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Guilliman did make his choice.

Just as Duanmu Huai comforted him, no matter what, even if the original body was lost, human beings would only be able to survive these ten thousand years.

Religious belief? Duanmuhuai felt that this was not so difficult to accept. Is the soul returning to the Golden Throne? Or become a toy of the evil god of subspace? The choice is obviously obvious.

Although Guilliman wanted to regain the entire Ultramar star field and even protect the entire empire, Duanmu Huai persuaded him. He reminded Guilliman not to forget the unplanned and hasty war of the Lord of Mankind. The final result of the expedition. If you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, humanity is indeed in danger, but at least for now, Cardia still survives, and the big rift has not yet appeared. Humans rely on their own strength to withstand the erosion of warp demons and chaos.

"The soldiers and horses have not yet used the food and grass. I think you should take this opportunity to continue doing what you are good at."

The job that Guilliman is good at is naturally operations, and then F2A.

As a congratulation on Guilliman's return, Duanmuhuai also gave him a small gift.

"What's this?"

Looking curiously at the thing in front of him, which was about the same size as a suitcase, Guilliman looked at Duanmu Huai, who chuckled.

"This is called a reality anchor... It's specially designed to deal with subspace. Well, it may not be suitable for others, but it's just right for you, a psychic Muggle."

"What is a psionic Muggle..."

Looking at the cheerful Duanmu Huai in front of him, Guilliman was speechless. Although he was still wary of Duanmu Huai, Guilliman had to admit that after ten thousand years, the Grand Inquisitor in front of him was probably the only friend he could still consider familiar.

"I think you know something about the concept of subspace, so I won't go into details here. Simply put, this thing can bring the originally chaotic universe back to peace according to the physical definition. Any erosion of psychic energy and subspace Will be expelled - as its name says, reality stabilizing anchor, it can be used to stabilize reality and expel unreasonable subspace laws. Of course, if you use this in front of the think tank, then they will not even use magic. I can’t use it anymore, but I guess you don’t have that problem.”

"That's why you said it's fine for me, right..."

Guilliman was speechless.

"Of course, or if you use it in front of Magnus, I think he will go completely berserk."

Duanmu Huai sarcastically said.

"Dong dong dong."

At this moment, there was a knock on the door. Guilliman glanced at Duanmuhuai, who waved his hand. So Guilliman looked forward again and said in a deep voice.

"Come in."

Soon, the door opened, and then a man in luxurious clothes walked in. Seeing his appearance, Guilliman felt somewhat unhappy in his heart. The man in front of him is the Consul General of Macragge, which is also equivalent to the head of government of Macragge. Since Guilliman's return, he has approached Guilliman several times. However, what makes Guilliman dissatisfied is that the other party did not discuss with him the reconstruction of Macragge and the follow-up work of Ultramar. Instead, he always Either he was obsessing over some trivial matter that seemed inconsequential to the primarch, or he was praising the primarch's greatness - being a sycophant.

Such a person could actually be the head of Macragge's government. Guilliman was almost desperate.

Of course, although he was unhappy inside, as a qualified politician, Guilliman's face still looked very calm and calm at this moment.

"What's the matter?"

Facing Guilliman's inquiry, the Consul General in front of him seemed very enthusiastic.

"Great and Revered Father of the Primarch, I come on behalf of the people of Macragge to make a suggestion to you. We should hold a grand military parade and take this opportunity to publish the good news of your return and send it to you. To every world in the empire. After waiting for thousands of years, I believe that the people of the empire will be very happy to see this good news."

"……………………"

Guilliman said nothing, but his expression showed his disapproval of this boring proposal. Although Guilliman admitted that the Consul General's statement was necessary, he believed that the grand celebration parade was too extravagant and wasteful...

"Oh, by the way, Guilliman."

At this moment, Duanmu Huai, who was sitting next to him eating snacks and drinking tea, suddenly spoke.

"You can try this thing now, there will be a surprise."

"surprise?"

Hearing Duanmu Huai's words, Guilliman was stunned for a moment, but he still reached out and pressed on the reality anchor in front of the table. Then Guilliman saw the thing flip open and rotate like a radar. One lap.

Guilliman didn't feel anything special, but the Consul General obviously had a different view. With a shrill, inhuman scream, Guilliman watched in surprise as his Consul General began to twist and deform. , the original human form disappeared, replaced by a deformed and twisted abominable monster with purple scales all over its body.

Guilliman looked at all this in surprise. The latter was using his hands and feet at the moment to rush towards him like a big lizard. However, the next moment, the thunder hammer in Duanmu Huai's hand appeared out of thin air and hit the man in front of him. The monster's body was turned into a pile of meat paste.

"This, what exactly is this..."

"So you see, I said this thing is quite useful to you."

Duanmu Huai sighed at Guilliman.

"You are a psychic Muggle, you didn't even feel the demon's transformation and walked directly in front of you, aren't you fooled to death?"

"…………………………"

Guilliman stared at the bloody corpse in front of him, clenching his teeth. He had seen similar monsters before, that was the last battle before he entered the stasis field, and now...

"They have actually infiltrated Macragge?"

"Is it strange? Your descendants are basically psychic Muggles like you. Isn't it easy for demons to distort your perception and deceive you?"

