Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

"We must now consider a problem in advance."

After Qin Mo left, Guilliman spoke slowly.

Everyone's eyes fell on him.

Ten thousand years ago, Guilliman's voice was not very powerful, and he was wary and hostile because of some of his actions, but now, the complicated affairs of the empire are on him, even Lion will listen patiently when Guilliman mentions something.

"There are still many troubles in the galaxy, but these troubles are not a threat to survival."

"The star god named Star Scroll has been found, and the research on the reality curtain can also proceed normally. Assuming that nothing unexpected happens, assuming that the most intense infighting among the gods has not ended, the research is successful, and the real universe will no longer be easily eroded by the subspace."

"At that time, humans will no longer be closely united several times because of the crisis of survival like now."

"Many problems that have been hidden and suppressed will erupt in the future."

Guilliman tried to be as subtle as possible, and it was enough for everyone to just understand what he wanted to express.

"Are you worried about civil war?" Lion sneered, "You glanced at me just now because of my reminder to my father. Now you are also guessing like me. If your friend knew that you were guessing him like this, how would he react?"

Guilliman was stunned for a moment: "I guess Lao Qin? How do you say that? Lion, this is not a matter between two people, but between two ruling entities. Just as our relationship has eased, the relationship between our two descendants is still extremely tense. Could it be that because my relationship with you is still acceptable, Calgar will not think about revenge on the Dark Angels Legion for scheming against the Ultramarines in the previous operation on the Fallen Angels?"

Lion fell silent. It's not that he didn't understand Guilliman, but he thought about these things, but the result was negative.

"Tyrone is still a star zone in name, and its total size is not as large as that of the Empire." Sanguinius said, "You seem to have put the Empire on the weak side from the beginning."

"The huge advantage is not comprehensive, brother." Guilliman looked at Sanguinius, "Let's not talk about the productivity of a world of the Tyrone people, just talk about taxation. A sum of money is paid from a world. If it is an Imperial world, after being exploited by the governor and various world institutions, it would be good to get 1% in my hands. This is still the good situation where we use the dimensional engine without the loss of warp transportation."

"But the money or materials of the Tyrone people, the AI ​​will requisition and transport as usual... In addition to the energy consumption of the AI ​​carrier and the fuel consumption during the transportation process, I can't think of anything else that will consume part of this money."

"You don't care about finance, but I do. I know why the Tyrone people paid taxes according to the standards of the richest star zone of the Empire after deciding to improve relations with the Empire hundreds of years ago. The taxes of several worlds are enough to pay the tithe for several years later."

Sanguinius raised his eyebrows and nodded thoughtfully.

"I have calculated the output required to support their population." Lion was a little surprised, "I thought that with the level of force and the number of soldiers of the Tyron people, almost everyone was squeezed dry to make up for it."

Guilliman looked at Lion again, opened his mouth, and closed it again.

The conversation fell into silence.

Now that the Necrons have not been dealt with, and the technology to repair the curtain has not yet appeared in its infancy, it seems a little too early to discuss the future affairs of the human race.

But for people like the Primarch who are at the top of the empire, some things are considered when they have to consider them, and it is already too late.

Without foresight, neither military nor rule can be maintained.

After a moment of silence, Chagatai said to Guilliman: "Everyone has more or less considered things in the extremely distant future. Just say what you want to say. Only your brother and father are present, no one else."

Guilliman nodded: "It is impossible to easily solve future problems with a few words by relying on the good relationship between a few senior figures. The Empire and Talon do fight side by side, but the Imperials are prejudiced against the Talons, and the Talons are also prejudiced against the Imperials."

"If it really comes to the point of going to war, I personally will not fight for the existence of the Empire, and I will also try my best to prevent my descendants from fighting."

Hearing Guilliman say this, the Emperor said: "I will also try my best to avoid unnecessary sacrifices. Humans should not be in and another group of humans died and were injured in the war, so I think you still think too much and are too pessimistic. "

"You are our father." Guilliman asked, "One of our father's wills, you would think so, what about the other wills of the cold sun? Just like you regard me as your son, your other wills call me a thief, a traitor, a tool, and hope, each with its own ideas. "

After saying that, Guilliman looked at the other brothers again: "We are the same. To be honest, I have always been worried that the Dark Angels would be caused by the Lion to cause conflicts, but the Lion has changed, and he can be persuaded. If it was Dorne, he was still the steward of Terra. During the meeting that made Tyrone and the Empire decide to ease relations, I think the Tyrone people would be blocked from Terra by him. "

Lion looked away and thought for a while. He felt that Guilliman wanted to express one thing, that is, stubborn people will make the Empire pay unnecessary sacrifices in the future.

Looking at Dorn from Guilliman's perspective, just thinking about the stubbornness of this brother can make people predict his position before Dorn returns and knows everything and makes a decision, and then feel scalp tingling.

"Speak directly. You still haven't said what you really want to say." Chagatai said.

"Okay. Okay." Guilliman waved his hand, turned around and sat on the chair next to Vulkan who didn't know what was going on. He hesitated for a while before speaking, "I suggest that if other brothers can be found, we try to let Dorn return later, until the human race is completely calm."

Chagatai, who had been urging Guilliman to speak directly, was satisfied at this time.

"But Lord Talon himself didn't let Dorn come back later." Sanguinius said.

"Then what else would he say?" Guilliman asked Sanguinius, "It doesn't matter if Dorn comes back or not. In the most extreme case, the only thing that will be destroyed by the Celestial Engine is the Phalanx and the Imperial Fist, and there is only one Primarch?"

The conversation fell into silence again.

Finally, Vulkan broke the silence: "We are too pessimistic. Roboute is right. We can't make the entire Empire act completely according to our will, but we can influence the Empire. Besides, Dorn hasn't come back yet. We don't know how he will react after seeing everything now. We can't just assume that he will be so stubborn that he will be hostile to all forces other than the Empire that he thinks can't make humanity better."

Hearing this, everyone nodded silently.