Proof of the Sun King

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For Guilliman, his last memory was a mortal battle in which the Primarch and a filthy brother slaughtered, two godlike forces wrestling with each other, vicious curses and taunts; his last Consciousness is a burst of pain beyond the limit of endurance, the erosion and diffusion of toxins.

He painfully begged his father to save him, and his prayer was answered, and a cold golden light embraced him...

The next second, Robaut-Guilliman woke up, looked around with a 'dazed' face, and found himself back in Macragge's Temple of Justice, even if the light was dim, he could still make out The perfect posture of the Astartes, and...the Emperor standing before him.

"Father? Are you all right?" This was the first thought in the loyal son's heart. His face was filled with ecstasy. Seeing his father standing in front of him intact, Guilliman's voice trembled: "It's just... so good."

"Things may not be as good as you think, Roboute." The Emperor just replied coldly. He was about to say something when a forbidden army came in from outside: "Your Majesty, a human suddenly appeared outside... With the 'mixed' troops of the Eldar, will you destroy them?"

"Allied forces?" Emperor Yingming Shenwu's face was a little surprised.

"It's Saint Celestine, Marshal Amari of the Dark Templar, the Cadian survivors led by Judge Greyfax, and some Eldar spirits who call themselves the Death Army, my majesty." Leaning on the halberd, he reported: "They seem to form a coalition."

"...That's fine, Roboute. I'll give you a few days. You'd better hurry up and find out what has happened in the past ten thousand years." The Emperor said coldly, and he glanced at Guilliman. Then he went on to say to the forbidden army: "Death God Army?... These Spirit Races may be useful, they should not be destroyed now, let me talk to them."

"Yes!" The Imperial Army responded immediately, the emperor's will is the highest truth, and they only need to implement it.

"Ten thousand years?" Roboute-Guilliman was still on the hook, but the Primarch came to his senses, realizing a serious question: "What time is it... what time?"

The Emperor did not answer his words, and the Lord of Humanity just left. Obviously he had other things to do. His trip was a top secret. Before the dark gods had reacted, he still had a lot of things to do. Finish.

In the emperor's perception, an unprecedented giant battle is being fought in the 'chaotic' world. The mad 'desire' knights under the 'Selene' have invaded the 'flower' garden of Nurgle. The timing of this raid is just right: God of Plague The lazy demons have just made a big move to attack the Iron Fire Demon Castle of Khorne, and the bloodthirsty demon army of Khorne has just invaded the crystal "mystery" palace of "traitor". At this juncture, the "chaotic" four The gods were fighting, and under his careful cover, the four 'chaotic' gods of chaos who were focusing on infighting had not noticed the recovery of the Lord of Humanity for the time being.

A fragile and difficult ceasefire was reached between the Emperor and the Eldar's Reaper. The negotiation brought relief to Inquisitor Greyfax, who had agreed to ally with the Eldar, and the Eldar got the results they wanted. Promise that the Emperor will assist Guilliman in the next series of actions.

"Let's go to Caliban right now!" The Custodian ships left Macragge, leaving behind Guilliman, who had just woken up.

About a week later, Robert Guilliman slumped back to the throne, moments before he had dismissed all his 'attendants' and advisors, and even the Glory Guards had been ordered to wait outside the Sanctuary.

"It turns out that thousands of years have passed." The Ultramarine Primarch, the Lord of Ultramar, returned to his throne in pain.

His physical pain was healed by the Emperor, but the wounds in his heart were getting bigger and bigger.

One by one, the Primarch had 'conversed' with the Saint and her companions, the Ultramarines commanders, and even Ephraim of the Reaper; With every bit of affinity and cunning as a statesman, he creates a harmonious and friendly atmosphere, laughs to get more information from the other party, and perfectly conceals his emotional 'fluctuation' caused by these words.

Guilliman spoke highly of the insights of each visitor's current situation and praised their contribution to the empire; according to each guest's different 'personality' and preferences, Guilliman has Sexually show the side of his personality that best suits the other party, so that the other party unconsciously responds to his questions with sincerity and frankness.

Although seemingly silent on the surface, every reply was like a cannonball bombarding the Primarch's chest; confusion and fear overwhelmed him, and the grief and pain made him unable to control himself.

