I wasn't the only one who was unlucky. There was another person who was even more unlucky than me. He was already overwhelmed by the responsibilities he was carrying. Thank you for making me feel more balanced."

Roche's projection was sitting on a chair nearby, and Fallows could even simulate the touch perfectly.

“The world I saw last second was still prosperous and developing. Although there were some potential conflicts and crises, they had not yet erupted, and a group of the most intelligent people were trying to resolve the conflicts.”

Luo Xi's eyes were full of memories of the good old days. "When I woke up, the passage of ten thousand years was just a moment for me. I saw that all the good things had disappeared."

"If I had died in that era, my impression of human beings would always be healthy and positive."

"And now, war, death, killing, these are the only things that make people sad. I am asking myself why I agreed to carry out this mission. Is there really any hope for this universe?"

Guilliman listened carefully. He did not care about the unfortunate fellow's words because it was the truth.

He especially liked listening to Luo Xi's stories about when humans were still in the civilized period, as if he could still gain some nourishment and gains from those things that had long passed.

He stubbornly believed that humans were supposed to be like that, and that the current human empire was nothing more than a product of the human species' twisted adaptation in order to survive in the cruel universe.

And he will work with all like-minded people to put things right.

Chapter 141 Eternal Curse

"A poet from ancient Terra once said: If I have never seen the light, I can endure the darkness. This is my state of mind when I come to this era."

Roche also spoke out his feelings and began to complain to Guilliman.

"I don't know why the galaxy has become like this. Wars, wars everywhere. Even humans themselves are fighting each other for different ideals."

Guilliman's hands clenched into fists.

"To survive, to satisfy desires, to kill for the sake of killing, this is the true face of this universe."

"So you think it's us, the younger generations, who messed up everything?" Guilliman asked. He was very sincere, and Roche liked this trait of his.

"No, no, you are just victims. The galaxy had already become like this when you were born." Luo Xi waved his hands to deny it. In any case, this blame should not be borne by today's humans.

He has seen clearly that what the Emperor did was not wrong, and that the only way for humans to survive in this galaxy today is to become so ignorant.

Human beings can give up those terrifying technologies, can become ignorant and stupid, can become fanatical and autistic, all for survival, as long as they can survive, everything is worth it.

"From the results, the Chief and his team failed, and humanity still headed down the path of no return. This is the beginning of the Dark Age of Technology. To the extent that you have even forgotten that humanity once had a period of pioneering, enterprising, and healthy progress."

"Robot, you have not seen the magnificent time when mankind relied on itself to move from the cradle to the galaxy. Those ignorant and weak mortals in your eyes actually created incomparable brilliant achievements in the past."

Even just listening to Roche's description, Guilliman yearned for that legendary era.

If he were in that era, he might not have to bear the burden he has now, but could find an undeveloped planet to live a carefree pioneering life.

"After listening to your description, I understand my father a little bit." Guilliman seemed to have figured something out and said to Roche: "After my father withdrew from the Great Crusade and returned to Terra, he stripped the Primarchs of their presence in the Terran Council and chose to leave the Empire to mortals to govern."

"My father, the Emperor of Mankind, believed that mortals could govern themselves. Perhaps this was related to the good old days he had experienced."

Speaking of the Emperor, Guilliman suddenly had an idea and asked another question.

He had always been curious in his heart, but he didn't know when to ask this question.

"Luo Xi, you have survived from the distant past of mankind until now, haven't you ever met my father? I know that my father was born tens of thousands of years before Christ. Logically speaking, you two once lived together on Terra, or on Earth, for a long time."

"The Earth is big, but it's also small. As long as the timeline is long enough, you will eventually meet. The probability of meeting on a planet is completely different from the probability of meeting in a galaxy."

Luo Xi was silent.

He wanted to deny it, but he didn't know if he had really seen the emperor.

According to the rare records in the Imperial Database, as well as the data on the war against the Greenskin Orc Empire in which the Emperor himself attended, the Human Emperor was a giant at least five to six meters tall, his body filled with psychic energy as dazzling as the sun.

But who says that the Emperor looked like this in the past? It is too easy for a psychic to change his appearance.

"I can't answer yes or no to this, Luo Bao." Luo Xi thought for a moment, but still couldn't give a definite answer.

Guilliman showed an expression of "as expected", as if he was even more certain of his assumption, and continued to ask.