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"Although I don't know my father very well, I know that he has personally participated in many important historical events. You may have met my father, but you don't know that he is the emperor."

"In your statements, you always mention a man named the Chief. I have never seen you worship a mortal to such an extent, and your worship is very consistent with our Primarch's worship of the Emperor."

"Tell me, is the chief you know an identity of my father?"

Roche was stunned by Guilliman's imagination. He wanted to refute it, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed impossible.

The Chief had led many major technological advances. It was he who improved the subspace engine and the Geller stand, making the superluminal means invented by early humans fully mature. He also participated in the scientific research projects of making stone men and iron men. His wisdom is difficult to describe as that of a mortal.

If this is possible...the Chief is that fucking Emperor.

Luo Xi couldn't help but shudder. That was really a terrible fact.

But Luo Xi quickly found a point to refute. He said: "Although our guesses are just assumptions, based on my understanding of the Chief, if he created you Primarchs, he would never treat you like this."

"The Emperor may be impeccable in other aspects, but I cannot agree with him at all in his treatment of you sons. He is an extremely bad father.

He completely failed in his duty to raise and discipline his son, and all he did was to throw his son into the dangerous galaxy and let him fend for himself. The Chief would not make such a stupid mistake."

"The galaxy is now engulfed in the flames of betrayal, and a large part of the reason is your father. He is not worthy of being a father at all, and the conflicts within your family are causing the entire human race to pay the price."

Guilliman's eloquence was choked by Roche's sharp criticism, because as long as he looked at it from a sufficiently objective perspective, the Emperor was indeed not a good father.

"Okay, okay, let's skip this assumption and talk about something else. In the tens of thousands of years you have lived, don't you have any family or descendants?"

"I have seen other immortals before. In a sense, my father, the Emperor, Malcador the Sigillite, is an immortal and a powerful psychic. Why don't you have any psychic powers?"

"I always thought that immortals must be psykers."

Roche discovered that Guilliman's curiosity was too strong. Although he always looked serious on the surface, once you got to know him well, you would find that Guilliman was actually a person with a very active mind.

Speaking of family, Luo Xi was a little dazed, because the concept represented by this word was too old.

"Luo Bao, of course I also had a family. Every human being is conceived by parents, but I am the only special one."

"I was forgotten by time. When I was fifty, I found that I still looked like I was twenty. I knew that aging had nothing to do with me. My family members left me one by one as time passed."

"As for lovers, of course I have fallen in love with someone before, and we have also had our own children, but time seems to have played a joke on me, and they all left me."

These memories all stopped at the beginning of Luo Xi's long life. After he experienced the departure of his loved ones one by one, he never had any emotion called love for any individual again.

"This is the sorrow of people like us. Not getting old is not a gift, but a curse. We will endure more love, hate, and separation than ordinary people, and then as time goes by, the memory of mortal brains will become blurred and faded, as if nothing had happened."

Luo Xi did not feel particularly sad when talking about these things, because no matter how strong the sadness was, it would have faded away after being washed away by thousands of years.

His memory was slightly better than that of ordinary people, but he couldn't even remember exactly what happened at that time.

Guilliman felt uneasy, realizing that he might have asked an inappropriate question, touching upon the painful memories of his only friend in order to satisfy his own curiosity.

But Luoxi continued talking to himself. When the floodgates of memory opened, those long-forgotten fragments of memory were likely to flood back again.

"Regarding psychic powers, I also cannot answer you. If all the immortals you have met have psychic powers of varying strengths, then what about me? Where is my psychic power? Where did it go?"

"Perhaps you are an exception, or perhaps your spiritual power has been taken away."

Guilliman consoled him, "Anyway, for the vast majority of psykers, psykers are also a curse. Psykers are more susceptible to corruption and invasion by the Warp. In this case, it's a good thing that you're not a psyker."

Luo Xi spread his hands and stared at this organism that had been with him for ten thousand years. Could it be that he also had psychic powers?

Chapter 142 Big Mining Plan

Roche and Guilliman chatted in the audience room for several hours.

Their topics were completely unstructured, ranging from interesting anecdotes from the early days of human exploration to the irritating and foolish behavior of the empire.

But it is this kind of chat, where they talk about whatever comes to mind, that benefits both of them.

