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

His father was also worshipped as a god, and there were temples dedicated to him everywhere.

Ryan was initially very angry about this.

The existence of a state religion is seen as the greatest mockery of the emperors' past dreams.

If the emperor were to awaken, the first thing he would do is destroy the state religion.

But now, what the heck is this "Chosen One"?

We learned from Dante that

These chosen ones can not only be resurrected, but also ignore the corruption of the Chaos Gods.

Father, you have displayed such great power; how are you any different from God?!

Damn it, are you starting to give up too? Are you ready to admit you're a god?

Now that I'm back, I'm determined to get everything back on track.

Many thoughts raced through Ryan's mind.

But after a moment, he suppressed those thoughts.

“Let’s go see your brother,” Dante said.

“My brother?” Ryan frowned, a look of surprise on his face.

“Yes, you already have a brother walking in the world.” Dante nodded.

“Saint-Gilles?” Ryan asked.

Dante's smile faltered. "I'm sorry, my father is still lingering on the other side of death, and I don't know when he will be able to embark on his journey home."

"Sorry." Ryan realized he had spoken inappropriately and sincerely apologized to Dante. "By the way, who is my brother who has returned?"

"It's Lord Guilliman. He has awakened from the stasis field, returned to Terra, and launched the Unyielding Expedition, which is currently sweeping away many Chaos forces in the galaxy."

"He would be very happy to see you."

Dante's words excited Ryan.

Upon waking and seeing the state of the empire, he felt utterly desperate.

Dante's arrival reminded him that the Empire still existed, that the human Empire was still resisting the Chaos Gods, and most importantly...

Guilliman is back too; he's not alone.

Please ignore the earlier curses directed at Guilliman.

Ryan didn't really want Guilliman to die; he simply wanted to find a scapegoat for the current state of the Empire.

Guilliman was the regent, and he was the one who created the Astartes. What's wrong with criticizing him a bit?!

Guilliman wasn't liked by his brothers, but his management skills were so good that even Horus would give him a thumbs up.

He even publicly stated that given enough time, Guilliman could defeat any enemy with an endless supply of Ultra Warriors.

At that time, Guilliman will be stationed in Terra, in charge of logistics and operations.

He personally led the expedition and swept across the galaxy.

A powerful alliance, creating new glories.

As for going on the expedition with Guilliman, that's unnecessary.

Ryan still can't forget how he single-handedly beat up the Midnight Ghost Coz back in Macurag.

After bringing Guilliman along, they almost got double-killed by the opponent.

It's not that Guilliman is weak,

It's simply that the two of them don't like each other.

It's easy to lose your temper and act rashly.

"Is he on the ship too? Why didn't he come to see me?" Ryan asked excitedly.

“He is not here; he is fighting a war tens of thousands of light-years away from us,” Dante explained.

Ryan was stunned. Tens of thousands of light-years away?!

How will they meet?

Or has Guilliman mastered psychic powers comparable to Magnus, enabling him to communicate with him regardless of spatial distance?

"Let's go," Dante urged.

“No.” Ryan shook his head. “I can’t leave here to go tens of thousands of light-years away to find Guilliman, Kargath, and the neighboring worlds. They need my help.”

“You don’t need to leave Kamas,” Dante explained. “My lord, you just need to go to the Imperial Glory, where you can contact your brothers.”

"No need to leave?? Guilliman has mastered extraordinary psionic abilities?"

Ryan asked.

“No…” Dante shook his head. “The Primarch does not possess any psionic power. It’s just that the Imperial Glory has a real-time communication device that allows you to talk to Lord Guilliman, who is tens of thousands of light-years away.”

Ryan's eyes widened, as if he had heard something unbelievable.

"You mean you've mastered the technology to communicate instantly across the entire galaxy without using psionic energy?"

The fallen angels, including Zabril, exchanged bewildered glances.

Dante's words are even more shocking than the Pleasure Prince's forced kiss on the God of Plague!

Dante nodded with pride, “All this is thanks to the wisdom of the saint, who is the human incarnation of your father, a pure and spotless angel.”

“A saint?” Ryan frowned.

“Yes, Saint.” Dante nodded. “The Chosen Ones also came with the Saint.”

The information Dante revealed stirred up a storm within Ryan.

He looked at the metal wings on Dante's back.

According to Zabril, over the past ten thousand years, the Empire's technology has not only failed to advance, but has actually fallen behind considerably.

By observing the current state of the Kamas world, Ryan agreed with this statement.

