"Relying solely on the current strength within your Imperium will likely make it difficult to quell Guilliman's rebellion, so I have a suggestion."
"I have a device in my possession, and its name is the stargate."
"However, the stargate is currently only a blueprint; it requires sufficient resources and construction vessels to be built. Once the stargate is complete, our Imperium of Man can rush over here to provide support."
"The strength of one Imperium of Man is insufficient to deal with Guilliman's rebellion, but what if we add an army from another Imperium of Man?"
After repeatedly telling the other side that they couldn't defeat Guilliman, Zeke finally played his hand.
He could send troops to support the Imperium of Man here and help them achieve victory, provided that Lorgar supplied the resources to build a stargate.
Lorgar, the Emissary of Golden Words, fell silent.
After Zeke spoke those words, Lorgar immediately understood why Zeke had wasted so much breath talking to him.
He wasn't stupid; in fact, he was much smarter than the other Primarchs. Therefore, as soon as Zeke finished his sentence, Lorgar understood everything.
But which of the things Zeke had said to him earlier was unreasonable?
If what Zeke said was correct, then the Imperium's existing military strength truly could not stand against the rebels.
Of course, the prerequisite was that everything Zeke said was true.
Lorgar still held doubts in his heart; he did not trust Zeke that much. The Emperor naturally understood this, so he spoke up after Zeke finished.
"Trust us, Lorgar. We have no need to deceive you."
"These events are exactly what happened in my galaxy, except the individuals involved are completely different from yours. In my galaxy, the rebellion was led by Primarch Horus."
The Emperor's expression was quite unpleasant, as the Great Birthday Celebration was indeed a deeply distressing event that he did not want to accept.
When his human nature had not gained the upper hand previously, The Emperor felt he could still accept it.
But now that his human nature held the absolute advantage, The Emperor naturally found it somewhat unacceptable.
Lorgar had not yet made his decision when Angron spoke up: "I think we can absolutely trust them."
Angron, who had been standing to the side listening to and analyzing the various situations, voiced his opinion at this moment.
It was this statement of his that caused Zeke to turn his gaze toward him.
Sensing Zeke's slightly strange gaze on him, Angron didn't think much of it. Instead, he looked earnestly at his brother and spoke.
"In truth, whether or not we are willing to help this unfamiliar Father and Uncle Zeke, they will certainly build the stargate."
"According to them, they came from another distant galaxy, and you can sense the immense power radiating from this unfamiliar Father and Uncle Zeke. They are certainly capable of achieving their goal.
It will just take longer without our help and support."
"Since that is the case, they will build the stargate themselves sooner or later, so why shouldn't we choose to trust them?"
Angron's words weren't based on trusting Zeke and The Emperor. After all, even if The Emperor was truly their father, whether the Father from another galaxy was trustworthy was still questionable.
He was simply being more pragmatic. He knew very well that given the power of Zeke and The Emperor, they would be unstoppable, and the stargate would be built sooner or later.
If Zeke and The Emperor harbored ill will, secretly building the stargate while antagonizing the Imperium of Man...
If they intended to attack, the attack would arrive regardless.
The Imperium of Man, having endured this Great Heresy, would hardly have enough strength left to stop an invasion from the Imperium of Man of another galaxy.
Furthermore, the aura of both Zeke and The Emperor was like an abyss or a sea; they couldn't confirm its limits.
Whether Zeke and The Emperor built the stargate now with their help and then attacked, or secretly gathered resources to build the stargate themselves and then attacked, the Imperium of Man would have no ability to resist them.
Therefore, being wary was actually pointless.
Since caution was meaningless, why not choose trust?
Trust might lead to receiving aid to better quell this Great Heresy.
Guilliman was difficult to deal with; they had already experienced this. Immediately upon arriving at the Calth System, they were trapped by Guilliman, and relying on their own strength, they might not be Guilliman's match.
Most importantly, they trusted The Emperor's attitude; they believed in The Emperor's love for humanity.
Even if the second Imperium attacked them, could the situation possibly be worse than it is now?
The fact that Angron spoke up to persuade Lorgar surprised even The Emperor.
After Angron finished speaking, The Emperor looked in astonishment at this unassuming son of his, this son who was free from the corruption of the Butcher's Nails.
Could Angron, without the influence of the Butcher's Nails, be this wise and insightful?
If he had found Angron earlier, before the Butcher's Nails were fixed upon him, would he also have gained such a wise son?
The Emperor fell into contemplation once more. Perhaps this was the weakness of human nature.
The Emperor of absolute divinity would never think about such frivolous things; he possessed only absolute rationality.
But now, The Emperor, whose human nature held the upper hand, was thinking about such nonsense.
What The Emperor was thinking was not important; what mattered was what Lorgar was thinking.
Time passed minute by minute while Lorgar pondered. Three seconds later.
"Fine!"
"However, I have one requirement: the stargate must be built on Koniros."
Angron's words were extremely logical, so Lorgar made his decision after weighing the pros and cons for three seconds.
What else could he do? Guilliman's rebellion was too terrifying. Their Imperium of Man would struggle to achieve any chance of victory, so calling upon external support naturally became their last resort.
Moreover, if The Emperor and Zeke did not intervene, they would be trapped in the Ultramar 500 Worlds.
In the end, they wouldn't even have a chance at 5 against 9; it would be 9 against 3 immediately.
Nine against three, facing a master strategist like Guilliman? Why bother fighting? They might as well surrender immediately.
Guilliman had betrayed them, but in this galaxy, Guilliman was not considered ambitious, unlike in his original galaxy.
All the Primarch brothers knew how terrifying Guilliman's power was, and all the Primarchs knew how difficult any plan he began to formulate would be to counter.
Even 5 against 9 might not guarantee victory, let alone being forced into 3 against 9...
"Alright!" Zeke readily agreed to Lorgar's proposal, and he found nothing wrong with Lorgar's request to establish the stargate on Koniros.
It was right and normal for the other party to be wary; if Lorgar had trusted him immediately, it would have been unreasonable. This Lorgar was completely different from the Lorgar he had met before; he was rational.
Zeke successfully reached an agreement with Lorgar; they had decided to carry out their plans on Koniros.
The next step was to escape the terrible Warp storm in the Ultramar 500 Worlds.
Escaping the Warp storm was crucial; if they didn't leave, nothing else could be discussed. After their conversation, Zeke turned his gaze to The Emperor.
"It's up to you, The Emperor. Go ahead and make your move; I'll pull you back from the Warp!"
The Emperor nodded slightly, saying nothing more. He took a step forward, and the golden radiance that had been contained within him suddenly erupted, like a miniature star igniting in the void.
The light was not dazzling, but the surrounding Warp storm immediately dissipated upon contact with The Emperor's radiance, clearing a space for Lorgar and his forces.
"Next, I will give you a set of coordinates. Now, enter the Warp. We are going to your homeworld. We will take you out, and then we will immediately begin constructing the stargate."
Zeke made his move, directly implanting a set of coordinates into Lorgar's mind. Lorgar, receiving the coordinates, was utterly bewildered.
This was the first time the Emissary of Golden Words had received coordinates from within the Warp, and without Navigators, their fleet could navigate freely through the Warp.
Although he had never believed in gods, it was undeniable that divine beings seemed to truly exist.
However, even so, Lorgar did not change his faith; his faith was to walk alongside gods.
He wanted to practice the ideals of gods and walk the path that gods had walked.
I am a god!
"These coordinates..." Lorgar felt the incredibly clear Warp coordinates appearing in his mind, along with a strange, non-psyker guiding signal contained within them. A look of astonishment flashed in his eyes.
He looked at Zeke, "Uncle Zeke, what is this?"
"A shortcut, or rather, a relatively 'clean' route," Zeke explained, his tone relaxed, as if discussing a trivial matter. "
The Warp isn't just Chaos; there are also relatively stable regions and paths. The coordinates I gave you can guide the fleet to avoid the most dangerous turbulences and... unnecessary 'attention,' leading directly to a weak point in Realspace near Koniros."
No Navigators needed! No reliance on the Astropathic Choir's lighthouses!
Safe navigation through the Warp with just a set of coordinates!
This was a technology that completely overturned ten millennia of Imperial navigation knowledge! Angron also showed a shocked expression, and his gaze towards Zeke held a deeper, more profound inquiry.
The power that this "Uncle Zeke" commanded seemed to far exceed their imagination.
The Emperor seemed unsurprised by Zeke's methods. He simply said in a deep voice, "There's no time to lose; initiate the Warp jump immediately."
Lorgar suppressed the turmoil in his heart and immediately input the coordinates into the fleet's navigation system. Sure enough, a clear, non-psyker guiding signal began to work, pointing the fleet to a safe path winding along the edge of the Warp storm.
"All ships, follow the guiding signal, prepare for Warp jump!" Lorgar's command was swiftly issued.
