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"Supreme Marshal! We are almost there."

A voice came into his ears, and Helbrecht opened his eyes. He did not answer immediately, but ended his prayer piously, and then stood up.

"Evran, you seem to be very happy." He asked his flag bearer. "You are rarely like this."

He turned around, and Evran, the weathered monk, was looking at him with joyful eyes: "Please forgive me, Supreme Marshal, I can't keep calm, after all, he is a Primarch!

"

Helbrecht showed a fleeting smile. He knew why Efland was acting like this. After all, the person who issued the order was a genetic descendant of the God-Emperor. A kind of respect that was almost like reverence began to surge in his heart.

It's okay, Efran, I'm with you... I hope we can take a look at Holy Terra after finishing our conversation, where the God-Emperor must be watching us."

He still doesn't know what happened to Holy Terra, which is normal. After all, it has only been three years since the end of the defense war. Putting aside this matter, another emotion began to well up in his heart.

The scriptures within the Black Templars made no secret of the conflict between Guilliman and Dorne. They were brothers at odds. Although Dorne finally compromised, the quarrels during the period were genuine. He couldn't help but begin to suspect that this

Is there any other intention behind the summons of His Royal Highness the Regent? After all, he has always been known to the world for his superb political skills.

This inference was quickly overturned by himself.

Helbrecht is not stupid. He knows that there is a huge difference between the behavior and beliefs of the Black Templars and the traditional Astartes Chapter. If Guilliman really wants to condemn them, he does not have to waste time.

With this strength, there are ten thousand sufficient reasons. There is no need to let them board the Macragge's Glory.

The boarding ceremony was brief and quick, and the Black Templars only sent ten monks. Supreme Marshal Helbrecht, Emperor's Champion Anjad, and eight other battle-experienced monks.

This was a gesture of goodwill - at least that's what Helbrecht thought. Sending too many people aboard would appear disrespectful. He didn't know what the regent's character was like, but he didn't want to test it himself.

Along the way, the decorations on the Macragge's Glory and the Gothic buildings deeply hurt Helbrecht's self-esteem. He pursed his lips, not knowing how to express the emotions in his heart.

.

On the one hand, he is proud of these buildings - every brick of them has witnessed countless glorious histories, and the blood and honor of the Ultramarines are on them. Any human being will feel excited about it. That is human courage.

The embodiment of brilliance.

But on the other hand, he was also sad about it.

The flagship of the Black Templars, the Eternal Crusade, is also a Glory Queen-class battleship, but its condition is not as good as the Macragge's Glory.

Many buildings have been abandoned due to disrepair, and many roads have been blocked. This is completely inconsistent with their status as sons of Dorne. If they had never been here, Helbrecht might not have any objections.

, but now he only feels a heavy sourness hovering back and forth in his heart.

He cursed himself angrily in his mind: Helbrecht, what did you make Dorne's flagship look like?!

The self-pity only lasted for a short period of time, and he quickly regained his composure. He had to keep his appearance before meeting Robert Guilliman, and he could not bring shame to the Son of Dorne.

They walked through a long corridor again. The stained glass windows reflected the colorful light, and the murals above their heads were sacred and magnificent. Every 100 meters, there was a victorious soldier guarding the hall holding an exquisite power weapon.

They stepped on the 10,000-year-old floor tiles, and the sound of heavy footsteps echoed. In this way, they came to a heavy door made of fine gold and with complex carvings.

The Ultramarine who led them turned around, took off his helmet, and revealed a handsome but cold and scary face: "Our father is waiting behind the door, please come in, Marshal Helbrecht.

"

Although his expression was cold, he used his eyes to signal Anjiade to follow Helbrecht. This kind of respect that was not apparent on the surface made the Black Templars feel warm in their hearts - at least the Ultramarines did not look down on them.

"Thank you, Your Excellency." Helbrecht thanked him in a low voice. The door opened in front of him, and a tall figure stood with his back to them.

They walked in, feeling excited and uneasy. The door slammed shut behind them, but Guilliman still didn't speak, apparently thinking.

Three seconds later, Helbrecht said in a hoarse voice: "Lord of Ultramar, Son of Vengeance, Blade of Unity, Lord of Order——"

"—Let's skip the red tape, Grand Marshal."