To outsiders, both of them are favored sons of heaven with lofty status and extraordinary power. Roche is a remnant of the Golden Age and the gravekeeper of human heritage, while Guilliman is the Emperor's biological son and a true demigod walking on earth.

Each of them possesses the lost technology that is supreme in the eyes of the Mechanicus, and any bit of it would be enough to defeat the Shadow Crusade launched by the traitors in Five Hundred Worlds.

The other was a bona fide Primarch, sovereign of five hundred worlds, whose every word and action determined the fate of hundreds of billions of people.

But putting aside those dazzling halos, only they themselves know that they are actually just a real unlucky guy.

Luo Xi guards the heritage of mankind, but he is very careful and dares not move it, for fear of making mistakes.

He has always maintained restraint and balance, using AI technology as safely as possible, because he is afraid that the tragedy of the Iron Man Rebellion will happen again, and that because of his negligence, humanity will be completely kicked into the grave and buried with a handful of soil.

And Guilliman, he seems to possess supreme power second only to the Emperor, and even now that the galaxy is blocked by the Storm of Destruction, he can become a genuine monarch of the Second Empire.

But only his servants and servitors knew that Guilliman had hardly slept since the Battle of Calth. He only had five minutes to close his eyes and take a nap, which was not even enough time for him to take off his armor.

There were endless documents and plans that needed his approval. Even if he finished dealing with a room full of documents, more would be delivered by the robot servants.

As for the war, when facing Angron and Lorgar, and the terrifying demons they summoned, only Guilliman himself could prevent the Ultramarines from suffering unbearable losses.

Every battle, even for a powerful Primarch, is a walk on the tightrope between life and death.

Ordinary planetary governors might have time and energy to indulge in entertainment, but for Guilliman, every minute and every second of his time was planned to the extreme. His greatest happiness might be to chat with Roche for a while after meeting with the legion representatives.

These two people are the unlucky ones who seem glamorous in the entire galaxy, but are actually suffocating under the pressure on their shoulders.

They cannot escape, and once they can't hold on, hundreds of billions of human beings will suffer a catastrophic disaster.

"After chatting about so much meaningless things, I almost forgot the purpose of looking for you this time."

After some casual chatting, Luo Xi finally remembered that he still had something to do.

He couldn't get away from Sosa, and even if Trazyn told him the information, it would still take a long time and a lot of effort to conquer the materialistic artifact of Pharos.

Roche briefly informed Guilliman of what had happened on Pharos. Although he omitted much about Trazyn, he gave a detailed account of the Necrons.

"For now, we should not provoke this alien race. Humanity, which is currently in the midst of a brutal civil war, cannot afford to have another enemy that was once the overlord of the galaxy."

"If the Necrons had not been in a long state of slumber, and a considerable number of them had not been damaged due to the long slumber, the Great Crusade of mankind might still be in a difficult battle now."

If other people heard what Luo Xi said, they would probably accuse him of being cowardly before fighting and appeasing the aliens.

The Great Crusade was a sweep and revenge against the aliens in the entire galaxy. Humans regarded the aliens that occupied the former human heritage as mortal enemies, and even the rebellious legions abided by this.

"I understand that even if we want to take action against the Necrons, we have to wait until the war is over. From your description, those guys who have been sleeping for more than 60 million years are at least far superior to humans in terms of technology. It is better not to provoke them."

Guilliman is a very rational person most of the time, which also allows him to listen to some advice that may not seem right.

"What do you need me to do? We must create our own Pharos. Relying on alien creations will cause problems sooner or later."

Guilliman completely put aside those theoretical parts. He did not need to figure them out by himself. Moreover, his several collaborations with Roche had proved one thing: he only needed to provide the necessary conditions according to Roche's requirements.

Whenever he asked for something, Roche would always take something useful out of his pocket.

Guilliman certainly didn't know that his actions had made him appear in Roxi's eyes the same as a virtual image of a man named Nobita Nobi from Ancient Terra.

"Nobi Guilliman, I need blackstone ore. The Necromancer Overlord only gave me a few coordinates containing blackstone ore, and most of the blackstone ore is not in the Ultima Segmentum."

Roche quickly added a prefix before Guilliman's name, and he read it over in a very fast tone. The Primarch just felt a little strange.

The key component of Pharos is black stone, and humans cannot avoid this magical mineral material in any way.

