Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 274 Guilliman: I have a brother???

After staring at each other for a few seconds, Ron took the opportunity to look away.

Fortunately, Saint Celestine did not take any further action, as if nothing had happened.

As expected, those powerful individuals are very sensitive to prying.

Especially the silver-haired angel.

Ron vaguely felt that the other party had a connection with him, but he couldn't tell what it was.

He slowly moved back, trying to get as far away from the silver-haired angel as possible.

But no matter what, it is better to keep steady and not waste time.

"You are still too young. You should learn from Senior Tis and try to survive..."

Ron thought silently.

What if my identity is exposed in such a situation, I won't even be able to escape. What's more, Guilliman is nearby and will catch me immediately?

Thinking of this, he tried his best to blend in with the team and reduce his presence.

The front of the team.

Guilliman suppressed his fatigue, smiled as best he could, and greeted the noisy crowd with calm and peace.

At this moment, complex emotions created a turbulent whirlpool in my chest.

Ten thousand years had passed since he last came to Terra.

At that time, Dutaila was radiant with the spirit of hard work and progress, but now, that spirit is gone.

In their place are bizarrely shaped, extremely luxurious buildings, deformed industrial facilities, and terrifying religious runes and emblems.

The Primarch led the team and moved through the crowd under the guidance of the Imperial Guards.

Things are wrong.

All the deformities he saw made Guilliman’s sadness continue to ferment.

At the same time, he felt inexplicably lonely and out of tune with the crowd.

Soon, the Primarch's team descended in the elevator.

They passed through the gloomy, empty halls of the Ministry of the Interior and made their way along the residential neighborhoods.

The crowded platforms on both sides of the road were filled with residents of Holy Terra, most of whom were dirty.

In sharp contrast to those nobles and officials.

Not far ahead of the residents of Holy Terra were isolation lines, and no one dared to approach.

Because that would be a fatal blow to them.

Due to the existence of the isolation line, they could only glance at the Primarch's team from a distance.

But when the Primarch passed by, they all burst into thunderous cheers, tears of joy streaming down their faces.

The solid class barriers formed over thousands of years prevent them from getting even a step closer to prosperous places.

Although they are powerless, perhaps the fate of their descendants will change because of the arrival of the Primarch.

Terra's buildings are stacked one upon another, seemingly endless.

But after passing through one weird and grotesque building and arch after another, the view suddenly became clear.

Guilliman suddenly realized that there was a large square with a wide view in front of him.

Suddenly, he glared at the strange thing flying in the air and almost subconsciously wanted to attack.

However, reason still made him restrain himself and maintain a smiling expression.

Some information in his mind made Guilliman understand that it was the most popular thing in the Empire's current society - the Cherubim.

He stared at the horrible child-like artifacts, with pale torsos covered with mechanical cables, and ugly wings and faces.

It's heartbreaking to watch.

"It was a disgusting creation of a truly disgusting time!"

Guilliman was almost roaring in his heart, but he couldn't show it. He came to win support, not to make enemies.

He had already vaguely sensed that the top brass of the empire were wary of him.

"It seems that Lao Ji doesn't like that thing..."

In the team, Ron noticed that Guilliman was acting strangely and understood it very well.

He doesn't like it either.

Therefore, after he came to power, he completely revamped the Cherubim to conform to the aesthetics of the normal 2k era.

Looking at Guilliman's slightly frustrated expression, Ron sighed softly:
"Alas, Lao Ji is in great pain, but this is just the beginning, there are still many hard days ahead..."

This is also the reason why he is unwilling to get involved with the empire and is determined to develop independently.

The nobles and officials of the empire are so corrupt and perverted that people can't help but want to shoot them.

What’s more troublesome is that such corruption is deeply rooted in the empire, and the empire cannot do without these nobles and officials.

Guilliman had neither the time nor the opportunity to start over again, so he could only accept it and make repairs.

To maintain as much as possible the empire left to him by the Emperor.

No one knows whether this melancholy original being complained when he entered the palace and met the emperor and empress.

Or they point at the other person's nose and curse.

After all, although Guilliman calls the Emperor father like his other children, his feelings for Him are not that deep.

Ron followed the team and soon saw a painted glazed wall several kilometers high not far ahead.

There are portraits of several primarchs on the painted glazed walls.

He looked up.

The Primarch in front of him was Sanguinius, the Archangel standing on a mountain of mutant corpses, with his wings spread out;

After that, there was a steppe-styled valiant Primarch, the Khan, who rode his war eagle and soared among the stars;

Vulkan, Lord of the Salamanders, holds a forging hammer of astonishing size, and the iron furnace beneath him is a whole world;

The sight continues to move.

