"Your brother Magnus has left the planet of Sorcerers and arrived here in the Holy Territory of the Imperium from the Dark Imperium."
Cherubael's demeanor was very respectful, and he carefully chose his words when speaking to avoid displeasing the Primarch.
Angering Guilliman would do him no good, only invite a severe beating.
Besides the power of the Cursed Ones, Guilliman also possessed another immense power.
Either of those powers could easily kill him.
daemons are just difficult for mortals to kill, not truly immortal.
"Do you know which planet he is on?" Guilliman asked, rubbing his Gauntlet of Power.
"Lord, Magnus possesses unparalleled sorcerous skill. Even in the warp, there are very few daemons who can surpass him. He is a daemon Primarch, incredibly powerful, and holds the secrets of the warp. No one can spy on him without being discovered."
Cherubael said.
There are rumors that part of the Emperor's technology and power for creating the Primarchs came from the Four Gods of Chaos in the warp.
Therefore, after each Primarch awakened their warp essence, they would possess unparalleled power.
Surpassing most greater daemons under the Four Gods.
Those original daemons were even less capable of competing with them.
Let alone spying on him, even trying to glimpse Magnus could result in being discovered by him.
"You daemon prince, you are truly useless." Guilliman mocked Cherubael without reservation.
Cherubael: ...
Having been a daemon prince for so long, Cherubael had never felt so heartbroken.
To be so humiliated, so reviled, so trampled upon.
To survive, Cherubael endured.
He swore that one day, he would definitely avenge this shame.
Returning the humiliation of today a hundredfold.
Thirty years east, thirty years west.
Do not bully a poor daemon.
One day, the humans of this world will know that daemon prince Cherubael is not to be insulted, and those who insult him will surely die.
Guilliman pondered the daemon's words; there wasn't a single truthful sentence in their mouths.
They always hid traps in their words.
Dealing with these guys, one wrong step could lead to disaster, so one must be careful.
"Magnus, what exactly are you trying to do?"
After a moment of distraction, Guilliman recovered and looked at the cowering Cherubael, asking, "Are there any other updates?"
"The realm of the Plague God has been making significant movements recently, seemingly preparing a new plague to spread into the material universe," Cherubael said.
"That's probably the work of my other brother, Mortarion. For the time being, keep a close eye on the Plague God. I need to know their movements and which star system they plan to carry out their malicious plan in."
"Yes, Lord, your loyal servant will surely complete this task perfectly," Cherubael said respectfully.
"Continue gathering intelligence." After asking, Guilliman turned and walked out of the room where Cherubael was imprisoned.
As a daemon prince, Cherubael's place of confinement was also very special.
He was imprisoned in a stone chamber carved with numerous restriction runes, and there was a massive Emperor shrine at the entrance.
Several armed and weapon-carrying Exiled Priests took turns chanting scriptures and prayers.
Their expressions were solemn, unlike the prominent Ecclesiarchy priests who stood before people.
Exiled Priests generally possessed combat capabilities, and most even underwent some mechanical augmentation to enhance their strength, so they could better protect themselves.
To better fight the great enemy Chaos, they sacrificed themselves, studying forbidden sorcerous knowledge and soul-defiling techniques.
That dark lore was extremely terrifying; if one's mind was even slightly weak, they would be corrupted, devoured, and ultimately fall into depravity.
Learning these dark techniques was undoubtedly cursing oneself.
But out of devout faith in the Emperor, the Exiled Priests still resolutely embarked on this path.
Their fates were often tragic.
Studying those twisted, dark, and evil knowledge inevitably led to being consumed by the warp and enduring endless torment.
"Lord."
The leading Exiled Priest bowed, saluting Guilliman.
His eyes had been replaced with bionic implants, and even the flesh around his eye sockets had been replaced with metal.
From the scars covering his face, it was clear that he had suffered through an unimaginable life-and-death crisis, which necessitated the mechanical parts.
