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Guilliman sat quietly in his office. All the personnel of the Perfect City had been handed over to the Word Bearers. These mortals who had temporarily lived in the harbor of the Ultramarines ship Will be taken to a new home by the Word Bearers.
On the wall opposite Guilliman's desk, the double-headed eagle hanging high and shining with cold light was looking at the original body expressionlessly.
He...he wanted to see Luo Jia. This was an emotional and irrational need.
But Guilliman slowly recalled the moment when he gave the order, recalling those innocent mortals, who had been taught what they had been taught since birth, and they did not know where they went wrong - and now they took it for granted because of these things. Life is punished every day, and their homes are burning.
Guilliman recalled the desperate and pleading screams of the Word Bearers from previous communications.
He was just one step away from killing brothers, but this was indirect, it was ordered... This was not...
He suddenly thought of Russ, the executioner of the empire. When the Wolf King raised his giant axe, he thought again. What are you thinking about?
It turned out that this was what Russ had faced - no, he was a thousand times more painful than Guilliman.
Guilliman may understand the Emperor and what the Empire does. He knows that sometimes there will always be some situations in a country and someone needs to correct them. This is necessary and necessary, but from a perceptual point of view... No, he cannot accept it. .
Perhaps at some point in the Perfect City, Guilliman had given up his competition for the position of Warmaster. With his armor covered in the ashes of the Perfect City, he could no longer be as glorious as before. He felt that he had done something wrong.
Guilliman allowed his thoughts to wander. He remembered that when the Emperor went to the Perfect City, Malcador looked at him with a worried expression on his face - was it him who acted it out, or was it this scheming politician? An accidental revelation of true feelings?
The old man sighed and said,
"You always think too much, Guilliman. You are too empathetic and emotional - this is not a bad thing, but you need to exercise restraint."
Guilliman did not think this evaluation Is it objective, rational, or emotional? No, emotion is the first factor that needs to be eliminated in decision-making.
As for empathy, if a king cannot truly understand the joys and sorrows of his people, then he is not a qualified king.
Guilliman thought of his adoptive father, King Conor.
Maybe he was being serious, or maybe he just didn't want to focus his thoughts on the Perfect City. Guilliman discussed with Malcador, but neither of them convinced the other in the end.
...
"Guilliman always prides himself on being rational. He rigorously lists data and cases to refute me, but in fact, he cannot quantify his inner emotions. Guilliman can never analyze the various emotions in his heart. Digitalization - the method he has always relied on for survival is not applicable to the soil in his heart."
Malcador took a slow sip of tea. Hades opposite him had no food, so he had to hold his chin and follow the old man. Chatting without saying a word.
Hades looked at Malcador casually and said,
"Well... let me think about it, it won't be you talking to him about how to manage emotions, and then he will talk to you about data and reality."
Although he really didn't want to admit Hades St, but Malcador still nodded heavily,
"He is very idealistic. I think this is Guilliman's emotion and the influence of high empathy on him - but in addition, the way he treats the emotions in his heart is highly Relying on his old... habits developed in Macragge."
Hades paused,
"Makado, you are thinking very carefully, but I want to ask - will the Emperor really realize this? ? Or to put it another way, will he...will he use your comments to persuade Guilliman?"
Malcador shook his head heavily, and Hades immediately became more energetic, and he patted the armrest of the sofa.
"You are cheating me, Lao Ma. Then I won't let my finger bones point to the emperor. It will be in vain if he goes."
Malcador looked gloomy,
"Hades, first of all, I won't call him Lao Ma. Secondly, if he goes, The effect of persuasion is far better than all of us."
The old man looked helplessly at Hades's strange expression of disgust - as if he realized that he was still useful and that the Emperor and Malcador were not serious people, haha Dis began slowly, gradually testing their limits.
But this trick did work, and Malcador sadly found that he had indeed lowered Hades' bottom line a lot.
"I don't believe it, Malcador."