A faint voice came, and Guilliman turned around, with a calm expression and gentle movements. But it was like a howling storm, and Helbrecht felt a chill hit his heart, as if his blood had frozen. He knew that this was not Guilliman.

Liman is hostile to him, but it is a biological instinctive reaction.

But you will do this when you see a being far higher than you.

"How was your journey?" Guilliman said, with concern in his eyes that didn't seem to be false. "I hope my heirs have not made you feel disrespected."

"Of course not, Your Highness!"

Helbrecht was startled and quickly lowered his head: "Your descendants will never be disrespectful in the slightest!"

"That's good."

Guilliman nodded slightly, raised his hand, and motioned for Helbrecht to sit down. He also pulled out the chair and sat down. Helbrecht's sitting posture was very reserved, and he did not even dare to put his hands on it.

The Prince Regent was on the table, fearing that his armor would scratch the table.

Is this possible? Of course it's impossible. His armor had been anointed with holy oil just two hours before boarding the ship, and the surface had been repaired and polished. Not to mention scratching the table, the inner end of the arm armor could even be used as a mirror.

Guilliman noticed his reserve, but said nothing. Sometimes, it would just be embarrassing to have certain facts brought out.

"This is not an official meeting." He said slowly. "You should also notice that there is no scribe or servo skull beside me, so you can say what you say, Supreme Marshal. I hope this conversation is

On the basis that we open our hearts completely."

The more he behaved like this, the more frightened Helbrecht became.

The Grand Marshal of the Black Templar lowered his head deeply: "Please don't do this. What do you need us to do?"

A few seconds later, Guilliman's voice reached his ears.

"What do you think of aliens, Helbrecht?"

"All aliens deserve to die!"

Helbrecht raised his head suddenly, and the hatred burning in his eyes almost turned into reality.

"They must be removed, purified, burned, and killed!" he hissed. "This is the will of the God-Emperor!"

Guilliman stared at him, and after a while he nodded slowly: "Very good, exactly what I thought - Supreme Marshal."

He changed back to his official title, and Helbrecht didn't notice it at all. On the contrary, Anjiade, the champion of his group, who had been silent, looked at his supreme leader with worried eyes.

marshal.

"Let us assume a situation like this. You and your war group have come to a strange planet. Here, humans and aliens recuperate together, live in peace, unite, and make progress together. There is no racial distinction between them. They are as close to each other as brothers and sisters.

,what will you do?"

Without any hesitation, Helbrecht said: "Extermination order!"

"Why did you make this decision?"

"Because it is a sin for them to live!" Helbrecht said. "Similarly, the humans who mix with them must also be unclean! They are not worthy of being called citizens of the empire. They should be with the aliens."

Die together!"

"Your hatred is traceable. Although it is extreme, it is not incomprehensible."

Guilliman nodded again, raised a finger, and said slowly and majestically: "However, times will change and progress. Do you agree with this?"

"...Does this have anything to do with what we are talking about, Your Highness the Regent?"

"have."

"I agree, Your Highness, but some things cannot be changed." Helbrecht said firmly. "The aliens must die! No matter whether they are men or women, young or old, soldiers or civilians - they all deserve to die! Even if they

I never wanted to be an enemy of the empire!"

"Even if they are even willing to cooperate with the empire or even submit to it?"

"Yes! Sins deserve to be purified!"

Guilliman felt a twitching sensation in his temples.

People often talk about moral dilemmas, but moral dilemmas are only useful to normal people. They are of no use to fanatics like Helbrecht, not to mention treating aliens like this. The Black Templar has even slaughtered more than ten planets.

, because they suspected they were harboring psykers.

'Suspect'.

Guilliman did not let himself show a disappointed expression or talk about it, but was silent for a while. For a moment, he thought about what this empire had been like before. At that time, they were not willing to abandon the most basic morality in order to survive.

, throwing humanity into the trash heap like trash.

At that time, they were still willing to reason.

"High Marshal Helbrecht..." Guilliman said slowly. "I have a task to give you, but I'm not sure whether you are up to it."

"Please tell me." Helbrecht said immediately. "The Black Templar will do its best to complete the mission."

"I want you to hunt down two orcs, one named Old Captain and the other named Face Ripper. They want to go to the Octalius sector and meet there to form a new orc force and make a comeback.

