Chapter 1015 Fanatic

As Guilliman finalized the Empire's future response to the Necrons, and as Vic, who had become the Forge General, appeared and had the final say, the High Lords were finally unable to indirectly oppose the Primarch's orders in any way.

The projections of the High Lords dissipated with Guilliman's impatient wave, and the entire conference room fell into a quiet and silent atmosphere again.

Guilliman slowly exhaled a breath of foul air, and his body, which was sitting straight, also slumped.

Vic saw the Primarch's two big hands covering his face helplessly, and his white hair was trembling with his heavy breathing.

This was a performance of weakness that the Primarch should not show to outsiders. As the Regent of the Empire, Guilliman must always maintain a stronger and more powerful side than other Primarchs in front of outsiders, but he now looks very painful and uncomfortable, like an unsuccessful middle-aged man.

Vic did not think this was the Primarch's true performance. In his opinion, Guilliman's weakness despite his presence was just a means of ruling.

"You can go back to Terra now." Guilliman put down his hand that was covering his face.

Vic saluted with a gear and turned to leave.

At this moment, Guilliman suddenly called him: "Wait, I have a question for you."

Vic stopped, and his two cold electronic eyes turned 180 degrees with his head to look at the Primarch.

"You... No, most of the Mechanicus you represent believe that the real Om Messiah is the Lord of Talon?" Guilliman looked at the corner of the empty conference room and asked in a flat tone.

Vic was shocked by such a straightforward question. He had expected Guilliman to ask related questions, but he never dreamed that it would be such a straightforward question, as straightforward as the Lord of Talon.

"No doubt." Vic nodded, "As you guessed, yes."

Guilliman had no reaction, because he had already guessed that he asked this question not really to seek an answer he knew.

Vek knew this, so he continued: "Do you know Vashtor?"

"I know." Guilliman nodded, "I once entered Vashtor's lair with your Om Messiah, and I know it is dead."

"Vashtor is a secondary god in the warp. As far as I know, the continuous arms race and weapons massacre from the War in Heaven to the present have nourished it."

Vek spoke endlessly as if telling a story.

"Half of the Mechanicus split off in the catastrophe ten thousand years ago. They are the followers of Vashtor. No matter what they believe in, their unrestrained use of dark technology and unforbidden research undoubtedly provide faith for Vashtor."

"And the Mechanicus is actually the same. Compared with the traitors ten thousand years ago, the Mechanicus is not extremely clean now. Some people speculate who the Om Messiah is. Some think it is the Emperor. Some people privately think it is not. Some people think it may be the Dragon of Mars sealed in the Martian Labyrinth."

"This kind of incoordination in faith will lead to different objects of spiritual power. If it is the Emperor, it is okay, but if it is supplied to Vashtor, it is not good."

Hearing Vick say this, it is difficult for Guilliman not to agree.

He has a good relationship with the great sage Cawl and is very familiar with the problems within the Mechanicus.

Since the other head of the Imperial Double-Headed Eagle is relatively independent and has mastered advanced technology, how many dark and taboo things there are in the Mechanicus is unimaginable to people on the Imperial side.

There will definitely be people who can respond to them, such as a lesser god in the warp.

"So you think that if the faith of the Mechanicus is concentrated on someone who will not be distorted by faith, it will be a good way to solve the problem, right?" Guilliman said.

Vic nodded: "Obviously."

Guilliman thought about it, and then nodded.

Vic performed the gear salute again.

Guilliman suddenly spoke again: "Who you believe in is an internal matter of your Mechanicus. You are the Forge General. It stands to reason that I cannot directly order you to let the Mechanicus do anything, but I must remind you that the Mechanicus must develop in a good direction, and don't let the Forge General just change someone else."

Hearing this, Vic was puzzled. He hadn't figured out what Guilliman meant by developing in a good direction.

Clear goals and clear execution are the habits of the Mechanicus. They like logical and non-abstract things.

Guilliman continued to explain: "Do you know what I hate most about you? I hate that you make the people in the world you manage live in hell. You have seen everything in Talon. You should be aware of this problem and find a way to improve it."

"From a management perspective, this is obviously impossible." Vic said a word of rejection without hesitation.

When Guilliman clenched his fist, Vic continued to say the rest: "But if I turn this management issue into a religious issue, it will be possible."

Under the gaze of the Primarch, Vic slowly told what he had planned long ago: "If I ask a manager of a forge world to improve the environment, he will refuse without hesitation because he thinks it is a waste of resources. But if I say that the Kingdom of Om Messiah pays attention to the living environment of workers as a gift and mercy, and it is proof that God loves believers rather than just machines, then he will think that improving the environment is a very necessary religious belief investment."

"I have a set." Guilliman finally smiled, "Lord Talon chose you, chose you a long time ago, very wisely. Because you are too much for the Adeptus Mechanicus Got it. "

After saying that, Guilliman looked at Vic, and after a few seconds of silence, he pointed his finger at him: "You can choose five guards from my champions, they will protect you from being assassinated by opponents within the Mechanicus."

"How can someone chosen by God be assassinated?" Vic stretched out all his arms, "Once I went to persuade a forge world to join me, and the local sage sent an assassin. The assassin came when I was preaching religion, and I drove away all the guards around me and let the assassin kill me."

"Then what?" Guilliman became serious. He felt that one of Vic's shortcomings was that he was too fanatical.

"The assassin used multiple molten tubes to shoot holes all over my body. At that time, my head was rotten like a honeycomb. Then I stood there, and I recovered in two breaths of the oxygen supply system." Vic's body did not look like it had been bombed by molten. "Then I forgave the lost lamb who assassinated me in the name of Om Messiah in front of everyone, and then the entire Forge World became my most fanatical follower."

After listening to Vic's story, Guilliman laughed and said, "You religious lunatics are really good at playing tricks."

Vic was not dissatisfied with this sentence at all. In his opinion, the Primarch was a person outside the Mechanicus, and was essentially the same as the state religion. In fact, it was incompatible with the Adeptus Mechanicus.

The new Forge General had no more words to communicate with the Primarch, and left the meeting room with his military commander.