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Anruida nodded: "It may be a bit cruel. But the proteins of these creatures are much better than synthetic proteins, taste better, and are easy to digest. There will be no mutant genes absorbed by humans that will cause human offspring to become deformed... to some extent. Talk about perfect biotechnology creations.”
Guilliman approves of this production method, and the reason why he wants to come to the agricultural world is to introduce better food production methods to the Five Hundred Worlds.
There is no need to introduce orbital devices and modified soil to produce vegetables. Just introduce starch synthesis and this kind of organism.
"Are synthetic starches and the process of producing meat complicated?" Guilliman asked.
"It's not complicated." Anruida shook his head, "But training on using the machine still needs to be done."
Guilliman nodded.
He has made the decision to have more exchanges between Ultramar and the Tyrone Sector, such as academic exchanges and the like.
In this empire that has become corrupted and crazy after 10,000 years, the two areas that still have reason must stay together for warmth.
"Please convey to Lord Tyron my intention to introduce synthetic starch and meat production." Guilliman said.
"Okay." Anruida nodded.
After doing another business in the Tyrone sector, Guilliman suddenly wanted to satisfy his curiosity, that is, how the Tyrone people received education.
Do they learn from the Empire's past? Learning about the warp?
With these questions in mind, Guilliman made this request to Anreda.
Of course Anreda said it was okay, but he thought of something else. Before leaving with Guilliman, he checked what courses the schools in the sector had today.
Every matter in the schools in the star district is arranged uniformly, including curriculum.
After checking the course, Anreda suddenly said to Guilliman: "Today is a holiday, let's go again tomorrow."
Guilliman instantly realized that Anreda was deceiving him, but he couldn't figure out why. Could it be that the schools in the Tyrone sector taught some ulterior things?
If a person wants to become rational, he must receive education. Without looking at things about education, it is impossible to determine whether there is only a small group of people in the Tyrone Sector who are more rational and advocate science, or whether everyone is rational and advocates science.
For Guilliman, this was a very important matter, so he asked again with great persistence: "Please take me there."
Chapter 330 Evaluation
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Tyrone Sector 1 University.
Guilliman stood outside the door of a classroom, leaning against the wall and listening to the sounds coming from inside.
Anreda looked at the original body helplessly.
Only now did Guilliman know why Anreda was unwilling to bring him here, because what the school taught today was really a bit...taboo.
This is not knowledge about the subspace. In fact, even in the Tyrone Sector, only a very small number of people and the soulless can learn the knowledge about the subspace.
What they are teaching is about ten thousand years.
From the beginning of the Great Crusade to the Forbidden Rebellion.
I won't go into too much detail, it sounds more like a summary.
"We have talked about the Emperor before. No one knows what the Emperor's real name is. When the human forces were falling apart, he suddenly appeared to unify Terra and organized an expedition to integrate the human forces in the galaxy. "
"The National Religion claims that the Astartes are all angels sent to the world by the Emperor, but in fact they are not. They are the creations of biotechnology invented by the Emperor. They were transformed from ordinary people by implanting gene seeds and undergoing a series of transformation surgeries. Superhuman warrior.”
"The Emperor destroyed many humans or alien forces during the Great Crusade. Some of the methods were not very glorious, but the Great Crusade still had a liberating and enterprising nature."
"During this period, the superhuman warriors were still a legion. As for the reason why they were later adapted into a smaller chapter, it was the thirteenth Primarch Robert Guilliman who wrote the Codex Astartes. The lives and battles of the Astartes warriors and many other matters were arranged."
"I want to mention something here. I have talked about some of the information about the Great Rebellion before. The Codex Astartes can effectively prevent the Legion from becoming an organized rebellion in the Great Rebellion from happening again. But today, as the intensity of the war is getting higher and higher, the Codex Astartes The rules are no longer appropriate."
"..."
Guilliman heard about the Codex he had written, but he was not angry. Instead, like the teacher who gave the lecture, he believed that the Codex Astartes was inappropriate.
The intensity of wars in the galaxy is indeed getting higher and higher now, just like the Battle of Baal. If the Blood Angels had not gathered under Dante's call and fought like an entire legion instead of a war band, Baal would have been gone by now.
Guilliman continued to listen.
The teacher began to tell in detail some of the things the Emperor had done, such as how he only cared about whether a planet belonged to the Empire during the Crusade, and it did not matter what the ruler of the planet had done and whether it was good or bad.
Then there is the evaluation of the emperor.
When he heard this, Guilliman was attentive, listening with some expectation and some worry. He didn't know what the Tyrones would think of the Emperor.
A tyrant who once left the Tyrone sector struggling in darkness?
A savior who saved humanity?
An ambitious conqueror, a slave owner who doesn't care about the people of the empire?
"The Emperor is undoubtedly a tyrant."
"He doesn't love any specific person, but he should love the race called humanity."
"The Golden Throne is like a torture machine specially prepared for psykers. The Emperor sat on it and suffered torture, using his psychic powers and star torch to guide the navigation of human ships. He endured ten thousand years of torture. , just so that the empire can continue to stumble in the cruel and cold universe."
"If the Emperor had not made sacrifices, the Empire would not be able to survive until now, and humanity would be completely swallowed up by the cold void. The Emperor of Mankind deserves his title."
Anreda looked at Guilliman nervously, worried that he would be dissatisfied with the evaluation in Talon's textbook, but he was completely overthinking it.
