As the saying goes, when a rational person is trapped in an information cage, they always come to some rather amusing conclusions.
They always come to some rather amusing conclusions.
For example, this is exactly how Guilliman is right now.
Despite her small body, her mind is exceptionally sharp.
"I feel like the current Imperium has betrayed the Emperor!"
"During the Great Crusade, the Emperor wasn't like this. When I was by my father's side, he would never have allowed people to build temples for him!"
Guilliman intended to follow the Emperor's past example and demolish the temples in the Ecclesiarchy regions.
However, such an action would practically incite public outrage; even the Ultramarines didn't dare listen to the Primarch's nonsense.
What does he mean by the current Imperium betraying the Emperor?
Although it has gone through the Age of Apostasy and various dark eras, the Imperium's current path is indeed contrary to the path the Emperor once took.
But the current situation was a last resort; it's not that everyone wanted things to turn out this way.
Sicarius knelt before the Primarch and said respectfully, "Lord Primarch, perhaps you do not understand the current situation!"
"In your era, the Emperor was still among the living!"
"But now the Emperor has been on the Golden Throne for ten thousand years. Many things are no longer the same as they were!"
"Exactly, they're not the same!"
When Guilliman said this in front of everyone, the Ultramarines thought the Primarch had finally come to her senses.
But what Guilliman did next completely exceeded the understanding of all her sons.
Because the things Guilliman wanted to change were a bit too significant.
"Then why have you been using my codex astartes for ten thousand years?"
"Heavens, do you know? The entire codex has barely had a few words changed. You've actually used this thing for ten thousand years!"
The adorable Guilliman held the codex astartes in both hands. Her expression showed no emotional fluctuation, as if she were merely stating an absurd fact.
And indeed, it was a fact, because it was simply too ridiculous.
The Imperial Truth was changed into the Lectitio Divinitatus, altered beyond recognition, yet the codex astartes she had written offhandedly had persisted to this day.
Logically speaking, her sons should have had the strength and brains to reform the Codex.
Yet what did they all do? While she was out of commission, they treated her every word as gospel.
Sicarius, still kneeling, explained, "Lord Primarch, the situation is a bit complicated!"
"According to historical records, when you established the Codex back then, you even split up the 500 Worlds and assigned them to different Chapters."
"The vast majority of Ultramarine Chapters have branched off. If we modify it, the changes could be massive!"
Guilliman suddenly remembered that before she went into stasis, she had indeed split her 500 Worlds.
Recalling that move now, Guilliman felt particularly regretful.
Goddammit, how on earth are the other Imperial worlds being run?
They've become more feudal and more incompetent as time goes by!
The governance level of those Governors is truly inferior to that of the Ultramarines.
They couldn't even implement her Basic Law of Ultramar. What a load of crap.
"Sigh!" Faced with the reality presented by Sicarius, Guilliman could only let out a mournful sigh.
"You're right. It's my fault, my fault. I was too extreme back then!"
"You've worked hard over these ten thousand years. To think you could maintain such a large scale under these conditions!"
"Looking at it now, you've performed a great service!"
"The current situation is indeed my fault!"
Guilliman bowed slightly to her children, apologizing for her previous offensive behavior.
However, to the sons of the Ultramarines, this was seen as a display of mercy and love.
Even though Guilliman didn't show much expression, combined with her cute face, it nearly killed a large number of Space Marines with cuteness.
"Ah, I'm dying!" Sicarius controlled his expression, trying his best to remain rational.
But seeing the Primarch like this, he really wanted to shout, "Mother!"
Similar images had once flashed through his mind, but at that time, he could never have imagined it would become reality.
Now, Guilliman had turned into a cute woman.
For every Ultramarine, there was an indescribable sentiment involved.
"How is the battle going?"
"Are the wounded warriors settled?"
"You should be injured too. Hurry to the infirmary; it would be bad if you were poisoned!"
"There is no need, Primarch!" Sicarius answered solemnly.
"Scars are medals of honor to us!"
"Until we find a way to change you back, we will keep these scars until you are restored~"
Sicarius suppressed his emotions.
His knee remained on the ground, not moving an inch.
The surrounding Honor Guard did the same.
Because they felt that failing to protect the Primarch was their sin.
"Sigh!" Guilliman jumped down from the large, wide chair.
She then walked to Sicarius's side, raised her hand, and patted his head.
"Alright, Sicarius, don't put too much pressure on yourself!"
"Although I am also nervous about that unknown poison!"
"But the future must always be faced, right? Hmm?"
Loli Guilliman tilted her head, and this moe-ified lethality nearly wiped out the entire Honor Guard.
At this moment, everyone broke into uncontrollable sobbing.
Their trembling cries even carried through their helmets.
"It is our sin, Lord Primarch!"
"If we had returned in time, we would never have let the Lord Primarch suffer this grievance!"
"Ah, haha?"
Looking at this group of sons whose 'mommy-boy' symptoms were getting more and more serious,
Guilliman began to worry about her sons' psychological state.
Wait, something's not right. Why are they becoming more and more like her?
