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

“Thank you for your understanding and support, Your Majesty.” Masanor looked grateful.

Qin Yun looked at Little Foggrim, "Now tell me about yourself."

"What do you intend to do with me?"

Little Fugrim looked at Qin Yun, who stood there, his face ashen, like a prisoner about to be judged.

Before Qin Yun could reply,

A communication came in, the projection device roared, and the beam of light outlined Guilliman's figure out of thin air.

"Sage, is there something you need? Why are you in such a hurry to establish communication with me?"

Guilliman's voice came through, full of a light and cheerful tone.

There's been a lot of fighting lately, but he's still quite happy.

Because Terra's affairs are none of his concern.

Qin Yun spearheaded the imperial political reforms and the reforms of the Mechanical Repair Society.

It gave him hope that the empire would become prosperous again.

If we keep doing this...

Why worry that we cannot quell the dark turmoil stirred up by the chaotic gods?

At that moment, Guilliman saw Forgrim, paused for a moment, and then raised his voice.

"Fulgrim?"

"Sage, get away from that guy quickly."

That face looks so familiar.

Just seeing that face made the scars on Guilliman's neck ache.

Qin Yun stepped forward and said, "Regent, don't get agitated. He is not our enemy, but on our side."

“You can’t trust a traitor,” Guilliman said. “They’re too cunning.”

Qin Yun patiently explained the whole story.

"This is Little Fogrem, a clone created by Fabius Bayer using your brother's genetic sample."

"He was taken away by the Endless Tarasim for some reason and imprisoned in the collection until the Chosen Ones launched a war, at which point he was rescued..."

Guilliman stared wide-eyed at Fogrim.

"He is a clone."

“Yes.” Qin Yun nodded. “Your father asked me to take him to the Golden Throne. I thought that since it was such an important matter, you should also know about it, so I contacted you.”

The Chaos Gods are masters of sowing discord.

Having too many secrets makes one easily exploited.

It's better to be honest, so Guilliman doesn't make unfounded assumptions.

To avoid a Guilliman Rebellion later on.

That would be great fun.

"My father wants you to take him to the Golden Throne?" Guilliman frowned. "What is my father planning to do?"

"We need to purify the chaotic pollution within him," Qin Yun said frankly, "and then he can become my captain of the Imperial Guard."

Guilliman: "…………"

No, who is the biological child anyway?

Although Young Foggrim is a copy and not as strong as the original Primarch, he's still related to him.

So, Shui Lingling was assigned to be the captain of the emperor's guard?

Even though I don't want it, at least make an arrangement for me, as a token gesture, so I can't refuse.

Ever since I woke up, I've been made to work like a beast of burden.

They didn't say a word, nor did they offer any benefits.

Will there come a day when the emperor's throne will be given to a saint?

Of course, Guilliman would also support the Emperor's decision.

After all, the situation couldn't get any worse.

Moreover, a sage's character dictates that he won't act recklessly; he will diligently focus on developing science and technology and improving people's lives.

With Xiling assisting him, he seems more suited to the position than the Emperor.

Qin Yun had no idea that Guilliman had so many ideas.

Otherwise, I'd definitely give him the middle finger.

I treated you like a brother, and you actually want me to sit on the golden throne?!

After informing Guilliman about young Fogrim,

Accompanied by Trajan and other guards, Qin Yun led young Forgrim into the throne room.

The throne room was as bright as ever, with numerous machines humming and clattering.

When young Fugrim saw the Emperor seated on the throne, tears blurred his vision.

"Father."

He blurted it out unconsciously.

At that moment, the many machines maintaining the golden throne emitted a high-pitched sound.

boom!boom!

Some devices were overloaded, and electrical sparks flew everywhere.

Clearly, the Emperor had also noticed young Fogrim.

"Praise be to the Emperor." Qin Yun performed the Heavenly Eagle salute, praying to the Emperor.

The next second, a dazzling golden beam of light enveloped little Fogrim.

Immediately afterwards, little Foggrim disappeared from everyone's sight.

"He's manifested his divine power again!!"

Trajan and the other guards were deeply moved by what they saw.

During this period, the emperor repeatedly manifested divine power, indicating that His condition had improved.

Given time, they might be able to stand up again and lead them to conquer the galaxy.

Enveloped in light, little Fogrim instinctively closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, the surrounding environment had undergone tremendous changes.

Looking into the distance, all you see is a clear blue sky, spotless, as if it had been washed clean.

A few white clouds dotted the horizon.

A beautiful, unobstructed view slowly unfolded before him.

Towering, snow-capped mountains rise on the horizon.

A vast expanse of green grassland connects with the mountains.

Little Foggrim looked surprised.

He looked around and found himself standing on a damp lawn.

After taking a deep breath, my mouth was filled with a sweet and refreshing aroma and clear, fresh air.

"Where am I?"

Little Fugrim looked around at the beautiful scenery, a puzzled expression on his face.

"This is the former Terra. Before the palace was built, the place where you are was called the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau."

A deep, powerful voice rang out.

Little Fugrim turned his head and saw a tall, thin, handsome blond man.

The man wore armor covered in the marks of war, from sword cuts and axe blows.

He had a thick, brown beard, broad, muscular shoulders, and strong arms covered in scars.

"Who are you?" Little Fugrim felt that the other person was familiar.

"It seems you didn't inherit all the memories."

The man walked up to little Fogrim.

"I am Rellano, and I once served in the Third Legion. Perhaps you will be more familiar with me if I change my appearance."

The man's figure flickered like a phantom for a moment before transforming into a tall, fearless mech.

The mecha's surface was spraying purple paint, and the golden double-headed eagle on its chest was particularly eye-catching.

This fearless mech was Istvan's last loyal follower.

Rellano, the noble son of an emperor, the embodiment of loyalty and faith, an ancient sage.

At this moment, memories of Istvan III flooded into little Fogrim's mind.

Without a doubt, it was a shameful betrayal.

The loyal son of the emperor was suppressed by traitors led by Forgrim.

After a brutal ground battle, the traitors carried out an orbital bombardment, using this despicable tactic to eliminate the loyalists who remained on the ground.

"I'm sorry." Little Foggrim knelt down on one knee.

The battle on Istvan III had nothing to do with Little Fogrim.

But the vivid memories still tormented him, completely drawing him into Forgrim's perspective.

So when he saw Relano, he was overwhelmed by intense guilt.

"This is not your fault. You are just a clone, a new individual who has acquired the original's memories and genetic sequence."

Rellano reverted to his blond-haired form.

That was what he looked like before he was buried in the Dreadnought.

He helped little Foggrim up.

"Why are you here?" Little Forgrim asked.

"To guide you, Fugrim betrayed humanity, but there is still a chance for redemption. Come with me, for there is something I have for you."

Rellano led little Fugririm toward a magnificent imperial palace.

…………

Qin Yun waited in the throne room for most of the day, but Little Fogrim never returned.

He then left to see Tarasim the Endless, who was imprisoned in the Imperial Guard dungeon.

"how is this possible?"

Upon seeing Xiling beside Qin Yun, Tarasin screamed as if he had seen a ghost.

P.S.: I update daily; this Vashtor is quite interesting.

Chapter 217 Taking Tarahim as a Subordinate

The Imperial Guard dungeon is located beneath the palace.

It is the safest and most heavily guarded place on Terra.

Each cell's lock is crafted using cutting-edge technology and mysterious runes, making it indestructible.

It can not only defend against physical attacks, but also be immune to psionic spells.

Even during the Horus Rebellion, the rebels never entered this area.

The guards responsible for watching over the prison were the Shield Guard Company, which was called the 'Shadow Prison'.