The joint fleet adjusted its formation, and engine power was increased to maximum.
With a twist of space and a shift of light and shadow, the entire fleet, like a school of fish leaping into water, instantly vanished from Realspace, entering the bizarre and colorful Warp.
Unlike typical Warp travel, which was filled with whispers, illusions, and dangers.
This time, the fleet seemed to be traveling through a tranquil tunnel carved out by an unseen force.
Outside the tunnel was a surging, colorful ocean of Warp energy, with occasional glimpses of massive, indescribable shadows passing by.
But they all seemed to 'overlook' this tunnel and the fleet within it. The interior of the tunnel was relatively stable, with only subtle energy fluctuations.
The terrifying Warp fluctuations were blocked by The Emperor's energy, and the path they traveled was ignored by all Warp creatures.
"This... it's a miracle," a Word Bearers Navigator couldn't help but murmur.
He had never experienced such an "easy" Warp journey.
Lorgar and Angron stood on the bridge, looking at the unimaginable sight outside the viewports, and their estimation of Zeke and The Emperor rose again.
Since they could resolve the troubles of the Warp so easily, this Uncle Zekeand this unfamiliar father were probably even more formidable than their own father.
Although The Emperor and Zeke sensed this, they did not make any comments.
This galaxy had been brought under the control of the Terran Dominion since they first set their sights on it.
The Emperor here was the same Emperor, and The Emperor of this galaxy would definitely not be able to stop The Emperor; in just a little while, The Emperor of this galaxy would merge with The Emperor.
When The Emperor of this galaxy merges, everything will be settled. The only thing left to resolve is the great rebellion from Guilliman.
Sacrificing the most prosperous world of the Ultramar 500 Worlds to the Chaos Gods was an operation Zeke and The Emperor had never imagined.
To what extent would Guilliman's power swell from such a massive sacrifice?
Zeke and The Emperor expressed concern about Guilliman's current power.
They had to personally intervene to suppress Guilliman in Realspace, otherwise, everything would come to naught.
Just as The Emperor and Zeke rescued the Word Bearers Legion and the World Eaters Legion, Guilliman, who was campaigning in the galaxy, also received the news.
Comparing Horus's Great Rebellion to Guilliman's was the greatest insult to Guilliman. As the most powerful The 13th Primarch, his meticulous plan had almost secured him infallible assistance.
Unlike Horus's passive resistance, Guilliman actively embraced the power of Chaos. After sacrificing the Ultramar 500 Worlds, he was virtually unrivaled in Realspace.
Even if the Chaos Gods wanted to toy with Guilliman, they had to admit that their cooperation with Guilliman was almost equal in some sense.
When Guilliman's plan failed, Tzeentch immediately dispatched his renowned daemon Kairos to report the matter.
"Interesting, it seems I underestimated my brothers; I didn't expect them to still have the ability to leave."
Chaos Champion Guilliman gave this evaluation, and he did not say another word.
Kairos looked at Guilliman, not daring to utter a single word.
This Lord of the Ultramarines, now the champion chosen by the Chaos Gods in Realspace, the Primordial Annihilator Guilliman!
He was the most powerful being in Realspace; neither the Emperor nor the Chaos Gods could stand against Guilliman, unless Guilliman's own conviction wavered, otherwise, he was invincible.
Even more terrifying was that ordinary daemons were no longer endlessly resurrectable in front of Guilliman; he could easily slay any Great Daemon, and like the Emperor, prevent it from ever resurrecting again.
Such a terrifying existence, even Kairos, one of the most famous Great Daemons of Tzeentch, only dared to bow his head submissively before him.
"Go back and tell your masters, tell them, I am aware of this situation."
Perhaps finding Kairos to be too much of a nuisance, Guilliman spoke to him again, intending to send him away.
Kairos felt as if he had been granted a great pardon, his two heads bowing deeply, not daring to hesitate in the slightest. His twisted body, accompanied by a strange fluctuation of spiritual light, rapidly faded and vanished, as if he had never appeared.
It feared that staying even one second longer would displease this terrifying existence.
Cold silence returned to the bridge, with only the faint glow of data streams silently scrolling reflecting Guilliman's expressionless face.
The disappearance of Lorgar and the others was somewhat unexpected for Guilliman. Guilliman's foolproof plan had encountered a slight variable at this moment, but it was not a problem.
Guilliman didn't care about this matter... What if his brothers escaped the Warp storm interception of Ultramar? It would not affect his great cause in any way; the vast army of the Ultramarines was enough to make anyone compromise.
Guilliman didn't pay attention to these things. He continued to calmly command the vast army of Ultramarines, eliminating all Imperial loyalist planets that attempted to resist along the way.
Guilliman, by sacrificing 500 worlds, gained an endless army of daemons and even increased the number of his Ultramarines to a terrifying 2 million!
With such a massive army, coupled with the sacrifice of 500 worlds, Guilliman didn't need to consider any logistical factors. He delivered devastating blows to every Human World he encountered.
He wanted to utterly destroy every Human World to prevent the Imperial forces from relying on these loyalist worlds to continue resisting him; this was something Guilliman could not tolerate.
You cannot tolerate these worlds, after surrendering to him, compromising again when faced with attacks from other Imperial armies. To prevent enemies from appearing behind him, Guilliman chose to destroy all Imperial Worlds.
The galaxy was burning, and destruction enveloped the former lands of the entire Imperium of Man, while the various armies on Terra faced a formidable enemy.
Everything indicated how fortunate it was that the Emperor's side wasn't Guilliman becoming a traitor.
The rebellion instigated by Lupercal was incomparable to the great rebellion started by Guilliman.
The rebellion once started by the Warmaster was like child's play compared to the rebellion instigated by Guilliman.
However, Zeke and the Emperor were unaware of all this at the moment. They were currently traveling with Lorgar and the others to Lorgar's homeworld.
After two months of travel, Zeke finally arrived at Lorgar's homeworld, and this was the beginning of his troop deployment.
When the fleet of the World Eaters Legion and the Word Bearers Legion exited the Warp, even Lorgar, the Emissary of Golden Words, couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
No one could remain calm in the Warp. Even with the protection of the Emperor and Zeke, Lorgar still felt pressure.
The protection of Zeke and the Emperor shielded the two legion fleets from any attacks by Warp entities and the disturbances of Warp storms, but none of this prevented Lorgar from witnessing the current state of the Imperium.
Large numbers of Warp Daemons appeared in the Warp, far exceeding what would be encountered during normal travel. Large groups of Warp Daemons continuously appeared in Realspace, bringing destruction to Imperial Worlds.
Of course, they didn't spend the entire journey making long-distance jumps in the Warp; there were times when they would appear in Realspace.
On their way back, they appeared in Realspace a total of 4 times, and all 4 times they saw endless daemons.
This time, exiting the Warp, Lorgar saw the appearance of over 8 Daemon Worlds, all of which had been destroyed by Guilliman.
Everything they saw along the way made even the Emissary of Golden Words gasp.
Angron, the Primarch of the World Eaters Legion, felt a touch of pity for the disaster the Imperium was facing this time.
The attitude of becoming a Primarch wasn't actually that important; what was most important was the ring. But after Neos saw the Imperial Worlds destroyed along the way, he had said to Zeke more than once:
"It's a good thing that the only one who rebelled in our part of the galaxy was Lupercal Horus.
Compared to his brother, the destructive power caused by the so-called Warmaster was simply child's play."
Every time The Emperor saw an Imperial World in the galaxy that had been turned into a Daemon World, he would say this to Zeke.
This was enough to show how fortunate he felt that Guilliman was a loyalist in his Imperium.
In this Imperium of Man, if Zeke and the Emperor had not come, if there had been no external intervention in this matter, even if the Ultramarines' rebellion was eventually quelled, the Imperium of Man would likely have been severely damaged.
If The Emperor's Imperium of Man, after facing the Horus Heresy, was merely a dying giant, but at least still had a massive health bar to sustain it, then the situation faced by the Imperium of Man here was completely different.
In The Emperor's opinion, this Imperium of Man, after facing Guilliman's rebellion, would probably be half-dead.
"We've finally arrived at our destination, Old Zeke. Hurry, hurry, let's quickly get what needs to be done, and start building your stargate. This Imperium of Man must receive reinforcements; without them, everything will be over."
After the entire fleet appeared in Realspace, The Emperor eagerly urged Zeke to do this.
"Don't be so anxious. This isn't just up to the two of us; it depends on whether your son here is willing."
Zeke placated his companion, then turned to look at Lorgar, the Emissary of Golden Words.
"What's your opinion, Lorgar?"
"If you have no objections, then I will give you a material list now. Remember to send these materials over; I need to start building the engineering ships for the stargate immediately."
"Of course, Zeke, please go ahead. Do we have any choice left now? Guilliman's rebellion is far beyond what we imagined, and it is simply not something the Imperium can handle right now.
