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"The overall damage to the hive city is estimated to be 34%. A high-rise building near the palace has a subspace portal in the middle. This building may collapse at any time."

Guilliman listened to the Servo Skull's emotionless narration with a gloomy expression. He specifically asked it to tell these things for him, 'so that I can think calmly.' Now it seems that he may have failed.

He couldn't calm down.

Ten thousand years have passed since the Siege of Terra, and time has smoothed many things. The scars left by the original war on Terra have disappeared. The hive city was built from the bottom up, layer by layer.

Such criss-crossing giant bridges and the statues on them cover the few sky for the people at the bottom. If a building collapses now...

I swore to protect them.

Guilliman gritted his teeth. The Servo Skull could not understand his emotions, so he continued: "The demons currently appearing all over Terra are all Khorne demons. No witnesses have reported the appearance of the big demons. Most of them are

It is a low-level bloodletting demon. No demonic engine has been detected. In addition, Chapter Commander Marius has arrived on the ground."

The original body's superhuman brain is running rapidly. In addition to the servo skull, there is a huge sand table in front of him. It is made of cutting-edge technology and is displaying the basic situation of Terra everywhere in real time. Although it is not very accurate, it is better than

Remote sensing mapping is much better.

He stared at the sand table, on which Terra's landmark buildings were located. Between those majestic buildings spanning the continental plates were countless hive cities. The resistance was very tenacious, starting from the Inquisition headquarters in Antarctica.

Arriving at the Ecclesiastical Headquarters in Southern Australia, wars are happening everywhere. The entire planet is in flames of war.

Guilliman's fingers were trembling slightly. He understood that if he wanted to end the war quickly, he would need to use heavy firepower - Terra's defenses were extremely tight. According to the intelligence he had obtained, Terra had two Titan legions stationed there.

, one of them named 'Fire Bee' even possesses an Emperor-level Titan.

Of course, a killing weapon of this level can kill all those demons, but the question is, is it possible for you to use this kind of weapon in the city?

Guilliman knows very well where his talents lie. He is a brilliant politician, extremely good at governing the country, diplomacy, scientific and technological development and a series of related matters. But war is not included in this. Among his brothers, he directs the battle.

The ability can be said to be at the bottom, let alone such a crucial battle.

I'm hesitant, and Guilliman himself knows this very well. Using a series of heavy firepower such as infantry tanks and gunships means that civilians will suffer numerous casualties, but they will gain the advantage at this stage. Moreover, among those high-level demons

They would taste artillery fire as they stepped out of the portal and onto Terra with unholy joy.

To exchange the lives of countless people for victory in the war, this seems to be a problem that does not need to be considered by some people he knows. But for Guilliman, this problem is not just as simple as victory or not - he

For this reason, we must abandon the remaining morality in human nature and exile ourselves as a beast.

Robert Guilliman suddenly understood one thing. After all, he was not a good general. He could not be ruthless. If a person wanted to win a war, he had to give up something. But Guilliman did not want to give up anything.

.

Whether it's his humanity or the innocent people.

The servo skull interrupted his thoughts.

This modified machine that didn't understand the meaning of retreat and observation hummed and fell to the ground. It trembled violently on the ground, sparks kept coming out from inside. Parts jumped out from the inside, and engine oil leaked all over the floor.

.But it continues its duties.

The skull opened its jaw, and intermittent voices came out: "Received...new news..."

After saying this, it completely ended its mission with a bang. Although it was not the end of its life, it was excusable. Guilliman came closer and frowned at this thing. Before he could wait,

He took a closer look at what was going on, and the study door was suddenly pushed open.

Cato Sicarius stood outside the door with an unprecedentedly excited expression: "Primarch! He - He has performed a miracle!"

Guilliman, who has always been extremely sensitive and disgusted with religious terms, glanced at his second company commander and said nothing. He knew that Sicarius must have seen something that shocked him so much that he would

Say the word miracle in front of you.

At this moment, the sand table made of cutting-edge technology behind him exploded with a loud bang, and the fragments fell to the ground.

Cutting-edge technology...heh.

"What happened?" Guilliman asked calmly without bothering to turn around.

Sicarius was speechless and kept gesturing as if he had suddenly lost the ability to speak.

His face, which only showed some expression when fighting, now looked quite funny due to the excessive display of emotions, and Guilliman suddenly felt a flutter in his heart.

He pushed aside Sicarius, who was still making gestures, and walked quickly through the corridor filled with his paintings and statues, and came to the porthole closest to him.

Leaning in front of the porthole, Guilliman looked down, and the original body's eyes were filled with golden light.

Perhaps, in the distant 2k period, on Terra, a planet called Earth where soil, plants and oceans still existed, people could still see such a scene.

At that time, the blue ocean surrounded several major continental plates. From where he stood, he saw a whole blue planet, which was extremely beautiful.

Sadly, Guilliman had only seen that look in a few passages in some classics and a few paintings. But not anymore.

What Robert Guilliman sees now is a golden ocean.

From the upper floors of the hive to the lower floors of the mouth, from the royal palaces of the Himalayas to the remote and uninhabited Antarctica, from the hands of a dying soldier lying on the ground to the burning body of a demon - Robert Guilliman saw it all.

, not a single thing was missed.

He was silent for a long, long time. Sicarius stood behind his genetic father, looking at his back, and noticed that his shoulders were shaking slightly.

"A miracle." He turned his back to Sicarius, and there was nothing in his tone. "Yes, Sicarius, you are right, this is a miracle."

Robert Guilliman finally turned his head, and the golden light was still shining on half of his face. Sicarius suddenly realized that he was smiling - he should have noticed this early on, but...