Back when her mother was still around, she seemed to be just like this too!
Acting spoiled with her mother, pouring out her current troubles to her mother.
Alright, perhaps Guilliman had to consider a very realistic question: with this current body and state, did she have to be a mother to these sons?
Although she didn't have much experience, she could treat these warriors the way her mother had treated her.
Guilliman suddenly blew a breath onto the warrior's wound.
Then, just like her mother used to, she said to the wound: "Pain, pain, fly away~"
"AAAAAAAAAH!"
Unexpectedly, this action made the emotions of these warriors even more uncontrollable.
Their sense of guilt toward the Primarch reached a state of near-frenzy.
What on earth had they done? Why did they let such a gentle Primarch-mother endure this pain!
"Stop crying!"
"Get some good rest!"
"By the way, Sicarius, didn't you mention earlier that you brought a warrior of great merit?"
"You said he killed an entire company of Death Guard by himself?"
"To be honest, that surprises me. Even I might not have been able to achieve that level in the past!"
Seeing the Primarch turn to official business, Sicarius, who was just sobbing, pulled back his emotions.
"That is indeed the case, Lord Primarch!"
"It's just that this fellow, might be a bit special."
"Bring him up!"
Sicarius waved his hand, then ordered his subordinates to carry the meritorious warrior up.
That buck-toothed, green-skinned Orks was carried up just like that.
He was still wearing Astartes Power Armor, which bore obvious marks of the Ultramarines Chapter.
"Uh, this?"
When she saw this Ork, the light faded from Guilliman's eyes.
She had thought she had a very capable child, but she hadn't expected this child not to be her own, but an adopted one!
WAAAAAGHUGH! For Ultramar, for the 500 Worlds. What are you lot doing? Let me go! I want to see the Primarch, I want to see the Primarch!"
"I'm a loyal and strong warrior. The very big and very WAAAAAGH Emperor told me to be loyal to the Primarch!"
"What are you doing? You damn traitors!"
Guilliman felt like she wasn't fully awake. She rubbed her eyes, looking in disbelief at this Ork who was shouting and hollering before her.
"How can an Ork curse itself for being disloyal? What kind of Imperium is this? Is it really that open-minded?"
Guilliman did not know why, but he was starting to doubt what his children were telling him. Wasn't the current Imperium quite open-minded? They were even recruiting Orks!
"Did you recruit these soldiers?" Guilliman turned to ask Sicarius.
Sicarius shook his head violently and immediately said, "No, this Ork seems to be part of the wave of soldiers that appeared with you!"
"At the time, we thought it was a secret unit you had dispatched. Now it seems this misunderstanding might be a bit large!"
"A bit large? That's an understatement!" Guilliman couldn't help but retort.
Although his Ultramarines Legion had indeed accepted many members from traitor legions, the problem was that they were at least human, not Orks!
Now, it was very awkward. How should he deal with this Ork?
Verbally, it was indeed very loyal—but letting an Ork join the Ultramarines? That didn't make sense, right?
"Primarch, it's the Primarch, oh, thank goodness, it's the Primarch!"
"Lord Guilliman, I, I am very loyal to Ultramar!"
"Recently, Boss, your dad has been looking for you urgently!"
"It has been calling you constantly!"
"The big golden guy is looking for you urgently, our super duper big boss is calling you!"
"Answer the phone?" Guilliman suddenly remembered the Anywhere Telephone Booth that Doraemon had taken out.
Could that really have been a nanny robot sent by his father?
Recalling that he had previously told Sicarius to hang up the phone, Guilliman couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.
"Lord Guilliman, could this be a trap set by the xenos?"
"We have fought against Orks before; this race is extremely brutal and cunning!"
"Perhaps this is just their trick to harm you. You are currently physically fragile and so small; you might not be able to withstand the schemes and plots of these xenos!"
Sicarius was incredibly nervous; he could not let the shrunken Primarch suffer any more mishaps!
If the little Guilliman were to die right before his eyes, he and the entire Honour Guard would truly become a laughingstock.
"Hmm, how about we take a look first?" Guilliman asked tentatively.
He wasn't sure either, not knowing whether he should answer that incessantly ringing phone.
Come to think of it, the phone's ringing had been echoing in his ears non-stop.
Even though he had already put the Anywhere Telephone Booth into the secret room, he could still hear the ringing.
Under the Primarch's orders, Sicarius had no choice but to bring the phone out again.
After such a long time, the full message could finally reach Guilliman's ears.
"Hello?" Just as Guilliman tentatively asked, a furious voice roared from the other end of the line.
"Guilliman, you finally answered the phone!"
"You stinking idiot, Dad even called me!"
"Dad even declared that if you have truly been corrupted by Chaos, he will have me bring Cyclonic Torpedoes to blow up your Ultramar!"
"You moron, why didn't you answer Dad's call just now?"
The sudden shouting almost shattered Guilliman's eardrums.
"Um, who are you?" This statement from Guilliman left Lion stunned.
Lion dared not reveal his identity, fearing that Guilliman would find out he had turned into a woman.