Our hope can only be placed on the two of you."
Lorgar had no objections.
Ultimately, the Imperium of Man currently has no other choice.
Guilliman's rebellion is unlike anything else; it is a pain that the Imperium of Man at this time can barely withstand.
Too many Imperial worlds along the way have already been converted into Daemon Worlds.
Even if the Imperium of Man eventually quelled Guilliman's rebellion without the help of Zeke and his group, the losses suffered by the Imperium of Man would likely be unbearable.
"Please hand the list of materials over to me. I will use all my authority and resources to gather them as quickly as possible.
Koniros's orbital shipyards and industrial facilities can immediately be put into use to fully support the construction of the stargate."
He turned to Angron: "Brother Angron, the defense of Koniros is crucial during the construction of the stargate.
I need you and the World Eaters Legion to assist in establishing the defense line and be wary of any potential attacks, especially those coming from... the Ultramarines or other Traitor Legions."
Angron nodded heavily, his fist hitting his chest plate with a dull thud.
"Don't worry, Lorgar. As long as the World Eaters have even a single soldier left, we will never let the enemy interfere with the establishment of the stargate. Koniros will be the starting point of our counterattack!"
"Very well." Zeke nodded in satisfaction, then raised his hand and pointed into the air.
A flash of light appeared, and an extremely detailed, massive list detailing various rare metals, energy crystals, precision components, and even special catalysts was displayed directly on the Tactical Data-slate in front of Lorgar.
Many of the material names and specifications on the list even exceeded the knowledge scope of Lorgar, a Primarch, demonstrating the high technological level involved.
"Gather the items on this list as quickly as possible. I have already performed precise calculations; the items listed here are things you are capable of manufacturing.
As for those beyond your industrial capabilities, I will personally have Engineering Vessels construct them when the time comes, so don't worry about being unable to manufacture them successfully.
Although the technological level of the Imperium of Man during the Great Crusade was slightly better than the Imperium of Man at other times, it was actually limited, and the gap compared to his own family was still too large.
They could only construct some of the stargate components; the remaining parts would require Zeke to summon Engineering Vessels for construction, but being able to provide sufficient resources was already good enough.
Lorgar was extremely interested in the technological matters. Not only did he print a copy of the list, but he also made a request to Zeke.
"May I observe the construction process? I am very interested in this technology, and if possible, I hope to be able to study it."
Lorgar, the Emissary of Golden Words, yearned to learn more knowledge and practice the deeds performed by the gods; he wanted to walk alongside the divine.
"No problem. If you want to learn, you can observe from the side. As for the specific data, that can only be handed over to you after our scientists arrive."
"I need to recover my own energy right now, so I don't have time to teach you."
Lorgar's current behavior greatly impressed Zeke. After pondering for a moment, Zeke made a suggestion.
"If you are willing, you can call me Teacher. I will accept you as my student. If there is anything you don't understand, you can come and find me and ask. I am willing to teach you."
Zeke offered this opportunity, and The Emperor, standing nearby, quickly signaled with his eyes.
Agree, agree, hurry up and agree!
Being a student of Zeke is not in vain; almost every one of his current students holds a pivotal position within the Imperium, and more importantly, they have all learned a vast amount of knowledge.
If Lorgar truly wants to learn knowledge, then nothing is more suitable than becoming Zeke's student.
Only by becoming Zeke's student can he learn the knowledge he truly needs.
"Teacher!" Lorgar immediately knelt down and addressed Zeke as Teacher.
Since his own old man was hinting so strongly with his eyes, if Lorgar still didn't react, he would truly be an idiot.
"Very good. Since you call me Teacher, I cannot treat you poorly."
Accepting another student meant a responsibility. Although he, Zeke, hadn't properly taught his previous students, they had all turned out well in the end.
As the saying goes, "The master leads the way, but the training is up to the individual."
Since the students he mentored before could become successful through self-reliance, Lorgar, the Emissary of Golden Words, should certainly be able to achieve the same.
For this, Zeke pulled a Data Chip from his pocket and handed it to Lorgar.
"This is a universal Data Chip. You can use any existing device to read it, and it can display all the knowledge contained within to you.
If there is something you want to know but don't, you can first look for the necessary information in this database. If you still don't understand something even after reviewing the database materials, then contact me anytime."
Zeke gave his promise, and Lorgar, the Emissary, solemnly put the chip away.
For someone who understands the value of knowledge, he could completely tell how precious this chip truly was.
The technological level contained within this chip was already incomparable to that of an ordinary Stellar Civilization.
A chip no bigger than a fingernail could contain a massive amount of knowledge. Furthermore, Zeke had said that if he didn't understand something, he could search for it on the chipthat statement was certainly not a joke.
The technological value inherent in the chip itself was already immeasurable.
"Thank you, Teacher. I will study hard. Please rest assured, I will never let this chip be disgraced in my hands."
Lorgar solemnly promised Zeke, his gaze as resolute as if he were taking a vow.
"It's not that serious. If the chip breaks, I'll just give you a new one." Zeke waved his hand, signaling that Lorgar did not need to regard the chip so highly.
"As for the old chip, don't think that others can utilize it. That's impossible. If this chip is a certain distance from you or is lost, it will self-destruct automatically."
The chip contains technology belonging to the Terran Dominion, and Zeke naturally couldn't let his family's technology fall into the hands of others. Every God-Tier Civilization has its own unique technological path.
For a God-Tier Civilization, if they get their hands on the opponent's technology, they only need to spend some time to crack it.
The fact that Zeke could take it out to teach a student meant he had certainly prepared countermeasures.
Furthermore, Lorgar and his people don't need extremely advanced technology for their learning.
Now is the time to build a foundation; it is naturally impossible to cram all the high-end technology in here.
This is fine.
On Konor, the homeworld of the Word Bearers Legion, a massive stargate was slowly taking shape under the construction of the Dalian Engineering Ships, and thus a year slowly passed.
During that year, Guilliman moved almost unopposed; every Imperial World he passed through was immediately converted into a Daemon World.
Just as the old Guilliman excelled at logistics and management, the current Guilliman remains the same: every Imperial Colony transformed into a Daemon World provides massive support and supplies for his crusade.
The number of Daemon Ultramarines is constantly increasing. By acquiring Daemon Worlds through sacrifice, Guilliman receives endless replenishment. As a Champion of Logistics, he continues his operations even now.
The massive Daemon army and the Ultramarines Legion are enough for Guilliman to crush any enemy standing in his path. The Loyalists are facing the greatest crisis in history.
Possessing meticulous plans and a vast army, Guilliman's rebellion is nothing like the revolt of Horus.
Guilliman's rebellion is virtually unstoppable.
Facing such a predicament, Perturabo, Primarch of the Iron Warriors, is establishing his own defensive line on Terra.
After much deliberation, he finally made his decision.
He tore down the statues of his brothers.
And he had the Iron Warriors construct an impregnable defense line on Terra to withstand Guilliman's imminent attack.
At the same time, Warmaster Horus enthusiastically dispatched the Thousand Sons Legion, the Iron Warriors, and the Sons of Horus.
These three Space Marine Legions served as guerrilla forces, constantly preventing the enemy from approaching Terra and buying time.
They believed that when the World Eaters and the Word Bearers were out of danger, the situation on Terra would finally see a turning point.
Right now, the most crucial thing for the Iron Warriors Legion is to be rock-solid; they will stand guard over Terra like an unmoving fortress.
To ensure that no one can breach Holy Terra and threaten the Throne World.
A year passed in the blink of an eye. The construction of the stargate had entered its final phase and would be completed in just six more months.
During this year, Lorgar sought out Zeke almost daily, asking about all kinds of knowledge and various insights.
Lorgar, who was originally a materialist, became even more so at this moment, and his resolve grew stronger.
The idea and determination to walk alongside the divine became increasingly firm under the influence of this time, making Zeke increasingly satisfied with his newly accepted student throughout the year he taught him.
In any case, Guilliman is saved, isn't he? The current Lorgar is clearly well-suited to become a new imperial regent, sharing the massive administrative burden of the Imperium of Man with the other administrators.
That day, after teaching Lorgar the final answers and principles to the questions he had asked, Zeke spoke with great satisfaction.
"Lorgar, what are your thoughts on handling administrative affairs? Are you willing to manage the affairs of a galaxy? To relieve some of the pressure on your brother?"
Zeke made no attempt to conceal his intentions.
After more than a year together, Lorgar and Angron already knew that the merger between their Imperium and the other was virtually guaranteed.
Their Father and that unfamiliar Father were, in fact, both their Fathers, and simultaneously, their two Fathers would complete a union.
In other words, once the Emperors became one, the merger of the Imperium of Man would be imminent. Lorgar had long anticipated that Zeke would ask him such a question.