Roboute-Guilliman covered his face with his hands and let out a low howl, his armor buzzing with the action.

He desperately hopes that his father will come back to him, or have a brother to have a good chat with him.

"Thousands of years," he continued, "look what they have become, and ourselves too - fanaticism, ignorance, misery, decadence, all of this, in the name of a god, ironically Yes, the 'god' himself has never hated this title."

Guilliman shook his head and stood up, pacing the sanctuary belonging to the Chapter Master, his eyes flicking across the battle flags hanging on the walls, each as high as an Imperial Knight, 'finely' woven The cloth of the ultra fighters depicts the illustrious feats of the Ultramarines.

Kill aliens, execute heretics; save the world, destroy the world. Paintings unobstructed of the Chapter's past feats, clearly identifiable Imperial eagles and heraldic rubbings.

In addition to this, there is another being shrouded in the halo and sitting on the throne - that must be the Emperor.

He learned from the Imperial Army and his subordinates that his father had only just recovered.

"We failed, Father," Guilliman's words were weary and mournful. "You have failed your sons, and we have failed you; our arrogance and vanity have made today's empires, and we have failed human beings - didn't Horus declare your intention to ascend to the gods, and use this as an excuse to launch a rebellion Is it 'chaotic'? Wouldn't the appearance of the empire today lead to his schadenfreude ridicule?"

'Provoked' fury surged in the heart of the Lord of Ultramar, he clenched his fists to restrain himself - he fantasized about himself like a mad beast smashing tables and chairs, tearing up flags, and pouring his anger into the room. put everything.

But the anger soon faded.

"There is still hope, father is back," Guilliman murmured, courage to return to the Primarch, so dark, so desperate, that the status quo facing his father's empire could not defeat him.

Because of the father's return, in this most desperate and darkest time, the Lord of Humanity has finally returned.

He has also learned of the fruits of Belisarius-Cauer's research beneath the surface of Mars. All this made him firmly believe that there is still hope for a brighter tomorrow, and there is still hope for the empire to be reborn.

Under the guidance of the father, mankind will once again unite under the banner of the Emperor, and he will continue to fight as the Primarch of Ultramarines.

"It's just... I'm left, I'm left alone." Guilliman gritted his teeth and sighed slightly. The genetic primarch had learned that all the primarchs in the past were either missing or degenerate, and now the entire human race He was the only Primarch awake in the Empire.

Thousands of years later, he has become the only remaining Primarch.

"Who told you? Guilliman? Who told you that you were the only one left?" At this moment, a tall black figure walked into the Ultramarines' hall from the door. .

He holds a lion helmet in his hands, his noble face is still as pure and flawless as it was ten thousand years ago, his long golden hair hangs down from his cheeks, and his black power armor is still as clean and new as ten thousand years ago , his face was as cold as the Emperor's, but just looking at Guilliman's humiliating look, the face of this uninvited guest had some contempt: "Afraid?"

"Leon! My brother!!!" Hearing this familiar voice, Guilliman raised his head suddenly, his voice full of disbelief, but when he confirmed the figure of the comer, joy and sadness filled him Inwardly, his face remained calm, only the tears in the corners of his eyes and the trembling hands betrayed him.

He hurried to the uninvited guest and looked at his brother with joy. He suddenly didn't know how to express his enthusiasm. After continuous hesitation, the Ultramarine Lord gave the visitor a warm embrace, despite the sympathy between them. Blocked by power armor.

"..." The Primarch of the First Legion, who had just woken up, was a little at a loss for Guilliman's warm embrace, or he didn't know how to express his feelings. Ang-El-Jonson finally reluctantly reached out and patted Guilliman on the back awkwardly, motioning him to let go of him.

The Emperor stood outside, watching his two sons embrace, the eyes of the Lord of Humans finally had a 'wave', which was a pity, these former triumphs of his past are now only two of them still in him. Under his command, the rest were either degenerate or missing. Some Primarchs knew where they were but could not be retrieved or recalled for a while, and some Primarchs didn't even know where they went.

Then, the father and son came back to the secret room to discuss the next plan.