He couldn't believe it.

His father—their father—the man who had always been worried since his resurrection finally smiled gently. His eyebrows became younger, and the corners of his mouth that were always downwards could not help but raise at this time. He approached the porthole.

His left eye was still golden, and Sicarius heard his voice, thick, but relieved.

"I think we don't have to abandon our humanity, Sicarius. We have sworn to be the guardians of humanity, and this oath will never be abandoned. Calling the company - go, Sicarius."

His eyes seemed to be burning with golden fireworks: "Let the people of the empire see how strong our oath is."

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Imperial Sanctuary.

This is the core of the palace - the throne room, which houses the huge golden throne and the emperor's body. It is guarded by three hundred selected Imperial Guards. Only the elite of these elites can get this responsibility.

At this moment, the index finger of the skinny right hand of the body on the throne seemed to tremble slightly. This subtle movement did not hide from the eyes of the watcher. A forbidden soldier carefully came to the golden throne. After praying dozens of times, he

He raised his head and stared at the tortured body of the Emperor. His eyes could not help but fill with tears.

Just look at how much this stalwart man paid for the empire.

His once majestic body is now so skinny that he has been lifted up to say he is a mummy. Withered white, only a few strands of hair are scattered on the protruding forehead. The ribs are protruding, like twigs of trees that have fallen to the ground, as if they are as long as

It breaks with a light touch. His chest barely rises and falls.

almost.

He was still breathing tenaciously - not for himself, but for the future of all mankind. For this reason, he was willing to endure torture for thousands of years. The Imperial Guard looked at his master, and then saw his index finger again

It trembled.

The psychic energy began to vibrate: "Ah, it's you, Ralph."

The Imperial Guard immediately lowered his head: "My lord."

"How long have I been asleep?"

"Three hours, my lord."

"Not bad, long-lost sleep... He did a good job, right?" The false voice constructed by the master's psychic power was completely different from his own voice, cold and ruthless. But the Imperial Army was still happy about it.

"Yes, my lord. He is just like -" The Imperial Guard was not good at words, and his throat was choked at this time, not knowing how to speak.

"I won't embarrass you, Ralph. If I asked you to come up with a suitable word to describe what he did, I would have to wait a long time. However, I can't stay awake for too long...

.The pain is gnawing at me, and the darkness is getting closer."

The Imperial Guard lowered his head, not knowing how to answer. But his master didn't expect him to answer anything. He just used his spiritual power to vibrate the air and said some words that he had been holding back for too long.

"I used to regard them as tools, Ralph. I know it's wrong, but I have to do it. They are the product of transactions, and the greatest weakness of human beings is emotion. If I want to be a person across the stars,

As the leader of a race with countless people, I must abandon these feelings."

"Only in this way can I abandon them without any emotion - I did once... But later, I found that I was wrong. I lost myself in the long calculation and war...

...The most precious thing for human beings is actually these emotions."

The man who was once the emperor sighed: "Emotions drive us, courage breaks out in adversity, and miracles are born in despair. Moreover, many of them did regard me as their father, but I did not give them what they deserved."

My response. I deserve to be in this situation...actually, I deserve it."

The Imperial Guard listened quietly, knowing that the Emperor did not need anyone's sympathy. Strictly speaking, he was just talking to himself.

"The most ironic thing is here, Raldolph. He has proven to me time and time again how much emotion has brought to mankind, and what I once abandoned has brought a new future to the empire.

....."

The man on the throne stopped talking and his fingers stopped trembling. The imperial guard lowered his head and left his master step by step. The monotonous beeping sound of various instruments still echoed in the throne room. A man who should have died

People are still lingering, but not for themselves.

Ralph let tears streak down his face.

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pain.

pride.

joy.

...

His perception of the body and the complex emotions in his heart were intertwined at this moment, and Trajan only felt that he would die without regrets.

But the other person in his body didn't think so.

He Shenyan swallowed a mouthful of blood, and the glowing wings on his back dimmed a lot. A burning pain came from his shoulder blades. To be precise, there was no part of this body that was not in pain.

Even the commander of the Forbidden Army has limited physical strength. He did not die immediately under such a huge amount of psychic energy. It was already the result of He Shenyan's efforts to protect him. He pursed his lips and wiped away the spilled blood from the corners of his mouth.

With golden blood stains, he whispered with a smile: "Death without regrets? Trajan, the work is not over yet."

He waved his wings again: "No, maybe I should change my words."

Trajan's vision was enlarged, and the new hive city that had been washed away by the glow was now flooded with more enemies. From Khorne Daemons to Chaos Warbands, and even huge Daemon Engines. He immediately retreated

That short-sighted pride aroused, and worry suddenly filled my heart.

"The war has just begun - Trajan, let us continue."

The familiar pain came back again, wave after wave, seemingly never ending.

Trajan wanted to grit his teeth and survive this unbearable, glorious torture. But he could not control his body, and the man who was using his body as a weapon turned a blind eye. Trajan

It was really incredible - he knew that the other person was suffering from the same feeling.

"Don't be surprised, I'm used to pain. Let me tell you a little trick, Trajan."

He smiled and said: "When you are in unbearable pain, think of your enemies. They will be in more pain than you, and you will be in pain."

The golden glow disappeared for a moment, and was replaced by flames that covered the entire sky. Trajan did as he was told, and he immediately felt a burst of cold joy. The other party did not lie, this could really suppress the pain.

"Skin and bones, chop off heads, cut off ribs. For every person they kill, I will demand tenfold repayment. Aren't the Daemons of Khorne most thirsty for blood?"

Trajan heard him whisper: "Let us smear the earth of Terra with their blood."