Over the past year, besides the times he proactively sought Zeke for technological questions, Zeke mostly focused on teaching him politics and internal governance skills.
His teacher's intentions had long been clear, and now, facing the question directly, Lorgar answered without much hesitation.
"Of course, Teacher, I am willing to govern the affairs of the galaxy alongside my brother."
"Father has actually told us that you two possess four entire galaxies, and adding this one makes five, I believe. The one handling the administration is Guilliman."
"To be honest, Teacher, I am very curious about him.
I want to see what that Guilliman—the one who didn't slander his brothers and isn't ambitious—is truly like."
Guilliman's rebellion truly broke Lorgar's heart. Hearing now that there was a Loyalist Guilliman greatly increased Lorgar's interest in him.
"You want to meet this brother of yours? Then it won't be long before you can meet him.
After all, Guilliman has been handling administration for so long. I promised him earlier that I would bring him out for a break, and the fighting in this galaxy can be handed over to him."
"I believe Guilliman would very much like to cross paths with the Guilliman of your galaxy."
Zeke still remembered his previous promise to give Guilliman a vacation.
Although so many chaotic things have happened in the interim, forcing his promise to be postponed for so many days, it doesn't matter.
Since it was a promise he made to Guilliman, he naturally had to fulfill it. Zeke kept this promise in his heart, and he would still act on it as long as the opportunity arose.
"Of course, Teacher, this is your arrangement. Whatever you decide will be done according to your will. It is already excellent that you are willing to send troops to support us."
The Writer understood the proper measure of his words when speaking to Zeke.
Zeke was not like the gods in his materialism; he was a true God!
Looking across the entire Warp, even including his Father, none could create things from nothing like Zeke, let alone conjure highly advanced, technological warships.
Such an existence could no longer be described merely as a powerful being; describing him as a God was perfectly appropriate.
Although Emissary of the Golden Word Lorgar had always been a staunch atheist, he knew clearly how incredibly difficult it would be for him to walk the path Zeke was treading.
However, none of this would make Lorgar shrink back; he would only pursue his ideals and ideas with greater resolve.
After all, this God was not invisible; he was visible, and he had even accepted him as a student, which indicated the God's approval of his ideology.
Having a student who knew when to advance and retreat, and who understood etiquette, was an excellent thing for Zeke.
"Very well. You may now continue with your studies. If you encounter anything you don't understand, just come find me. In six months, we will be able to gather our armies and head to Terra to end all of this."
Six months, a period that can be long or short, but in the scale of the star sea, it's merely a fleeting moment.
Once the stargate was completed, the remaining and most troublesome task was its energy supply. Each stargate consumed about 50 energy credits per month.
Such a massive consumption during the Great Crusade era would typically require more than 10 Forge Worlds to gather and supply energy to maintain a stargate's stable operation.
Fortunately, Lorgar was a materialist; he was no longer the same charlatan as before who avoided any construction. In his star system, there were also numerous Forge Worlds, and these Forge Worlds now played their role.
A massive amount of energy began to continuously flow into the stargate. As a faint blue light gate flashed, a profound tunnel appeared before Lorgar.
"How beautiful. Is this the power of technology? Is this the power of physics?"
Lorgar, who had been watching the construction of the stargate network almost continuously, from its very first component until now, felt an immense excitement in his heart when he saw this scene.
Now, this stargate was finally completed.
"Don't get too excited, Lorgar. In the future, you will discover even more such miracles appearing before you."
"Maintain your composure."
Zeke, who had been teaching Lorgar for a year and a half, stood beside Lorgar and comforted the Primarch.
"Yes, Teacher, I understand."
Lorgar stepped back, performing a disciple's bow.
"Next, Teacher, are you planning to personally cross this stargate network to your human civilization to gather reinforcements?"
Lorgar continued to ask respectfully.
Zeke's face was full of joy: "Of course, the stargate has succeeded, so the chaos should end soon, and I can finally go home."
"How about it, Lorgar? Do you want to come with me?"
Zeke extended an invitation to his disciple.
Lorgar hesitated slightly.
Of course, he also wanted to see the other Imperium of Man, but could he really leave the current Imperium of Man, the current Word Bearers Legion?
"Teacher, I also want to go and see, but won't a large-scale war start when you return?
The Word Bearers Legion needs me to oversee and deploy troops."
Although he said so, Lorgar's heart was filled with longing; his eyes completely betrayed the meaning of his words.
"The Emperor, did you hear that, The Emperor?
Your son actually wants to come with me. Why don't you stay and organize the army for your son?"
His student wanted to go and see, and as a teacher, he naturally had to fulfill this small wish of his student.
After all, this was his own student.
What could he do when his student made such a request?
Of course, he would spoil him.
Just as Lorgar said, he needed to stay here to organize the legion and prepare for a counterattack.
If Lorgar left, someone would have to do this, right? So wouldn't it be perfect to let the Emperor do it?
The Emperor, who was standing aside and talking to his other son, Angron, heard this and reluctantly walked over to Zeke.
His eyes were full of resentment.
Although he was the father of the Primarchs, this still didn't change his essential nature as a homebody who wanted to play games.
Now that he finally had a chance to go back and play games, The Emperor certainly didn't want to stay here and work.
Seeing this, Lorgar quickly turned his head away, pretending not to see anything.
Zeke could calmly look at his father's resentful eyes, but he couldn't. As a Primarch, it was better not to look.
"I want to go back too. I've been away from my game room for one year, six months, nine days, 16 hours, 51 minutes, and 36 seconds."
"Do you know how I've managed to get through this one year, six months, nine days, 16 hours, and 52 minutes?"
The Emperor certainly didn't want to work.
Before Zeke came, he had to step up for humanity.
After Zeke came, he still had to work. Then wouldn't Zeke have come for nothing?
"Your son! This is your son! Are you unwilling to fulfill and realize your son's wish?"
Zeke didn't look at The Emperor's eyes; he simply retorted as a matter of course.
"So what? He's not only my son, he's also your student. Why don't you solve this problem for your student instead of just calling me?"
The Emperor retorted righteously.
He certainly knew that saying this was somewhat unreasonable; after all, one was a father and the other a teacher. It seemed clear that he, as the father, should handle this matter.
But so what?
As long as he wasn't embarrassed, then others would be. As the Emperor, besides Zeke, who else dared to speak to him like this?
Lorgar, caught between the two, wished at this moment that he was invisible, that neither of them had seen him.
This father was quite different from his other father.
Compared to the father on Terra, this current father was much more playful.
Of course,
Perhaps his own father was also very playful.
He just suppressed himself for the sake of these Primarchs?
How could he know?
Lorgar only knew that his teacher and his father were arguing now.
However, such arguments were not the first time, and Lorgar had some experience.
He was still muttering to himself.
"They can't see me."
"They can't see me."
"They can't see me."
"Alright, alright, you take Lorgar. Can't I just stay and gather troops for him?!"
After a staring contest, the Emperor reluctantly agreed.
As the Emperor spoke, Lorgar raised his head, looking at Zeke with admiration.
His father had indeed lost.
Basically, every time his old man and his teacher had a staring contest,
The one who lost in the end was always his old man.
"Alright, Lorgar, pack your things and prepare to depart with me." Zeke winked at Lorgar, then left with his student.
The Emperor, still standing there, looked so much like a lonely old man at this moment.
There was no one around him; everyone kept their distance.
Even Angron, who was supposed to be most famous for calming people, did not step forward to comfort the Emperor at this moment.
A few minutes later... the Emperor, who had just looked dejected, straightened his back again.
"Was my acting not convincing enough? Why didn't Angron come this time?
Alright, alright, I really have to do the work myself."
Angron, hiding far away: "Good thing I didn't go. I knew he wanted to trick me again! How did my dad end up like this?"
Angron was utterly perplexed; he didn't understand.
Zeke and the Emperor built a new stargate, but this stargate was not part of the Imperium of Man's stargate system.
The monitoring department responsible for stargate traffic immediately reported the situation after discovering a new stargate integrated into the stargate system.
The stargate network is one of the Imperium of Man's most important transportation networks. In terms of travel speed, the stargate network is even more efficient than the Webway network.
It was precisely for this reason that the Imperium of Man attached great importance to the addition of a new stargate.
Just a few minutes after the discovery, the information was reported through multiple layers.
It quickly landed on Guilliman's desk.
Guilliman, who was reviewing various matters occurring in the Imperium's four galaxies and a host of other miscellaneous affairs, immediately looked into it.
However, unlike others within the Imperium who were unaware of Zeke and the Emperor's disappearance,
Guilliman knew about it. And with a new stargate network connecting at this time, the identity of the person was self-evident.
"They're finally coming back!"
"My vacation! You promised to let me go out and play!"
Upon seeing the stargate network connection, Guilliman's first reaction was not relief that Zeke and the Emperor were safe. Instead, he became like a resentful woman.
