Warhammer: I don’t want to become an evil god!!

The importance of Faith is self-evident.

It can be used to improve skills or temporarily boost strength.

Previously, they fought against powerful demons such as Skabrand, Carlos, and Malabas.

Qin Yun only managed to fight those great demons on equal terms by consuming faith points to increase his strength.

His faith points come partly from quest rewards and partly from the devout followers who believe in him.

The faith points that are now awarded to players when tasks are released are all paid for by Qin Yun.

Only after a region has been successfully managed will the emperor settle accounts with him and share the region's faith with him.

This is clearly a contractor system.

After Qin Yun finished praying to the emperor's sculpture,

A hole of light opened,

The cherubim flew out and handed a box to Qin Yun.

This is his reward for completing the mission to save the Calesis Sector.

This box, like the previous ones, features the double-headed eagle emblem and flame symbol.

It's just that the volume is much smaller than the last time.

"Such a small box, could the reward be a bomb gun?"

Qin Yun examined the box with anticipation in his eyes.

He placed his hand on the box.

A shimmering light appeared, and pleasant mechanical sounds emanated from inside the box.

The door was then slowly opened, revealing the goods inside.

A golden weeping mask was fixed to a soft silk mat.

The tears were blood-red, standing out starkly against the gold-based mask.

Qin Yun: "…………"

Isn't this a crying mask?

The symbol of Saint Gillespie.

Ah, no!

The Emperor really wants me to be the second Saint Gillespie?!

Once he put this on, apart from his hair, he really looked no different from Saint Gilles.

Qin Yun reached out and picked up the weeping mask. It was heavy and could block the detection of spiritual energy.

It is clearly made of some special material.

Once worn, the person behind the mask will never know their true appearance.

"Are they playing a game of fake Saint Gillespie?"

Qin Yun thought of the Second Empire.

In response to Coz's assassination attempt, the Holy Blood Guard created San Gillenor.

They started playing a game of real and fake Saint Gillespie.

The one on the Golden Throne who made himself impersonate Saint Gillespie must be up to no good!

Are you suggesting I use myself as bait to lure those four evil gods?

(Emperor: "My lords, we failed to snag Saint Gilles last time, but this time we have a brand new one, with just as beautiful wings.")

Qin Yun tried on the crying mask, and took out the Power Spear and the Holy Judgment Blade, and began to cosplay as Saint Gilles.

The King's Glory Armor, the Weeping Mask, the pure white wings, and the golden radiance enveloping his entire body...

Honestly, he was more like the Saint Gillespie that the people of the empire imagined than Saint Gillespie himself.

"Owner."

Xiling's voice rang out.

"What's wrong?" Qin Yun asked.

"The Primarch wishes to speak with you to discuss the Imperial reforms."

Since the Atoma Lighthouse was activated, Guilliman has been keeping a close eye on the Calithis Sector.

Seeing the tremendous success of Qin Yun's reforms, he became somewhat tempted to try it himself.

The empire today is nothing but a rotting corpse.

Without drastic measures, death is inevitable.

"Take over the communication," Qin Yun said.

"Yes, Master."

With a mechanical hum, the communication projector turned on.

Just as Guilliman was about to speak, he looked up and saw Qin Yun wearing a crying mask, holding a spear in one hand and a sword in the other.

Guilliman: "…………"

Good heavens, you still dare to say you're not the emperor of the Second Empire, my Ninth Brother.

P.S.: My brothers gave it their all, which made me question my existence. Here's another chapter; I still owe you three.

Chapter 158 Revitalizing the Glory of the Second Empire? (68k)

"Lord of Limits".

Qin Yun's voice brought the shocked Guilliman back to reality.

“Sage, you are exactly like my brother.”

"Excuse me for asking, but are you really not Saint Gilles in disguise?"

The Makrag's Glory, located in Terra's low Earth orbit,

Guilliman stared at the lifelike projection, a look of doubt in his eyes.

Qin Yun's lips curled up. "What? If I admit that I am Saint Gilles, are you still planning to drag me into restoring the glory of the Second Empire?"

A dark line appeared on Guilliman's forehead.

Why bring this up of all things?!

If someone else heard this, how bad would it be!

Especially those golden corn cobs who stay at home in the palace, they must be furious with him, the regent.

