Chapter 320: You know, human is a broad definition, so Necrons

Zhou Yun repeated the set of things Cegorach had said to him before to Guilliman.

The entire room was quiet; the chapter servants nearby hid in the corners of the room in panic, covering their ears and not daring to continue listening.

The Visarch and Yvraine looked at each other, their faces full of confusion and bewilderment.

We are humans? So it turns out we are humans? The monkey is actually myself?

Mephiston and Tigurius were completely confused; they wanted to use their knowledge to refute Zhou Yun's arguments, but opened their mouths and couldn't say a word.

Guilliman's gaze looked from the human skull to the Aeldari skull, seemingly carefully distinguishing.

The only difference was that the human skull was composed of calcium, while the Aeldari skull was some kind of translucent material like solidified liquid.

He took a deep breath and pointed to the Aeldari skull and looked at Zhou Yun:

"If you follow this logic, then the Necrons casting their metal heads into the shape of human skulls, does that also count as human!"

"... That's not impossible." Zhou Yun considered it for a few seconds and nodded to Guilliman.

Since he had accepted Aeldari as a human subspecies, Necrons didn't seem impossible.

Although many Necrons were crazy because of the ravages of long time, there were also many Necrons who were not bad.

The number of times the Empire and Necrons had cooperated was no less than the number of times the Empire and Aeldari had cooperated.

"Your definition of human is too broad." Guilliman felt a headache.

"This is not my definition." Zhou Yun waved his hand: "The Hua Hua Hua Di Huang said it, calculated by the skull."

"If you don't calculate by the skull, then I propose to recognize Fenrisian wolves as citizens of the Empire; I guarantee their ancestors were all humans."

Guilliman's expression suddenly became a bit horrified.

Fenrisian wolves are descendants of humans? Zhou Yun seemed to have said something very terrifying very casually.

He rubbed his eyebrows; Guilliman had felt that judging humans by the skull was too one-size-fits-all during the Great Crusade.

It was just that this was the most suitable way for the Empire at that time, so Guilliman didn't oppose it.

He didn't expect that after ten thousand years, it would become a boomerang hitting his own head.

Guilliman didn't actually feel there was anything to oppose about letting Aeldari become a human subspecies.

Humans were all over the galaxy, and their bloodlines were varied; there was even racial segregation among many demi-humans, so adding Aeldari was nothing.

But this was not a racial issue, but a political issue.

Guilliman could already imagine how some people would launch attacks on this issue.

In Ultramar, on Macragge, Guilliman could still say one thing and do another.

But in the entire Empire, on Terra, many people actually didn't welcome the return of the Primarch, and even less welcomed the Primarch's intervention in politics.

This issue was also a remnant of the Great Crusade; long before the Horus Heresy, the Empire had consciously excluded Astartes and Primarchs from the ruling system, and after the Horus Heresy, the Empire's suspicion of Primarchs and Astartes became even deeper; Guilliman even personally dismantled the Astartes and separated them from the ruling system.

These things had accumulated into a stubborn stone after ten thousand years, even for a Primarch, it was difficult to solve.

Plus what Zhou Yun said about Aeldari becoming human demi-humans, Guilliman thought the political pressure of this matter was too great.

Zhou Yun silently reached into his fourth-dimensional pocket and took out a notebook written on papyrus and handed it to Guilliman's desk.

"This is the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's notebook, which clearly records the kinship between humans and Aeldari."

"The Hua Hua Hua Di Huang believed that humans and Aeldari were both species native to Terra, and they gained wisdom and civilization after being elevated by the Old Ones."

"This can also explain the completely unknown origin of the Aeldari."

Guilliman looked at this notebook and couldn't help but be stunned; he compared the handwriting on it with the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's handwriting in his memory and found that this really seemed to be written by the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang himself.

It was just that he always felt it was a bit strange...

Guilliman waved his hand, signaling Tigurius to come over.

Tigurius's body exuded a thick Warp aura, cold and dull, and some kind of energy from the Empyrean seemed to be squirming under his skin; the whole person looked like he was wrapped in the shadows of the Warp.

Everyone in the room, even the chapter servants who had never shown psychic talent, seemed to vaguely hear some fine whispers coming from under the veil of reality.

Guilliman rubbed his ears lightly.

"You look very tired; I know the work is heavy, but I only trust you with the work you are responsible for."

Guilliman patted Tigurius on the shoulder:

"Now is a critical time; I am as busy as you, and I even had auditory hallucinations just now—come, help me identify this notebook."

Tigurius held the papyrus in his hand, looked at Mephiston blankly, seemingly asking why the trick he taught didn't work.

Mephiston also shrugged helplessly.

Tigurius considered whether the psychic phenomenon he was exuding wasn't strong enough?

But if it were any stronger, it would be almost the same as an out-of-control performance, and he might be beheaded by the Primarch's defensive instinct.

Tigurius calmed down and observed the papyrus in his hand.

He frowned.

"This... this indeed looks like the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's handwriting from the past, but there is no residue of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's psychic power on it; it's very strange."

Tigurius's expression was like seeing an exquisite porcelain from the Dragon Kingdoms of ancient Terra; no matter how he identified it, it showed that this porcelain was undoubtedly genuine, but "For heating corpse starch only" was engraved on the back.

The texture of the papyrus, the ink used, and the traces of the brushwork were all reminding Tigurius that this was a genuine Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's notebook.

