Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation Chapter 29: Last Wish 4/5
Guilliman's anger seemed substantial, making the air in the hall scorching hot.
The representatives trembled, wondering why the Primarch was so angry.
"My lord, my Kalima family has served the Empire for three thousand years. We have never betrayed the Empire. You cannot deprive us of our rights like this. Is such a cruel decision a reward for the loyalists from the Empire?"
The planetary governor of Planet Sara said tremblingly.
"Loyalty?" Guilliman raised his tone and looked at the guy in front of him, "Tens of billions of people have died on this planet, and hundreds of millions of people have rebelled and become cultists. I didn't kill you; that's because you never rebelled. Rewards.
"We were appointed by your father, who gave us hereditary rights. You cannot dismiss us for such a thing." Another woman stood up, trying to explain the legitimacy of their rule.
"The Terra Senate grants your titles, and you only speak on behalf of the emperor. I formed the first generation of the Terra Senate, and I have absolute ruling power."
(The council created by the emperor was disbanded during the Horus Rebellion, the war ended, and after Guilliman arrived, he was appointed regent and rebuilt the Terra council.)
"My lord, we are."
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Other representatives also stood up one after another, and their questions flew toward the Primarch like snowflakes.
Because their rights were threatened, they seemed to have lost some respect and fear for Guilliman.
Power is corrosive, Sicarius thought. It erodes respect, common sense, and makes people greedy and selfish.
The Primarch is saving the world, and these people show resentment because their rights have been compromised.
One planet right can make people lose their minds.
How terrible it will be if it is a star area, a star field, or even an empire.
Perhaps, they will directly kill the Primarch to safeguard their ruling interests.
Sicarius felt a little frightened by his outrageous thought.
Perhaps one day, he will need to make a choice, whether to choose the Empire defined by Guilliman or the Empire defined by the Terra Council.
Guilliman will not compromise with those old-fashioned forces. From his awakening until now, he has made no secret of his loss of the status quo of the Empire.
He desperately wants to change the current Empire and bring humanity back from the abyss of ignorance and depravity.
And those guys who have ruled the Empire for thousands of years will never give up their rights willingly.
They will do horrible things for their own luxurious life and family interests.
Under the wrath of Guilliman, all the representatives were driven out.
After a while, Sicarius returned. He respectfully saluted his Primarch, begged for forgiveness, and then spoke.
"My lord, there is a person who may meet your requirements, but he has been infected by the epidemic and will die soon. There is no way to come to see you in person. If you want, can you move to the hospital?"
After a moment of contemplation, Guilliman stood up, "Let's go; let's take a look."
The appearance of a Primarch excited the people of Sara.
They came from all directions, shouting the names of Guilliman and the Emperor outside the steel defense line established by the Honor Guard.
Many people had tears and were too excited to control themselves.
Some devout believers ran to kiss the land where the Primarch had walked and wept loudly, thanking the Primarch for saving them from the nightmare.
"Everyone is crazy." Guilliman looked at those people and whispered.
"They are too excited, my lord," Sicarius said.
"If my father sees this scene, I don't know how disappointed he will be. He doesn't like such fanatical beliefs. If he is wrong, he doesn't like any beliefs." Guilliman said.
Sicarius didn't speak; he didn't experience that era with the Emperor.
I don't know what the real He is like.
Guilliman entered a makeshift hospital, and his presence encouraged wounded soldiers and civilians alike.
"You are outstanding." Guilliman did not hesitate to praise himself, "You have defended this planet and dealt a severe blow to the arrogance of Chaos. Without you, we would not have won the victory so easily."
His words made the people in the hospital very happy.
Everyone has pride on their faces. It is highly honorable for them to be recognized by a Primarch.
Many excited soldiers secretly clenched their fists. They will continue to serve the Empire until the end of their lives and the final redemption of the Empire.
To better inspire people, Guilliman even allowed a soldier with a broken leg to hold one of his armor-covered fingers as a reward.
He is too big for ordinary people to shake hands with him.
The cheers shook the hospital, and the soldier who received special treatment broke down in tears. At this time, he was willing to sacrifice everything for the Primarch.
Under the eyes of people's respect and admiration, Guilliman walked into the deepest ward.
A dying Imperial loyalist is lying in his hospital bed.
Beeping medical instruments filled the space around him.
His body is full of pus, but there is no wound resulting from the disease.
"His name is Ji'an, with the rank of colonel. He is the commander of the third security regiment and the defender of Sara Star. When his immediate superiors ran away, as a colonel, he took the initiative to defend Sara Star." Otherwise, Sara Star wouldn't be able to last that long. It's a pity that his internal organs have been corrupted during the battle, and there is nothing we can do."
A doctor next to Guilliman introduced the patient's situation.
Guilliman opened the door of the ward, stooped, and walked in.
The ward was filled with a disgusting smell, like rotten watermelon mixed with rotten fish.
Guilliman adjusted his breathing, trying to adapt to the disgusting smell.
As for whether there are germs in the air, he is not worried.
The original body has the most potent immune system in the real universe, and ordinary germs cannot cause any harm to them.
"Colonel Ji'an," Guilliman lowered his voice, calling out to this poor imperial hero with pity.
He gave everything for Sara Star, but he can only wait here to die.
How unfair the fate is; the loyal ones sacrificed everything for the Empire, while the despicable ones stepped on their bones to enjoy a life of glory and luxury.
The patient struggled to open his eyes, turning his head at a very slight angle to look at the Primarch, his abscessed face grinning.
"Is that you, Lord Primarch? The Holy Emperor did not abandon me. You are so kind that you are willing to come and see a dying man."
"No, you are the hero of the empire, Ji'an, this world will have your sculptures and stories, and you will be sung forever," Guilliman said.
"No, I didn't fulfill my duty. I caused so many people to die. I should have protected them and the world, but I didn't. Everything I did would be in vain if it weren't for your arrival. "
There was a hint of crying in Jie'an's voice. He called for his incompetence and also for Guilliman's arrival. It was the Primarch who saved Sara and those innocent civilians.
"If it weren't for your existence, the Sara star would have turned into a plague death star before we arrived. You have slowed down the enemy's footsteps and created an opportunity for us to eradicate them. I will grant you this in the name of the Empire's regent. The Imperial Medal of Honor, in recognition of your service to the Empire."
"Thank you, Primarch, this is my glory." Jean cried and said, happy for his recognition.
"Do you have anything else to say?" Guilliman asked.
"Can you bestow upon me the Emperor's Mercy? I can feel the organs within me rotting away, tormenting me, making me succumb to pain, trying to make me sell my soul."
Jian's eyes looked at Guilliman's flawless face, full of begging, and every second of being alive was painful.
To be recognized by Guilliman, his life has been completed.
It's time to leave.
He will never succumb to the pain and sell his soul to those distorted existences.
He is forever loyal to Man, the Imperium, and the Emperor.
Guilliman was silent for a moment before speaking, "If this is your last wish, I can grant it to you."