"In addition, Black Stone is also an excellent psychic material. When its polarity is changed, Black Stone can become a subspace insulator, which has a strong suppressive power against those malicious beings from the Sea of ​​Souls."

Luo Xi had previously worked hard to study ways to fight against the subspace. He even went to great lengths to search for soulless people in the Extreme Star Field and form a special force specifically against enemies in the subspace.

"I understand. I will order the Ultramarines, the Rogue Traders, and the Mechanicus's Oilers to conduct a census of the planets in the Ultramarine. We must find enough Blackrock ore even if we have to dig deep underground."

Because of Roche's words, Guilliman mobilized most of the human and material resources of the Five Hundred Worlds. After this one-minute conversation, hundreds of billions of people will be withdrawn from the original production plan and transferred to the task of finding the Black Stone.

The person in a high position can determine the success or failure of a country with just one word.

Luo Xi added: "By the way, if you find some unnatural traces in the black stone mine you find, then you should immediately give up the excavation, set up a cordon around it, and withdraw all human exploration teams. The Necrons like to use a lot of black stone to build their tomb worlds."

"If we dig up the graves and wake up the Necrons, we'll be in big trouble. The Necrons don't have a complete empire framework. Independent Necromancer dynasties make up the whole race. I don't know if they will give Trazyn a favor."

Even from its experience with the owner of the Solomons Museum, it may be notorious among its own species.

Guilliman agreed readily, but he couldn't help feeling a little guilty as he said it.

If he strictly forbids it, those mechanics of the Adeptus Mechanicus... should, may, probably, maybe, they will obey, right?

Although there are some alien races that have been dormant for tens of millions of years and are suspected to have completed mechanical ascension in those precious black stone mines, their bodies, their civilization tombs, and their remaining technology are stored in the black stone tombs.

Out of loyalty to the Imperium and their Primarch, these Mechanicus nerds should be able to reject their own desire for exploration and knowledge, and exercise restraint towards those Necron aliens that are right before their eyes and have even been instructed by the Primarch... right?

Guilliman could only hope that the Great Sage Barker Dylan, the Director of Forging of the Five Hundred Worlds, could control his disciples and ask them to restrain their desire for exploration as much as possible and not touch the sleeping undead.

"It's really a headache. The oil guys and the Empire are just partners. I just hope the trouble they cause me won't be too big."

Chapter 143 The Done Done

There was a sound from the door of the reception hall, and Guilliman reacted. This wonderful time of chatting had to come to an end for the time being.

The Lord of Five Hundred Worlds sorted out his mental state and became a rational and wise king again.

Roche's projection followed behind him, and Guilliman opened the tightly closed door. Lady Euden and Titus Prieto had been waiting at the door for a long time.

"Good day, Lord Roshi." Prieto had apparently already learned from his friends in the Ever-Victorious Army that Roshi had returned to Macragge, although in the form of some kind of projection.

Roxie said hello, then greeted Ms. Euden.

"It's been a long time since we last met. Can we chat while we walk?" Ms. Yuton was still as elegant and calm as ever, but she was dissatisfied with the smell at the door.

"Those Space Wolves stink—"

"Be careful with your words, lady." Guilliman could see that Lady Euden didn't like the wolves very much, but he couldn't help but defend the Sons of Russ.

"I heard that they came here to monitor you? To monitor a loyal Primarch, a monarch of five hundred worlds?" Lady Euton said dissatisfiedly.

She certainly wouldn't show her dissatisfaction because of some strange smell. She was dissatisfied with those Space Wolves. That was a shameful act of suspicion and centrifugalism.

"That's enough. Faffnir is an honest man. He did not hide his mission, nor did he try to evade his responsibilities. We should respect them. After all, there is nothing we cannot do."

Lady Euden was speechless after being told this. She simply came to Roche's side and complained about Guilliman's problems to her son's best friend.

The Primarch's appointed think tank, Titus Prieto, continued, "My lord, you should still be cautious. Faffnir is an honest man, but he is also a very stubborn guy. Once he sees that we have made a mistake, or are about to make a mistake, he will act rashly due to excessive caution."

"The news about Prospero has reached us. There is no doubt that the wolves will remain cautious about similar things. If there are some very sensitive signs, he may make mistakes again."

"They would rather kill a thousand people by mistake than let one go."

Guilliman looked at his Librarian with blue eyes, and he heard the hidden meaning.