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Of course, Guilliman couldn't answer Lion's question, nor could he explain the greenskin's blasphemous behavior, because he himself was confused now.

In all the long years since the days of the Great Crusade, Guilliman had never encountered anything so abstract.

Although today's empire is decadent and decadent, and today's human beings are superstitious and ignorant, billions of people have suffered from pain and torture in the hard work day after day, and can only hopelessly look towards the body sitting on the golden throne. The corrupt gods above constantly worship and pray, begging for salvation from the Lord of Humanity.

...But who could have imagined that one day a group of noisy green guys would suddenly squeeze in among the fanatical crowd kowtowing to the emperor.

Especially this group of greenskins patted their heads and gritted their teeth and said: I think I worship the God-Emperor more than you do.

This is enough to make any state religion believer angry, and it is also enough to cause some 'rumors' to appear in the imperial army, which is not a monolithic army:

"It was a sunny late night. Lord Guilliman was drunk. The drunken primarch was walking on the battlefield and met a female greenskin with the same interest..."

On the orbital defense platform of Darnak Prime, several Ultramarines regiment servants were counting and transporting equipment and medical supplies sent to the ground front line.

Chapter servants are generally served by mortals who were unsuccessful in the selection of Astartes recruits. Their regular work is to maintain power armor, maintain equipment, transport ammunition and other logistical tasks for the Space Marines, but they can also take up arms when necessary. On the battlefield, even if they cannot become Astartes, their overall quality can be said to be the best among mortals.

But even decent Septons Astartes cannot completely abandon mundane emotions and tastes, let alone the Chapter servants who have not been genetically modified. Chatting about the gossips of big shots after work is one of the few serious entertainments these mortals have.

Except Dark Angel.

"...Lord Guilliman took hold of the Emperor's Sword and drove straight in, killing the green-skin until he dropped his armor and shed tears... He kept crying and begging for mercy, but how could the loyal Primarch of the God-Emperor treat the aliens? Is his hand soft? His cries for mercy will only make his movements faster..."

A one-eyed servant in a linen robe rambled on about the fierce battle that night to several of his colleagues, as vividly as if he had been there to cheer the Primarch on.

Several people were very engrossed in the conversation, discussing with great interest the moves and positions used by the original body at that time. They did not notice at all that three tall figures wearing hoods, holding ceremonial staffs, and wearing dark green power armor were already standing quietly. behind them.

"Stop your blasphemy, heretics." The interrogation priest of the Dark Angels held the chapter code hanging on his waist with one hand, and pointed the ceremonial staff with the sacred Imperial Sky Eagle embedded at the end at the heads of several servants: "You You will pay the price for your disrespect to the Emperor."

Suddenly, the faces of several battle group servants turned pale. Only the one-eyed man in linen robes had a faint smile on his lips.

Then, each of them was interrogated individually by the Primarch.

Although there was little hope, Guilliman did smell some well-designed conspiracies from these bizarre rumors. He hoped to find some clues about the truth by tracing the spread of these rumors with different versions among the Imperial Army. .

——The differences between different versions of the rumors mainly focus on the techniques used by Guilliman during the battle and the length of the fierce battle with the greenskins. Some say eight days and eight nights, while others say eight minutes and eight seconds.

This was all the information Guilliman got after interrogating more than a dozen people who spread rumors. It had almost no practical significance other than making the anger in his chest burn even more.

After sorting out the confession, Guilliman quickly walked into the next interrogation room. "This is the last one. No matter what the result is, the investigation can only be temporarily suspended."

The war situation in the Danak galaxy is getting more and more intense. The Eldar, Greenskins, Tyranids, and humans are in an endless hostile relationship with the other three parties. From space to the ground, from the real universe to the subspace, Dana Every corner of the Ke galaxy was scorched by the flames of war.

Llane had led his Primarch Guard to the front lines, and Guilliman could waste no more time on interrogations.

With this thought in mind, Guilliman walked into the interrogation room and saw the last rumormonger waiting to be interrogated.

This is an ordinary mortal with one eye missing. His linen robe has been stripped off, and his naked body is covered with marks of whips and irons. These are the handiwork of the Dark Angel interrogating the priest.