"My vacation!"
"My vacation!"
"My vacation! They're finally back! This time, I must get my vacation!"
Guilliman's eyes gleamed green as he put down the various political affairs he was handling. After delegating most of the matters to the High Lords Council, he stood up from his seat.
"Custodes, assemble! Prepare to welcome the Emperor's return at the stargate!"
Alright, vacation aside, the Emperor's return was still a very noteworthy event. The Custodes needed to be there in formation to welcome the Emperor's return.
That was the supreme ruler of the Imperium of Man! The necessary pomp and ceremony still had to be present.
After notifying the Custodes, Guilliman casually sent a group message to his brothers.
"Father and Uncle Zeke are back. You should all come to Terra via the stargate network too."
This message was sent as an afterthought. His brothers were actually aware of the Emperor's disappearance, so Guilliman needed to reassure his brothers at this time.
Received.
Received.
Received.
Coming right away!
A series of replies sounded on his personal terminal, but Guilliman was no longer interested in reading them. He was preparing to depart.
He had already donned his power armour. Now, no matter what anyone said, nothing could stop his desire to go on a tour outside the galaxy with Zeke. No one could stop him!
Not even the Emperor.
10 minutes later... all the Primarchs had gathered at the stargate network, having waited for a long time. Guilliman, clad in his power armour, had already greeted his brothers and stood at the very front of them.
At this moment, no one stopped Guilliman from standing at the front. They all knew that Guilliman's contribution to the Imperium was unmatched by any of them.
As for Coconut Heart Bo Bo?
Now the Emperor could stand up from the Golden Throne, and with Zeke as a dual Emperor, there was no such thing as a damned Coconut Heart Bo Bo. It simply didn't exist.
Coconut Heart Bo Bo Guilliman no longer existed.
Under the watchful eyes of the Primarchs and the Custodes, a dazzling light appeared in the stargate network. The next second, Zeke appeared before everyone.
"Uncle Zeke! You're finally back!"
Guilliman darted forward, his tone urgent, even carrying a hint of grievance.
"What about my promised vacation? How long has it been! Political affairs are practically drowning me!"
His undisguised 'resentful woman' demeanor made the Primarch brothers behind him can't help but look sideways.
Even the usually serious Rogal Dorn's mouth twitched slightly.
The Custodes maintained their solemn posture, though the expressions beneath their helmets must have been quite amusing.
Zeke looked at Guilliman, whose eyes were gleaming green and who was practically lunging at him, and couldn't help but laugh out loud, patting his shoulder.
"Alright, alright, I know you've worked hard these past few days.
Don't worry, I'll definitely fulfill my promise to you."
"And you all, your father can't return for now. There's another Imperium of Man over there, and he needs to be stationed there first.
However, I've brought you a new brother. Let me introduce you now."
With that, Zeke pushed Orator of the Word Lorgar, who was behind him, forward.
"Who is he? I think you all should know him, right?"
Lorgar!
Lorgar, the Primarch of the Word Bearers Legion, how could they not know him?
Among their brothers, there was even a Lorgar, the Primarch of the Word Bearers Legion, standing nearby.
"Let me clarify first, this Lorgar and the other Lorgar will not merge. They are two completely distinct individuals, and forced fusion would be meaningless."
"Moreover, the Primarchs of that galaxy have no possibility of merging with you. They are all distinct individuals; there is no fusion whatsoever."
The Primarchs were somewhat bewildered by this, but no one said anything.
If they couldn't merge, they couldn't merge. They didn't care about it, and besides, having more brothers was a good thing.
Among the group, Guilliman's expression was the most unique.
His face displayed excitement, happiness, exhilaration, relief, and a series of other emotions almost simultaneously.
It's good that they can't merge. It's really good that they can't merge.
Not being able to merge means there can be another Guilliman, and someone else can become a new imperial regent to share these burdens with him!
With another Guilliman, he could take turns handling political affairs with the other Guilliman.
This way, all of them could have a bright future and some time to rest.
"Congratulations, congratulations, Guilliman, your wish is finally coming true." Sanguinius saw how excited his brother was.
Or rather, anyone who wasn't a fool could see how excited Guilliman was at this moment, and what he was thinking.
After Sanguinius spoke, the other brothers also offered their blessings to Guilliman.
"Congratulations, congratulations."
"Congratulations, congratulations, you finally don't have to handle so many things alone. Truly, congratulations."
The Primarchs were harmonious, offering their blessings to Guilliman, which made Orator of the Word Lorgar a little envious.
He didn't know what heavy responsibilities this Guilliman bore, responsibilities that even Malcador, the imperial regent, couldn't handle.
He merely envied the relationship between these brothers now.
How good their brotherhood was, this was a normal brotherly relationship.
Among everyone, only Zeke had a peculiar expression on his face.
Guilliman could indeed find some relief.
Because he had brought back Orator of the Word Lorgar, and then Angron of the World Eaters could also participate in Imperial politics.
Moreover, Fulgrim of the Emperor's Children Legion, who had not fallen to Chaos, could also share some of Guilliman's work, which would indeed lighten Guilliman's burden. However, it was probably not what Guilliman was thinking at the moment.
Zeke was already starting to feel like laughing.
"Alright everyone, don't get so excited yet. Let me introduce this person next to me."
"He is not the same Lorgar you have in mind. His personality is not like the Lorgar next to you, nor is it like the Pope Lorgar of the The Golden Imperium."
"This new brother of yours will completely refresh your worldview."
Having said this, Zeke kept them in suspense.
Instead of introducing the Lorgar who would stun the crowd, he reached out and gently pushed Lorgar forward a short distance.
"Introduce yourself, Lorgar. What kind of person are you? And you can also introduce to Guilliman what the Guilliman of your galaxy is like."
"Don't worry, the Guilliman in front of you isn't a bad person; he is a rock-solid loyalist faction."
Gently pushed forward by Zeke to face the crowd, the Orator of the Word Lorgar showed no sign of cowardice when confronting a group of brothers with powerful auras and varying gazes.
He calmly saluted by placing his hand on his chest, his movements possessing scholarly grace and composure.
"Good day, unfamiliar brothers. I am Lorgar Aurelian, Primarch of the Word Bearers Legion."
His voice was clear, devoid of any fanaticism or subservience.
"In my galaxy, Brother Angron and I are among the few loyalist faction forces still resisting the rebellion of Roboute Guilliman."
He specifically emphasized the phrase "loyalist faction," his gaze sweeping across the Primarchs before him, lingering particularly on Guilliman, who was wearing blue-gold power armour and was referred to as a "loyalist faction."
????
A loyalist faction resisting the rebellion of Roboute Guilliman? What kind of statement is that? Does that even make sense?
All the Primarchs were stunned, and even those Primarchs who had previously launched rebellions couldn't understand what was happening.
Horus froze in place, completely dumbfounded.
The Great Heresy—who could be more familiar with it than him? He was the Warmaster of the Great Heresy; he created the entire thing single-handedly.
Now suddenly someone jumps out and says Guilliman rebelled? Why didn't he know Guilliman had rebelled before?
If Guilliman's Ultramarines had become part of the Rebellion Faction at that time, the failure of the loyalist faction would have been virtually irreversible.
While the Primarchs were all bewildered, Guilliman was the most confused of all.
He was a rock-solid loyalist faction! During the Great Heresy, he almost stabbed Horus in the backside. How did he himself become a Rebel Side?.
"I've been wronged! Wronged! I am a rock-solid loyalist faction! How could I be a Traitor?"
Even knowing that Lorgar wasn't talking about him, Guilliman couldn't help but wail at this moment.
"Uncle Zeke, you know me! I am a loyalist faction! I haven't carried out any rebellion!"
He was getting anxious. His eyes were fixed on Zeke, hoping Zeke would give him justice.
"Of course, of course. I know you, Guilliman, are a loyalist faction. Otherwise, why would the current governmental affairs of the Imperium be handled by you alone? You are a rock-solid loyalist faction; I trust you."
"My trust in you is completely visible. This isn't just lip service; this is trust backed by real action."
Zeke gently comforted Guilliman, who had lost his composure upon hearing about Guilliman's Great Heresy.
Lorgar was also able to confirm at this moment that this brother of his was indeed a rock-solid loyalist faction.
This galaxy, just as his Unfamiliar Father and Uncle Zekehad said before, was almost the opposite of their own galaxy.
"Of course, of course. I wasn't talking about you, brother. I know you are loyal. Please forgive the words I just spoke."
Lorgar performed the Aquila Sign towards Guilliman, expressing his apology.
Guilliman's reaction just now was merely the expression of grievance upon hearing about Guilliman's Great Heresy. This grievance quickly vanished, but the next second he leaped into Sanguinius's embrace.
The Great Angel's Angel Wings gently folded, comforting his brother.
