Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 769 Guilliman, thank you for giving me Tyrion. I will treat him well.

The highest heavens, the impossible fortress of the crystal labyrinth, remain silent.

"Nimrod has acquired Blackrock Fortress..."

The face that sprouted from Tzeentch's right arm repeated in a low voice: "Nimrod has acquired Blackrock Fortress..."

"Variety……"

His face on his right arm vanished, and a face grew from his waist: "Change..."

In the blink of an eye, every thread of fate trembles.

"Horus has failed... The opportunity to submit... Everything is in our grasp..."

The face that sprouted from Tzeentch's left leg was filled with pleasure. "Horus has failed... the chance to submit... everything is under control..."

"Blackrock Fortress...Taiping Starfield..."

The Weaver of Fate flipped his hands, revealing a face behind him, "Black Rock Fortress... Pacific Starfield..."

……

960.M30.

Extreme Starfield, Macurag.

Overlooking the inner court of Macurag, the room offers a panoramic view, with heavy marble tables covered with papers and data boards.

Golden sunlight streamed through the narrow windows and shone on the old thinking machine.

The Cold Gestalt Meditation Machine did not arrive here with the Terra Expeditionary Fleet, but was the legacy of Guilliman's adoptive father, Connor.

Ancient relics from the “Dark Age of Technology”.

The great and warlike King Connor once used it to govern Makula.

During the day, he is in the Supreme Council.

At night, the inner court was the center of his authority.

Every twenty-five seconds, the old relic emits a faint, strange, synthesized alarm sound.

Beep beep beep beep...

Guilliman sat up straight and checked the information on the Cold Gestalt Meditation Machine.

Information from Marius Gage.

Lord Guilliman, I regret to inform you that I have failed to complete the task you entrusted to me.

After careful investigation, I was unable to find a suitable world as the northern center of the Five Hundred Worlds.

Espando lacks sufficient potential, and Sosa is too remote...

Guilliman didn't need to bring up a star map; Superman's kingdom would automatically appear in his mind.

Among them are two extremely suitable places: Ganyun and Kaus.

But both of these worlds had already been taken over by his brother, Ninglu.

Beep beep beep beep...

The Cold Gestalt Meditation Machine beeped again.

Guilliman did not check the information again; his gaze was fixed on his memories.

When he was twelve years old, he first stepped into this room and saw Connor sitting at the table, working hard.

By then, he was as tall as his adoptive father, and even more robust.

Later, his biological father arrived, making him realize his crucial role as the progenitor in the grand scheme of humankind.

His adoptive father and biological father both attached great importance to the same thing—a backup plan.

Connor taught him, "No matter how perfect a plan is, it needs an alternative."

Guilliman knew that his biological father shared the same view:
Don't be obsessed with perfection, because that's just a fleeting moment;
Always keep a fallback option in mind;

……

Beep beep beep beep...

Guilliman leaned over and clicked the cancel button, silencing the notification sound.

Boom boom boom!
"Come in."

Guilliman looked toward the old woman who walked in, his foster mother, the current Lord of the Palace, Tarasha Yotton.

She was tall and slender, wrapped in a white robe.

Guilliman rose to greet her, "Madam."

His black robe and Tarasha's white robe were the same style of clothing worn by the arguing members of parliament and consuls in the High Council.

"Please take a seat."

Guilliman waited until Tarasha placed her cane on the chair and sat down in the chair, which was too large for her body, before returning to her seat behind the desk.

During Guilliman's more than a century of rule over the Inner Court, the only change he brought was replacing the desk and four chairs with Primarch-customized models. Tarasha gazed at Guilliman. "Have you made a decision regarding the center of your Northern Kingdom?"

Guilliman nodded. "Yes, ma'am."

"The agricultural world, Taruntus."

Tarasha frowned slightly; Robert's decision was somewhat unexpected.

He prefers the industrial world as a regional development hub and a land of heroes.

Tarasa's gaze was profound. "Whom will you appoint as the Hero of the North?"

"Wosoto".

Glenn Wosoto, the officer commander of the 13th Army Corps when it was still known as the "Sons of War".

Current leader of the first battle group.

But it was far from the court of Makula.

Another unexpected choice.

Guilliman's use of his surname, rather than his more intimate first name, reveals his detached attitude.

Tarasha gazed at Robert, pondering why he had bestowed the position of hero upon his son, who was not even close to him.

"Terra-born..."

She didn't finish speaking, but Guilliman already understood her meaning.

Not all.

“He was highly regarded by Ninglu.”

Talassa understood, and Wosotho was dispatched by Robert to participate in the "Second Randan War," where he was highly regarded by Nimrod.

As the Northern Hero, he can leverage his good relationship with the "Shadow of Order" and, with the help of Ganymede and Kos, develop the Northern Space Domain.

“The best choice,” Tarasha said, gripping her cane.

……

"The Disordered Country", the fourth layer of space.

Deep within the black fog, Nimrod sat high on his throne, listening to Glenn's report.

“My lord, my father has appointed me as one of the Four Heroes of Otra, to rule the northern cosmic domain with Tarentus as the center…”

Ninglu smiled and nodded. "[Guilliman, you're quite capable. After I dominated so many worlds, you still managed to build five hundred worlds.]"

Four outstanding figures...and the afterglow of half a century remains.
Nimrod knew that after the grand birthday celebration, Guilliman had learned from the rebellion that a large number of Astartes should not be commanded by one person.

He abolished the system of four outstanding figures.

It wasn't until ten thousand years later, when they awoke again and discovered that the Holy Order was unable to cope with the numerous threats facing the Empire, such as Chaos and Aliens, that they revived the Four Heroes system.

Although Glenn's appointment as one of the Four Heroes is of little significance.

But Tarentus is actually quite good.
Kos's agriculture could only satisfy its own needs and those of the surrounding universe.

Our world, named after Guilliman's adoptive father Gannur and encompassing the forging world Gantz influenced by him, relies on worlds like Ryan and Tarrasa for supplies.

The journey from Taruntus to worlds like Ganymede is shorter and the route is more stable.

After Glenn took control of Tarentus, Gann and Gantz became more capable of handling global crises.

[And...] A figure flashed through Ninglu's mind.

Guilliman's outstanding offspring.

As children, their hearts are fearless.

With subspace resistance maxed out, he crushed the subspace energy source twice with his bare hands.

[Khorne and Old Man Huang are the two chosen gods... um... that's not it...]
The sun god, Titus.

His hometown is Taruntus, an agricultural world.

Guilliman, thank you so much!

I'm so impressed with your Second Company Commander, the invincible Cato Sicarius! You still haven't had enough, so you specially sent me Tai Ritian.

Don't worry, I will treat him well.
After silently thanking Guilliman for his generosity, Nimrod flipped his hand and a bottle of golden potion appeared out of thin air.

"Drink it, and it will help you take control of Taruntus."

A moment later, the newly promoted Sequence 6 "Judge" knelt on one knee.

"My Lord, thank you for your blessings."

"I will manage Tarentus with all my heart and work together with Gan Yun and Koss."

After sending Glenn back to the real world, Nimrod returned to the Shadow of Thrones.

He then went to the Star Speaker's Sanctuary to attend the war council convened by Old Man Huang.

(End of this chapter)