Ron saw the most familiar figure, the distorted Lord of the Ultramarines, bathed in holy light.

He held the Astartes Statue in one hand and the head of a horned demon in the other. He was surrounded by many angels, offering them utmost reverence and piety.

Suddenly, the moving team stopped.

Ron looked forward in surprise and found Guilliman standing there in a daze, staring at his own portrait.

It looked like the Primarch was wary of something.

"Guilliman should be wary of people's beliefs about him, right?"

Faith is both a power and a poison to a strong individual.

In order to gain power, Ron had to collect faith frantically, but he was always vigilant and resisting the erosion of faith.

Even try every possible means to maintain a normal human mentality.

He never considered himself a true god, thus avoiding the fall into arrogance.

Ron treated all this as a role-playing game. He was playing the role of God as a charlatan, not the real God.

It can also be regarded as a kind of self-psychological suggestion.

In short, he is a man, not a god!

Fortunately, the defensive effect is quite good and the erosion of faith is relatively slight.

Now Ron can still be stubborn and prove that he is a human being, and the old God Emperor.

All that's left is stubbornness.

Soon, the sightseeing of this attraction was over.

Ron followed the Primarch's team and boarded the ceremonial transport ship.

These extremely luxurious and gorgeous, but ugly-looking heavy vehicles carry people through the endless street networks and transportation routes.

Avenues and crowds of spectators passed by.

Ron looked at the scenery around him, which gradually changed from magnificent churches and aristocratic settlements to slums.

The hungry poor and the disabled looked expectantly at the viewing transports, moving with difficulty between the shabby huts.

Those embarrassments and destitution are like dense maggots crawling around the wound.

I didn't expect to see these in Holy Terra, the capital of the empire...

All I can say is that those high-ranking officials and nobles of the empire are a bit unrefined.

They are unwilling to share even a bit of benefits and resources with these people at the bottom of society, and won't even cast any eye on those people.

Instead, they continue to exploit it.

This is true even for Holy Terra, not to mention other areas.

Maybe some governors would have a little kindness.

For example, the great savior’s nominal father, the former governor of the planet Ers, was willing to give some things to the lower-class people.

Even a little bit of sawdust bread.

How could these universal and extreme difficulties and sufferings not breed chaos?
This may be one of the reasons why the Chaos Evil God has become more and more rampant over the past ten thousand years.

While humans nourish the Emperor, they also supply extreme emotions to the Chaos Gods.

Its influence in the real universe continues to expand.

The viewing transport boat moved forward slowly.

The poor people stumbled and chased after each other, swearing their faith and piety with almost all their strength.

From time to time, people fell down due to exhaustion.

They have not yet despaired, and are relying on their faith to sustain their lives, hoping that they can be redeemed.

Perhaps, when the hopes of these devout believers are extinguished, some cultists will emerge among them, killing and destroying at will.

Create more suffering.

Ron thought silently.

Watching this scene, he felt as if he had returned to decades ago, when he first inspected the hive city.

This is what you see.

Fortunately, five years ago, Ers Star achieved complete poverty alleviation.

It's not just Ers.

Now the Ers Ministry of the Interior is planning poverty alleviation and literacy programs throughout the star region.

Make the star zone more vibrant.

Ron certainly wanted to solve the suffering of the people before him, but he did not have the ability or qualifications to do so now.

Because this is not his territory.

With his current abilities, it would be good enough if he could take good care of the citizens of the territory.

Perhaps as his territory expands and he becomes stronger, he will be able to spread the glory of the savior to more places.

Being poor cares themselves, being wealthy cares the world.

This is the principle of doing things that Ron has been given by his culture and education.

To put it simply, you should only do things within your ability. A saintly woman will only harm yourself and others.

Take care of yourself first.

Then help others appropriately according to your ability.

All he could do now was to deal with all this quickly and get Shahim's merchant license.

Then go back and continue to build your own territory.

He would not get involved in the affairs of Holy Terra.

A long time passed.

The sky suddenly brightened.

Ron looked up and saw a ray of light piercing through the clouds and the sun. It was the sacred light emitted by the Star Torch.

Under the light, the outline of the imperial palace located between the mountains became clear.

This meant that the pilgrimage had reached its final stage and they had arrived at the Imperial Palace.

What appeared before everyone was the towering palace gate, on which was carved the scene of angels and demons fighting. On both sides were twelve statues of saints watching all those who came.

