The subsequent matters were much easier to handle; both empires had already conquered another galaxy, so it was familiar territory for both imperial armies.
The armies, once enemies, laid down their weapons and stood together. As for the soldiers who sacrificed their lives on the battlefield... naturally, there was no issue. Zeke brought out the Post-Mortem Re-Employment Center, and those who had fallen in battle were quickly resurrected.
With technology advanced to this point, death was no longer a limit for humanity; the soul was the true limit. Physical death was not a problem for humans.
For humans, as long as their souls still existed, merely changing a physical body was a very simple matter for the Imperium of Man at this time.
Although each time a body was changed, the soul would inevitably suffer some loss, what did that matter?
Ordinary people wouldn't care about this; they only knew that their loved ones, comrades, and family had been resurrected, and that was enough.
Even more delighted were the gene-slaves and those who had suffered uncontrollable mutations due to genetic tampering... For such people, their souls were still human, but their bodies were too different from normal humans. This was a perfect opportunity to replace them with a body that conformed to human standards.
Zeke did not handle the subsequent matters himself; instead, he flew towards the glory of macragge.
He wasn't without tools; with Guilliman available as a tool, why would he do the work himself?
When Zeke arrived at the glory of macragge, Guilliman, who was commanding inside, had a dark expression and a look of despair.
Just moments ago, he had received news from the other side: the The Golden Imperium on the opposite side had also conquered a galaxy.
This meant that he would soon be responsible for managing a total of four galaxies. What an immense amount of work that would be!
Before Zeke even came to find him, cold sweat was already beading on Guilliman's forehead.
He truly couldn't imagine the despair of having the affairs of four galaxies piled onto his hands.
At this moment, Guilliman, although he could feel that his brain was much more efficient and handling the affairs of four galaxies wasn't very strenuous, he didn't want to sit there and process things all day long.
Who was he?
He was Guilliman, he was the Son of Vengeance. Guilliman knew this, as he had already merged with another Guilliman.
And precisely because he had merged with another Guilliman, he also harbored a longing for war.
He yearned to lead the Ultramarines and bring more glory to the Imperium.
But everything he longed for was about to disappear. Zeke slowly walked into the captain's quarters of the glory of macragge, where Guilliman was seated.
"No need to say anything, Uncle Zhou, I know what you mean. I will handle all of this, don't worry."
Knowing full well why Zeke had come, Guilliman didn't wait for Zeke to speak. Instead, he voluntarily stood up, ready to take on his responsibilities.
"Mhm, mhm..."
"Very good, very good, Guilliman. I didn't expect you to be so self-aware. Excellent. Then the matters of the four galaxies are entrusted to you. I will be taking the fleet to explore outside the galaxy before long."
Zeke was very satisfied with Guilliman's recognition and his proactive stance in taking on his responsibilities.
"As a reward for your proactiveness, I think it's necessary to give you something.
After all, you can't just work here without receiving corresponding rewards."
Guilliman was so sensible and proactive, which pleased Zeke. When Zeke was pleased, he naturally had to give out his rewards.
"Come with me, Guilliman, I'll take you somewhere."
In an instant, Zeke opened a passage to the Warp before Guilliman.
The Warp was no longer as chaotic as before, because the 12 Chaos Gods of the Warp had been suppressed by Zeke. After they, representing most of the disorder in the Warp, were suppressed, the Warp naturally became much more peaceful.
Out of trust for Zeke, and excited to hear that Zeke intended to give him a reward, Guilliman followed closely behind Zeke and stepped into the Warp passage.
And that one step utterly bewildered him. Following Zeke's footsteps into the Warp, Guilliman saw the 12 Chaos Gods of the Warp obediently confined in place.
His father, the Emperor, stood before these 12 Chaos Gods, observing them.
Although Guilliman recognized the Emperor as his father immediately, he still felt a bit strange. It seemed his father had gained more humanity, and had become even stronger?