Exiled Priests usually operated with Inquisitors, purging cultists and creatures of Chaos.
The danger level was extremely high, and the death rate was also very high.
Cultists never cared about their own lives or the lives of others.
This was what made them so terrifying.
"Thank you for your hard work." Guilliman said.
His words were sincere; every Exiled Priest was worthy of respect.
Some heroes choose to die for their beliefs, while greater heroes choose to live ignobly for their beliefs.
Exiled Priests gave up glory, choosing to take up arms and walk into the darkness, becoming nameless guardians, precisely for the sake of humanity protected by the Emperor.
Guilliman walked out along the wide marble corridor.
The Exiled Priests continued to perform their duties, using their devout faith in the Emperor to suppress the daemon.
Magnus, Mortarion.
Guilliman pondered these two daemon Primarchs as he walked.
Magnus, as a psyker who was once second only to the Emperor and even stronger than the Regent Malcador, became even more terrifying after ascending to daemonhood.
In the original storyline, that guy threw Guilliman into the Maelstrom with a single spell.
If it weren't for the eldar Harlequin, the Grey Knights, and the undeniably loyal Lord Cypher coming to his rescue, the esteemed Regent of the Imperium would likely have perished in the Maelstrom.
There was no need to even mention Mortarion.
The plague he and another greater daemon, Ku'gath the Plaguefather, Nurgle's most beloved, concocted almost killed Guilliman.
At the critical moment, the Emperor's divine intervention allowed Guilliman to turn the tide.
Daemon Primarchs are formidable individuals; any underestimation would lead to disaster.
I just don't know when these two guys will make their move!!
"Auxiliary AI, when will the second trial mission begin?" Guilliman asked internally.
The true battlefield of the Warhammer universe is the warp, and he must possess the ability to contend with the warp. Only then can he truly fight daemons.
However, Guilliman didn't know much about the warp.
It was a reflection of biological emotions, the domain of the Four Gods, capable of allowing starships to travel faster than light and Astropaths to transmit information in the shortest amount of time.
The warp was also the source of many mysterious powers.
Whether humans called it True Qi, Mana, or psyker power, the origin of these forces that transcended the laws of physical reality lay within the warp.
Guilliman didn't know how these forces replaced or distorted physical laws to function.
The warp was the domain of psykers, sorcerers, and arcane technology.
Even though Guilliman's body was fused with the soul of a transmigrator, allowing him to view the entire universe from a perspective outside of it.
It was still difficult to grasp the many mysteries of the warp.
Now, the only thing he could rely on was the civilization database mentioned by the auxiliary AI.
He hoped the database contained some research on psyker abilities, the supernatural, and similar topics. Only then could he adopt more strategies against the warp, or even utilize the warp for his own purposes.
The Chaos Gods and daemons were merely inhabitants of the warp; they too could not fully comprehend and control it.
As long as Guilliman could grasp the mysteries of the warp, he could also use it and gain the initiative within it.
**Host, please be patient. As long as the industrial level is sufficient to absorb new technology, the second trial mission can be undertaken. Currently, the civilization the host is in has an extremely high technological level, but lacks matching industrial capabilities.**
**keep up the good work.**
Seeing the auxiliary AI's response, Guilliman could only suppress his wandering thoughts and continue to steadily advance his plans, taking things one step at a time.
The technology of the Human Imperium was basically left over from the Golden Age. One should know that humans at that time were on the verge of ascension.
One can imagine how powerful the technology of that era was.
Human technology was very strong, but unfortunately, with the rise of the Ecclesiarchy, the Adeptus Mechanicus became increasingly conservative. Human technology not only failed to advance but was also constantly being lost and regressing.
The industrial levels of various planets also differed greatly. Some planets had starships flying everywhere, while others were still in primitive societies. The disparity was immense, unimaginable.
Walking out of the long corridor, Eisenhorn saluted Guilliman.
"Lord, what is the situation?"
"As bad as ever," Guilliman said in a relaxed tone.