Guilliman just lowered his head and was silent for a few seconds, then raised his head and smiled at Andreda: "This is the kindest comment I have ever heard... One of my brothers said that the Emperor is a cruel executioner. It's a damned thing." of slave owners.”
"Do you agree with that assessment?" Andreida asked curiously.
"Me?" Guilliman suddenly thought of many things.
The Emperor's incomprehensible cold attitude towards certain of his heirs.
The room the Emperor prepared in the palace for all his heirs.
The Emperor's appallingly low emotional intelligence allowed a Primarch who struggled to maintain brotherly love to lead his Legion to destroy Lorgar's perfect city.
Guilliman thought a lot and for a long time, and finally just shook his head: "I can only say that he is not a good father."
Andreda didn't know why Guilliman spoke so highly of the Emperor, but he knew that no matter how much he knew, he definitely didn't know as much as the primarch who had lived for ten thousand years.
"Do you agree with what Angron said? Do you also think that I am a slave owner and executioner?"
A deep voice reached Guilliman's ears.
Guilliman suddenly raised his head and found Anreda standing stiffly in place. The sounds in the classroom no longer came out, and time seemed to have stopped.
The person who spoke was a blonde woman, but the aura and spirituality exuding from her body convinced Guilliman that the woman was just a carrier, and that it was the Emperor who was talking to him.
"Father... how could that happen?" Guilliman couldn't believe that a mortal could withstand the Emperor's spiritual power.
But a piece of information flooded into Guilliman's mind, making him understand everything.
What came to him was just the faintest will of the emperor.
That part of human will.
This part of the will is fragile and small, and has forgotten many things. Because of this, it is enough to allow a gifted psyker to endure the pain caused by possession in a short period of time.
Guilliman can also probably understand the current situation of the Emperor. The Emperor sitting on the Golden Throne, tortured and distorted by faith, is completely different from the Emperor ten thousand years ago.
"I don't agree with what Angron said." Guilliman shook his head, "But his resentment towards you is obviously not without reason."
"What's the reason? I personally went to his planet to find him, I competed with him in blacksmithing and hunting salamanders, I talked to him, I had high hopes for him, and then he betrayed me, and you still defended him?" the emperor asked .
"Are we talking about the same person?!" Guilliman said, "An... well forget it."
Angron had never been highly expected by the Emperor, and when the Emperor found him, he was fighting alongside his gladiator brothers and sisters against the slavers.
The situation was so embarrassing that everyone relied on Angron's blood to satisfy their hunger.
Angron valued his brothers and sisters very much. Even in that embarrassing situation, he even had to share his blood with others, but he still talked and laughed with those brothers and sisters.
Then the Emperor showed up, took Angron away, gave him a bunch of strange warriors, and sent him off to join the Great Crusade. Angron's gladiator brothers and sisters are dead, and the only thing that hasn't changed is that the slavers still rule the planet.
This is the past story about Angron's resentment against the Emperor. The weak will of the Emperor in front of him can't even figure out the past. No wonder he didn't help Qin Mo promote the dimension engine.
Chapter 331 Heavy Heart
"Guilliman, you are my most trusted and beloved son."
"No father wants his son to suffer. Some things I did not do well ten thousand years ago because of the circumstances, but you can understand me, right?"
said the Emperor.
Guilliman was moved and slowly sat down against the wall, burying his head between his arms. He looked anxious and painful, like a helpless child.
“Everything we fought for has failed and dissipated.”
"Suffering and ignorance are like the gangrene that attaches to human bones. The brutal rule that has been maintained to this day because of the authority you granted has made people live in hell. The truth of the empire has been replaced by the state religion. Those things that are burned, killed and slaughtered in your name are all happening as I speak. It keeps happening.”
"After I woke up and learned about the current situation of the empire, I tried to maintain a calm appearance. Those elves, those my descendants... they don't know how much I hate the filth and ugliness of the empire ten thousand years later. It is better to destroy such an empire. .”
"Why should I be resurrected?"
"What else do you want me to do for you?"
Guilliman spoke with increasing grit.
The Emperor listened quietly, neither scolding nor scolding, nor comforting, but he felt very sad to see Guilliman in such pain.
"You are the will that belongs to human nature." Guilliman dropped his hand holding his hair and turned to look at the Emperor. "This is your human nature. Although you didn't say it directly, I understand that you want me to hurry up. Shut your mouth and do the work for you honestly."
"No." The emperor shook his head, "I hope you can cry loudly, and then I will comfort you. But when you get to Terra and see me on the throne, don't complain so much, otherwise I will probably be cruel Give you a slap."
Guilliman was very worried when he thought about going to Terra next.
What has become of the Emperor on the throne? Wouldn't the will in his body really become one tyrant and slave owner after another?
"Father, come with me to Terra," Guilliman said. "At least this part of you is sane."
The Emperor nodded: "Then, because a girl went around shouting that she was the Emperor, the Ecclesiarchy and the Inquisition teamed up to send the girl to the stake. Let's forget it."
Guilliman thought about it and felt that this was true.
It would be nice if the two high lords representing the Ecclesiarchy and the Inquisition could not say that they were the primarchs in disguise when they saw themselves arriving on Terra with the Ultramar fleet.
"Swallow your complaints back into your stomach, then stand up and face everything like the thirteenth Primarch, Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar."
"At least you still have the dimension engine available, and having a powerful human force as an ally is much better than the situation I faced back then."
Upon hearing these words, Guilliman sighed and stood up from the ground.