Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 509 The biggest heresy in the entire Extreme Star Region is
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The highest sky behind the veil, the vast ocean, the sea of ​​souls, or the most well-known name, the subspace. When it was created and how it interacts with the real world in a regular manner has always been an unsolved mystery.

Some scholars also believe that perhaps the fact that there are no rules to follow is its own rule.

The reason why various bodies of water are used as metaphors in the mystical and psychic works of many different worlds, cultures and races is because this is the easiest analogy to find when explaining the warp to people who cannot see the warp with their own eyes.

It is a dark, deep, formless existence that exists like "black water". Any major event involving enough people in the real universe, or changes that are enough to change the direction of fate, or the death or life of important people in the fate node - some demons are born with this, and some are pushed by the hand of fate - whether they are good or bad, they also come from the revelations conveyed by the ripples and echoes of the past and future in the deep ocean of the subspace.

As the only loyal Primarch whose whereabouts could still be observed at the end of the 41st Millennium, Robouti Guilliman's "return from death" undoubtedly fully meets this definition.

Behind the curtain that Hongsuo and the others could not see, the two major events of Guilliman being "stolen" and "resurrected" were like two huge asteroids falling successively in the center of the dark and rolling ocean of the Sea of ​​Souls. As the shock waves they caused spread outward, the momentum of the psychic tsunami formed would become more and more turbulent and violent, and would eventually evolve into a devastating disaster in this space - as it should have been.

But what if someone cleverly placed a seemingly useless move in advance thousands of moves before the game began... and replaced the huge asteroid with two tiny meteor dust particles...?
Perhaps, there are still many beings who noticed this incident, but again, because the ripples caused by two small meteors in the warp were not big enough, or there were some psychics who deliberately concealed and misled. In the end, it was difficult for them to penetrate the veil and accurately judge what happened on Macragge that day, and who was sitting in the Hera Fortress now.

Only the Secret Crystal Labyrinth and its surroundings were once again hit by the hurricane of Sinliji's laughter. The storm carrying the shattered fragments of the Crystal of Fate was so huge that the spies of the other three gods were unable to check at the border what had happened to make the Lord of Fate and Unpredictability so happy.

Therefore, when the two things "Robert Guilliman's tomb was likely opened by an unknown disturbance" and "A living saint suspected to be the incarnation of Robert Guilliman appeared" were reported to the demon primarchs favored by the dark gods, the reactions they received were also different.

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When this news was conveyed to Emperor Fulgrim by the Keeper of Secrets' maids and the succubus boys in whispers and sweet voices, the demon lord, who was coiling his snake tail, lazily leaning on a throne wrapped in expensive fabrics made of delicate skin and tear-stained eyelashes, and playing with his concubine Enkali by picking each other's jewel-grape-like soul stones with their mouths, picked up his wine glass with some lack of interest.

"It's not him... the living saint... so my dull and boring brother Robert is finally dead after lingering on for nine thousand years?"

After drinking several cups of fine wine, each of which was brewed with the suffering and tears of a thousand slaves, Fulgrim made a decision. The Daemon Lord decided to send a disguised delegation to Macragge to find out what had happened. If there really was an avatar of Roboute Guilliman, the Keepers of the Secrets would capture him immediately and offer Guilliman's soul, now without the protection of his Primarch's body, to Fulgrim and the Dark Prince, so that the Emperor's last loyal son would become one of the main entertainment at the eternal and indulgent banquets in Slaanesh's palace.

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Deep within the Crystal Labyrinth and Tzeentch's domain, the great daemons and weavers of fate were busy taking care of themselves. Almost all of the most powerful and beloved name-bearers among them were caught in the hurricane, unable to leave or observe the changes in the threads of fate. They could only struggle and beg Sirenji to stop his laughter first.

Only one side of Carlos' head foresaw this change. The Great Fate Weaver escaped the storm raised by the Lord of Change at the critical moment and began to move towards the galaxy along the destiny he saw.

