The restoration of the Han Dynasty began with the Horus Rebellion.

Chapter 92 The Primarch Brothers Who Came Back from the Dead

Chapter 93 The Primarch Brothers Who Came Back from the Dead

When Robout Guilliman disembarked alone from the Primarch's Stormbird, there wasn't even anyone on the deck of the Radiant to greet him.

But it didn't bother him, because it wasn't his first time aboard the Skyrise.

As the largest trade alliance in the Tebia sector of the Extreme Starfield, Guilliman had been in contact with the Yutalos family for a long time.

At the time, Guilliman only regarded them as one of countless dignitaries who needed to be managed with tedious diplomatic means. He never expected that the trade licenses he had never taken seriously would become the center of the political vortex that influenced the empire.

What I didn't expect was...

He was to confront, or even fight, his Primarch brothers, whom he had once considered family, here.

Guilliman remembered that when he last came, he was greeted by countless high-ranking members of trading caravans, and many more ordinary people simply wanted to catch a glimpse of the emperor's offspring. But now, the place was eerily quiet and deserted.

Even Guilliman had some doubts about whether there were any crew members actually operating on the ship.

However, from the perspective of the Ultramarines, this might be a good thing. If the situation turns into a battle between Primarchs, not to mention mortals, even Space Marines might lose their lives simply because they are caught in the crossfire.

Thinking of this, Guilliman's hand of control clenched unconsciously.

Finally, Guilliman arrived at his home.

It was a magnificent hall, even by the standards of the King of Altrama, adorned with rare and precious artifacts from various parts of the southern Limitless Starfield. Guilliman, with his extensive knowledge, could easily recognize statues originating from Deltatau and Pavonis, tapestries and embroideries from Altrama, and handicrafts from the colonies on the far east frontier...

The most magnificent and imposing work of art is undoubtedly the exquisite relief made of Dorrance jade in the massive archway at the end of the hall.

At the center of the relief is Guilliman's majestic and imposing father, his blood father. The human emperor leans forward, extending a palm downward; while the person kneeling before him is dressed in the fine robes of a merchant leader, holding an open book beneath the emperor's palm.

The last time Guilliman came, his focus was on the Lord of Mankind and the "blood" carved from rubies between his palm and the book, but now his gaze was focused on the first Julotas, a face that looked so young but had a somewhat familiar outline.

And the issues he had previously ignored.

What kind of achievements would a mortal family have to be granted the privileges of a wandering merchant?

However, Guilliman quickly put these thoughts aside. Even though he was good at multitasking, he only wanted to focus all his energy on his opponent.

Or rather, it's on the enemy.

It was a massive figure that slowly emerged from the side door. Although both were Primarchs, the one wearing the Terminator power armor was clearly much taller than Guilliman.

Even from Guilliman's perspective, this modified Ironclad Terminator, named "Logos," is unusually large, almost like a mech embedded in the Primarch's body.

But without a doubt, the face beneath those dense cables belonged to Guilliman's blood-related "brother".

"Petulabo!!!"

Rather than a greeting, Guilliman let out a furious roar, which even cracked the glass cabinets displaying the artwork around him.

Robert Guilliman.

In stark contrast, Peturabo, standing on the high platform in front of the arch, appeared remarkably calm, looking down at his brother with a mechanically indifferent gaze.

Judging from the rumors circulating about these two Primarchs, it's almost as if the truth is completely opposite.

"It seems there's no touching scene of brothers reuniting between us."

"Enough with the nonsense, Peturabo! What exactly do you want?"

Guilliman gritted his teeth, almost squeezing the sound out from between his teeth.

"Harming brothers, distorting the truth, ravaging imperial territory... what good does all this do?!"

"loyalty."

Peturabo answered without hesitation.

"Loyalty itself is a reward, don't you all admire that idea? That's why I united the imperial army to punish the rebels in the name of loyalty."

"You're fostering rebellion!"

Guilliman interrupted Peturabo with a loud shout.

"You impose a decimation policy on the Empire's territory, and carry out inhumane massacres and suppressions against any slight disobedience. This is simply destroying the foundation of the Empire! Those worlds that were originally loyal to the Empire will only see more people seeking refuge in Horus and even Chaos in despair because of your tyranny..."

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"That's right. Loyalty that isn't absolute is absolutely disloyal. A world that doesn't even have the awareness to sacrifice for the empire is better off being wiped out as soon as possible—that's how the empire survives. Don't you think so?"

Guilliman's face darkened upon hearing these words.

"No, this is tyranny, this is calamity, it will only lead to the destruction of the empire."

"Ha ha ha ha!!"

The Iron Lord let out a dry, somewhat hoarse laugh. Guilliman frowned slightly; in his memory, this was the first time he had ever seen his brother laugh.

But it didn't sound like joy or humor; it sounded more like sarcasm and mockery.

"Whether you accept it or not, this is indeed the Empire... and this is the true face of the Empire for the next ten thousand years: cruel, terrifying, and dark. It is destined to be this way, whether I intervene or not, and no one, not even you, can change it!"

Guilliman's heart sank. For some reason, he felt that Perturabo's words didn't seem like a curse or speculation.

It was as if I had actually witnessed this scene before.

"I've never heard of you having any talent similar to Conrad or Sanguis."

"Talent? Hmph, you have no idea what that is, and no power belongs exclusively to any one person. As long as you can analyze it, you can use it."

At this point, Peturabo gave Guilliman a meaningful look.

"And people always change, always grow, even Primarchs. Like how you once destroyed the Perfect City with your own hands, yet now you tolerate the existence of so-called living saints; you once obeyed the laws of Nicaea, yet now you collude with the Chosen of Chaos..."

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"Sun Qian is not the Chosen One of Chaos."

"The fact that you immediately thought of him is the problem, my brother."

Guilliman clenched his fists, but he realized he couldn't let the other person dominate the conversation forever.

"You have no right to say that. I know perfectly well that you submitted to the so-called demigod Vashtor and were willing to kill your own brothers for it."

"First, I don't think Vashtor is any kind of demigod; he's just a powerful and exploitable warp demon. Second, I haven't submitted to him; I've merely made a deal with him where we each get what we need, just like our father did."

This surprised Guilliman. He had thought that Peturabo would try to deny it, but he didn't expect him to admit it so directly.

"Third, regarding the accusation that I killed my own brothers... Do you really think the communication I just gave you was a lie?"

Guilliman's pupils suddenly contracted. The reason he changed his plans at the last minute and came here alone to meet Peturabo was because of the promise the other party made.

He believed it was just a lie, but he couldn't refuse the promise.

"As I said, a Primarch brother who was thought to be dead wants to see you. Come in."

No sooner had Peturabo finished speaking than the side door was opened again.

"Motalian!"

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