However, judging from Dante's life, this claim seems to be unfounded.

"Let's go, my lord. The empire has changed a lot, but you have plenty of time to understand."

Dante invites Ryan to board the Imperial Glory.

Even if you are mentally prepared,

However, when Ryan and the others boarded the Imperial Glory, they were still amazed by the various technologies on board.

The interior of the Imperial Glory is entirely made of high-strength nano-active metal, possessing powerful deformability and the ability to change shape as needed.

Looking at the moving metal corridors and staircases, Ryan and the others stared wide-eyed, feeling as if they had entered a magical world.

"This is what you call a lack of technological progress?"

Ryan looked at Zabril with a questioning gaze.

Such technology didn't exist in the 30k era!

Even the Imperial Dream, which his father rode on, never had one.

Zabril expressed his grievance, saying he had no idea how this could have happened!

Besides the shock of the new technology, Ryan also noticed the crew's eyes.

Each pair was bright and full of hope and anticipation.

They are completely different from the people of the Kamas world.

There was a gloom in the eyes of the people of Kamas, filled with uncertainty and unease about the future.

Ryan and the others were led by Dante to a spacious communications room.

As the quantum device roared, electrostatic beams of light danced in the air, outlining a screen that emitted a faint glow.

A giant wearing a weeping mask and with pure white wings on its back appeared in the light screen.

"Saint-Gilles??"

The moment I saw the saint,

Ryan, who had been trying so hard to remain calm, suddenly screamed.

Wasn't Saint Gilles already dead?

When Horus' rebellion ended and I arrived in Terra, I saw his body with my own eyes.

Zabril and the other fallen angels also widened their eyes.

I couldn't believe what I saw.

"I'm sorry, I'm not Saint Gilles." The giant removed his mask, revealing a face that was equally handsome, but completely different from Saint Gilles'.

It was Qin Yun who had received the news and was waiting for communication to be activated.

“This is the Saint, the human incarnation and representative of your father,” Dante explained, seizing the opportunity. “Currently, the Saint and Lord Guilliman are ruling the Empire together.”

"They joined forces to launch the Unyielding Expedition, solely to bring the empire back on track."

“A saint?” Ryan’s tone was full of doubt.

He didn't quite believe in this so-called 'sage,' thinking it might be the work of the chaotic gods.

However, considering his current position, the Lion King did not publicly express this doubt.

"It seems that Kamas's news is true, and the Lion King has indeed returned to the Empire."

Qin Yun looked Ryan Johnson up and down; he was already old and had grown white hair.

The once spirited First Primarch is now all white-haired, and Qin Yun felt a pang of sadness.

“A sage.” The Lion King also sized up the sage, pondering the other’s special identity.

"Xiling, contact Guilliman and tell him to go online as soon as possible. There's something very important that we need to discuss and decide with him."

After confirming that it was indeed the Lion King, Qin Yun wasted no time and immediately ordered Xiling to contact Guilliman.

A moment later, Guilliman appeared in the projection.

"Sage, is there something important you need? I'm busy fighting here!"

Guilliman came up and shouted,

After he finished shouting, he noticed that there was an extra white-haired old man in the communication.

Who is this old man?!

Guilliman looked at the old man in front of him and felt that he was familiar, but for a moment he couldn't remember who he was.

Ryan, seeing that Guilliman looked no different from his 30k days, except perhaps a little more tired, felt a pang of jealousy.

Okay, putting aside his earlier thoughts of brotherly love, he now wanted to beat this guy up again.

“Ryan?” Guilliman looked surprised and doubtful. He recognized some familiar features, but he was not sure.

“It’s been a long time, Guilliman,” Ryan said.

Guilliman's eyes widened. "You really are Ryan? My God, how have you gotten so old?"

“People always get old,” Ryan said.

Guilliman was speechless; he couldn't accept it.

His memory of Ryan was still that of the handsome man with short blond hair from ten thousand years ago.

“So many things have changed,” Guilliman said with a touch of sadness. “Even you have changed.”

“Yes.” Ryan also felt a little sentimental.

Ten thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye, and everything has changed.

Qin Yun remained silent.

The two Primarchs hadn't seen each other for millennia, and they had so much to say to each other.

Half an hour later, the two Primarchs finally emerged from the joy of their long-awaited reunion and the sadness of things having changed.

Taking the opportunity, Qin Yun got down to business and shared all his gains over the past period with the two Primarchs.