Chapter 343: Guilliman, I am Rogal Dorn, I am cursing you on Terra!

Click——————

The sound of the Anywhere Door opening echoes in Roboute Guilliman's office.

Guilliman quickly stuffs the draft of the *Codex Imperialis* into the interlayer of his desk, looking at the Anywhere Door without changing his expression.

Zhou Yun walks out of the vacuum of the Anywhere Door with some fatigue on his face.

"How many more batches?" Zhou Yun asks, rubbing his temples.

The fatigue brought by busyness is imposed on Zhou Yun. There are too many fleets that need to go to Terra, and there is only one four-dimensional pocket in Zhou Yun's hand.

In order to stuff all the fleets into the four-dimensional pocket as soon as possible, Zhou Yun has even started to use the Acceleration Gear and High-Efficiency Pills at the same time.

He still didn't escape Roboute Guilliman's overtime curse in the end.

Zhou Yun has started to suspect that making himself and everyone around him work overtime is some kind of Warp manifestation of Guilliman.

"You probably need to run two more times." Guilliman quickly returns to Zhou Yun's question: "How is the situation in the Webway?"

Hearing this, Zhou Yun feels even more of a headache.

It hasn't been peaceful in the Webway recently either.

Even the Eldar Webway is not an absolutely safe place.

As early as the War in Heaven millions of years ago, the C'tan Nyadra'zatha, the Burning One, used its eternally burning material fire to burn through the Webway, allowing the Necron army to invade the Webway.

And in the long years since then, the Eldar hardly possessed the ability to maintain the Webway. Many Webways appeared damaged and collapsed, and even quite a few existences in the Warp invaded the Webway, and all the Eldar could do was close and avoid those fallen Webways.

If it were just this, it would be fine. After all, the Webway is complex, and even if daemons invaded the Webway, it would be difficult to launch an effective invasion without a guide.

It just so happens that Ahriman, the chosen of Tzeentch, has a *Labyrinthine Codex* of the Eldar in his hand.

That thing is different from the navigation *Infernal Map* in Zhou Yun's hand. The *Labyrinthine Codex* is a collection of maps drawn by Eldar wanderers exploring the Webway over the years.

Relying on this *Labyrinthine Codex*, Ahriman is more at ease in the Webway than in his own home. He was already wandering in the Webway near Macragge before the Battle of Ultramar ended, occasionally flying out on a flying disc to grab a few Eldar.

The most uncomfortable thing is that Ahriman, as a combat force in the first tier beneath the Primarchs, can almost be called free to come and go.

It's simply as annoying as Gargamel catching Smurfs.

If it were just this, it would be fine. Ahriman alone couldn't cause much trouble.

But now it seems that Ahriman has likely cooperated with Magnus, and Tzeentch daemons have started to rage in the Webway near Macragge.

Zhou Yun calms down slightly, and the things before his eyes shift. In the blink of an eye, he is on the Gian Giant daemon in the Webway.

Eldar Death Jester forces, the Doraemon warband composed of Blood Angels and Ultramarines, and five hundred Black Templar warriors are fighting side by side, killing fiercely in the Webway.

Tzeentch's daemons surge out from the other end of the Webway like a tide. They are like the embodiment of the ever-changing tide of the Warp, roaring and throwing colorful flames and lightning at the Imperial army.

These strange spells produce effects completely beyond expectation—either turning people into screaming glass sculptures, turning them into a group of butterflies with wailing human faces, or turning them into old people, babies, or even a pile of terrifyingly twisting flesh.

Flamers spray dim yellow flames, colliding with the whispers of the Death Jester forces. The flickering flames illuminate the entire Webway.

Endless Horrors clash with the sons of Roboute Guilliman. Every Pink Horror killed turns into two Blue Horrors.

Screamers flying like bat-fish fly over the firmament and clash in mid-air with the Blood Angels wearing bamboo-copters. The ether splashing out after the daemons die falls like rain.

Tzaangors who believe in Tzeentch clash with the sons of Dorn and the successors of Sigismund, the Black Templars. Profane and holy prayers resound on the battlefield at the same time.

And behind the Tzeentch daemon army, a giant Tzeentch Greater Daemon stands in place, waving the staff in its hand, continuously sprinkling scorching fire rain in the Webway.

Sharp mockery continuously rings out from the mouths of the Lords of Change.

The Gian Giant daemon takes a deep breath and raises the straight club burning with flames in its hand, placing it in front of its mouth like a microphone.

The Eldar Death Jester forces and Astartes see this scene and hurriedly start to retreat backward using the bamboo-copters on their heads.

The Tzeentch daemon army hasn't reacted yet when they see the Gian Giant daemon open its mouth slightly.

"Yours is mine! Mine is still mine!"

The angry shout rings out from its mouth. Those Eldar Death Jester forces and Astartes who retreated to the rear almost instantly feel the loss of their own power, noticing their power flowing into the body of the Gian Giant daemon.

The Tzeentch Lord of Change shows a look of terror, noticing something about destiny...

"I am Gian! I am the King of Children!!!"

"Invincible!!! Man!!!!"

Zhou Yun withdraws his gaze from the Webway and looks at Roboute Guilliman before him.

