Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

"Have you slept for ten thousand years like Ryan?"

"Why else would you have white hair?"

The clone of Guilliman called someone through the communication channel who could truly see into the past by touching objects, then walked to the desk and asked softly about his identity.

"Because I'm too tired." Guilliman raised his head. "Do you dare to imagine that I have returned two or three generations, but I haven't cleaned up the mess yet."

The clone had already guessed where Guilliman's white hair probably came from, but he still wanted to ask.

I want to know how miserable the original body is.

Maybe it's because the clone has a higher empathy for the original body, or maybe it can't stand it any longer. In short, the clone walked up to the original body, picked up all the parchments piled beside his legs, and put them on the table.

"Thank you, but I don't have time to deal with these matters at the moment."

Guilliman thanked his clone, thinking that the Thunder Warrior was just trying to help him move his pending business from his lap to the table.

As for helping him handle his affairs... Guilliman doesn't mind. After all, these affairs have been backlogged for a long time. They are not very important or confidential, but they just need someone to handle them and be able to bear the responsibility of handling them in the name of the regent. .

But the problem is that the new Thunder Warriors were formerly civilians in the Tyrone Sector. These messes in the Empire will immediately allow them to process the brain overheating and phantom pain of hundreds of battle situations at high speed, and then they will complain and leave.

But to Guilliman's expectation, the "New Thunder Warrior" in front of him stood beside his desk, helping him deal with the mountain of affairs.

Just like himself.

At the same time, deal with many old things written on parchment that need to be judged.

"Don't you have a headache?" Guilliman continued to deal with the matters at hand, and at the same time he still had energy to chat. "I thought you would think that there is no need or significance to deal with these old rotten things. Things are meant to be left to rot in the corner.”

Hearing the original question, the clone replied: "If these things really have no meaning in being dealt with, then you won't waste time on it. You have returned two or three generations of time, but this time is nothing." , you need to judge the past, you need to let those who deserve rewards and glory get what they deserve, and you need to adapt the current empire to the existence of a regent."

"You are so wise!" Guilliman was quite surprised.

"Of course." The clone nodded.

The two of them were chatting and dealing with things like this.

For some reason, Guilliman felt an inexplicable closeness and trust to this warrior.

It's like he is another version of himself.

When the two chatted about the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar, Guilliman discovered that the new Thunder Warrior next to him was exceptionally knowledgeable. He actually knew the Five Hundred Worlds well.

He even knew what was on Macragge.

He even knows what state Macragge was in ten thousand years ago.

However, what made Guilliman feel that there was a slight flaw was that there were some detailed errors in what the new Thunder Warrior next to him, who got along well with him, told him.

For example, "New Thunder Warriors" believes that the red helmets worn by some of the Ultramarines came from an elite warrior who died gloriously in the Great Crusade. That elite warrior liked to wear red helmets. Later, In order to commemorate him, the Ultramarines let warriors who have made great achievements wear red helmets.

And Guilliman will be very patient and correct the errors in the words of "New Thunder Warriors", telling him that the origin of the red helmet is not like this.

When the Horus Heresy occurred, a warrior warned his battle brothers and superiors that other primarchs might rebel. This man was then regarded as a scum who doubted friendly forces. In order to humiliate him, his helmet was painted red. To show shame.

But later it turned out that the warrior's warning was true, so the red helmet changed from humiliation to glory.

Upon hearing the original errata, a smile appeared on the face of the clone hidden under the helmet, and then in a very serious tone he expressed that he had learned the lesson and thanked the original.

"Why are you so familiar with Macragge, my friend?" Guilliman asked with a smile.

"Because I was a learned Tyrone before I became a super soldier." The clone's face was hidden under the helmet, but there was a smile in his tone. "I have also communicated with Macragge's scholars many times."

"A learned man, not just a warrior who becomes a super soldier." Guilliman nodded with a smile, "There is no prejudice and does not think that a scholar cannot become a qualified warrior. This is one of the many advantages of your leader. "

With that said, the two Guillimans continued to deal with their affairs.

Until they both raised their heads at the same time.

"Don't tell anyone you're helping me with my affairs."

"Don't tell others that I handle things for you."

The two said in unison.

"As long as you understand."

"As long as you understand."

The two spoke in unison again.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

Finally, Guilliman broke the embarrassment with a hearty laugh: "Hahahaha! It seems that we get along very well!"

"Of course." The clone nodded.

Guilliman nodded and continued to work hard.

After a while, the cloned Guilliman suddenly heard a sigh from the original body: "I suddenly felt that it would be good if I could have a clone to help me deal with these things..."

Hearing the emotion, the clone had no reaction at all: "Fortunately, my leader took me to Broome to kill all the blasphemous creations of that mad doctor."

"Correct." Guilliman nodded, "I just sighed. If a clone of me really comes in front of me, I'm afraid I will go berserk on the spot."

"Then will you break with my leader because of this?" The clone also put down the quill and asked seriously.

"That's not true." Guilliman shrugged, "We are not children, how could we break up because of a little conflict?"

The clone fell silent thoughtfully.

At this time, the door to the archives was pushed open, and a new Thunder Warrior walked in. He glanced at Guilliman and then walked towards the wet items placed on the table.

This real new Thunder Warrior immediately discovered the past of the wetware, and then reported: "There is only one thing recorded in this wetware, and that is an order. A death shroud was ordered to take back Death on Broome. The Order of the Holy Relic.”

"The Deathly Hallows." Guilliman thought for a moment with a solemn expression, and then said in a deep voice: "Ryan no longer has to hesitate. We have to go to Broome. In any case, the previous strategy must be put on hold."