Considering the defense situation near the Octarius sector, we cannot sit idly by."

Helbrecht stood up and immediately performed an eagle salute: "Understood, Your Highness! The Black Temple will definitely complete its mission!"

He was so happy, what could be better than this? The only thing better than killing orcs is to kill a dozen orcs.

"I haven't finished speaking yet, Supreme Marshal Helbrecht."

Narrowing his eyes, Guilliman said: "This mission is conditional. You need to take the ship I equipped for you. It is a new type of ship that can travel through the universe at extremely fast speeds, as fast as subspace navigation.

, and it is far less dangerous than subspace navigation.”

"This is a good thing, thank you!"

In Helbrecht's mind, this couldn't be better - the Black Templars have always adopted a hostile attitude towards psykers, and their hatred is excessive.

However, there are some things that cannot be bypassed. For example, navigators. Subspace navigation must require the existence of navigators. However, even legally approved psychic mutants like navigators and astropaths, the Black Templars cannot

Their existence is almost intolerable, and their attitude towards them is only slightly better than that of slaves and prisoners.

And now they have a way to get past these hateful witchcraft users. Is there any better news?!

Helbrecht was already looking forward to Guilliman's next words.

With this mood, he heard Guilliman say: "Also, you need to go with an alien and follow her orders."

Helbrecht froze, fell silent, and his expression was stagnant, as if there was something wrong with his brain and he couldn't understand what Guilliman had said - a minute later, he spoke in front of the Emperor's Champion Angard

He came back to his senses with worried eyes.

"What did you say?" He smiled reluctantly. "I must have heard wrong."

"You heard me right, I want you to go with an alien and follow her orders."

Guilliman repeated without mercy, his voice as cold as steel.

"Is there a problem?" he asked calmly, staring at Helbrecht.

"you--"

The High Marshal gasped and was unable to say anything for a moment. His hands clenched into fists unconsciously, while Guilliman watched all of this calmly.

"I, I can't understand." Helbrecht said painfully. "How can you say such a thing?"

"What kind of thing?"

"This -" Helbrecht's voice gradually widened, becoming almost like a roar. "This - such blasphemy!"

"boom!"

The door was knocked open, and two victorious soldiers looked at Helbrecht with powered halberds activated, their eyes as sharp as knives. One of them shouted sternly: "Take your words back, you ignorant and cruel guy!

"

The emperor's champion, Anjiade, who is famous for his fanatical beliefs, did not immediately unsheath his sword at this moment. He just put his hand on the sword at his waist and looked at the two victorious soldiers with an almost pleading attitude:

"Please don't do this."

But Helbrecht continued.

"How could you say such a thing?!" He was really roaring now. "You are the only Primarch today! You are his child! You are a great demigod! You should be our

Set an example, our leader!"

"example?"

Guilliman stood up, and with one movement, the atmosphere in the room instantly became cold and biting. The obscure anger of the original body made Helbrecht wake up instantly, but his anger did not subside.

"You and I talk about example?"

Guilliman asked sternly: "What is the example of humanity in your mind? Ignorance, fanaticism and ignorance? Worshiping the Emperor as a god without understanding why he protects humanity so much? Killing those without any reason.

Civilians, simply because you suspect they may be harboring psykers?!"

"You have allowed hatred to consume your heart, High Marshal Helbrecht!"

Guilliman slammed the table, and the loud sound echoed in the room: "Do you know how sad I was when I woke up and saw you? My legions worship me devoutly as a god, not as a human being.

Forerunners! They later changed, which makes me happy, because they understand that there is no need for so-called gods in this world!"

"And you—!"

He glared at Helbrecht, who gradually turned pale.

"Did you know that the Emperor hates religion the most? Did you know that although your father, Rogal Dorn, was as hard as a rock, he never really let indifference surround him? It is true that he was unkind, but he always only told the truth.

, always stay honest! He will never use his so-called devout beliefs to deceive himself into killing innocent people!"

"I ask you, and I ask you one last time, Helbrecht!" Guilliman said word by word. "Do you accept this mission? I tell you clearly that it will be beneficial to the empire!

And you, as the Supreme Marshal of the Black Templars, you have sworn an oath to the Emperor!"

"I remind you, Helbrecht. Your duty to the Empire's territory is far greater than personal hatred!"