And on the distant Wizard Star, the Demon Prince Magnus was laughing heartily - ever since the shock of Magnus' death that resounded throughout the galaxy, his authority and legitimacy on the Wizard Star had been privately questioned more than once, and many Thousand Sons wizards who had originally stayed here began to find excuses to flee here with their Scarlet Letter Warriors, or simply disappeared one day along with the Silver Tower.

This trend of escape, which clearly showed that they had doubted him, once made the Scarlet King extremely angry: the Thousand Sons Legion was once his most beloved son, but now it was just a necessary slave warrior that the Demon Lord urgently needed to drive in order to complete the correct and glorious future that he believed he had predicted. If Robert Guilliman's soul really descended into a mortal body this time, then capturing a loyal Primarch and enslaving his soul would undoubtedly drive more sorcerers, and even use it to threaten the Ultramarines and their successors to offer him the Librarian as a new candidate for the Thousand Sons transformation.

He smiled as he thought of the beautiful future scenes in his plan. The crystal feather lice carrying the lost spell flew out from under his feathers and issued a terrifying call to his descendants. He used the aftermath of the scarlet letter to collect the soul imprints of any descendants who dared to evade or escape, forcing them to come back and gather under his command, step by step, starting with -

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On the plague planet filled with viral fog, the Pale Lord of Death also received the latest news about his brother.

Mortarion's emotions were as quiet as his anger, but a mere spirit incarnation was not enough to cause him to interrupt his work to personally inspect or capture it.

Besides, this guy who always said he would stick to reason, didn't he still play this kind of soul magic? It must be a trick of his wizards, haha.

Mortarion's disdainful and morbid bright yellow eyes swept over the Death Guard legions and equipment that he had silently prepared for many years on the ground of the Plague Planet and were ready to go. The arrival of each Great Company could cause an entire Imperial world to quickly die in the scale of millions of people in the terrible plague and poison, becoming fertile soil in the garden of the Father or zombies that spread His gospel.

Soon. He comforted himself, soon, his numerology told him, soon, he would let all those who betrayed him taste his silent anger, and let everyone know that the corrupt life force brought by the loving father was the most eternal truth in this world.

But before that... Mortarion murmured, an inexplicable thought quietly stirring his mind. Speaking of which, Mortarion had heard about Typhons's previous disastrous defeat at Medusa from the gossip in the Father's Garden. Perhaps he could take this opportunity to exert his authority and let this offspring who always annoyed him go there first to see what happened... ?
If nothing happened, it would be good to teach him a lesson, so that he would not always be restless; if something happened, Mortarion believed that with Typhons' ability, he would be able to leave indelible scars on Macragge and his brothers.

The Lord of Death took out a pair of virus dice made from the bones of people who had died of seven different plagues and scattered them on the ground at random.

The numbers rolled on, and finally a few numbers between three and eleven appeared.

Mortarion happily gained a large amount of the Father's Holy Numbers from this.

Very good, let’s do it.

————As the Black Legion gathered like a bloody storm cloud and prepared to go to Cadia to complete their assigned mission, the Prophet Moriana and the Chief Sorcerer Zarafiston simultaneously presented a prophecy with a warning nature to their master: a Primarch has descended on Macragge. Roboute Guilliman's fate has changed. It will have an unignorable impact on the outcome of this Black Crusade, and will also greatly affect the fate of everyone.

Although this prophecy was vague and full of variables, the fact that two powerful wizards and the prophet simultaneously foresaw the same sign involving a Primarch was a message that the Warmaster could not ignore. However, the Thirteenth Dark Crusade had already begun, and it would be a bit difficult to deploy an additional sufficiently powerful fleet and personnel to the Ultramarine in the opposite direction of the Eye of Terror.

But there may be a way to kill two birds with one stone.

After weighing the pros and cons, the Warmaster sent an envoy with some "gifts" to deliver his orders to the Pirate King who was sitting in the palace of the closest and most powerful traitor stronghold to the Ultramarine.

The Lord of the Maelstrom had promised to provide the Warmaster with the assistance he deserves, and now is the time.