“You mustn’t let my brother—the heir of Lane Johnson—hear this,”

“I recently did some research and found that they became quite obsessed after Caliban was destroyed.”

"He declared his former brother a fallen angel and hunted him down everywhere."

"The Lord Cypher we encountered last time was also the fallen angel they spoke of, whom we hunted for ten thousand years."

“A few days ago, several Dark Angels infiltrated Terra with the intention of investigating my entourage.”

"It was only because they mentioned Cypher in their war diaries that, fortunately, it was discovered early and brought under control in time, thus preventing a major crisis."

“If you casually reveal things that shouldn’t be said, I’m afraid even your saintly status won’t be enough to deter them.”

The Imperial Guard, the Inquisition, and other institutions have secretly launched investigations into the various Astartes Chapters, and the Dark Angels are no exception.

Some secret documents have vaguely mentioned the Battle of Caliban, the disappearance of the First Primarch, and the secrets of the Fallen Angels.

These documents are of very high rank; only the commander of the Imperial Guard and the highest-ranking official in the court are authorized to access them.

Guilliman was able to see such secrets because he was the Primarch and the Regent of the Empire.

Of course, Guilliman knew all this, and he wasn't after the Dark Angels.

He just wanted to know exactly what had happened during his ten thousand years of slumber.

"It's alright, they won't be obsessed for long."

Qin Yun revealed an expectant smile.

"They'll return to normal once they've been betrayed by their old father."

"You know about Ryan? Where is he?" Guilliman asked urgently.

"I don't know." Qin Yun shook his head. "I can only barely see some fragments of fate, and I can't see the true trajectory of fate."

"The only certainty is that Ryan Johnson will return to humanity just like you and fight for the Empire once again."

“I thought you would know, at least my father would tell you some truths that others don’t know.”

Even if I knew, I couldn't tell you. The truth has its own power; if we were to reveal what will happen in the future, the future would change.

“You’re just like my father, always enjoying telling riddles,” Guilliman sighed.

"That's how this universe works, Lord of Limits. You have to learn to adapt," Qin Yun explained with a helpless expression.

"The future has many possibilities; it is never certain. We must make careful choices in order to obtain the future we desire."

"When exactly will Ryan be back?" Guilliman asked.

"He will return when humanity needs him to."

Qin Yun's words made Guilliman's eyelids twitch; this nonsense contained absolutely no information.

"Humanity needs him now; the Empire is on the verge of collapse."

"Didn't you already come back?" Qin Yun asked Guilliman.

"But I can't handle it by myself at all."

"The Empire is now like a dead man suffering from a serious illness and bleeding profusely."

Guilliman spoke in a low voice, as if afraid of being overheard.

"Don't be so pessimistic. You can stabilize the situation. Of all the Primarchs, you're the only one who can handle this mess."

Qin Yun paused for a moment, thought for a moment, and then continued.

"Although you don't possess the charisma of an archangel, the fighting prowess of the Lion King, or the resilience of a stubborn rock."

"If you fight with a traitorous brother, you'll lose nine times out of ten."

"But your operational capabilities are the strongest, and that is your biggest advantage."

After hearing Qin Yun's words of comfort, Guilliman's forehead creased with even more black lines.

"Actually, omitting the previous examples doesn't make any difference!"

"Also, the phrase 'nine out of ten times' is an insult to me. I'm still a very good fighter; I can win at least three out of ten times."

"Let's not dwell on how many times you can win," Qin Yun said, stroking his chin to bring the conversation back on track.

"Did you initiate this call because there's something you want to discuss with me?"

Guilliman nodded. "Yes, I need your help, Saint."

"Is it about reform?"

Qin Yunping looked at Guilliman, his tone calm.

This kind of thing is easy to guess even without the ability to predict the future.

The Primarch, preoccupied with preparations for the Unyielding Expedition, would never waste time on trivial matters.

Guilliman nodded frankly. "You guessed right, Saint."

“I have witnessed the development of the Calissis Sector. You have transformed it in a very short time.”

"Therefore, I thought I might be able to seek your wisdom to help me get through this difficult time."

"Tell me about your current troubles," Qin Yun said.

Guilliman looked sad and began to recount what he had learned during his investigation.