"I heard it from Sicarius," Phicris said. "He said that Calgar brought a gift for the Primarch, and the Primarch was very happy about it."
"Is that so?" Reidy's mind couldn't quite process it.
In her impression, Guilliman was a charismatic and mysterious king.
How could celebrating a birthday, something that only ordinary mortals cared about, happen to a Primarch?
But then thought about it, recalling that the Primarch was born ten thousand years ago.
At that time, the Emperor and many demigod-like beings, including the Primarchs, were still active in the galaxy.
Celebrating a birthday didn't seem so strange anymore.
Perhaps even the Emperor celebrated the Primarchs' birthdays, it was possible.
People always like to look at problems from their own perspective, completely forgetting that Primarchs also possess emotions.
Blindly treating them as gods is perhaps a wrong approach that isolates the Primarchs from the human world.
In the cold and cruel universe, humanity and emotion are the most beautiful things about humans.
And it is also something that Lord Guilliman has always advocated for protecting.
If he didn't have these things, how could he advocate for them?
Perhaps Lord Guilliman also wants to prove to the world through such things that he is not a distant god, but a Primarch who experiences joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.
This would greatly narrow the gap between him and ordinary people.
Reddy suddenly realized, the Primarch truly possesses great wisdom.
"Perhaps we should prepare a celebration for him, but I'm not good at this kind of work," Phicris looked at Reddy.
"I was trained from a young age on how to be a warrior, and emotion was considered a taboo, because it would make us weak. That's why I've come to seek your help, Reddy . You are the Primarch's economist, and also an ordinary person who enjoys a normal life. You must understand these things better than we do."
"If that's the case, then I am willing to serve you, Lord Phicris," Reddy bowed slightly, a hint of a smile on her face.
"Then I'll leave this matter to you, Reddy . I will sign an action document for you, giving you permission to mobilize some resources," Phicris also said with a smile.
"I will never fail to live up to your trust, Lord Phicris," Reddy looked up at Phicris, who was much taller than her, her voice firm.
"Then that's settled for now. Send me the relevant application permission documents, and I will facilitate things for you."
As a high-ranking member of the Ultramarines, one of the War Lords of Ultramar, and the captain of the Primarch's personal guard, Phicris' power was unimaginable to ordinary people.
After a brief chat, Phicris left. He had his duties and couldn't stay for too long.
"What did Lord Phicris say to you?" A famous sculptor watched Phicris' retreating figure, walked over to Reddy's side, and asked enviously.
Very few people could converse with primaris space marines of the War Lord level.
They refused official record keepers, even those who had the Primarch's permission.
Now Reddy could converse with the captain of the Primarch's personal guard, which was the envy of others.
"He asked me to help him prepare a surprise," Reddy said to the sculptor. "If you're willing, perhaps you can join my team."
"What surprise? Can I?" The sculptor was a little flattered.
"Just a gift," Reddy said with a smile.
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On Macragge's Glory.
Strategy Room.
Guilliman was still busy with his work, the encirclement of the ork Warboss, the Arsonist, was slowly tightening like a large net.
Taking down this ork Warboss and stabilizing the Charadon Sector was the most important task at hand.
In addition, Guilliman also had to dedicate some of his attention to dealing with many problems in the Imperium.
Science was the best means for humanity to understand the universe. Any attempt to gain knowledge by begging the Chaos Gods was foolish and primitive.
The Senatorum Imperialis and the Adeptus Mechanicus, in order to solidify their rule, had caused human science to be on its last legs, on the verge of death.
Guilliman did not deny the importance of the Senatorum Imperialis and the Adeptus Mechanicus to the Imperium, nor their contributions.
But the right and wrong of some matters were far from that simple.
Just because a group contributed to humanity, they should not be elevated to a lofty position while ignoring their shortcomings and harms.
Guilliman had discussed with Cawl that perhaps one day, they would stand in opposition to the Adeptus Mechanicus and the Senatorum Imperialis due to reforms, which could very likely lead to a new human civil war.
Looking at yet another report about the reform team being expelled by local nobles, and letters of questioning from those who claimed to be loyalists in other star systems.
Guilliman signed the action order document for military suppression.
Regardless of whether those people were loyal to the Imperium or not, if they were in the way, they should be purged.
Otherwise, humanity would have no future.
"Only through fire can one be reborn."
Guilliman said as he clicked on the holographic screen, sending the action order document to the communications officer to be dispatched.
With this order document, who knows how many nobles would die tragically or be assigned to penal legions.
Among those people, there would surely be those who fought to the death for the Imperium of Man and the Emperor.
Loyalty was good, but unfortunately, they were in the way.
While Guilliman was busy integrating the Charadon Sector and pushing forward his great reform agenda.
On Pharos, where the xenos lighthouse was located, undercurrents were also surging.
Pharos was not highly colonized, it was considered a semi-agricultural world.
The largest city was built on a plateau overlooking the ocean.
Below the plateau, the boundless azure ocean stretched into the distance, until it met the sky.
This ocean was well managed and fully utilized.
Marine aquaculture facilities were scattered like stars, providing a large amount of seafood for humanity.
Pharos provided a large amount of marine products to nearby star systems every year, in exchange for resources from other planets.
Like many worlds in Ultramar, the people here enjoyed a more prosperous life and a beautiful natural environment than in other star systems of the Imperium.
planetary governor Valen was also highly praised, ruling for two hundred and fifty years, his subjects prosperous and peaceful.
With such achievements, in the wave of institutional reforms carried out by Guilliman.
He was not screened out, but continued to serve as planetary governor.
But Valen had also encountered problems recently.
His physical functions were rapidly declining, and his mind was not as sharp as it used to be.
This was a dangerous sign.
How could someone with a dull mind serve as planetary governor?
Valen consulted the priests of the Mechanicus and his own doctors.
Those priests and doctors told him very clearly.
Valen was no longer suitable for life-extending surgery.
His soul was already overburdened, and his body was on the verge of collapse, unable to withstand the stimulation of another surgery.
This made Valen very sad.
He could no longer serve the Imperium and the Primarch.
Until, the arrival of a merchant brought a turning point.
In the luxurious governor's Palace.
The obese, elderly Valen listened to the suggestions the merchant offered him.
"Imperial technology can no longer extend life, so why not try something else?" The merchant, wearing luxurious clothes and holding a book with no cover, said.
"Are you talking about xenos technology?" Valen frowned.
"No, xenos are filthy. I obtained a kind of sorcery from an ancient tribe. It can transfer the lifespan of young people to those respected elders, in order to help the elders of those tribes continue to lead the tribe."
"Sorcery?" Valen felt a hint of disgust, but for the Emperor, for the Primarch, and to continue to play his part, he still endured the nausea and listened.
"Yes, with just a small sacrifice ritual, you can regain vitality and lifespan. What's so difficult about that?" the merchant said.
"Sacrificing others to gain one's own life, that's something only Chaos cultists do," Valen rebuked.
"A sword is neither good nor bad, governor. The key lies in the person who wields it. You are loyal to the Imperium, and you have brought happiness and prosperity to your subjects.
The Primarch has just reawakened, and he needs a governor like you, capable, loyal to the Imperium of Man, and caring for his subjects, to assist him.
Using this small sorcery will allow you to continue helping the Primarch, and continue to maintain the prosperous and stable lives of the people. Is that not good?"
The merchant said.