"me--"

Helbrecht's lips trembled and he spat out a few broken words. He was ashamed of these words - yes, I swore to the emperor, I was a sharp knife in his hand, and I should open it for him.

The territory is expanding, but I...I am a Black Templar...

God Emperor, can you hear my prayer?

He closed his eyes and painfully asked his heart: Please have mercy on me, please take a look at your loyal believers, I have been forced to a dead end, I don't know how to continue...

A voice sounded in his heart: The way forward depends on you, Helbrecht, my loyal warrior.

Is it you?!

The voice asked: Who am I? What does it matter to you?

You are the God-Emperor, the savior of all mankind, and -

——I am nobody, Helbrecht. I am not the savior of all mankind. My power is too small. I cannot even save every human being. I am not omniscient and omnipotent. I am a human being just like you.

.

W-what? But——

There is nothing, Helbrecht. You have prayed to me many times. You prayed to me for strength and courage. You want me to give you these precious qualities so that you can lead your warriors to kill aliens, but, I

These things were never given to you.

The voice said patiently: These things are your strength. You have relied on your own strength and courage to get here, Helbrecht. You have never really obtained anything from me.

But, am I dependent on your kindness to survive? Helbrecht asked confusedly.

The voice laughed.

Do you really think so? Is this the propaganda of the state religion? Your parents brought you into the world, and your subsequent experiences shaped you into what you are today. You gritted your teeth and endured the training, and endured the whipping after making mistakes.

You survived the reconstructive surgery. You just chanted my name, but did I really give you anything?

Admit it. The voice said gently. I am not a so-called god. The power I give you is something you already have. You are your own savior. Human beings do not need a god dictating above their heads.

Because humans are nobler than gods.

Helbrecht opened his eyes.

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"I didn't expect you to open your mouth to persuade him." He Shenyan said unexpectedly. "I thought you would let the situation develop."

"I'm mad?"

The emperor looked at him with disgust and rotated the iron stick in his hand so that the flesh on the back could be heated: "If this continues, the poor man may have to draw his sword and kill himself."

"Isn't that true?"

"Why not? He is a fanatic, but he also has reason in his heart. He is ashamed because of Guilliman's words, which means that he actually knows that some things are right and wrong, but he just uses his fanatical belief to deceive himself to cover up the past.

.Under such circumstances, there is a high possibility that he would do such a thing."

The Emperor sighed: "But, then again, this boy has the same virtues as his father. He dared to say blasphemy in front of Guilliman on the Macragge's Glory. He is serious.

..."

The Lord of Humanity shook his head and said nothing more.

He Shenyan smiled narrowly: "We are from the same origin, ha?"

He raised his hand, and a skewer of roasted lamb was brought to his mouth. It was sizzling with oil, and the aroma of cumin made him smile. The mage finished the skewer of roasted meat in three strokes, five by two, and then started to do it himself.

I skewered a new skewer and started grilling again.

"It's actually not very accurate to say that they are of the same origin..." The emperor twirled the iron sign in his hand calmly. "I guess Sigismund didn't expect that they would become like this."

"After all, so many things have happened in ten thousand years..."

As he spoke, He Shenyan suddenly frowned. A vague voice of prayer was echoing in his heart. He raised his head, convinced that the emperor had also heard the voice.

Logically speaking, this is no longer possible - passive prayers no longer enter their hearts and are instead accepted by divinity. Unless they take the initiative, no one can pray every day without permission as before.

Hundreds of thousands of harassing phone calls are made every minute.

So...what's going on?

"Chaos?" The Lord of Humanity asked first.

"It's impossible. That bitch is already dead, and the remaining three don't have such brains."

"Don't talk yet, let me listen carefully."

"Are you sure you want to do this?" The emperor frowned and stood up. "I don't recommend you do this."

"Someone is so pious that he can even reach our hearts through divinity. Shouldn't his voice be heard carefully?"

He Shenyan raised his hand and placed it on his temple. His mind sank. The emperor stood beside him, also closing his eyes, protecting his soul.

He kept sinking - sinking, until he sank to the bottom of the sea, and then the voice finally became clear.

"Please answer—!"

There was a desperate sadness in that voice.

"What did we do wrong to deserve such a cruel fate?!"