The Primarchs fell silent. At this point, the Imperium's conventional forces were utterly incapable of inflicting any effective damage on the Cybeleus Warframe. For this, they could only choose to request the Golden Emperor's intervention.
After all, something of this caliber could no longer be resolved by conventional military might; this was a complete technological crushing.The Golden Imperium, at this moment, had no way to deal with a Cybeleus Warframe of this level.
An urgent plea for help from the Primarchs was jointly delivered before the Golden Emperor.
Looking at the message sent by the Primarchs, the Golden Emperor, seeing the impregnable psychic defense, couldn't help but smile.
"So that's it! So that's it! I wondered how I could be so cowardly, merely sitting on the golden throne, maintaining a psychic barrier, passively defending. That has never been my characteristic!"
"So you actually dispatched troops, bypassed our sight, and formed Legions on Cadia!"
The appearance of an unmatched unit on the surface of Cadia was enough to explain the current situation to the Golden Emperor. Besides the Imperium of Man on the other side, who else could have sent that force?
If those four chaos gods could achieve this, then his Great Crusade would not have been successful.
The Golden Emperor once again glanced at the psychic barrier formed by the golden throne. He already understood the opponent's actions, but he couldn't extricate himself.
He couldn't even order Odin to handle this matter, because the chaos gods would never allow him to resolve these problems so easily.
Since Zeke only had two people on his side at this moment, the chaos gods already felt they had the upper hand, so weakening him naturally became their top priority.
Thinking of this, the Golden Emperor glared fiercely at the chaos gods beside him, who could now be considered his collaborators.
He suddenly felt that he seemed inferior to The Emperor on the other side. At least The Emperor had companions of his own level, and his companions almost firmly stood by his side.
While he was not without companions, his companions were not of the same level as him. Those of the same level as him were basically engaged in mutual deception, even Odin.
This guy had already ascended to godhood and shared his divine rank. Don't be fooled by their current cooperation; it was merely due to the force of circumstance.
Odin needed to band together with him to jointly resist the chaos gods.
The Golden Emperor carefully surveyed the cards in his hand, and finally, he somewhat helplessly realized that unless he personally intervened, it seemed impossible to resolve the situation on Cadia.
And just as he was still agonizing over the unfolding events, the battle on Cadia changed again. The already risen cerberus war engine used the disintegration cannon in its hand to sweep across the battleships in the sky.
The battleships, which had already been redeployed to this side by Zeke, also sailed out from behind the star in the star system and charged towards the Imperial Fleet.
A fleet of thousands of main battleships, combined with tens of thousands of auxiliary battleships, headed towards the Imperial Fleet. Although the Imperial Fleet possessed a larger auxiliary force of warships, the quality of the two sides was not the same.
Not to mention the Cybeleus Warframe on the ground, which swept away large swathes with its chain cannon, even in naval combat, ordinary battleships engaged in similar bombardments.
The Imperial Fleet's battleships were almost instantly torn in half and rapidly broke apart.
The battleships, shattered into debris, fell helplessly towards the planetary surface of Cadia. Subsequently, these shipwrecks were directly transported into the Warp, disappearing from the real universe.
Nine Primarch Legions were completely annihilated during the time the Golden Emperor was contemplating, which was four standard Terra hours.
Several Primarchs were even surrounded by a large number of Space Marines during boarding actions, and with the intervention of the Custodian Guard, they were captured alive.
Deep within the underground fortress of Cadia's command center, in a secret room sealed by powerful psychic energy, nine Primarchs were confined by special energy shackles.
Their power armour was damaged, their bodies bore scars. Although they still held their heads high, their eyes were filled with humiliation, anger, and a difficult-to-hide bewilderment that ordinary people could never see in a Primarch.
The war was lost. Their fleet was destroyed by the enemy with overwhelming force. They seemed to have made no effective resistance.
This situation left these Primarchs feeling lost and helpless.
The Primarchs, who had enjoyed relatively smooth sailing during the Great Crusade, had never encountered such a situation. They lacked experience in dealing with such matters.