Who was the Emperor? He had ascended to godhood, becoming the Dark King, and naturally could sense Zeke re-entering the Warp, bringing someone with him.
Upon realizing it was Guilliman, the Emperor slowly turned his head and cast a proud and satisfied gaze in Guilliman's direction.
If there was one among his progeny he was most satisfied with, it was undoubtedly Guilliman.
This Guilliman, who could shoulder the heavy responsibilities of the Imperium during critical times and even solve so many problems for Zeke, was undoubtedly, in the Emperor's eyes, the most useful of his offspring.
"Father, is this...?" Feeling the Emperor's gaze upon him, Guilliman felt a surge of excitement, but he still asked.
After all, with 12 Chaos Gods so confined, the Emperor watching these 12 Chaos Gods, and Zeke bringing him into the Warp, what exactly was this for?
"Nothing much, it's just that these 12 fellows are a bit restless, so we're preparing to deal with them.
Now that Old Zhou has brought you in, hasn't he? He must have something for you. Once your matters are resolved, it will naturally be these 12's turn."
When Guilliman said this, he was not at all evasive, directly stating his intentions. Guilliman, hearing this plan, nodded with a half-understanding.
When he turned his head again to follow behind Zeke, somehow, he could see the boundless sorrow and resignation in the eyes of the 12 Chaos Gods.
Were these still the Chaos Gods?
Any four of these 12 could have turned the former Imperium of Man upside down, yet now they were like docile lambs, waiting obediently for death.
It was different, the feeling was completely different now.
Just as Guilliman stared intently at the 12 Chaos Gods, unwilling to tear his gaze away, and even gradually becoming drawn to those 12 fellows, Zeke spoke, interrupting him.
"Alright, Guilliman, don't look at them too much. They are still a bit too powerful for you. If you look at them for too long, you'll be influenced by them. Now, come with me first."
"And you 12, behave yourselves!"
"It's already the final moment, and you're still trying to bewitch Guilliman here? Are you seeking death?"
Zeke didn't just speak; a psychic slap appeared before the 12 Chaos Gods, giving them a harsh smack.
Behave!
"You, come with me, Guilliman. Sit on my throne."
Zeke led Guilliman through the Warp, bringing him before his throne of eternity.
Then he extended his finger and tapped the throne of eternity.
"Go on, Guilliman, sit down. I will grant you the reward you deserve."
The throne of eternity!
Guilliman naturally knew what the throne of eternity was; it was Zeke's exclusive throne, symbolizing Zeke himself.
Just as the golden throne symbolized the Emperor himself, now the Emperor had ascended to become the Dark King, but even after becoming the Dark King, he still sat upon the golden throne.
Such thrones had almost become projections of their divine selves.
Now, Zeke directly pointed to his throne of eternity, signaling him to sit, and this action completely crashed Guilliman's internal system.
"Me?"
"Me?" Guilliman pointed to himself with a finger, saying to Zeke in disbelief.
"Is this something I can really sit on? Uncle Zhou, have you made a mistake somewhere? I have no ulterior motives whatsoever."
Guilliman was not an ambitious person.
"Of course, if I tell you to sit, then sit. Don't hesitate, sit down now."
Zeke naturally knew what Guilliman was thinking, so he directly told him to sit.
"Don't think about all that nonsense in your head. I wouldn't bother with such things. Besides, what's our relationship?"
"You are a Primarch I personally saved. Do I need to harm you?
If I wanted to harm you, wouldn't it be an easy task?"
"Why would I harm you? Your value to me alive is naturally greater than dead. Even if you die in the future, I will bring you back to life."
"If we're talking about who has the best administrative ability in the entire Imperium, even Malcador can't compare to you now. How important do you think you are?"
"Whether I can retire and live a pleasant life in the future, and whether your father can retire and live a pleasant life, all depends on you, Guilliman."
Upon hearing Zeke's words, the top politician, the Roman Guilliman, couldn't help but blush.