Malcador was silent. He sorted out his words and spoke again,
"He is not ignorant. On the contrary, he knows more than we have seen. Hades, language It may not be reliable, and the performance may not be reliable at the moment. Too many betrayals happen after the oath of love. People are not always the same. If they change, then no matter how many words they said before, they are just empty talk." Hades looked serious
. Thinking about it, Malcador hoped that he really listened and was not thinking about asking the servitor to bring in a few more trays of snacks - God knows why he would one day foolishly put these two options together at the same time!
Malcador took another sip of tea and continued,
"When we look at a person, we will observe his expression, posture, and speech. And he is observing the person's past, the projection in subspace, maybe future, and what he should do to make the waves of subspace reach the direction he desires."
"So,"
Macado paused,
"He is not what you think, Hades, don't use ordinary people's words Looking at him from a different angle, his wisdom is far beyond that of others."
Hades's dull eyes rolled, and then focused on Malcador again,
"Well, from an ordinary person's point of view, what would the emperor do to Kili? What did Man say?"
Malcador was stuck. Finally, the old man said slowly,
"I can't guess my lord's thoughts...but I think he will...order Guilliman to stay strong and loyal."
Opposite him Hades once again showed a doomed expression.
...
"You are doing the right thing, my son, and there is no need to question your heart."
The Emperor sat casually on the side chair next to Guilliman's desk. Although the position was not in the center of the room, the Emperor's Arrival makes this single sofa chair clearly the centerpiece of the room.
The sudden arrival of the Emperor caught Guilliman off guard. His biological father was always mysterious and difficult to approach. He would always leave after leaving orders, as if there were always more important things waiting for him - although the fact was that That's right.
...and...a small corner of Guilliman's heart whispered that compared to the Luna Wolves, the Emperor's Children, and the Imperial Fists, the Emperor obviously didn't care much about the Thirteenth Heir. On the body.
Although Guilliman is also enjoying himself in his own Five Hundred Kingdoms, Guilliman has devoted his mind to the Extreme Kingdom. He is not one of those Primarchs who likes to claim credit in front of the Emperor. For Guilliman, perhaps A lush five hundred world is his best treasure.
Guilliman was silent, choosing his words carefully, even if he would offend,
[My Lord, please forgive me, but if possible, I would like to be allowed to know the mistakes of Luojia and the Word Bearers, or the words you said to Luojia in the Perfect City - even if I need to undergo memory erasure surgery afterwards. 】
He needs to know why, he needs to know what kind of fault can offset the sin of destroying a civilization.
The Emperor looked at him, frowning slightly, and Guilliman's heart skipped a beat. Just before he was about to open his mouth to make amends for his words, the Emperor spoke, "I thought
your relationship with Lorgar was not a good one. Guilliman."
The unexpected answer hit home to some kind of self-blame deep in Guilliman's soul,
"I... really can't agree with his religion. Religion represents ignorance. People don't choose to stand, but put themselves to death." The existence relies on some illusory existence. If a civilization needs to progress, it first needs to get rid of the idea of relying on other things...] [...
But I think Luojia just mistakenly regarded you as his idol and carried out the A deification of sorts, the planet he landed on limited his thinking, causing him to mistake his worship of you for religion, and your... way of handling it caused him to misunderstand. 】
【Although I don't have a good relationship with him, from my personal perspective, from the perspective of being both your heirs and brothers... I still feel... a certain amount of sadness that he went through this. ]
Guilliman took a deep breath, and he suddenly realized that he had said it all. His biological father, the Emperor, always had a kind of magic. He was taciturn, always stood upright, and was always right. In the face of such an existence, Guilliman always felt that he was still a child, a child who had made mistakes and stood in the corner in fear.
The Emperor looked at him, his eyes calm.
"I am pleased that you still worry about your brother, Guilliman, even if you have political disagreements."
Then the Emperor fell silent, and the suffocating silence fell over the room again.
The Emperor sighed softly, which was particularly noticeable in the quiet room.
