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Chapter 1331 A short piece of history (I am not afraid of hunger!)

Guilliman did make a choice.

Just as Duanmu Huai comforted him, no matter what, even if the original body was lost, mankind had survived for these ten thousand years.

Religious belief? Duanmu Huai felt that this was not that difficult to accept. Returning to the Golden Throne? Or becoming a toy of the evil god of the subspace? This choice was obviously obvious.

Although Guilliman wanted to recapture the entire Ultramar star field and even protect the entire empire, Duanmu Huai persuaded him not to forget the final result of the Lord of Mankind's unplanned and hasty Great Crusade. You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. Humanity is indeed in danger, but at least for now, Cadia is still alive and the Great Rift has not appeared. Humanity relies on their own strength, which is enough to resist the erosion of the demons and chaos in the warp.

"The food and fodder must be sent before the troops move. I think you should take this opportunity to continue doing the work you are good at."

Guilliman's specialty is naturally operations, and then F2A.

As a congratulations to Guilliman on his return, Duanmu Huai also gave him a small gift.

"what is this?"

Looking curiously at the object in front of him that was almost as big as a suitcase, Guilliman looked at Duanmu Huai, who chuckled.

"This is called a reality anchor... It's specially used to deal with the warp. Well, it may not be suitable for others, but it's just right for you, a psychic Muggle."

"What is a psychic Muggle..."

Guilliman was speechless when he saw the cheerful Duanmu Huai in front of him. Although he still had a necessary vigilance towards Duanmu Huai, Guilliman had to admit that after ten thousand years, the Grand Inquisitor in front of him was probably the only friend he could still consider familiar with.

"I think you know something about the concept of the Warp, so I won't go into detail here. To put it simply, this thing can restore the originally chaotic universe to a physically defined calm. Any psychic energy and Warp erosion will be expelled - just as its name suggests, a reality anchor, it can be used to stabilize reality and expel unreasonable Warp laws. Of course, if you use this in front of the think tank, they won't even be able to use spells, but I don't think you have that problem."

"So that's why you said I'm fine, right?"

Guilliman was speechless.

"Of course, or if you use it in front of Magnus, I think he will go completely berserk."

Duanmu Huai made a silent sarcasm.

"Dong dong dong."

At this moment, there was a knock on the door. Guilliman glanced at Duanmu Huai, who waved his hand. Guilliman then looked forward again and spoke in a deep voice.

"Come in."

Soon, the door opened, and a man in luxurious clothes walked in. Seeing him, Guilliman was somewhat unhappy. The man in front of him was the Chief Consul of Macragge, and the head of the government of Macragge. Since Guilliman's return, he had approached Guilliman several times. However, what made Guilliman dissatisfied was that the other party did not discuss with him about the reconstruction of Macragge and the follow-up work of Ultramar. Instead, he always entangled in some trivial matters that seemed insignificant to the Primarch, or praised the greatness of the Primarch - a flatterer.

Guilliman was almost in despair that such a person could actually be the head of Macragge's government.

Of course, although he was unhappy inside, as a qualified politician, Guilliman's face still looked very calm and peaceful at this moment.

"What's the matter?"

In response to Guilliman's question, the Chief Consul in front of him seemed very enthusiastic.

"Great and respected Father Primarch, I come here on behalf of the people of Macragge to make a suggestion. We should hold a grand military parade and use this opportunity to publish the good news of your return in newspapers and send it to every world in the Empire. After ten thousand years of waiting, I believe the people of the Empire will be very happy to see this good news."

"………………………"

Guilliman did not speak, but his expression revealed his disapproval of this boring proposal. Although Guilliman admitted that the Chief Consul's statement was necessary to a certain extent, he thought that a grand celebration parade was too extravagant and wasteful...

"Oh, yes, Guilliman."

At this moment, Duanmu Huai, who was sitting next to him eating snacks and drinking tea, suddenly spoke.

"You can try this thing now, there's a surprise."

"surprise?"

Hearing Duanmu Huai's words, Guilliman was stunned for a moment, but he still reached out and pressed down on the reality anchor on the table. Then Guilliman saw this thing flip open and rotate like a radar.

Guilliman did not feel anything special, but the Chief Consul clearly had a different opinion. With a shrill, inhuman scream, Guilliman looked at his Chief Consul in surprise as he began to twist and deform. The original human form was gone, replaced by a hideous monster with purple scales all over its body and a deformed shape.

Guilliman looked at all this in surprise, and the latter used his hands and feet to pounce on him like a big lizard. However, the next moment, the thunder hammer in Duanmu Huai's hand appeared out of thin air and smashed the monster in front of him, turning it into a pile of meat paste.

"This, what exactly is this..."

"So you see, I said this thing is quite useful to you."

Duanmu Huai sighed at Guilliman.

"You are a psychic Muggle, and you didn't even feel the demon transformed and walked directly in front of you. Aren't you being fooled to death?"

"………………………"

Guilliman stared at the bloody corpse in front of him, gritting his teeth. He had seen similar monsters before. That was the last battle before he entered the stasis field, and now...

"They have infiltrated Macragge?"

"Is it strange? Your offspring are basically psychic Muggles just like you. Isn't it easy for the devil to distort your perception and deceive you?"