Ron looked forward and saw the setting sun and the outline of the palace.

The viewing transport boat slowly stopped.

Everyone was told that they would have to walk the rest of the way.

Ron followed the team and continued forward.

After passing through countless magnificent doors and wonders, the last door finally appeared before their eyes. They arrived at the throne room.

There are countless passages connecting here, and those ancient stone roads will be occupied by countless pilgrims.

Only a few lucky believers are allowed to enter the hall.

The glazed windows surrounding the magnificent hall depicted the emperor’s past achievements. Countless eternal candles were burning quietly, emitting a dreamy cloud of smoke.

The air was filled with the scent of incense.

As the preaching bell rang, the choir chanted hymns dedicated to the Lord of mankind.

At the altar, the fanatical pastor preached the gospel to the crowd with inflammatory language.

In dark corners, tech-priests gathered, swaying their limbs and muttering binary prayers.

On both sides of the road, commanders of the Imperial Navy and Astra Militarum were talking in groups of three or five, pointing at the data tablets held up by the servitors from time to time.

The cages hanging high in the air held the convicted nobles, as patrolling guards passed below.

These sinners came closer frantically, trying to use the most appealing defense to prove their innocence.

Soon, the team stopped.

Ron looked up and saw a staircase paved with giant black marble, at the end of which stood twelve imperial guards.

The leader wore a feather crown and an ermine cloak draped over the back of his golden armor.

Behind them was a huge arch.

Everyone knows that on the other side of the arch is the Golden Throne, where the Lord of Mankind, the greatest being of the Empire, rests.

In sight.

Guilliman strode through the crowd.

Excited believers and pilgrims all reached out their trembling hands and touched the Primarch's armor as he passed by.

Among those people, Ron saw many believers of the Pious.

After the Ers State Religion was included in the sequence of faith, he knew that these people would be released and compensated.

Now it seems that these pilgrims were compensated generously, not only were they allowed to enter the palace, but they were also able to touch the Primarch with their own hands.

When they go back, won’t they brag about it for the rest of their lives?

Boom boom boom!
When Guilliman reached the Heavenly Stairs, the leader of the Imperial Guards at the top of the stairs came out and slammed the ground three times with his halberd.

He spoke in a clear and melodious voice: "I am Kalim Valano, the Emperor's Eagle Guard. Who are you?"

The ceremonial officer beside Guilliman answered in High Gothic with the same solemnity, which was enough to introduce the name of the leader of the Terra Pilgrimage Expedition.

Among them, Ron came and heard Shahim's name.

This wave of support is well worth it.

When the ancient, lengthy and complicated audience ritual was over, the Primarch finally made clear his purpose: he requested to see his father, the Emperor of Mankind.

Tens of millions of people held their breath at this moment, and the huge throne hall was silent.

However, the Eagle Guard remained silent, examining the Primarch for a long time without saying a word.

During this long period of time, tension continued to brew.

People are worried about:
Are the Imperial Guards suspecting that all this is just an elaborate conspiracy?

Would they declare that the man before them was not the real Guilliman at all, or demand further proof of his identity?

Ron yawned secretly.

This has been taking too long. If he had known this, he wouldn't have come to join in the fun.

In fact, he was a little nervous.

Although he had already greeted the Divine Emperor and asked him to keep his identity secret, he received no response.

Ron was worried that the God-Emperor would reveal his identity after meeting Guilliman.

Or ask yourself to make some commitments.

Little Sun has grown into a strong force.

The God-Emperor deeply loves humanity.

It is highly likely that he will not be allowed to continue to stand idly by the human empire, and perhaps he will be allowed to fight for the empire together with the Guilliman brothers.

That was something Ron didn't want to see.

The spear slammed into the ground.

The guards at the top of the Heavenly Stairs made way for him, which meant that the Primarch's request to see the Emperor had been granted.

Guilliman walked up the stairs and came to the giant archway. In front of that huge door, even the Primarch seemed very small.

when--

The melodious sound of bells resounded throughout the throne hall, and under the gazes of millions of people, the giant archway opened silently.

Sighs of wonder and awe swept through the crowd.

People looked up and could only see deep darkness and diffuse fog.

The mist wrapped around Guilliman's body like a swarm of snakes, completely covering it, and faint ethereal and sad whispers could be heard from within.

Ron also took a few glances, but he wasn't very interested.

After all, there is such a big golden sun right next to the little sun, and he can also say hello to the old God Emperor from time to time.

There's nothing to be curious about.

As for what the Golden Throne looked like, he probably knew it and had experienced it deeply.

