Chapter 344: I am going to open a hand-beaten chicken meatball shop

"I serve as a High Lord? Really?"

Zhou Yun breaks into a cold sweat for a moment.

What kind of existence is a High Lord? The probability of a High Lord dying of sudden death on the job is about the same as the probability of a Cadian dying on the front line.

Especially the Administratum, the most exhausting, most corporate-slave, highest sudden-death-rate position in the entire Human Empire.

Tens of billions of Administratum officials are engaged in eternal work in a massive bureaucratic system that is complex enough to make one dizzy, continuously calculating population, tithes, and expenditures, and processing documents that almost never stop in the document hell outlined by parchment scrolls.

Many members of the Administratum have even combined with their work positions for eternity. Logic engines and parchment have almost become a part of them, until they die suddenly on the job, and their children inherit this work, just as they inherited this position from their parents.

And the Master of the Administratum is the top of this inefficient and exhausting bureaucratic pyramid. The work accumulated on him not only does not decrease, but accumulates more than the average Administratum official. The complex relationships between the various government departments accumulated over billions of years in the Administratum alone are enough to blow up his head.

This position is undoubtedly the unluckiest one in the entire Empire. They are almost equivalent to using a mortal brain to bear the task that should have been borne by the Human Hua Hua Hua Di Huang.

Zhou Yun could barely endure being a Hive City dweller, but if he were to be a Master of the Administratum,

Zhou Yun guarantees that he would cry louder than a Grot whose toe was crushed by a Great Gargant.

"Why not? I have to arrange positions for you and Sanguinius in the High Lords Council, right?"

"Relying on the Acceleration Gear, High-Efficiency Pills, and the Reasoning Hat, I think you can undertake the duties of the Master of the Administratum——————"

"————Of course, this can all be discussed further. There will always be a position more suitable for you and personnel more suitable for the position of Master of the Administratum."

Guilliman looks at Zhou Yun half-pulling out the Earth-Destroying Bomb from the four-dimensional pocket, and hurriedly waves his hand to indicate that they can continue to discuss.

"..." The Prime Minister of the Imperial Senate position is how? Not belonging to the High Lords, but is the host of the High Lords Council... Let's talk about it when we return to Terra."

Zhou Yun has already pulled out two-thirds of the Earth-Destroying Bomb from his four-dimensional pocket, and Guilliman can only sigh.

Binding Zhou Yun to the administrative system of Terra and even the entire Empire is part of the *Codex Imperialis* planned by Guilliman.

Politics is ultimately the wisdom of checks and balances, not the checks and balances of individuals, but the checks and balances between groups and groups.

Guilliman hopes to have the power to check and balance the State Church, checking and balancing from both the religious and realistic levels. The Saint Doraemon cult is a good choice.

Sanguinius comes to serve as the Ecclesiarch of the State Church, and Zhou Yun also has a seat among the High Lords.

In this way, if the State Church wants to confront the Saint Doraemon cult, it must be loyal to Sanguinius, completely follow Sanguinius's orders, and be controlled by Sanguinius.

And the Saint Doraemon cult is the same; it must rely on Zhou Yun's own power.

Guilliman will push the State Church and the Saint Doraemon cult to become the two most powerful forces in the Empire. Other forces will inevitably attach themselves to the two in order to pursue power.

In this way, other forces attach themselves to the State Church and the Saint Doraemon cult, the State Church and the Saint Doraemon cult attach themselves to Sanguinius and Zhou Yun, and Sanguinius, Zhou Yun, and Guilliman form a triumvirate.

In this way, the three of them driving the power of the entire Empire will also be more relaxed.

Later on, Guilliman intends to promote the secularization of the State Church and the Saint Doraemon cult. This is also the reason why Guilliman hopes Zhou Yun will serve as the Master of the Administratum, letting the Administratum and the Saint Doraemon cult merge into one.

After all this is completed, Guilliman himself can also smoothly exit the entire system, leaving Zhou Yun and Sanguinius to manage the entire galaxy, and then find a feudal world to farm.

The biggest problem now seems to be how to persuade Zhou Yun to serve as the Master of the Administratum...

"What are you talking about?"

Just at this moment, the door to Guilliman's office is pushed open again. Sanguinius hangs his wings, which are white with a hint of metallic blue, and walks into the command room.

A faint smile hangs on the corners of his mouth, as if he has encountered something interesting and wants to share it with the two.

Guilliman raises his head slightly, looking at Sanguinius and saying: "I am considering that after returning to Terra, you will serve as the Ecclesiarch of the State Church, and Zhou Yun will serve as the Master of the Administratum."

Sanguinius stands in place, and the smile on the corners of his mouth disappears instantly.

"That won't do." Sanguinius shakes his head and says: "I am still planning to fake my death after humanity is saved, and then return to Baal to grow grapes."

"Yeah, yeah, I am also planning to open a hand-beaten chicken meatball shop in Terra, called Saint-De-Ji." Zhou Yun also follows and nods repeatedly.