Yes, Guilliman was certain that Lorgar had not been talking about him, but merely the Guilliman of Lorgar's own galaxy.
However, everything represented by this news was truly astonishing.
Whether the Guilliman of that galaxy rebelled or not didn't affect him, and Guilliman didn't care. What truly upset him was that if the Guilliman of that galaxy rebelled, he was definitely not going to survive.
He had just been thinking about having two Guillimans who could alternate handling the Imperium's governmental affairs.
Now that this idea had just surfaced, it was already extinguished.
With a mind as sharp as Guilliman's, he naturally understood this fact.
Immediately, Guilliman saw his future miserable life; the turning point that had finally appeared seemed to have vanished again.
None of the Primarchs were fools, except for Angron... Angron, tormented by the Butcher's Nails, still lacked the wisdom of the other Primarchs even now.
Angron thought Guilliman felt wronged, which was why he ran into the Angel's embrace to cry.
But the other Primarchs all knew that the reason Guilliman was crying was that the much-desired Tool Person had disappeared.
The scene before them was so comical that even Zeke, standing on the side watching the show, couldn't help but laugh.
The Orator of the Word Lorgar, who had called Guilliman a rebel, was somewhat flustered.
He was now reflecting on whether his words had been too harsh, causing his brother to cry.
"Alright, Lorgar, don't worry about all that nonsense. Guilliman's crying wasn't caused by you; he's just imagining his miserable future life. Just continue your introduction."
"If you want to cheer him up, then introduce yourself and what you excel at right now. I believe Guilliman will return to his original demeanor."
Zeke revealed the reason why Guilliman was crying in a single sentence and provided Lorgar with a way to comfort his brother.
"Is that so? I understand, Uncle Zeke. I will introduce myself now."
Lorgar understood Zeke's meaning, and Guilliman, who was crying in the Great Angel's embrace, also lifted his head again.
Zeke would not speak without reason. Since he said those words, it meant that the Lorgar before him might possess some other talents.
Perhaps the possibility of him continuing to work shifts had reappeared?
With this thought in mind, Guilliman raised his head, ready to listen to Lorgar's self-introduction.
This time, Lorgar did not continue with his slow self-introduction.
Instead, he used the technology Zeke provided him to send a message to all the Primarchs' personal terminals.
It detailed Lorgar's personality and behavior.
Without hearing Lorgar's self-introduction, the Primarchs immediately checked their personal information terminals and quickly saw Lorgar's self-introduction in the message.
The more Guilliman read, the wider his smile became.
Excellent!
Is this Lorgar?
Is this still the old charlatan Lorgar?
Not at all!
Look at what he said: he will walk alongside the gods. This alone indicates that this Lorgar's abilities are completely different from the Lorgar on their side.
In his excitement, Guilliman immediately gave the Emissary of Golden Words a big hug.
"Welcome, my brother!"
Who understands the feeling of salvation when an excellent brother arrives when you're almost driven mad with work? This is simply amazing.
The hug from Guilliman… this was a Guilliman completely different from his own brother, yet this hug made Lorgar feel a camaraderie identical to his brother's.
"Alright, no more reminiscing here, and Lorgar, rein in your little thoughts, don't look at him like that!"
Zeke interrupted their brotherly reunion and then glared at Lorgar of the Word Bearers, who was looking at Lorgar, the Emissary of Golden Words.
Clearly, for Luojia, the Pontiff, he could not accept words like 'walking alongside the gods'... such words were undoubtedly blasphemous to the gods, and just as Lorgar was about to lash out, Zeke's glare sent him back.
But then again... Luojia, the Pontiff, was merely a believer. Now that the gods supported Lorgar, the Emissary of Golden Words, believing the Emissary was capable of standing with them, that was another matter entirely.
Lorgar, who had originally intended to reprimand the Emissary of Golden Words, once again turned into a docile lamb.
Theoretically speaking, for the Emissary of Golden Words to speak so brazenly, even audaciously desiring to stand alongside the gods, such an act should be condemned.
But practically speaking, since the gods had already approved the Emissary of Golden Words' words, as a devout believer, Lorgar felt he should acknowledge this matter.
The Emissary of Golden Words also looked at Lorgar, the Primarch of the Word Bearers Legion, who shared his appearance.
The Emissary of Golden Words had some understanding of this Pontiff of the Imperial Ecclesiarchy.
This was an individual who regarded the gods as everything, his reverence for them an incomprehensible yearning.
He and the Pontiff were in two completely different states.
Lorgar, the Emissary of Golden Words, curiously speculated and observed Luojia, the Pontiff, before him.
Unlike his observation of his counterpart, Luojia, the Pontiff, no longer looked at him at all, but instead gazed piously at Zeke.
Ever since he completed the fusion with that Lorgar from the The Golden Imperium, Luojia, the Pontiff, had become even more devout. Zeke's presence signified the gods.
When the gods were present, Lorgar naturally kept his gaze fixed on them for a long time.
And he had to maintain sufficient piety; even the slightest lack of devotion would be the greatest disrespect to his faith.
The Emissary of Golden Words observed this version of himself for a long time before retracting his gaze.
There seemed to be no need to continue watching. Although they were both Lorgar, they were actually two completely different individuals.
"Alright, lads, we have no time to waste.
Now, Guilliman, your vacation has arrived.
All government affairs are now handled by the Imperial Regent Malcador.
A little time won't have much impact on the Imperium."
"I need you to assemble your respective Legions and fleets. I want to mobilize 18 Legion fleets of the Imperium of Man to suppress another world, the Great Heresy of Guilliman."
"From now on, I appoint Guilliman as imperial warmaster. He will be responsible for commanding all Primarch Legions in combat.
Do any of you have any objections?"
Zeke's gaze was mainly directed at Lupercal.
This was Horus, the former Warmaster of the Imperium.
Children's psychological issues need attention, so Zeke paid considerable attention to Horus to prevent him from having any psychological problems.
However, Zeke was clearly overthinking; Horus had no objection to this appointment.
Warmaster?
He had long since dismissed himself. He was not a qualified Warmaster; he had been taken advantage of by the Chaos Gods and caused such immense losses to the Imperium.
If not for Zeke's appearance, the Imperium of Man would now be nothing more than a dying corpse, surviving solely because its health bar was thick enough.
Feeling Zeke's gaze, Horus looked up and gave Zeke a simple, honest smile.
"Uncle Zeke, you don't need to worry about any jealousy regarding my psychological state."
"I have no objection to Guilliman becoming Warmaster.
I understand your intention; you want Guilliman to personally crush the rebellion of the traitor Guilliman."
"Very good." Zeke nodded in satisfaction, pleased by Horus's maturity.
"Then, the appointment takes effect immediately. Guilliman, as Warmaster, you have the authority to mobilize all military resources of the Imperium except for the human legions stationed in The Great Wall region.
The 18 Legion fleets, as well as the corresponding Sisters of Silence, Adeptus Mechanicus Skitarii, and Imperial Navy auxiliary fleets, are all under your command.
Our goal is one: to crush the rebellion of that universe's Guilliman with overwhelming force and save human civilization there."
To command all human legions of the Imperium except for those in The Great Wall region—what immense authority this was, and now Zeke handed this authority to Guilliman.
A token shimmering with starlight condensed in Zeke's hand, then flew straight into Guilliman's grasp.
Guilliman reached out to take the token, but it did not appear in his hand; instead, it rapidly disintegrated and merged into his body.
Guilliman, Lord of the Thirteenth Legion, Lord of the Ultramarines, Master of the 500 Worlds, Lord of Ultramar, now had another title added to his long list.
imperial warmaster!
"Go, Guilliman, fulfill your duties and rights. Mobilize our armies. I give you only one month.
Within one month, assemble an army you believe can quell the chaos there. We are preparing to cross the galaxy."
The worker was already in place, and he was quite excited.
With an opportunity to slack off, Zeke naturally would not continue to perform his duties.
He cast all his responsibilities aside.
"As for me, I'm a bit tired. I think I need to rest first. You go do what you need to do."
"Come, come, Lorgar, I'll take you to meet your senior brothers. You can discuss with them and perfect your knowledge system."
After saying this, Zeke took Lorgar, the Emissary of Golden Words, leaving behind the Primarchs and the devout Luojia, the Pontiff.
Luojia, the Pontiff, was engaged in a mental battle within himself.
He also yearned to be taken by the gods like that; he was so envious!
One month later—
Guilliman's capability as the imperial regent exceeded everyone else's imagination.
Countless Forge Worlds began to pulse, and innumerable weapons rolled off the production lines of industrial worlds.
The Lord of the Thirteenth Legion, the master of the Ultramarines, the imperial warmaster—he was the will of the Divine Emperor. He was the one personally appointed as the imperial warmaster by Zeke, and Zeke simultaneously represented the will of The Emperor.