"The Webway will be cleaned up soon. What about Terra?" He asks.

Macragge has been trying to contact Terra, but the only superluminal communication method humanity currently masters is astropathic communication via the Warp, and the content of its communication is very easily interfered with by the waves in the Warp.

So the communication between Macragge and Terra has never been smooth.

Hearing Zhou Yun's words, Roboute Guilliman puts on an indescribable, strange expression.

He silently picks up a data board from the table, hands it to Zhou Yun, and reaches out to click on a recording.

Noise rings out from the data board, mingled with the disorderly moans of astropaths, and then the sound gradually becomes clear.

"Guilliman, you fucking traitor! Remember what I said! I am cursing you on Terra!"

"Guilliman, you fucking traitor, aren't you bringing your dog Second Empire to Terra? I am driving the *Phalanx* to kill you right now!"

"I, Rogal Dorn, am waiting for you on Terra, using the *Phalanx* to blow you traitors up to the sky one by one."

"..." Zhou Yun listens silently to the sound from the data board. "This is indeed Dorn's voice. The first reply we received from Terra claimed that Rogal Dorn has returned to Terra, he knows about the Second Empire, and is about to watch the *Phalanx* come to Macragge to quell the rebellion."

Guilliman says helplessly:

"It's not over yet, listen..."

"Guilliman, don't be afraid, I am Lion El'Jonson. Although I let Dorn have the last laugh and run away, now I rule Terra."

"As long as you let me be Warmaster, I will let you be Regent right away."

"Guilliman, I am Leman Russ, don't believe the previous communication, that is all a trick of the Lord of Change. I just returned to Terra, our father has become the Dark King, this is not home! This is not home!"

"Hello, Guilliman, I am the future you, you have been deceived! It is not Sanguinius who has been resurrected, it is Horus! Kill him quickly!"

"I am Jaghatai, Ahriman seems to have set up some kind of ritual near the Webway, I suggest you don't take the Webway."

"I am Angron, actually I am a spy sent by my father to Khorne's side, I have already drugged Khorne with the anesthetic of Nuceria."

"I am Lorgar, actually I didn't betray either, you can call me the Golden Word Bearer now!"

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Guilliman turns off the communication, and then covers his face with his hands.

"The Lord of Change still has too much life in him..." Zhou Yun cannot help but laugh lightly. Clearly, these astropathic messages are interference created by Tzeentch.

Guilliman also nods quite helplessly.

"The information truly from Terra is likely very little. I am not even sure if Terra really knows that Sanguinius and I have returned."

"But fortunately, there is information about the current twelve High Lords of the Empire in Macragge, so I can guess and analyze what those current rulers of the Empire think of us."

"The current Chief of the High Lords Council and Master of the Administratum is a person who insists that Imperial law is inviolable and unchangeable, believing that everything in the Empire today is the best arrangement made by the Emperor. He will be a trouble."

"About half of the people in the High Lords Council support and oppose him."

"The Fabricator-General of Mars in the High Lords Council is the most unique one. The status of Mars dictates that he is relatively indifferent to us, but he might care about Belisarius Cawl."

Guilliman shows a bitter smile. Belisarius Cawl fulfilled the mission Guilliman gave him well, but he also offended quite a few people over ten thousand years.

"The Ecclesiarch of the State Church supports the view of the Master of the Administratum. He believes that all Imperial laws are the embodiment of the Emperor's will. I think he will welcome Sanguinius, but you and me..."

Zhou Yun looks at Guilliman. He feels that Guilliman has probably sorted out the intelligence about the High Lords Council of Terra today from the fragmented information, and has probably already considered which ones to replace and which ones can be kept...

"If that Ecclesiarch is not willing to accept a little fresh stuff, then we had better replace him."

"I am considering that Sanguinius can directly serve as the Ecclesiarch, which can allow us to better control the State Church."

"The position of Fabricator-General obviously cannot be given to Cawl. I have no reason to interfere with Mars, and Cawl is not suitable for that position."

Guilliman notices Zhou Yun's gaze, seemingly understanding what Zhou Yun is thinking, so he says his arrangements for the High Lords Council.

His tone is so relaxed, deciding the fate of the twelve most powerful High Lords of the entire Empire in a few words, as if the power of the High Lords is paper-thin in front of him.

Zhou Yun understands that Guilliman's combat power is not outstanding among their twenty-one brothers, and there are quite a few who can rival or even surpass him in military command ability. Although his operational ability is ahead, it has not reached the level of one person rivaling the other twenty Primarchs.

But in terms of politics, Guilliman is roughly at the status of Horus in the Chaos-corrupted version of Primarch duels, belonging to the level where the other twenty combined cannot beat him.

This is also why Guilliman could push through the *Codex Astartes* after the Great Heresy. The political ability of other Primarchs is no different from children in front of Guilliman.

"By the way." Guilliman suddenly raises his head to look at Zhou Yun: "The most important position among the High Lords is still the Master of the Administratum. The current Master of the Administratum is unreliable."

"I plan to replace him————are you interested in serving as the Master of the Administratum and Chief of the High Lords Council?"

"Ah?"

"I serve as a High Lord? Really?"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 344 =====