Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 817 Speculation in Dreams

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the other side.

Guilliman lay on a bed of official duties deep in the archives.

In front of him lay the work he needed to complete in the fleet. From time to time, people entered the archives and took away the written documents. These people tiptoed carefully, fearing to disturb the regent who was sleeping on his official duties.

But for Guilliman himself, this sleep was far from restful.

In a dream world that was so real that it even surprised Guilliman himself, he was soaking in the marble bath of Macragge's Glory.

Across the bathhouse was another Guilliman.

Even when he was resting, Guilliman rarely rested intently. He was good at and used to doing many things at the same time.

His brain is still active, helping him engage in his own philosophical speculations about the many philosophical issues that have troubled him recently.

For example, the most abundant thing in the Eye of Fear is psychic energy.

For example, Guilliman himself would say that psionic energy is a malevolent sorcerous energy, and then his imaginary alter ego would think about it as rationally as possible and answer: indeed.

"Psychic energy is not evil either. Just like a weapon, it is only the person who uses it that is evil, not the weapon itself."

If it were normal, Guilliman would suspect that someone had invaded his brain with psychic energy, but now he can only feel the closeness, tranquility, and peace from the other self he imagined, which is really impossible to produce. Malicious suspicion.

"If psychic energy is used for the right purpose, it will be the salvation of a race and a powerful force that can turn things around."

It's like a mirror.

"As soon as I get close to the Eye of Terror, I can feel that there is something attracting me." Guilliman suddenly sighed.

"Of course, because you are originally a creature with psychic components. When you come to this place you hate, it's like going home. How can you not feel that there is something close to you here?" The imaginary base Liman replied with a sneer.

The primarch's brain could function normally even during sleep, so even if Guilliman thought a lot, he could still stay awake in his mental world while his energy quickly recovered.

But today was completely different. Guilliman had a feeling that the other self he imagined was completely different from himself, just like a real guy named Guilliman, but the thoughts in his head were completely different.

This philosophical speculation in his sleep was not the first time. Every time he had done it in the past, Guilliman would imagine another version of himself that was on the opposite side of him.

Guilliman himself was inclined to interpret psionics as a form of sorcery, but the alter ego his brain helped him conjure did not.

"Psychic power is psychic power. It's neither witchcraft nor evil. You think it's evil just because it's always your enemies who use it."

Guilliman listened to his brain's imagined alter ego talking about psionics, and felt strange.

But since the other self also comes from itself, no matter how it stands on the opposite side, there will not be much difference in its views on a certain thing.

"Psychic components? No, I am the product of advanced genetic engineering."

"Really, then how can you use psychic powers?"

"Use psionic powers? When have I ever used psionic powers?"

"You are using psychic powers all the time, and you haven't noticed?" After a few conversations with his imaginary other self, Guilliman heard an inexplicable sentence. He didn't think that he was using psychic powers all the time.

The other Guilliman did not explain, but said: "If you are unable to use psychic powers, how can the Emperor's Sword ignite flames in your hands?"

"That's enough." Guilliman's expression was displeased, his patience exhausted to the limit by this unpleasant self-philosophical speculation.

His powerful brain at the level of the original body can directly create another realistic self in the spiritual world, and can also expel the other self from the spiritual world in an instant. This is his dreamland, and he is the master here. .

But when Guilliman was about to end his rest and wake up, he found that he could not get rid of the other self in front of him.

"I am you."

The other Guilliman rose from the bath and shouted a scolding.

"I understand you so well. Your biggest problem is that you like to deceive yourself and others. You think that the creature on the golden throne is not a god, but you understand from the bottom of your heart that no matter who your creator was ten thousand years ago, he There is no doubt that he is a god now."

"You resist psionic powers, but you use psionic powers. How could you possibly banish even half a demon with your Creator's sword without psionic powers?"

"But it doesn't matter. You are Guilliman. You have the privilege. Whether you accept it or not, whether you are willing to or not, you can make your innate power serve you, and this power can come and go as soon as you call it. go."

Guilliman couldn't believe what he was seeing and hearing.

The other self that he imagined and used to amuse himself by talking to himself when there was no one around to talk to seemed to have self-awareness at this time.

Like another Roboute Guilliman who admires psionic powers.

"Stop your fallacies!" Guilliman shouted impatiently, "Get out of my head!"

"You ask me what do you think makes you feel close to you in the Eye of Terror?" Guilliman's imaginary person was still chattering. "What do you think it is? What makes you feel close to me, and it is also a person in the Eye of Terror. What’s inside? Of course it’s the essence of you, a psychic creature!”

Hearing the words psychic creature, Guilliman even launched an attack on his other self in his mind.

For the Primarch's brain, controlling dreams was an easy task.

And when Guilliman desperately wanted to make his other self disappear and wake up, he immediately woke up.

"I've been in this damn place for too long." Guilliman rubbed his forehead helplessly as he looked at the Guardsmen who rushed into the archives after hearing the roar and looked at his genetic father in astonishment.

The uncontrollable dream, and the only philosophical speculation in the dream that went awry, made Guilliman's prejudice and dislike of psychic powers even deeper.

But this wise primarch had to think over and over again what he had just thought.

The nature of psychic beings.

Even though this sentence sounds ridiculous and crazy, it doesn't seem to be groundless.

In any case, he felt that something in the Eye of Terror was attracting him. This was a feeling that Guilliman had never stopped feeling since the Golden Crusade officially started.

After thinking for a long time, Guilliman suddenly stopped worrying. He classified everything he had just seen and heard as the impact of a strong psychic environment on a person's mind, and then threw it behind him.

(End of this chapter)