The Emperor rejected Guilliman's suggestion to sit down, telling his son that he hated sitting.

"I have news to tell you that you have a new brother." The Emperor stood in the main seat, his eyes 'shooting' into the distance like a sharp sword: "He was left to me by Malcador. The last gift is also the key to my recovery, without his efforts, without my recovery."

"He is the secret weapon I use to deal with Chaos, and the only hope for saving those fallen Primarchs. He can reverse the corruption and restore those fallen Primarchs to their original state...with my help."

"Remember, his existence is a top secret, and it cannot be known to anyone but the three of us. If there is a chance, you will see him." The emperor said calmly: "The galaxy is burning, and now we are the only ones left standing. It's dark."

Hearing this, both Guilliman's and Jonson's eyes burned with hope, and the fallen brothers have always been their heartache: "Then what are we going to do? Father?"

"Guilliman, you only need to announce your recovery. In the endless darkness, the resurrection of a Primarch is too important for the Empire, and the awakened son will expedition to Terra to meet his rotten father who is still sitting on the throne. ." The Emperor first arranged Guilliman: "Your recovery will attract the attention of Chaos, and there will be an idiot who will look for the Door beyond his capacity."

"Jonson, whoever took you, follow me to Armageddon." The Emperor raised his head, and the face of the Lord of Humans was only indifferent: "Let's go and recover a fallen primarch together."

"A Primarch that was heavily contaminated when I first retrieved him, your brother."

"Everything has not been lost. All aliens, heretics, and demons will be wiped out in front of us! The universe will return to peace, and evil will only be destroyed! Humanity will eventually stand on the top of the blood 'tide'."

The Emperor's long black 'color' hair flutters in the air without wind, and the divine radiance of his body shines more and more, almost filling the entire hall, after 11,000 years of uninterrupted battle against the demons of the warp And endlessly accepting the sacrifices of psionicists, the strength of the Lord of Humans has become even more terrifying.

Guilliman and Jonson both stood up.

"The Milky Way belongs to the Empire of Humanity!" This was Guilliman's heartfelt roar.

"Let's continue the unfinished expedition! Father!" Jonson also expressed his determination.

"let's start!"

So, when the Empire of Man was about to fall into the darkest and most terrifying predicament, a message of hope was sent to every corner of the entire galaxy.

The Primarch of the Thirteenth Legion, Roboute Guilliman announced the return, the reinforcements of the Empire are also gathering in Macragge, and dozens of Ultramarine sub-groups are roaring in the ethereal 'tide' The arduous journey ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ gathered here without fear of hardships and dangers, just for a glimpse of the primarch - Nova Warriors, Sons of Aura, Origins and countless other subgroups converged into a torrent, rushing to the original Pledge allegiance.

At the same time, the returning parent of the gods personally announced that he was about to set off on an expedition to Terra.

A new era has begun.

…………

It seems that something really big is happening in this world!

Lane, who was walking on the mountain road, thought, he has been in this state for many days.

He had already vaguely guessed what had happened.

"Lord Ryan, we are about to reach the border of Arden Forest, do you see the mountain in front?" Holy Grail Knight Jules pointed to a mountain in front and said to Ryan.

After nearly ten days of trek, the army has entered the borders of Brittany.

"According to the arrangement, you will first go to the Royal Palace of Curona, and His Majesty King Richard of the Knights will divide you, and then you will go to the Duchy of Carcassonne in the south to be baptized in the Ladies' Cathedral of the Lake, and we will take you to Fairy 'daughter' lake, meet the lake **** 'sorceress' highness." Eulers said the arrangement of the plan: "She will arrange your position."

Lane nodded, he was thinking, this arrangement obviously shows the characteristics of the country of Brittany, that is, the politics of the north and the south, the capital of the king is located in the north of the kingdom, while the Lake Fairy's Cathedral is located in the south of the kingdom , so the power of the whole country is divided into two ends, forming two hearts.

The army was advancing in the field, and suddenly, there was a sound of drumming from the front.

"Beastmen! Beastmen!" A black spot appeared at the end of the plain.

Holy Grail Knight Jules raised his lance: "Ready to fight! Knights!"