At this moment, Guilliman represented the will of two Imperial Emperors; his will was unstoppable.
His authority now not only towered above all beings in the Imperium but also meant that even Malcador the Imperial Chancellor and a series of other Primarchs could no longer obstruct Guilliman's decisions.
They could only offer suggestions.
Others only had the right to suggest when facing Guilliman, lacking any power to refute him, unless a direct command from the Emperor called Guilliman to a halt.
In just one month, he mobilized a vast number of Imperium of Man armies, assembling a total of over 60 billion Astra Militarum, and 40 Titan Legions configured with 4 emperor-class titans, 40 warhound-class titans, 200 War Dog-class Titans, and 8 warlord-class titans each.
He even mobilized a cyber-laced war engine Detachment composed of one 4-kilometer-tall cyber-laced war engine and six smaller 1,500-meter-tall cyber-laced war engines.
Four billion Skitarii from the Adeptus Mechanicus were also mobilized.
The total number of Space Marines from various Legions exceeded 8 million. Legion after Legion of Space Marines were assembling, and among these forces, Guilliman's Ultramarines were the most numerous, contributing a full 3 million troops.
This was not the entire main force of the 18 Primarch Legions; over two-thirds of the 18 Legions were currently stationed upon The Great Wall, responsible for defending humanity's final line of defense.
Guilliman merely concentrated most of the forces that the 18 Legions could mobilize within the Imperium's territory, yet he managed to gather a full 8 million Space Marines!
The strength of the Imperial Navy was slightly less than that of the ground forces. After all, a large-scale battle had previously occurred in The Great Wall region, and the Imperial Navy had not yet recovered to its pre-war state.
A large portion of the Imperial Navy was still concentrated in The Great Wall region, making the number of naval fleets that could be mobilized relatively scarce, though not excessively so.
Rogue Traders dispatched their fleets, which were primarily responsible for logistical supply and transportation. The Rogue Trader fleets numbered over 600,000 vessels.
Among these 600,000 warships were Capital Ships, destroyers, cruisers, battleships, battlecruisers, and the most powerful Rogue Trader Dynasty even possessed an emperor-class battleship!
Out of the 600,000 warships, 20,000 were Capital Ships of cruiser class or higher. The emperor-class battleship, first developed by the Adeptus Mechanicus, was equipped in 28 vessels within the Rogue Trader Dynasties' fleets.
This was merely the Rogue Trader Dynasties' fleets; Guilliman simultaneously mobilized a large number of Imperial Navy fleets.
Facing his counterpart from the Great Crusade era, who was now exerting maximum effort to execute the Great Heresy, Guilliman clearly understood the extent of what he himself could achieve. Such a scarce number of warships was insufficient to defeat the self who had already resolved to rebel.
Many Primarchs, upon seeing the sheer scale of the fleet mobilized by Guilliman, felt that this expedition was sure to succeed, especially since the Rogue Trader Dynasties alone had deployed so many warships.
However, Guilliman knew exactly what his judgment meant. When all the Primarchs believed victory could be achieved by simply deploying the Rogue Trader fleets, Guilliman defied all dissenting opinions. Within a month, he personally traveled to The Great Wall.
Zeke had not given him the authority to mobilize the Legions stationed at The Great Wall.
But if Guilliman could personally persuade Szarek, the Silent King, the Supreme Commander stationed at The Great Wall, and ultimately secure the support of Zeke's parents, then he could still obtain military assistance from the garrison there.
No one knew what Guilliman discussed with the Silent King during his trip to The Great Wall, but the Primarchs noticed that when Guilliman returned, he was followed by an Imperial Navy fleet.
It was a Capital Ship Group composed of 120 emperor-class battleships, 20 Mount Tai-class Titan Ships, and 400 of the Terran Dominion and Imperium of Man's newest model battleships.
This was a Capital Ship Group whose power far exceeded that of the Rogue Trader fleets.
Although their numbers did not exceed 1,000 vessels, if they engaged the Rogue Trader fleets, the latter would be completely annihilated in just a few days.
To support these Capital Ships in combat, Guilliman mobilized over 2 million auxiliary warships from across the Imperium within that month.
When everything was concluded, the Primarchs were astonished to find that Guilliman had mobilized over 2.6 million warships, cooperating simultaneously with over 8 million Space Marines.
This was a colossal force!!
Yet, when the month ended and Zeke met Guilliman, the latter was still deeply frowning.
"You think the current army is still insufficient?" Zeke saw through Guilliman's thoughts and immediately voiced the concern.
"How can that be! Such a massive military force is enough to launch a Great Crusade anew; how could it possibly fail to suppress a rebellion!"
Before Guilliman could agree with Zeke, Lion El'Jonson, the Primarch of the First Legion, spoke up in astonishment.
His words were supported by the other Primarchs, who similarly expressed their opinions.
"Yes, how is that possible? Such a massive army is more than enough to launch a Great Crusade,
"Let alone just a rebellion that only managed to gather half the strength of the Legions. It absolutely cannot be insufficient!"
"It is insufficient. These people are absolutely insufficient. They are completely unable to stop a version of me determined to launch the Great Heresy!"
Facing the collective refutation of his brothers, Guilliman still denied their claims.
"I'm not boasting, but if I were determined to rebel, I would have at least 100 ways to neutralize a fleet of this size, or to directly sow division among them."
"Warp storms, the Chaos Gods of the Warp, and constant sacrifices would be my best tools."
"Although these fleets are powerful, they are not yet powerful enough to completely ignore the Chaos Gods of the Warp, except for Zeke-style brilliant-class battleships. Our currently active ordinary warships cannot achieve that."
The one who understands oneself best is oneself.
During this month, Guilliman had simulated countless times the extent of what he could achieve if he were to rebel.
Zeke had told him that his counterpart in that galaxy was rebelling with all his might, even turning planets along the way into Daemon Worlds.
That was the extent of going all out, and this current fleet was still insufficient to stop that version of himself.
The Primarchs fell silent, unsure what to say to their brother, but Guilliman was not.
"Uncle Zeke, I need more troops!"
Orator of the Word Lorgar watched his brother Guilliman.
He saw the vast army Guilliman had assembled, its scale almost exceeding that of the Great Crusade. While the mortal auxiliary forces didn't surpass those of the Great Crusade era, there was still a slight shortfall in the number of battleships compared to the Imperium of Man's peak during the Great Crusade.
However, both the quality of the battleships and the quality of the troops surpassed the legions of the Great Crusade era.
Eighteen legions stood ready. Guilliman drew the sword at his side, yet he had no grand ambitions; he still felt uneasy, believing that this army was not enough.
He felt his forces were insufficient to suppress the rebellion originating from himself in another galaxy.
"My brother, is such a vast army still unable to suppress the rebellion of another you?"
Lorgar fell silent, looking at Guilliman and asking the question that had long been accumulating in his heart.
When the Imperium of Man's war engine was activated, when vast fleets were assembled, and when numerous Space Marine forces completed their combat preparations, Orator of the Word Lorgar also found himself immersed in such immense military power, unable to extricate himself.
It seemed to him that such a massive army was entirely sufficient to suppress anyone's resistance, and could make any enemy of humanity who dared to stand in humanity's way pay the appropriate price.
But now his brother Guilliman was telling him that these armies were not enough.
So many troops, and still not enough?
"Not enough, these armies are far from enough. The 'me' in that galaxy has been plotting for a long time; this is a Great Heresy beyond everyone's imagination."
"I can tell you this: if I were orchestrating this Great Heresy, I would have the means to annihilate this vast legion!"
Orator of the Word Lorgar asked, and Guilliman was willing to explain.
Guilliman's no longer humble words silenced the Primarchs.
Among the Primarchs, only Horus, who had once participated in the Great Birthday Celebration, showed an expression of agreement.
That's why, among all his brothers, he feared Guilliman the most.
This guy was an extremely abnormal existence; all his operations were top-notch among his brothers. If he and Russ were to rebel, he absolutely could not suppress Guilliman's rebellion.
"How many more troops do you need, Guilliman? Or do I need to grant you legion authority in The Great Wall region?"
Zeke looked deeply at Guilliman, softly asking how many more troops he needed, but Guilliman shook his head.
"Uncle Zeke, I know that The Great Wall's armies cannot be mobilized."
"I hope you can give me permission to continuously mobilize reinforcements within the Imperium even after the war begins."
Guilliman stated his request.
Zeke had initially allowed him to mobilize the necessary troops to fight in another galaxy.
Guilliman believed that Zeke meant to give him a month to assemble a force capable of augmenting his rebellion, and that no further troops should be mobilized afterward.
It was not surprising that Guilliman would have such a thought; after continuous major wars, the Imperium of Man had largely exhausted its vast resources.
The Imperium of Man truly could not bear a long-term war; the massive consumption of resources was something the current Imperium of Man could not afford.