He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, Guilliman clearly saw the fatigue in his eyes,
"I didn't want to discuss this with you, but Guilliman, you let me see your brilliance."
"As a warning, the Perfect City must be burned."
The Emperor said calmly.
"The Word Bearers' faith is laced with poison. It is corrupting Lorgar and his children. I need to save him."
Guilliman paused... ...After a long while, he spoke carefully again,
[You mean...some of the Word Bearers were not created by the Faithful Luojia...but...some other...]
"A more blasphemous existence. "
The Emperor took Guilliman's words casually,
"Guilliman, you may know that before Lorgar launched the Unification War on his home planet, the belief on that planet was a cult and believed in witchcraft."
" Relying on his consciousness as the original body, Luojia avoided the fate of being eroded by the cult on his home planet, successfully overthrew the cult on the planet, and established a religion centered on me, even though I personally did not want to see this. A little."
The Emperor remained silent and looked at Guilliman, which was enough for Guilliman to piece together a truth.
Guilliman was thinking wildly in his mind. What was more difficult for him to accept than the Word Bearers' religion was that the center of that religion was some kind of evil existence. If they believed in the Emperor, then Guilliman could still understand it, but they Even if you don't believe in -
no, it's difficult to believe in the Emperor... Guilliman only feels that both sides are enough to make him sick and difficult to accept!
[Father, how are Luojia and his army doing now? ]
Guilliman spoke first, and in a flash he realized that he was being disrespectful, but the Emperor didn't seem to care about the change in his name. In other words, Guilliman was allowed to call the Emperor his father.
The Emperor shook his head slightly, but he still looked at Guilliman calmly and confidently,
"It's very bad. I pointed out and punished him for his fault."
Guilliman could not imagine that if he saw Macragge The ruins, and everything he had done before was judged as wrong...
He could not imagine Luo Jia's current state. It was too cruel, too... inhumane.
Guilliman looked back at the Emperor.
[…On my personal side, as Luojia’s brother, I am very worried about him. Can he and his legion stand up again after this setback? ]
To Guilliman's surprise, the Emperor stood up and prepared to leave, with a faint smile on his lips,
"He will, he is my son, Guilliman."
The Emperor paused,
"But he has indeed not yet reached your height. He needs some encouragement and support -" "
So I temporarily allowed his previous views on me."
The emperor's figure disappeared behind the door, and his last words Still echoing in Guilliman's ears,
"Robert Guilliman, I am very happy to see your awareness. Civilization needs to progress, and I have devoted my life to this."
Guilliman stood up suddenly after a brief moment, and he Things on the desk shook as he stood up.
He looked towards the door. The Emperor's figure seemed to still be there, and his brain was dizzy and dazed - his point of view was confirmed by the Emperor, which was... this was unimaginable.
Against all odds, the Emperor did not even stay in Guilliman's office for half an hour.
Guilliman would never have thought, nor would he have known, that the Emperor who had said those words that made him feel joyful came to him because of Chu Qian's failure.
Hades sneezed suddenly in the reception room. He rubbed his nose and looked at Malcador, who looked disgusted with him.
"Someone is definitely cursing me, Malcador. I bet it's Neos. He must have finished chatting with Guilliman, but the chat failed."
"No, Hades, I never fail."
The Emperor suddenly appeared behind Hades, still confident and smiling, and
was suddenly The emperor who appeared was startled, and Hades almost spilled the tea in his hand. He quickly took his own tea and retorted, "
Then who failed in his mission just now, Neos?"
There was no smile on the corner of the emperor's mouth. Without moving down at all, he naturally sat back to his previous position,
"This was my plan, Hades."
Hades sighed loudly,
"Then,"
Hades said loudly,
" I think your conversation with Guilliman must have gone well, right, Neos?" "
Of course."
The Emperor slowly took a sip of tea, indifferent to Hades's provocation,
"Because I am the Emperor. ”
4k! None today! By the way, double updates used to be done in 4k!
I'm going to take a day off tomorrow. I have to catch the train.
Remember, I'm late for an update, 11.
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