Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

"I heard it from Sicarius," said Phikris. "He said that Calgar brought a gift for the Primarch, and the Primarch was very happy about it."

"Is that so?" Reddy couldn't make up his mind.

In her impression, Guilliman is a king full of charisma and mystery.

How could birthdays, something that ordinary people would care about, happen to the Primarch.

Coredy thought about it for a second, thinking that the Primarch was born ten thousand years ago.

The Emperor and many demigod-like Primarchs were still active in the galaxy.

Birthdays don't seem so strange anymore.

Maybe the Emperor celebrated the Primarchs' birthdays, maybe.

People always like to look at problems from their own perspective, completely forgetting that Primarchs also have emotions.

Seeing them as gods may be the wrong way to keep the Primarch out of the human world.

In a cold and cruel universe, humanity and emotion are the most beautiful things for human beings.

It is also something that Lord Guilliman has always advocated to protect.

If he doesn't have these things, how can he advocate them? ?

Perhaps the adults also want to use this kind of thing to prove to the world that he is not a high god, but a primarch with joy, anger, sorrow and joy.

In this way, the relationship between him and ordinary people is greatly shortened.

Reddy suddenly realized that the Primarch really had great wisdom.

"Maybe we should prepare a celebration for him, but I'm not good at this kind of work." Fickris looked at Reddy, "I was trained how to be a warrior since I was a child, and emotions are regarded as taboo, because that would make We have become weak. That is why I have come to you, Reddy, an economist of the Primarch and an ordinary man enjoying a normal life who must know more than we do."

"If that's the case, then I'm willing to serve you, Lord Phikris." Reddy bowed slightly with a smile on his face.

"Then I will leave this matter to you, Reddy. I will sign an action document for you, giving you the authority to mobilize some things." Phikris also said with a smile.

"I will never let down your trust, Master Phekri." Reid looked up at Phiklis, who was far taller than him, with a firm tone.

"Then let's do this first. You send me the relevant application permission documents, and I will provide you with convenience."

As the top of the Ultramarines, one of the warlords of Ultramar, and the captain of the Primarch's Guards, Phikris's power is unimaginable to ordinary people.

After a brief chat, Fickris walked away. He had his own responsibilities and couldn't stay for too long.

"What did Mr. Pheklis say to you?" A famous sculptor looked at Phiklis's leaving back, walked up to Reddy, and asked enviously.

Few are able to converse with Primaris Space Marines of the Warlord's class.

They reject official recorders, even those with the Primarch's permission.

Now Reddy can talk to the captain of the Primarch's Guards, which makes others envious.

"He asked me to help him prepare a surprise." Reddy looked at the sculptor and said, "If you want, maybe you can join my team."

"What surprise? Can I?" The sculptor was a little flattered.

"It's just a gift." Reddy laughed.

The Glory of Macragge.

strategy room.

Guilliman was still busy with his work, and the siege against the orc warlord arsonist was slowly being tightened like a big net.

Killing this orc warlord and stabilizing the Charadon sector is the most important task at present.

In addition, Guilliman also had to dedicate part of his mind to deal with many problems of the empire.

Science is the best way for human beings to understand the universe. Any practice of begging the gods of chaos for knowledge is stupid and low-level.

In order to stabilize its own rule, the Senate of Terra and the Mechanicus led to the dying of human science and dying.

Guilliman does not deny the importance of the Senate and the Mechanicus to the Empire, and the contributions they have made.

But some things are right or wrong, far from that simple.

Just because a team has made contributions to mankind, it cannot be exalted to a lofty status, while its shortcomings and harms are ignored.

Guilliman and Caul discussed that perhaps one day, they would stand on the opposite side of the Mechanicus and the Senate of Terra for reform reasons, which would very likely lead to a new human civil war.

Looking at another report about the reform team being expelled by the local nobles, and questioning letters from other star field self-proclaimed loyalists.

Guilliman signed the operational order for the military repression.

Regardless of whether those people are loyal to the empire or not, if they get in the way, they should be purged.

Otherwise, mankind will never have a future.

"Only by fire can one be reborn."

While speaking, Guilliman clicked on the holographic screen to send the operational order document to the communications director for him to dispatch.

With this order document, it is unknown how many nobles will die tragically and be assigned to the punishment camp.

Among those people there must be those who fought to the death for the Empire of Mankind, the Emperor.

Loyalty is good, but unfortunately, they get in the way.

When Guilliman was busy integrating the Charadon star region and promoting his own reform cause.

Undercurrents are also surging on Pharos, where the alien lighthouse is placed.

The colonization of Pharos is not high, it is considered a semi-agricultural world.

The largest cities were built on high ground overlooking the ocean.

Below the highlands, the endless blue ocean stretches into the distance until it is in line with the sky.

This ocean is well managed and fully utilized.

Marine aquaculture facilities are scattered all over the world, providing humans with a large amount of aquatic products.

Every year, Pharos provides a large amount of marine aquatic products to nearby galaxies in exchange for supplies from other planets.

Like many worlds of Ultramar, people here enjoy a more affluent life than other star regions of the empire, as well as a beautiful natural environment.

Warren, the planetary governor, is also well received. He has ruled for two hundred and fifty years, and the people under his command are rich and happy.

With such achievements, in the wave of institutional reforms carried out by Guilliman.

He was not screened out, but continued to serve as the planetary governor.

But Valen has also encountered problems recently.

The physical function is declining rapidly, and the brain is not very bright.

This is a red flag.

How can a person with a bad mind be the governor of a planet.

Varen asked the priest of Mechanicum and his own doctor.

Those priests and doctors told him very clearly.

Warren was no longer fit for life-extending surgery.

His soul was overwhelmed, and his body was on the verge of collapse, unable to accept the stimulation of another operation.

This made Valen very sad.

He could no longer serve the Empire and the Primarch.

Until, the arrival of a businessman brought a turning point.

Luxurious governor's mansion.

Fat, elderly Varun listened to the advice given to him by the merchant.

"The technology of the empire can no longer last, so why not try something else." The businessman in gorgeous clothes said while holding a book without a cover.

"Are you talking about alien technology?" Varen frowned.

"No, aliens are dirty, I got a witchcraft from an ancient tribe, it can transfer the life of young people to those old people who are respected, so as to help the elders of those tribes continue to lead the tribe .”

"Witchcraft??" Warren felt a bit of disgust in his heart, but for the sake of the Emperor, the Primarch, and to continue to play his role, he still suppressed his disgust and listened.

"Yes, with a little sacrificial ceremony, you can regain your vitality and life span, so what's the trouble?" said the merchant.

"Sacrificing others in exchange for one's own life is something only Chaos cultists would do," Warren reprimanded.

"Swords are not good or bad, my lord governor, the key lies in the person who uses it. You are loyal to the empire and let the people under your command live a happy and prosperous life. The Primarch has just recovered, and he needs you to be so capable and loyal to the human empire." The loyal and caring governor came to assist him. With this little witchcraft, you can continue to help the Primarch and continue to maintain people's rich and stable lives, isn't it good?"

said the businessman.