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Would Roboute Guilliman so easily trust an apothecary clad in the armor of a man he knew to be a traitor?
Adalic Vannus had not learned the arts of the Librarian, nor was he gifted with eyes to see through the mists that shrouded the Primarch's mind, so this was unknown.

However, when the Ultramarines Lord asked Honso to "let him see the journal of Hestiaan who was made into a machine soul or talk to him", the Raven Guard was secretly worried.

The Master Potion Master looked calm, and even replied to the Primarch with some embarrassment that Sergeant Hestiaan's mind had been brainwashed so many times that he could hardly distinguish the person in front of him. He might mistake his beloved father or say something that was not appropriate for an Astartes.

Of course, hearing such an excuse, someone like Roboute Guilliman wouldn't just say "Oh well then" and walk away.

Instead, he insisted that Honsou awaken Hestia, saying that he would never "blame his son for this was not what he had intended to do."

Having said that, Hong Suo naturally had no choice but to reluctantly wake up the technical sergeant who was sleeping in the tank in front of them - the brain connected to the spine.

The Thirteenth Primarch was finally given a glimpse into the lives, battles and experiences of his descendants nine thousand years later.

However, what shocked Guilliman first was that Hestiaan, as a technical sergeant trained on Mars, actually kept a certain distance from his brothers in the chapter because of his belief in Om Messiah instead of his father, the Emperor. It can be said that there was a gap of distrust. After his return, he spent most of his time in the armory or hangar.

"This is really...!" he murmured, "I can't describe it! My father... is not a god!"

Grendel's face was distorted and he kept winking at Honso.

Therefore, Hestian's source of information was different from that of other officers. What he learned from him were only relatively narrow fragments, but the amount of information contained in them was enough to make the Primarch, who had just woken up, constantly shocked and amazed.

He rejoiced that Macragge and his brood still stood and shone in the center of Ultramar despite all the hardships and battles they had endured.

He was also shocked by what had happened in the Empire since his supposed death.

Suddenly waking up from his dream, Guilliman looked around the empire today. All the rational and pragmatic rules of behavior he was familiar with had disappeared in the long river of time, and the beautiful picture his father showed them had not been realized at all.

What is even more tragic and terrifying is that the future development filled with madness and terror that he and his loyal brothers and descendants had fought and struggled to avoid had become a fait accompli in the entire human empire for thousands of years after his death. Many of his brothers became unable to speak to defend themselves, and were then deified in the crazy belief. Even he himself, whose body was cherished and guarded by his descendants, was portrayed as a flesh-and-blood idol left in the world by a legendary god.

Now, only a few of his brothers, most of whom were either souls or bodies incomplete, had awakened and found opportunities to escape from the judgment of the terrible religious madmen, fleeing to the far frontiers and lingering. Most of the Astartes Chapters that should have fought for their fathers have become equally mired in superstition because of the holy texts, long-standing agreements, and the spirit and teachings lost with the deaths of generations of old warriors.

Truth be told, Roboute Guilliman suspected that many of the difficulties faced by the Adeptus Astartes after his own and his brothers' deaths or disappearances were due to the fatal strangulation of logistical channels and gene-seed supplies by the mortal agencies conceived and founded by his father and Malcador on Terra, and he was shocked that the temporary instruction manual he wrote, the Codex Astartes, was still in use.

"It's been nine thousand years since it was written!" the Primarch said in an incredulous tone, "Has no one thought of modifying it to keep up with the times in the past nine thousand years?!"

Hestiaan's brain waves showed an extremely uneasy turbulence because of this sentence, and lines of fierce words began to appear on the interactive panel, as if he wanted to seriously and worriedly emphasize to the Primarch the sanctity of the holy book, that the holy book was the law of the ancestors and must not be tampered with.

Guilliman looked up at the Master Alchemist in even greater shock, and the latter walked forward as if unsurprisingly, and added some sedatives to the Tech-Sergeant's brain.

"See, sir. I told you what I said." Hong Suo shrugged. "Now the few of us, and you, may be the biggest heretics in the entire Extreme Star Region - we don't believe that your father is the Divine Emperor!"

(End of this chapter)