Alright, he admitted that he had indeed been overthinking things just now. After all, he was a politician, so he would naturally imagine all sorts of dark scenarios.
He even considered that Zeke might use this opportunity to kill him.
But just as Zeke said, he had no need to do so at all.
If Zeke wanted to kill him, it would be a matter of a single word, with no need for such political maneuvering. His thoughts just now were truly overthinking.
Guilliman couldn't help but raise a hand and slap himself across the face.
He thought to himself even more so:
"I must have been influenced. Damn that Guilliman from the Golden Imperium.
His thoughts are so sordid that they've actually affected my wise mind."
Although Zeke didn't directly perceive his thoughts, he knew a thing or two and shook his head upon seeing Guilliman's actions.
The fusion of the other Primarchs went quite well, but only with Guilliman did a huge problem arise.
The Thirteenth, Guilliman, was an extremely complex existence wherever he was, and precisely because of this, their fusion was not absolutely perfect.
This was also why he brought Guilliman to the throne of eternity; using the throne of eternity's power, he planned to give Guilliman an upgrade and, incidentally, perfect his fusion.
"Alright, don't just stand there dumbfounded. Sit down, let's quickly resolve this matter. I still need to resurrect your other brothers."
"However, I must regretfully inform you of one thing: your two other brothers, whose Legion numbers were erased, due to their bad luck, encountered the four Chaos Gods from another galaxy in the Warp."
"Those four guys already held a grudge against us, and naturally wouldn't let go of two snacks they encountered on the way. Therefore, your two brothers can never return now..."
Zeke spoke these words to Guilliman, and these words were not only for Guilliman but also for the Emperor.
The Emperor actually knew this news long ago, after all, he had entered the Warp to observe these twelve individuals even earlier than Zeke.
By chance, he had learned that four of these twelve individuals had actually killed his other two sons.
This was also why the Emperor was still closely watching these twelve individuals in the Warp.
As soon as Zeke was ready, he would be the first to act, to eliminate the four Chaos Gods who dared to harm his offspring.
Guilliman was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, but he quickly recovered and dealt with his complex emotions.
Regarding his two Legion brothers whose numbers had been erased, Guilliman didn't know what to say.
He could only say that their luck was too bad; just when the brothers could reunite, those two were gone again.
Never mind... Anyway, Guilliman's relationship with his two brothers wasn't particularly good. Since they were gone, then they were gone. It was already a great thing that the other brothers could return.
Guilliman didn't dwell on this matter. Instead, he continued to follow Zeke's instructions and sat on the throne of eternity.
Once Guilliman was seated on the throne of eternity, Zeke began to act.
Endless radiance emanated from the throne of eternity, and Guilliman, seated atop the throne of eternity, only felt a warm current envelop his entire body.
That feeling intoxicated him. Guilliman, who had been fighting in this galaxy for so long, had never experienced such a comfortable sensation. He was captivated by it.
Zeke stood by the throne of eternity, manipulating the energy from the throne of eternity to complete the fusion between Guilliman and the other Guilliman, thoroughly merging their two essences.
Once they were confirmed, two streams of ascending energy surged forth from Guilliman's hands and from the seat of the throne of eternity.
Guilliman's aura, as he sat on the throne of eternity, began to rise steadily.
When Guilliman awoke again, he felt his brain had become even more efficient.
If he could previously handle the affairs of eight galaxies, now he could handle the affairs of sixty-four galaxies without any burden.
And this was still based on the Imperium of Man's abstract administrative efficiency; if a large number of AIs were added, Guilliman could now truly handle all the affairs of the Imperium of Man.
At the same time, his own power had also grown stronger. The awakening of his Warp essence made Guilliman the most powerful among his brothers.
From the moment he sat on the throne of eternity and received Zeke's favor, he was the most formidable among his brothers.
However, facing all this, Guilliman felt no joy; he only had endless vexation.
According to past patterns, whenever his mental capacity improved, allowing him to handle more affairs, the Imperium's territory would always continue to expand, reaching his limit.