Compared to the few Primarchs under The Emperor, the hardships they had endured were several times greater than what these Primarchs had faced.
The hardships endured brought not only suffering. For excellent individuals, they often draw the necessary nourishment and summarize various experiences from adversity.
To put it bluntly, although The Emperor had a sparse number of Primarchs, they were definitely far superior to the Golden Emperor's Primarchs in dealing with various matters.
As these smooth-sailing Primarchs felt a sense of bewilderment, the alloy door of the secret room slid open silently.
Zeke slowly walked in.
He wore simple civilian clothes, without any powerful energy fluctuations, like an ordinary person.
But it was this return to simplicity, this tranquility, that brought even greater pressure to the nine Primarchs.
No Primarch would believe that the Zeke before them was a mortal, because only a Primarch could defeat a Primarch, and of course, beings of the Emperor's caliber.
Now, if someone told them Zeke was an ordinary person, who would believe it? The Primarchs would be the first to disbelieve.
After Zeke entered, the Primarchs all turned their gaze towards him, their eyes fixed on the opponent.
Zeke, with a calm gaze, swept over the nine defeated generals, finally resting on the Primarch of the Dark Angels, Lion El'Jonson.
"Gentlemen, this is our first meeting, but I want to tell you that I am not unfamiliar with you."
Zeke spoke his first sentence, and although his first sentence was a bit convoluted, the Primarchs could indeed understand its meaning.
After all, the Golden Imperium had also conquered a part of the galaxy, and there, they had also seen their Warp collective.
"In truth, your fate is already sealed. You have failed, and I need you. I once promised my companion that he would be able to live a normal life."
"Your appearance is actually the best thing for me. With your existence, I can also rescue those Primarchs who have fallen into the endless Chaos."
"And my promise to my companion will be successfully fulfilled with your help. For this, I express my gratitude to you."
"Alright, our conversation can end now. I came to see you merely to inform you of this. As useful individuals, you have the right to know your direction."
Leaving these words, Zeke once again departed from the secret room.
Only a group of Primarchs remained, looking at each other in bewilderment.
They simply didn't understand why.
The Primarchs looking at each other did not delay what Zeke was about to do.
He took all 9 Primarchs away from that place and entered his own universe.
A universe with 19 Primarchs, even a parallel galaxy like this, is extremely rare, after all, not every galaxy with The Emperor would have Primarchs.
The method for dealing with these Primarchs was very simple. After Zeke brought them back to his galaxy, his main body, seated on the golden throne, made a decisive move.
The Warp essence of the 9 Primarchs was instantly stripped away by Zeke, and then these Warp essences were projected onto the other Primarchs with extremely powerful psychic energy by Zeke.
The Primarchs who were conquering another galaxy only felt warm currents appearing throughout their bodies, and in the next second, their power began to surge, especially Guilliman.
In order to allow Guilliman to continue to be a qualified tool, Zeke spared no effort in his conquest of Guilliman at this time.
He not only gave Guilliman the essence of a Primarch, but also took out a part of his own origin and injected it into Guilliman's body, diligently empowering this future tool.
Unlike the surge in power of his other brothers, Guilliman's enhancements were mostly in his mind. He would soon be able to handle more government affairs. When he was immersed in handling the Imperium's affairs, he still felt a bit shaky.
But now it was different. Now, one Guilliman was worth six of his past self. He could successfully handle the government affairs of at least three galaxies!
This was Zeke's expectation for Guilliman!
As an Imperial Regent, Guilliman keenly perceived that his brain seemed to work much better, and in the next second, he already understood Zeke's expectations for him.
"No, I don't want it!"
"I don't want to go back to the Ministry of Administration to deal with these things! I don't want to!"
While all the Primarchs were very happy, Guilliman was the only one wailing. He could keenly sense that his power was not inferior to that of his other brothers.
This was definitely not something his original self could have achieved; it could only mean that Zeke had personally intervened to strengthen him.
Feeling the increasingly powerful strength in his body, Guilliman showed no smile. He cried softly.