Listening to Zhou Yun's words, Sanguinius shows an expression of having already gotten used to it, and then turns his head to look at Guilliman.

"You can solve political matters yourself, can't you?"

Sanguinius says softly:

"You are a natural political creature. Swallowing power and spitting out policies—isn't this your instinct? Besides being a ruler, I can't think of anything else you can do."

Guilliman opens his mouth slightly, seemingly having something he wants to say.

But in the end, he sighs deeply and says nothing. Watching this scene, Zhou Yun cannot help but laugh twice.

As early as the Great Crusade, the vast majority of Primarchs had a common view of Guilliman: deep in the city, no one knew what he was longing for in his heart, or what kind of thoughts he was hiding.

But Zhou Yun knows what Guilliman's deepest thoughts are.

He wants to wait until everything settles down and find an agricultural planet to farm.

But Sanguinius saying that Guilliman is a political creature, feeding on politics and power, and is a natural politician only suitable for being a ruler, cannot be called prejudice or stereotype at all.

Even if Guilliman were allowed to farm, Guilliman would start to carefully analyze the nutrients in the soil, judge the climate changes and the perfect time for planting crops, find suitable fertilizers, and refine every detail of the land.

Then Guilliman might feel that the existing fertilizer is not satisfactory one day, so he would start building his own fertilizer factory, and then feel that the machinery for producing fertilizer is not satisfactory, and after building a machinery factory, he would feel that steel cannot satisfy his needs, and then start establishing a monopoly enterprise that monopolizes every link from steelmaking to fertilizer packaging.

Finally, he would still find that the local political system limits him from continuing to produce better fertilizer, so he would start reforming local politics, become the ruler of the entire planet, and then find that the chaotic and useless trade between star systems limits him, so he would start trying to establish a trans-star system regime...

This is the instinct in Roboute Guilliman's bones, making people suspect that when the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang created the Primarchs, he forgot to add political ability to the other twenty, and finally added all twenty-one parts to Guilliman.

"Let's talk about these things after we return to Terra."

Guilliman sighs and skips this topic, then looks at Sanguinius and asks:

"You had Tigurius call Zhou Yun and me to temporarily put down our work—what exactly did you discover?"

Listening to Guilliman's words, a faint smile passes across Sanguinius's mouth, carrying some mysterious aura.

"I discovered some interesting things, possibly about the Warp source of Ma Genusi before his birth, about his essence."

"Ma Genusi's Warp essence?" Zhou Yun raises his eyebrows slightly.

"Can you guess where he is?" Sanguinius looks at Zhou Yun and asks.

!

"In Tzeentch's hands?" Facing Sanguinius's question, Zhou Yun ponders for a moment and replies.

There were rumors in his previous life about the essences of the so-called Daemon Primarchs all being taken away by the Four Gods, but they were just unverified rumors.

Sanguinius just smiles and shakes his head: "In Ma Genusi's own hands."

"You are a resident of the third millennium of humanity; you should be able to understand the concept I am about to say very well."

"If there is such an existence, he perfectly copies your way of thinking, your emotions and memories, all the knowledge you still remember or have already forgotten. He is exactly the same as you on the consciousness level; then can he be called you yourself?"

"This question should be asked to Archmagos Belisarius Cawl; he would definitely firmly say that it is himself." Zhou Yun replies, pondering the meaning in Sanguinius's words.

Belisarius Cawl is the one who survived this ten-thousand-year-long age by changing his body and transferring his will several times, and he firmly believes that the current himself and the himself ten thousand years ago are the same individual, the one and only Belisarius Cawl, without any problems in self-cognition.

"Then suppose again, your own self is broken, and even lost the key and important part of your soul? Which one are you and the copied you closer to your essence?"

Sanguinius asks again:

"Especially in the Warp, in such a dimension without past and future, without front and back."

"In the Warp, there is no distinction between who was born first between you and the copied you."

Zhou Yun stares at Sanguinius. He thinks of the source of Sanguinius's essence coming from the death of Sanguinius, and the echo produced by his own death in the Warp promoted his birth.

"The *Book of Ma Genusi*?" Zhou Yun raises his voice slightly in surprise.

He remembers that *Book of Ma Genusi*. The secret code written by Ma Genusi himself indeed clearly records all of Ma Genusi's knowledge, memories, emotions, and cognitive methods. It is a work that Ma Genusi poured his heart and soul into.

And because the power of the knowledge recorded in that *Book of Ma Genusi* is so powerful, even the knowledge itself has been activated, forming consciousness and activity, and even forming an inner small world...

Ma Genusi wrote the *Book of Ma Genusi*, recording himself and everything he knew, and there is no concept of time in the Warp. When the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang shaped Ma Genusi, did he conversely use the *Book of Ma Genusi* to create him himself?

"Wait."

Before Zhou Yun could sort out his thoughts, Guilliman suddenly speaks:

"What is called, Warp nature before birth?"

"What is called Warp essence?"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 345 =====