Thinking of this, Ron couldn't help but shudder, and the aftereffects of the disease came back.

He will probably never ride that crap again in his life.

In everyone's sight.

With a deep breath, the Primarch stepped into the archway.

Then the arch closed as silently as it had opened, and the Primarch disappeared.

After that, I don’t know how many hours passed.

Everyone silently waited for the Primarch's return.

Ron, who was in a daze, suddenly felt a shock of consciousness, which came from the subspace.

What the hell!

The Emperor is urging me to go online?

You and your son are reunited, the father is loving and the son is filial, what does it have to do with me?

Let me watch Lao Ji break down?

Besides, one of them is socially phobic and the other is sentimental. What's so good about them? I guess they can't even say a few words for a long time.

I feel that the God-Emperor is much more efficient in beating people than communicating with his children.

Ron was so confused, but he had to take a look.

Soon, his consciousness sneaked into the subspace and possessed the little sun.

The moment of going online.

Ron received a message from the God-Emperor, probably asking him to communicate with Guilliman.

And he was kind enough to tell him so as not to reveal his true identity.

"That's good.

At least he didn’t let me take over the mess of the empire. All the suffering was borne by Lao Ji. The Emperor of God still loves me…”

Hearing this, Ron breathed a sigh of relief.

Ron probed his consciousness into the void in front of the golden sun and soon came into contact with a mechanical device.

Then the consciousness followed the mechanical device to the Golden Throne.

It's just magical.

He first glanced at the Golden Throne, which was similar to the Blackstone Throne.

The withered bones of the old Divine Emperor were sitting in the middle, connected by dozens of cables, looking somewhat desolate.

Alas, Ron sighed softly, if he had not left the Blackstone Throne, he would have become like this.

"You are actually a demon eater?"

Guilliman's voice sounded somewhat surprised.

After he entered here, a void phantom appeared on the golden throne.

That was the father's response.

Through the illusion, he saw what his father looked like now.

That shocked and saddened him.

He was even unwilling to admit that the person in front of him was his father.

After recovering, Guilliman came to terms with it a little and denounced the corruption of the Empire.

I also vented the depression caused by fatigue.

He even had the guts to curse his father a few times.

The Primarch complained to the Emperor and his other brothers why they left him with such a heavy responsibility.

He could hardly hold on.

However, the father barely responded, and they stayed in this awkward state for several hours.

Guilliman could sense that his father could hear his accusations, and even felt a hint of guilt.

Afterwards, my father’s golden sun suddenly flashed, and another small sun appeared.

At the same time a faint and difficult message came from my father.

Guilliman instantly knew that the small sun in the void before him was the essence of the Demon Eater.

That Being is trustworthy.

Afterwards, he sensed the Demon Eater's consciousness coming and communicated with it.

Hearing this, Ron turned his consciousness towards the Primarch in front of the throne.

He can find out.

Although the Primarch had a resolute expression at the moment, bloodshot could be seen in his eyes. He was probably crying in front of the God-Emperor.

"Um……"

Looking at Guilliman, Ron was a little embarrassed for a moment.

After all, he is sometimes like the emperor, a socially anxious person, and he doesn't know what to say in such situations.

After a long while, he finally said to Guilliman: "Brother, you must work hard, the future of the empire depends on you.

Brother, I will fight alongside you at the critical moment! "

After saying this, Ron didn't even give Guilliman a chance to react, and quickly logged off and ran away.

So much the better.

If Guilliman invited him to fight for the Empire together, it would be difficult to refuse in front of the God-Emperor.

Moreover, he also promised to help this brother. It’s not that he won’t help, but the method is different.

???

Guilliman was a little confused when he saw the Demon Eater disappearing suddenly after saying just one sentence.

elder brother?
When did he have such a brother?
Could that being also be one of the Primarchs, or another special warrior created by my father?
Not long after the Demon Eater disappeared, another message was delivered with difficulty from the Golden Throne.

This time the information is very huge, it is some of my father's plans.

The psychic power gently patted Guilliman's shoulder, as if to encourage him.

Guilliman was slightly moved: "Father..."

……

Throne Hall.

Ron secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Huh~ I finally got through it."

Waited several more hours.

When morning prayers sounded again and the lumen lamps shone brightly, the archway opened again.

This time, what slanted out from the arch was a shimmering mist, cold and white, like moonlight.

From this glimmer of light and mist, the figure of the Ultramarines Primarch, Robert Guilliman, emerged, his face firm and stern.

Faintly reveals majesty...

(End of this chapter)