But the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's psychic power was so huge that traces of his psychic power often remained on items he had used; yet there was no trace of psychic power on this papyrus notebook.

Tigurius and Guilliman looked at Zhou Yun simultaneously.

Zhou Yun took the notebook from Tigurius's hand without hesitation, and then pulled out the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Sword placed beside Guilliman's hand, and then held his breath.

He held the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Sword, brought the unlit blade close to the papyrus notebook, and then held his breath and concentrated.

Only a golden shimmer burst out, and the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's psychic power was dyed onto this papyrus notebook.

"Alright." Zhou Yun returned the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Sword to Guilliman and handed the papyrus notebook to him.

Guilliman's expression when looking at the notebook in his hand was a bit twitchy. "This was temporarily forged by Cegorach; his forgery skills are absolutely at the level of being able to be awarded the god position of the God of National Treasure Gang, it's just that he couldn't forge the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's psychic traces."

Zhou Yun said with a smile:

"But it's fine, it's been supplemented now."

Guilliman looked at the brand-new Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's notebook in his hand and couldn't help but sigh.

Although it was fake, he thought it could probably deceive most people and block many people's mouths.

Thinking of this, Guilliman handed the notebook to Tigurius, signaling him to put it in the Ptolemy Library for safekeeping.

"My lord, there are already too many fakes in the Ptolemy Library." Tigurius couldn't help but say to Guilliman.

Recently he had produced many fake historical documents to fill in the history of the Second Empire period.

Tigurius really didn't want to stay in the library; he longed to go to the front line of the battlefield and use his psychic power to blow those damn enemies of humanity into the sky one by one!

That was where he, the Chief Librarian, should be!

Hearing Tigurius's words, Guilliman's expression froze.

Tigurius, who noticed the change in the Primarch's expression, immediately realized he had said the wrong thing and closed his mouth.

Zhou Yun looked at Tigurius's tired face and couldn't help but reach out and pat him on the shoulder: "In two days I'll find you two clowns; you can share your experience in making fakes and forgeries, and strive to surpass the Black Library in the production of pseudo-history."

Tigurius opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't say it.

Guilliman looked at this scene and let out a turbid breath, saying softly: "The matter of Aeldari being human demi-humans is too shocking."

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"I cannot announce it on Ultramar... Let's push this matter when we return to Terra."

Zhou Yun nodded in deep agreement.

Announcing this on Ultramar, one could imagine what the High Lords would do.

It wasn't that the High Lords wouldn't oppose it when they returned to Terra.

It was just that on Ultramar, one could only think of ways to eliminate opposition, while on Terra, one could directly eliminate the opposition.

"Yawn—"

Just at this moment, a yawn suddenly sounded.

In an instant, everyone in the command room looked at Xiang Xiang Leina simultaneously.

Xiang Xiang Leina, who couldn't hold it back, felt a little embarrassed.

But everyone in the command room understood Xiang Xiang Leina.

The night was already very deep, and Xiang Xiang Leina's mortal component was higher than Zhou Yun's, and she had consumed quite a bit of physical strength tonight; sleepiness was normal.

"You go back to rest first?" Zhou Yun asked.

Xiang Xiang Leina wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes caused by the yawn, rubbed her eyelids a few times, and said: "I plan to go to the Saint Doraemon sect to take another look."

"They are holding their first gathering; I'm worried about conflicts and splits..."

"Don't worry, there have always been Astartes wearing Blind Spot Stars monitoring there."

Zhou Yun shook his head and said:

"And after Cawl came back from the Black Library, he rushed there."

Greirina had never been so excited; she even felt her soul had been washed.

The persons in charge of the twenty-two temples held a gathering; just as Greirina worried, some disputes about Saint Doraemon's divinity appeared among the temples.

Some claimed that Doraemon was so humble that only a true god would deny his divinity.

Some believed that this was an expedient measure proposed by Doraemon to protect his believers and avoid the suppression of the State Church.

Some believed that Doraemon was indeed not a god; he was a noble saint, an existence infinitely close to a god.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, Archmagos Belisarius Cawl arrived at the scene and conveyed the correct faith to them.

"The Hua Hua Hua Di Huang of Humanity also once denied His divinity; there must be a reason for this, it's just that Their great wisdom is not known to us."

"Their divinity is objective; it does not change because of the humble views of us mortals, and it does not disappear because of our worship or lack of worship."

"Not praising Doraemon's divinity is following Doraemon's guidance."

"Praising Doraemon's divinity is just out of one's own desires and cravings, which is contrary to Doraemon's guidance."

"Whatever the Lord says is what it is; Doraemon must have His reasons for doing so."

Those words full of wisdom made Greirina's heart surge, and the confusion in her heart also dissipated; she felt a kind of spiritual comfort.

Praise Saint Doraemon... Greirina couldn't help but praise in her heart.

Just at this moment, she heard the sound of sobbing.

This sound echoed among the marble buildings under the moonlight, appearing a bit terrifying.

Greirina hesitated a bit; she saw the person who made this sobbing sound.

It was a man leaning against a marble pillar, wearing the uniform of the Ultramar Auxiliary Army.

Greirina hesitated for a moment, and shouted to the Ultramar Auxiliary soldier who was sobbing from a distance of a few meters: "Are you okay? Do you need help?"

The man leaning against the marble pillar slowly raised his head and looked at Greirina.

His tear glands were swollen, and tears gushed out like a spring; along with them gushed out groups of tiny mites.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 321 =====