His brothers naturally understood what Guilliman was going through, but how could they comfort him? The Primarch brothers simply patted his arm gently as each of them walked past Guilliman.
Only the Great Angel stepped forward and embraced Guilliman.
"It's alright, Guilliman, it's alright. Someone always has to make a sacrifice, don't they?"
"Since Uncle Zhou values you, then this is also good news. Don't disappoint him, old man."
Sanguinius's comfort had no effect on Guilliman at all. The thought of having to face the mountain of paperwork and endless meetings again brought tears streaming down his face.
This Primarch, known for his rationality and efficiency, now resembled a prisoner about to be led to execution, exuding an aura of utter despair.
His other Primarch brothers watched this scene, their expressions varied. Some, like Jaghatai Khan, struggled to suppress their laughter.
Some, like Dorn, showed sympathy, while others, like Leman Russ, wore an expression of "thank goodness it's not me."
But without exception, they all tacitly refrained from disturbing Sanguinius's "comfort"—after all, no one would be smiling if such "good fortune" fell upon them.
In the future, while his brothers would all be serving the Imperium and fighting for the Emperor, Guilliman would be confined to the Imperium's capital, Terra, facing an endless sea of paperwork. This was utterly terrifying for everyone at this moment.
Sanguinius held Guilliman, soothing him like a frightened child. His platinum wings gently brushed Guilliman's trembling shoulders, his voice soft, as if comforting a younger brother.
"Robert, my brother. We all know your talent is unmatched. Uncle Zhou entrusting such a heavy responsibility to you is his greatest trust and recognition.
Think about it, the affairs of three galaxies! What a magnificent undertaking! Only you can bear such a heavy burden and ensure the Terran Dominion steadily advances in the torrent of the new era."
Guilliman raised his tear-filled face, his voice choked: "But... Sanguinius... that's three galaxies! Endless reports, meetings, budgets, personnel appointments, resource allocation... I'll be drowned in documents! I'll truly die!"
"Nonsense!" Sanguinius gently patted Guilliman's back, his tone coaxing.
"Look at your current power. Uncle Zhou personally empowered you. Your processing speed and capabilities are far beyond what they once were.
The work you once found unbearable might now just be... well... a slightly longer tactical simulation?"
Guilliman shook his head frantically: "That's not the same! Tactical simulations are clean, logical! Government affairs are chaotic, full of human relations and squabbles! It's mental torture! It's a torment for the soul!"
"And most importantly, tactical simulations have an end, but the endless government affairs flying around have no end at all. If today's work isn't done, tomorrow's work will still come."
"The vast galaxy will have a large amount of government affairs coming to my hands every day. If even one of these things is not handled well, and I handle 10 fewer things today, then these 10 things will appear tomorrow, and tomorrow they will appear the day after tomorrow, and they will pile up into a mountain."
"And if I don't handle these matters well, allowing them to pile up into a mountain, then the internal affairs of all departments of the Imperium will have problems because of the government affairs I haven't handled well. This is an unbearable responsibility."
Guilliman was crying, Guilliman was desperate. He felt a pang of regret for why he had displayed such extraordinary administrative abilities, which made Zeke pick on him so relentlessly.
Just then, Zeke's main body slowly opened his eyes. His grand will enveloped Guilliman like warm sunlight.
"Guilliman, don't worry, I won't let you fight alone here. You have two people who can help you. You have two Malcadors who can assist you in handling this matter. Don't worry, you will still have time to rest."
Zeke brought Guilliman a message that allowed him to breathe a sigh of relief. With two Imperial Regents, Malcador, it was indeed possible for him to get some rest from the Imperium's affairs.
Under the comfort of such news, Guilliman's already near-collapsed emotions finally improved slightly, and Zeke, seeing this situation, also withdrew his attention.
The conquest of the Golden Imperium was nearing its end at this time. As he withdrew his attention, Zeke issued an order.
"Gather your armies. The fighting here will be handled by the Iron Legion and regular troops. You will take your respective legions and prepare to go with me to another galaxy to end the war there."
"Whether your daemon Primarch brothers can return to your side depends on this war."