In Warhammer, My System is Minecraft-Chapter 145: The Past is Unbearable to Recall, Imperium Secundus

Chapter 145: Chapter 145: The Past is Unbearable to Recall, Imperium Secundus

The commotion of the Primarch’s resurrection was massive. With a loud boom, the entire Arx Angelicum trembled.

The Blood Angels and Ultramarines blocked at the Ossuary’s entrance couldn’t sit still any longer and surged inside.

"This is the crypt where the Primarch rests! Are you crazy?!" a Librarian shouted loudly.

"What exactly is happening inside? Give us a word! What if it’s traitorous enemies coming to steal the Blood Angels’ gene-seed?"

Within the Great Tomb, Guilliman withdrew the Emperor’s Sword. When he saw Zeke reducing Sanguinius’s remains to pieces earlier, he had wanted to die. Looking at it now, was this all part of your plan, Zeke?

Zeke was inspecting Death’s Scythe. Its durability had dropped from 32 to 31, and the soul stored from killing the Villager had been used up.

JEI showed that Death’s Scythe could be further upgraded at a crafting table.

The upgrade material required combining it with a weapon called a "Cronesword". It could be crafted and upgraded a total of five times.

Why this specific upgrade material? Zeke was very certain this was no coincidence.

Croneswords were intimately connected to Ynnead, the Aeldari God of the Dead. There were five in total, scattered across the universe. Gathering all five Croneswords would vastly enhance His power.

Yvraine, the leader of the Ynnari, had been striving for this goal and had already successfully obtained one.

As the saying goes, ’while the neighbor hoards grain, I hoard guns’. Rather than searching the entire universe for them, Zeke actually had a better idea.

When Yvraine had collected most of them, he would just pop out and slightly "borrow" a few from her.

He believed that given his relationship with Guilliman, this "Regent’s Wife" would definitely agree.

Guilliman straightened his posture, a smile appearing on his face. He rarely cast the heavy administrative affairs of the state out of his mind, but now he focused entirely on Sanguinius before him.

"Sanguinius, my brother... welcome back." Guilliman walked towards Sanguinius.

As for Dante, he had already fallen to his knees.

His face was covered in tears, his body trembling violently from excitement. Even without the help of Milk, the symptoms of the Black Rage were miraculously alleviated.

Deep within the underground crypt, in the center of that radiant light, Sanguinius’s body descended, his feet touching the ground.

Those eyes, which had once infatuated Ka’Bandha, opened.

Sanguinius looked at Guilliman. He didn’t ask much, nor did he need to. He could see what was in Guilliman’s mind and feel his exhaustion.

Stepping forward, Sanguinius opened his arms and gave his brother a warm embrace. "My poor brother, you have suffered."

Guilliman paused for a moment, then gladly accepted the embrace.

After their embrace, Guilliman recounted everything that had happened over the years.

Horus’s defeat and death, the Emperor confined to the Golden Throne, the Primarchs dead or scattered, and the Imperium’s descent into its current rigid theocracy.

Sanguinius listened quietly, occasionally reaching out to pat Guilliman’s shoulder, offering his "silent" support just as he had back when they were discussing Imperium Secundus.

Off to the side, Zeke put away Death’s Scythe and covered his mouth, looking at Sanguinius in disbelief.

Good heavens, it all grew back!

Under the dual effects of the Enchanted Golden Apple and Death’s Scythe, the wings Zeke had plucked had mostly recovered.

I plucked too few! If I knew they would grow back, I should have plucked more.

Zeke was filled with regret. He didn’t take full advantage of the opportunity given to him. Trying to get his hands on Sanguinius’s feathers in the future would be much harder.

"When I awoke from my ten-thousand-year slumber, I was so pessimistic," Guilliman’s voice continued to echo in the crypt. "Everything was heading in the worst possible direction."

"Brother, you have done better than most," Sanguinius replied gently. "Holding the line for ten thousand years is not something just anyone could do."

Guilliman shook his head. "But it’s far from enough. Not enough to pull the Imperium out of the abyss. Fortunately, you have returned."

They exchanged a few more words, the atmosphere warm and touching.

Guilliman didn’t leave Zeke hanging on the side for long. Changing the subject, he directed the conversation toward Zeke.

"You should meet the one who brought you back to life." He turned and pointed to Zeke in the corner. "As I mentioned, his name is Zeke."

Sanguinius followed Guilliman’s finger, his eyes crinkling slightly in a smile. He had heard this person mentioned frequently in Guilliman’s recounting.

Zeke, at this moment, was frantically crafting Holy Arrows at the crafting table in his Sophisticated Backpack. There were so many feathers that Zeke had initially been clicking to craft them one by one.

Later on, he simply closed his eyes and rapidly twitched his finger.

Until his inventory was full.

Before he could react, several Holy Arrows popped out and clattered onto the ground.

Sanguinius’s face suddenly froze. Why do the tail feathers on those arrows look a bit familiar?

"Ahahaha, you must be Sanguinius." Zeke covered his inner panic with an awkward smile, taking a step forward to suck the Holy Arrows back into his backpack.

"I’ve heard so much about you. Guilliman has mentioned you many times—the Emperor of Imperium Secundus."

I am not! I didn’t!

The title "Emperor of Imperium Secundus" gave Sanguinius a massive jump scare, instantly shifting his attention away from the Holy Arrows.

Imperium Secundus was a provisional government founded by Guilliman during the Horus Heresy.

At the time, because the Ruinstorm triggered by the forces of Chaos had cut off contact with Terra, Guilliman feared the Imperium might have already fallen to the traitors.

Driven by this desperate situation, in order to preserve human civilization, he decided to establish Imperium Secundus as a contingency strategy.

He persuaded the Primarch Sanguinius to become the Emperor of this empire, while the Lion, Lion El’Jonson, served as Lord Protector.

The three had just barely set up their makeshift administration when news arrived that the primary Imperium had not fallen and was still resisting the forces of Chaos.

Guilliman had no choice but to hastily disband Imperium Secundus and rush to support the primary Imperium.

And Imperium Secundus became the past that the three Primarchs least wanted to look back on, a secret no one was allowed to speak of.

"You know how it is, I always use white feathers to make arrows." Zeke pulled a normal chicken feather out of his inventory and waved it in front of Sanguinius to prove his innocence.

Sanguinius stopped dwelling on the matter. He nodded, shifting the topic back to his savior.

"Thank you," he said.

Sanguinius’s voice sounded as if the essence of all the music in the world had been woven into every syllable.

"Baal is my homeworld. To think that one day, I would be able to set foot here again. The doors of the Blood Angels will always be open to you. When you step onto the soil of Baal, treat this place as your home."

Sanguinius was so sincere that it actually made Zeke feel a bit embarrassed.