"…………………"

  At this moment, Guilliman's face was as black as coal. He was not a fool. Even the Chief Consul had been replaced. He didn't dare to imagine how Macragge had been infiltrated!

"…………Your Excellency the Inquisitor."

Guilliman looked at Duanmu Huai again and bowed. "If possible, could you please tell me about the reality anchors..."

"Don't come to me about this."

Without Guilliman saying anything, Duanmu Huai guessed what he was thinking.

"The output of reality anchors is not high. I can only give you a portion of it. However, if you want to completely curb or eliminate the erosion of the subspace, I suggest you go find Dora Kaur."

"Dora Kaur...?"

"That's your great sage. He has done some research on the Black Stone Obelisk on Cadia. You can refer to that and remake it. Of course, I can personally give you a container of reality anchors as a gift. I suggest that you place these reality anchors in the place where the Mechanicus conducts research and manufacturing, so that they can conduct research on the manufacturing process of the Black Stone Obelisk without being affected by the erosion and pollution of the warp."

The power of the Reality Anchor comes from the Deus Ex Machina, which is a soul card, so Duanmu Huai certainly can't give it to Guilliman. So he still suggested that Guilliman study the Blackstone Obelisk.

"I did hear what Kaul said about Cardia..."

Hearing Duanmu Huai's proposal, Guilliman was silent for a moment and nodded.

"Okay, I'll go talk to Call about how to solve this problem."

Of course, after all that, Guilliman still asked Duanmu Huai for a large number of reality anchors and conducted a comprehensive cleanup and investigation of the entire administrative department of Macragge. After all, even the Chief Consul was a demon incarnate, so it can be imagined that there must be cultists and demons inside Macragge.

The facts were just as Guilliman had expected.

  With the assistance of the Inquisition and the Grey Knights, and with the help of the Reality Anchor, Guilliman successfully uncovered a large number of cultists and demons in Macragge, which made him extremely angry. After all, Macragge is his hometown, and now these guys have extended their hands to his hometown!

After clearing the entire Macragge, Guilliman also found Duanmu Huai and Cawl to discuss how to use physical means to curb the influence of the warp.

Duanmu Huai gave three suggestions on this.

First of all, in Duanmu Huai's opinion, the most reliable thing is the Blackstone Obelisk. If Dora Kaur can fully understand the manufacturing process of the Blackstone Obelisk, then making the Blackstone Obelisk to contain the subspace is obviously the safest and most useful way.

Secondly, they can place the Inquisition's holy symbol of destruction. The holy symbol mixed with the power of destruction can weaken and eliminate some of the Warp psychic energy to a certain extent.

The third method is the reality anchor. This thing itself is not difficult to make, but the energy source is a problem. There is no mechanical deity in this world, and Duanmu Huai's suggestion is that if they want to make a reality anchor, then the energy source can be found in the fragments of the star god.

But it is not an easy task, because the fragments of the Star God are sealed in the tombs of the Necrons, so looking for the fragments of the Star God means digging the tombs of the Necrons. If you want to dig a small one, it's okay, but if you accidentally dig up a big one, then you're done.

Not to mention that the fragments of the Star God come in different sizes. The small ones have little self-awareness and can be easily captured. As for the big ones... hehe, even Duanmu Huai has to fight them. If it were the Empire, who knows how many people would die.

As for what Guilliman would do, Duanmu Huai didn't care. After all, this was Guilliman's problem, not his. In fact, Duanmu Huai spent most of his time in Macragge on... clothes.

That's right, clothes.

Because the Primarchs and Astartes are relatively taller, there are departments in this world that specialize in making clothes for them. Duanmu Huai took the opportunity to take advantage of the situation and asked the other party to make a few more Inquisitor's clothes for him - after all, it would be too difficult for him to find clothes to wear in other worlds with his body shape.

For example, the one in front of you.

Duanmu Huai stood in front of the mirror, looking at his own clothes with satisfaction. It was a black brocade dress with a silk shawl, a cloak of the same color and a blood-red lining, a brass skull pattern on his chest, golden braids that trembled with his movements, and he wore velvet gloves and long riding boots... well, elegant and perfect.

"You've been looking in the mirror for almost ten minutes."

Guilliman complained silently while reviewing the documents.

"I never knew you liked these things."

"It's not a question of like or dislike. I'm afraid you can't understand. It's very difficult to buy clothes for a figure like mine. Usually they have to be custom-made, which is very troublesome."

Duanmuhuai waved his hand.

"You have plenty here, so I'll just use a few. You wouldn't be so stingy, would you?"

"It would be better if you didn't ask the tailors for flowery trousers or big vests. They would think I had discovered some new hobby."

"Because I can lie on the beach and bask in the sun after I get back, but you can't."

"………………………"

For a moment, Guilliman really wanted to throw away the pen in his hand, then pull Duanmu Huai into the duel cage and have a good talk with him.

But he still held back with his usual self-control.

Because he still has a lot of documents to review right now.

Guilliman said silently to himself.

It's definitely not because of the embarrassment of not being able to win.

but……………

"Do you really want to go back?"

"Of course, I can't stay here for long."

Duanmu Huai shook his head and then looked at Guilliman.

"Don't worry, at least I will send you back to Terra - although I can't go, and I'm too lazy to meet that old bacon."