Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

Chapter 29 The Last Wish 45

Guilliman's anger seemed substantial, and the air in the hall was scorching hot.

The representatives shuddered, wondering why the Primarch was so angry.

"My lord, my Kalima family has served the empire for three thousand years. We have never betrayed the empire. You cannot deprive us of our rights like this. Is such a cruel decision a reward for the loyalists from the empire?"

The planetary governor of Planet Sara said tremblingly.

"Loyalty?" Guilliman raised his tone and looked at the guy in front of him, "Tens of billions of people have died on this planet, and hundreds of millions of people have rebelled and become cultists. I didn't kill you, that's because you never rebelled. rewards.

"We were appointed by your father, who gave us hereditary rights. You cannot dismiss us because of such things." Another woman stood up, trying to explain the legitimacy of their rule.

"Your titles are granted by the Terra Senate, and you only speak on behalf of the emperor. The first generation of the Terra Senate was formed by me, and I have absolute ruling power."

(The Council created by the Emperor was disbanded during the Horus Heresy, the war ended, and upon the arrival of Guilliman, he was appointed Regent and re-established the Council of Terra.)

"My lord, we are."

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Other representatives also stood up one after another, and their questions flew towards the Primarch like snowflakes.

With their own rights at stake, they seemed to have lost some respect and fear for Guilliman.

Power is corrosive, Sicarius thought, it erodes respect, it erodes common sense, it makes people greedy and selfish.

The Primarch was saving the world, and these people showed resentment at the loss of their rights.

The power of one planet can make people lose their minds.

How terrible it would be if it was a star area, a star field, or even an empire.

Perhaps, they will directly kill the Primarch to safeguard their ruling interests.

Sicarius felt a little terrified at his outrageous thought.

Perhaps one day, he will need to make a choice, whether to choose the empire defined by Guilliman or the empire defined by the Terra Council.

Guilliman will not compromise with those old-fashioned forces. From his awakening until now, he has made no secret of his disappointment with the status quo of the empire.

He desperately wants to change the current empire and bring mankind back from the abyss of ignorance and depravity.

And those guys who have ruled the empire for thousands of years will never give up their rights willingly.

They will do all kinds of terrible things for their own luxury life and family interests.

Under the wrath of Guilliman, all the representatives were driven out.

After a while, Sicarius returned. He saluted his Primarch respectfully, begged for forgiveness, and then spoke.

"My lord, there is a person who may meet your requirements, but he has been infected by the disease and will die soon. There is no way to come to see you in person. If you want, can you move to the hospital?"

After a moment of contemplation, Guilliman stood up, "Let's go, let's take a look."

The appearance of a Primarch excited the people of Sara.

They came running from all directions, shouting the names of Guilliman and the Emperor outside the steel defenses erected by the Honor Guard.

Many people had tears in their eyes and were too excited to control themselves.

Some devout believers ran to kiss the ground where the Primarch had walked, and wept loudly, thanking the Primarch for saving them from the nightmare.

"It's all crazy," Guilliman whispered, looking at the people.

"They are too excited, my lord," said Sicarius.

"If my father sees this scene, I don't know how disappointed he will be. He doesn't like such fanatical beliefs. If he is wrong, he doesn't like any beliefs." Guilliman said.

Sicarius didn't speak, he didn't experience that era with the Emperor.

I don't know what the real He is like.

Guilliman entered a makeshift hospital, and wounded soldiers and civilians alike were encouraged by his presence.

"You are outstanding." Guilliman was not stingy with his praise, "You have defended this planet and dealt a severe blow to the arrogance of Chaos. Without you, we would not have won so easily."

His words made the people in the hospital very happy.

There was pride on everyone's face. They were recognized by a Primarch, which was an extremely honorable thing.

Many excited soldiers secretly clenched their fists. They will continue to serve the Empire until the end of their lives and the final salvation of the Empire.

In order to better encourage people, Guilliman even allowed a soldier with a broken leg to hold one of his armor-covered fingers as a reward.

He is too big for ordinary people to shake hands with him.

The cheers shook the hospital, and the soldier who received special treatment broke down in tears. At this time, he was willing to sacrifice everything for the Primarch.

Under the eyes of people's respect and admiration, Guilliman walked into the deepest ward.

A dying Imperial loyalist lies in his hospital bed.

Beeping medical instruments filled the space around him.

His body was full of pus, but there were no wounds, all of which were the result of disease.

"His name is Jie'an, with the rank of colonel. He is the commander of the third security regiment and the defender of Sara Star. When his immediate superiors ran away, as a colonel, he took the initiative to take on the responsibility of defending Sara Star." Otherwise, Sara Star wouldn’t be able to last that long. It’s a pity that his internal organs have been corroded during the battle, and there is nothing we can do.”

A doctor next to Guilliman introduced the patient's condition.

Guilliman opened the door of the ward, stooped and walked in.

The ward was filled with a disgusting smell, like rotten watermelon mixed with rotten fish.

Guilliman adjusted his breathing, trying to adjust to the disgusting smell.

As for whether there are germs in the air, he is not worried.

The original body has the most powerful immune system in the real universe, and ordinary germs cannot cause any harm to them.

"Colonel Jie'an" Guilliman lowered his voice, calling out to this poor imperial hero with pity.

He gave everything for Sara Star, but now, he can only wait here to die.

The fate is so unfair, the loyal ones sacrificed everything for the empire, while the despicable ones stepped on their bones to enjoy a life of glory and luxury.

The patient struggled to open his eyes, turning his head at a very slight angle to look at the Primarch, his abscessed face grinning.

"Is it you, Lord Primarch? The Holy Emperor did not abandon me. You are so kind that you are willing to come and see a dying man."

"No, you are the hero of the empire, Jie'an. This world will have your statues and stories, and you will be sung forever." Guilliman said.

"No, I didn't fulfill my duty. I caused so many people to die. I should have protected them and the world, but I didn't. If it wasn't for your arrival, everything I did would be in vain. "

There was a hint of crying in Jie'an's voice. He cried for his own incompetence and also for Guilliman's arrival. It was the Primarch who saved the planet Sara and those innocent civilians.

"If it weren't for your presence, Sara Star would have turned into a plague death star before we arrived. You have slowed down the enemy and created an opportunity for us to annihilate them. I will grant you this in the name of the Regent of the Empire." The Imperial Medal of Honor, in recognition of your service to the Empire."

"Thank you, Primarch, this is my glory." Jie'an cried, happy to be recognized.

"Do you have anything else to say??" Guilliman asked.

"Can you bestow upon me the Emperor's Mercy? I can feel the rotting of my internal organs, they are tormenting me, making me succumb to pain, trying to make me sell my soul."

Jie'an's eyes looked at Guilliman's flawless face, full of begging, and every second of being alive was painful.

To be recognized by Guilliman, his life has been completed.

It's time to leave.

He will never give in to pain and sell his soul to those twisted beings.

He was forever loyal to Man, to the Imperium, and to the Emperor.

Guilliman was silent for a moment before speaking, "If this is your last wish, I can grant it to you."