Stars for the good Warhammer

"The Golden Throne? You mean the one under the Emperor?"

The moment she heard the news, Chamille, who was a little confused, instinctively wanted to say the word toilet, which was often mentioned by her father Otto, but her intuition told her that it didn't seem to be a good word.

Looking at Guilliman's serious and sincere face, Chamuel finally swallowed the second half of his words and then spoke again.

"You mean the psychic device used by the Emperor of Mankind to suppress the Webway?"

"Yes, a full ten thousand years have passed since the Emperor ascended the throne. The situation of the Golden Throne is getting worse and worse, and the consumption of psykers is also increasing day by day. Not long ago, the casting of Mars The general had inspected the device, but the results were not promising."

When he said this, Guilliman was slightly sluggish for a moment, and then said in a pessimistic tone.

"That mysterious device that was born before the age of dark technology used a lot of alien technology inside. We have tried many methods to interpret it, but to this day we still have not been able to understand the true purpose of that device, let alone Talk about restoration.”

"But one thing that is certain is that once that device collapses, there is a high probability that it will cause some extremely bad consequences."

Seeing the worried look on the Primarch's face, Chamuel began to recall in detail the stories his father had told him.

"My father once mentioned that the human emperor is not really unable to stand up from the throne. Although his body has decayed, his characteristics as an immortal also allow him to be resurrected at any time. In other words, he has never been able to rise. Not really dead."

Not long after Chamille's words fell, Robert Guilliman's eyes widened in front of him, and he was as stagnant as a bronze statue. After a long time, he only saw the other person suddenly taking a step forward, a little... He couldn't wait to get closer to the lady in front of him.

"Are you saying that there is a possibility that the Emperor will return again? Does your father still have this magical ability?"

Staring at the face filled with disbelief in front of him, Chamier first took a step back, took the initiative to distance himself from the Primarch, and then continued in a calm tone.

"That throne is actually draining the emperor's life force all the time. Theoretically speaking, all you need to do is pull him up from the throne."

"Is it really that simple?"

"Of course not. The Emperor used his own huge spiritual energy to seal the damaged webway in the palace. If he stood up now, the demons inside and the subspace energy spurting out would immediately devour Terra. This would cause a huge loss in the Human Empire. A gaping hole as large as the Eye of Terror was ripped open in its center, and in a short time it destroyed most life in the galaxy, although the Emperor himself might have survived."

"But he cannot and will never do this for the sake of humanity's survival, even if it will cause him great pain. To the Emperor, the Golden Throne is like a huge and efficient execution device."

At this moment, Guilliman couldn't believe what he was hearing. The Emperor had been suffering for mankind, and this suffering had lasted for ten thousand years?

His father was in so much pain, but why couldn't he have discovered it earlier?

"Is what you said true?"

To this, Chamille responded with a little pride.

"How could my father lie to me?"

The moment he heard this and looked at the other person's expression full of confidence and pride, Robert Guilliman's mood had never been as complicated as it is now.

I do not know how long it has been

"What else did your father say to you?"

Hearing this, Chamier sighed first, and then continued.

"The secret about the Golden Throne is actually a network channel control device manufactured by the ancient Eldar Empire. Its main function is to maintain and manage the subspace network channel. The emperor once hoped to Using the power of the throne to build mankind's own webway is the greatest plan in the emperor's heart, and everything he does is for this purpose."

"It's a pity that he failed. The culprit of all this was your brother Magnus. It was he who destroyed the webway at a critical moment, thus completely changing the fate of the human empire."

When he heard that the culprit of all this was actually his fallen brother, Guilliman's eyes changed again.

"It's him."

In the silence and speechlessness, Chamuel noticed that the Primarch silently clenched his fists. After a moment of silence, the Primarch once again spoke out the questions in his heart.

"Does this mean it can only be like this?"

In this regard, the young woman in front of him did not answer, but Guilliman refused to give up and continued to ask.

"Perhaps your father will have a way to save the Emperor or maybe he can take the Emperor's place on the throne?"

However, his words obviously aroused Chamille's dissatisfaction.

"Why should my father make such a huge sacrifice for your father?"

At this moment, looking at the woman's complaining eyes, Guilliman also realized that his words seemed to be somewhat excessive.

After expressing his apology, everything finally returned to its original point.

"So about the restoration of the throne"

Facing the inquiry, Chamier frowned slightly, then looked up at the original body's face and said with great seriousness.

"This is not something I can decide. I need to seek my father's opinion."

As the words fell, Chamille had obviously lost interest in continuing to communicate.

But just before turning around and preparing to leave, she suddenly and unhurriedly left such a sentence.

"If some people had come to support earlier during the Siege of Terra, maybe the ending of the story would have been different."

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A moment later, the members of the Honor Guard who had remained in place saw Guilliman emerging from the passage.

Through the seemingly calm eyes of the other party, they could feel that their original body seemed to be in great sadness.

However, when the Ultramarines tried to show concern.

"Father?"

For some reason, the moment he heard these two words, the original body looked even more wrong.

However, before they could figure out what happened, the next moment they saw a mortal civil servant running over from the other end of the corridor.

After being stopped by members of the Honor Guard, the mortal shouted a shocking news to the original body not far away.

"Lord Guilliman! Ultramar is attacked!"

"The attackers are the Death Guard's plague fleet!"

"It was Mortarion who led them."