What surprised Guilliman was, "Why didn't you replace your missing eye with a mechanical prosthetic eye? The salary of a Chapter servant should be enough for you to buy a prosthetic body from the Adeptus Mechanicus to repair your own defects."

"Your concern makes me panic, Lord Guilliman." Blood gushed out from the wound on the one-eyed servant's forehead and trickled down his cheekbones. He said with a smile: "But you should hurry up now, those on the front line Soldiers need to see Robert Guilliman on the battlefield. Even if he doesn't actually do anything."

An ordinary war regiment servant with a very keen sense of politics...

Guilliman raised his eyebrows slightly, "According to the confessions of the previous rumor spreaders, they all heard the rumors about me from you and then relayed them to others. What about you? You also heard these rumors from others. Paraphrasing it from the media, or...are you the one who originally spread the rumor?"

"It's not important, Guilliman." The one-eyed servant smiled faintly, as if the shocking torture scars on his body didn't exist. "You want to know the origin of these greenskins and why they believe in the Emperor, isn't it? What?"

Guilliman frowned. This man's abnormal reaction made him feel some strange feelings in his heart.

"Although people throughout the empire worship the human emperor as a god, in fact, the emperor is not a god yet, or is about to become a god." The one-eyed servant said:

"You put on Khorne's Helm of Dominance and stole part of the god of war, so you should understand what the so-called 'god' is in this universe."

Before Guilliman could speak, he continued: "Becoming a god means many things, it means losing your human emotions, it means losing your free will, it means everything about you is enslaved by the corresponding concepts... ...Although it is not bad now, every thought and idea of ​​the emperor is enslaved and kidnapped by the 'continuation of human civilization'. The so-called God Emperor is nothing more than a poor prisoner."

"Just as your path to godhood corresponds to the power of war, the Emperor has occupied one corner of the eight-pointed star of chaos, which is the end and death, the ashes after the fire burns out, the cold darkness... Named, the Lord of Darkness.”

"For ten thousand years, the spiritual flame on the Golden Throne has never been extinguished. The Emperor's soul burned fiercely in the highest sky, burning into a black and cold star. All mankind prayed and worshiped day after day. Keep adding massive amounts of faith to the Emperor, pouring more fuel into the star to keep it burning."

"Burning, only burning, burning moment by moment... Once the flame on the Golden Throne is extinguished, destruction will follow. The Dark King will be born from the ashes of the Emperor after he burns out, bringing great consequences to the entire galaxy. Ending and death.”

The one-eyed servant's calm narration shocked Guilliman and made the scribe in the interrogation room unable to write. Guilliman subconsciously wanted to use the Emperor's Sword to make this daring mortal servant shut his blasphemous mouth, but just as The one-eyed servant said that Guilliman, who had worn the Helm of Command, could understand what he meant.

After all, Guilliman is also in the process of becoming a god.

No matter how rational and materialistic the Primarch is, he cannot hide his ears when faced with the objective facts of personal experience... Mortarion's abstract guy does not count.

"For ten thousand years, the Emperor has been burning. He thought he could block the birth of the Dark Lord forever and keep mankind at the moment of destruction forever, but he was wrong..."

The one-eyed psyker continued: "Ten thousand years is too long, too long, until the Golden Throne has begun to malfunction, the emperor's body has suffered irreversible decay and collapse, and the growing darkness in the sea of ​​souls has The sun needs more fuel, so the star bombers take action."

"Starbuster?" Guilliman's eyes widened, "He did it?!"

"Yes, the Star Destroyer, the Star Destroyer used a psychic weapon called the 'God's Judgment' to brainwash all the green-skinned orcs on the nine planets in the Ophelia galaxy, and forcibly converted them to become the Emperor. fanatical believers."

The one-eyed psyker smiled, his thin body began to fill with strong muscles, and his scarred skin turned fiery red.

Magnus recited the incantation quickly, activated the teleportation spell, tore a small subspace rift in the cabin of the Macragge's Glory, got into it and disappeared, leaving only an erratic word in the interrogation room. echoed in:

"Now that the Golden Throne has received more fuel, the Emperor's burning will continue."