"……………………"

At this moment, Guilliman's face was as black as coal. He was not a fool. Even the chief consul was replaced. He didn't dare to imagine what Macragge would be like if it was infiltrated!

"…………Your Excellency the Inquisitor."

Guilliman looked at Duanmu Huai again and saluted.

"If possible, could you please tell me about the reality anchors..."

"Don't come to me about this."

Duanmu Huai guessed what Guilliman was thinking without him saying anything.

"The output of reality anchors is not high, and I can only give you a part of it myself, but if you want to completely curb or eliminate the erosion of the warp, I suggest you go to Dora Kaur."

"Dora Kaur...?"

"That's your great sage. He has done some research on the Blackstone Obelisk on Cadia. You can refer to that to remake it. Of course, I can personally give you a container of reality anchors as a gift. I suggest you place these reality anchors in the place where the Mechanicus studies and manufactures them, so that they can conduct research on the manufacturing process of the Blackstone Obelisk without being affected by the erosion and pollution of the warp."

The power of the reality anchor comes from the Deus Ex Machina, which is a soul card. Duanmu Huai certainly can't give it to Guilliman. So he still suggested that Guilliman study the Blackstone Obelisk.

"I did hear Cawl's explanation about Cadia..."

After hearing Duanmu Huai's proposal, Guilliman was silent for a moment and nodded.

"Okay, I will go to Cawl to discuss how to solve this problem."

Of course, after all, Guilliman still asked Duanmu Huai for a large number of reality anchors and conducted a comprehensive cleanup and investigation of the entire administrative department of Macragge. After all, even the Chief Consul was transformed by a demon, so it can be imagined that there must be cultists and demons in Macragge.

The fact is just as Guilliman expected.

With the assistance of the Inquisition and the Grey Knights, and with the help of reality anchors, Guilliman successfully found a large number of cultists and demons in Macragge, which made him extremely angry. After all, Macragge is his hometown, and now these guys have even reached out to his hometown!

After cleaning up the entire Macragge, Guilliman also found Duanmu Huai and Cawl to discuss how to use physical means to curb the influence of the subspace.

Duanmu Huai gave three suggestions for this.

First of all, in Duanmu Huai's opinion, the most reliable thing is the Blackstone Obelisk. If Dora Kaur can fully understand the manufacturing process of the Blackstone Obelisk, then making the Blackstone Obelisk to contain the Warp is obviously the safest and most useful way.

Secondly, they can place the Holy Symbol of Destruction of the Inquisition. The Holy Symbol mixed with the power of destruction can weaken and eliminate some of the Warp psychic energy to a certain extent.

The third way is the reality anchor-this thing itself is not difficult to make, but the energy source is a problem. There is no mechanical deity in this world, and Duanmu Huai's opinion is that if they want to build a reality anchor, then the energy source can be found in the fragments of the Star God.

However, this is not an easy task, because the fragments of the Star God are sealed in the tombs of the Necrons, so looking for the fragments of the Star God means digging the graves of the Necrons. It's okay if you want to dig a small one, but if you accidentally dig up a big guy, then you're done.

Not to mention that the fragments of Star Gods are also big and small. The small ones have no self-awareness and can be easily captured. As for the big ones... Hehe, even Duanmu Huai has to fight against them. If it were the Empire, I don’t know how many people would die.

As for what Guilliman would do, Duanmu Huai didn’t care. After all, this was Guilliman’s problem, not his problem. In fact, in Macragge, Duanmu Huai spent most of his time on... clothes.

That’s right, clothes.

Because the Primarchs and Astartes are relatively taller, there are also departments in this world that specialize in making clothes for them. Duanmu Huai took the opportunity to get some clothes and asked them to make him a few more clothes for the Inquisitors. After all, it is too difficult for him to find clothes to wear in other worlds.

For example, this one in front of him.

Duanmu Huai stood in front of the mirror, looking at his own clothes with satisfaction. The black brocade dress with silk shawl, the same color cloak and blood-colored lining, the brass skull pattern worn on the chest, the golden braid trembling with Duanmu Huai's movements, and the velvet gloves and long boots... well, elegant, perfect.

"You have been looking in the mirror for almost ten minutes."

Guilliman commented silently while reviewing the documents.

"I never knew you liked these things."

"This is not a question of like or not. I'm afraid you can't understand. It's hard to buy clothes for a figure like mine. Generally, they have to be made to order, which is very troublesome."

Duanmu Huai waved his hand.

"You happen to have a lot here, so I'll give you a few. You won't be so stingy, right?"

"It would be better if you didn't ask those tailors for any flowery pants or big vests. They think I have awakened some new hobby."

"Because I can lie next to the beach and bask in the sun after I go back, but you can't."

"……………………"

For a moment, Guilliman really wanted to throw away the pen in his hand and drag Duanmu Huai into the duel cage to have a good talk with him.

But he still held back with his usual self-control.

Because right now he still has many official documents to approve.

Guilliman said silently to himself.

It's definitely not because of the shame of not being able to beat him.

but……………

"Do you really want to go back?"

"Of course, I can't stay here much longer."

Duanmuhuai shook his head, then looked at Guilliman.

"Don't worry, at least I will take you back to Terra - even though I can't go, and I'm too lazy to meet that old bacon."