"Of course, Guilliman."
"I think you know the current situation of the Imperium better than I do, so go ahead. I will allow you to continuously mobilize the legions of humanity."
"The development of this Imperium was brought about by your own hands; I trust you will not do anything detrimental to it. Go ahead and do what you must."
Zeke knew that Guilliman had misunderstood, so at this moment, he once again removed the self-imposed restraints that Guilliman had placed upon himself.
"Thank you, Uncle Zeke!" A smile appeared on Guilliman's face. This was good; he now had a continuous source of reinforcements providing support.
Having received permission, Guilliman slowly rose from the ground and drew his sword, the emperor's sword.
This sword was bestowed upon him by the Emperor.
The emperor's sword The Emperor was using now was newly forged by him, and the previous emperor's sword was in Guilliman's hands!
Guilliman drew his sword, and blazing flames ignited on its blade. He raised the emperor's sword high in his hand and shouted to everyone.
"Let us depart, for humanity's Manifest Destiny, let us go and prevent tragedy from occurring."
"In the name of humanity's Manifest Destiny, the Terra Expeditionary Force advances!"
"For Manifest Destiny!"
"For Humanity!"
A thunderous roar, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami raging, erupted from every Primarch, every Space Marine, and even every mortal soldier.
Guilliman's words ignited everyone's fighting spirit. They might know little of the horrors of another universe, but they trusted Guilliman's judgment.
They trusted this Regent who had led the Imperium to rebirth from the ruins.
As Guilliman swung the emperor's sword forward, the massive expeditionary fleet, like a waking giant, began to orderly enter the glowing stargate.
First to enter was the Blood Angels legion led by Sanguinius. Golden battleships, like angels' wings, tore through the veil of another dimension, rushing first into that battlefield filled with despair.
Following closely were the White Scars' rapid strike fleet, the Imperial Fists' mountain-formation fleet group, the Iron Hands' heavy armored phalanx... The most elite forces of the Imperium of Man, with unprecedented scale and determination, crossed the stargate.
Guilliman stood faithfully on the bridge of his flagship, the 'Macragge's Glory,' taking one last look at the starry sky of Terra, then resolutely piloted his battleship into the light of the stargate.
When the last battleship passed through, the stargate's light gradually stabilized, but the connection did not close.
It would become a lifeline, a bloodline connecting the destinies of two Imperiums of Man.
Orator of the Word Lorgar still stood beside Zeke, and at this moment, they were on an emperor-class battleship.
"Let's go, Lorgar, it's time to deal with the problems in your galaxy, to suppress everything there, and let humanity once again enjoy peace and stability."
After Zeke finished speaking, the last emperor-class battleship also passed through the stargate.
Such a vast army, with a continuous supply of provisions, greatly calmed Lorgar's heart. He believed that victory would ultimately belong to humanity, and victory would ultimately belong to the loyalist faction.
They had Zeke, the Earth Ring, Guilliman, and eighteen full Primarch fleets. Furthermore, in his galaxy, there were still numerous loyalist faction fleets ready to fight.
Lorgar could not imagine what the Guilliman of their galaxy could possibly do to resist such a powerful fleet.
Victory will belong to humanity!
For humanity's Manifest Destiny!
When the battleship jointly piloted by Zeke and Lorgar passed through the stargate again, a large army of the Imperium of Man had already gathered at Konor.
Angron, who had been waiting here for a long time, saw massive Human Legions appear. Countless battleships continuously poured out and headed toward other star systems for deployment. He had only seen such a sight when the Great Crusade first set out.
Angron's heart settled. He felt that the war could be won. With such a massive army for assistance, how could the war possibly fail?
When the massive Primarch fleets arrived, the eighteen Primarchs left their respective fleets and came to the surface. They were going to meet their father, the Emperor, first.
The father and sons were reunited, while Angron from the Emissary of Golden Words' side stared intently at the other Angron who had been fitted with the Butcher's Nails.
As soon as the two sides met, he felt a completely different aura emanating from the opposite Angron. The other Angron seemed not to have successfully developed his own Warp essence like him, but had instead been corrupted by Chaos.
Strictly speaking, he had been corrupted.
After all, Zeke had already pulled Angron back. The two different Angrons saw each other.
Neither of them spoke; they simply held each other's gaze.
With the Emperor present, the brothers' interactions were relatively harmonious.
After Zeke and Orator of the Word Lorgar arrived, a large-scale operational meeting began.
The Terran Dominion's fleet is capable of faster-than-light travel.
Direct travel between galaxies is also possible; they do not necessarily need to enter the Warp and risk being attacked by a Warp Storm.
However, having said that, although Human battleships can achieve faster-than-light travel, the speed of FTL travel is limited.
Traveling from this location to Terra would require at least a year of navigation through the void of space.
A year is a variable. No one knows if Guilliman will convert more Daemon Worlds, leading to the appearance of more Daemon battleships and Daemon Ultramarines, intensifying the fight.
Therefore, at the start of the meeting, Guilliman proposed an idea.
"Father, could you personally intervene to quell the Warp Storms in the Warp, allowing our army to head straight to Terra?"
The Emperor shook his head: "If this were a year ago, I would still have the ability to quell these Warp Storms, but I cannot do it now."
"Guilliman, I must say this."
"It's fortunate that when Horus performed the Great Birthday Celebration for me, you didn't become part of the rebellious faction. Otherwise, I truly dare not imagine where the Imperium would have ended up."
Only those who truly understood the impact Guilliman's rebellion could cause knew how monstrous this Lord of Macragge, the Imperium of Man's most powerful operational king, truly was!
When the large-scale Warp Storms first appeared, only the 500 most prosperous Human Worlds had become Daemon Worlds, and the Emperor could personally suppress the Warp Storms.
As time passed, after they had stayed here for a year, the Warp Storms had grown to the point where they required both Zeke and the Emperor to suppress them together.
But after a year and six months, the Warp Storms had become so strong that even the combined efforts of the Emperor and Zeke could not directly quell them.
According to incomplete statistics, at least 120,000 Human Worlds in the Imperium of Man have already become Daemon Worlds.
This is an extremely terrifying number. It is impossible to calculate how many humans on these 120,000 Human Worlds have been sacrificed by Guilliman, this Champion of the Material Universe.
The Champion jointly chosen by the Chaos Gods / The Four Gods of Realspace, Original Annihilator Guilliman.
Even the Emperor at this moment dared not imagine how powerful he had become. With so many Human Worlds sacrificed, no one could imagine if Guilliman could even encounter an enemy in Realspace anymore.
Psychic Power is a very subjective force, so the boost gained by Psychic Power through sacrifice is practically visible to the naked eye.
What's more powerful is that he is not Horus. Horus had his mind twisted by the Chaos Gods / The Four Gods and was forcibly inflated into a large puff pastry.
But Guilliman is different. Guilliman genuinely believes his father betrayed him.
This made Guilliman's will extremely firm. With his own will being so resolute, Guilliman's Psychic Power, unleashed during the Great Heresy, has already surpassed the Emperor of this galaxy.
Furthermore, as time passes, his Psychic Power has begun advancing toward the status of the Dark King.
The Emperor of this galaxy stripped himself of his relationship with the Dark King, making it impossible for the Emperor of this galaxy to ascend to the Dark King.
But surely someone must inherit the divine position of the Dark King? Now, this Original Annihilator has become the best successor to the Dark King's divine position, and the Dark King's divine position has attached itself to Guilliman.
With every world destroyed, Guilliman's power makes significant progress.
This is the nature of the Dark King: the more worlds it destroys along the way, the stronger its power becomes.
Furthermore, although Guilliman only converts Daemon Worlds, there is a certain calculation behind it.
The Emperor's words made Horus feel a little ashamed, as his Great Birthday Celebration was mentioned again.
But strangely, Horus felt a slight sense of schadenfreude in his heart.
Although his Great Heresy caused serious damage to the Imperium, clearly the impact of his Great Heresy was nowhere near the damage currently being caused by Guilliman. From a certain perspective, his rebellion still had meaning.
His Great Heresy merely turned the Imperium into a rigid corpse, but Guilliman's Great Heresy is aiming at completely annihilating the entire Imperium of Man.
Various Imperial Worlds along the way were destroyed and converted into Daemon Worlds. Even Horus had never conceived of such a thing—what a terrifying method.
Horus felt great, but Guilliman's expression became somewhat awkward. Although he hadn't done these things himself, the Guilliman of this galaxy was capable of them.
"Don't be awkward, Guilliman. You are a staunch loyalist faction member. Don't be affected by the events of this galaxy. Old Huang and I both trust you."
Zeke noticed Guilliman's slight awkwardness and offered comfort to the imperial regent who diligently served the entire Human civilization.
Guilliman gave Zeke a grateful look, adjusted his demeanor, and then presented another proposal.