Guilliman, on the other hand, felt that this fiery temper and way of reprimanding people sounded a bit like his good older brother.
"Not going to say? If you don't say, I'm hanging up!"
"As expected, xenos are just xenos; the words of xenos are simply not trustworthy!"
Guilliman stood on his tiptoes and hung up the phone.
At this moment, little did Guilliman know that he had hung up on Lion!
"Guilliman! RAAAAAAAAAAGH!" Little Lion, having been hung up on, could only hiss.
He flew into a rage in front of his other cubs.
"Your wings have hardened, you dare to hang up on your big sister!"
"Fine, fine, fine!"
"Azrael, load me up with a full payload of Cyclonic Torpedoes. Let's go, to Ultramar. I'm going to destroy him!"
"Yes, my Primarch!"
A hyper-masculine sister, a speechless father, a missing mother, and cubs who love to stir up trouble.
Caleb could only say that the current Ultramar was truly invincible; it was full of extraordinary people!
It was clearly a winning game, but the way they were playing, there were almost no humans left!
The good news was that the Chaos factions had restrained themselves a lot under the strikes of the Ultramarines.
Or perhaps this group of Chaos factions was never the key point of the Ultramar crisis in the first place.
Because the phone lines were now dead; the arrival of the Great Devourer made communication increasingly difficult.
Guilliman had hung up the phone in the booth, which indicated that Guilliman had lost the ability to know information from the outside world.
Now Caleb finally knew what Guilliman's biggest weakness was.
Guilliman's signal was truly terrible; they couldn't even let Guilliman use the map hack.
In comparison, Lion's psychic signal was very good, or rather, Lion's psychic talent was several tiers above Guilliman's.
"Oh, forget it!"
"Sicarius, since this guy is indeed fighting for Macragge!"
"We might as well give it the nominal designation of a Chapter and see what kind of trouble this Ork will stir up!"
"Although I know Orks are dangerous!"
"But precisely because I know these guys are dangerous, I want to see if this kind of xenos can create miracles for us!"
"Well, alright!"
Originally, Sicarius and the surrounding Ultramarines wanted to object.
But seeing that the Primarch had said so, they thought it over and let it slide.
Anyway, it was highly likely they would just use the Ork as cannon fodder. If this bellicose guy really listened to the Primarch, then at worst, they could just throw it to the front lines.
Caleb could directly place the phantom of the gameboard into Lion's mind.
And Lion could rely on that gameboard cheat to directly deploy troops.
However, Guilliman could only rely on his scouts to slowly investigate the enemy's situation.
This meant that Guilliman was playing a strategy game, while Lion was essentially playing a real-time strategy game.
It could only be said that no matter how strong Guilliman was, with such high latency, it was difficult for him to make optimal plays.
Furthermore, his efficiency in grasping information was far, perhaps even inferior to Lion.
This greatly lowered Guilliman's potential and caused the subsequent situation to deteriorate.
"Let this Ork go out first!"
"Since others don't know this guy is an Ork, give it a helmet and let it continue to disguise itself!"
"Wait until the enemies on Ultramar are cleared, then I will interrogate this guy to see what exactly is going on!"
"It seems I must find a way to go to Terra to see my father; otherwise, I have no idea what the current situation is."
Stroking his chin in thought, Guilliman was contemplating his next plan.
Then, someone in the Warp began to panic.
Because Guilliman's actions were simply too ambitious.
[Emperor: If you dare to come, I will beat you to death the moment you arrive!]
As the saying goes, there is no harm without comparison.
The Emperor suddenly felt that his own cat-daughter seemed quite alright.
Playing is playing, messing around is messing around.
At the very least, she is obedient and sensible, just a little tsundere.
The crisis in Ultramar this time was actually quite significant; even the Emperor could feel the shadow tentacles of the Great Devourer infiltrating all of Ultramar.
One must know that places where insects invaded already had poor signals.
It was precisely because the Emperor knew this that he was anxious for Guilliman—of course, Caleb was an exception.
Caleb's communication ability was not affected by the Warp.
As long as the pieces were on the gameboard, theoretically, they could communicate.
Unless this guy's soul sensitivity was too low.
Or too cautious, not believing the words in their mind.
However, the urgent matter now was actually to have Little Lion hurry to reinforce Ultramar.
As for the grudges afterwards, they could be discussed later.
[Caleb: Lion—I order you to reinforce Ultramar!]
[Remember, communicate with Guilliman in a friendly manner.]
[You are both my good daughters, do not harm the harmony.]
[Lion: Ahahaha, of course, of course, I will definitely have a proper "friendly" exchange!]
[Rest assured, Dad, I will definitely not beat my good sister to death. If Dad is worried, I'll go beat her up tonight!]
[I will definitely communicate properly, I will absolutely not beat Guilliman to death!]
[I will definitely communicate properly, I will absolutely not beat Guilliman to death!]
[I will definitely communicate properly, I will absolutely not beat Guilliman to death!]
"Welp... Guiliman seems to be in safe hands..." Caleb muttered.