Guilliman thought about many things and spoke extensively with Rogal Dorn.
He spoke of many things only they had experienced together, but Rogal Dorn directly dismissed all of it.
Because in these ten thousand years, Rogal Dorn had been deceived by Khorne's various lies.
He knew very well that as a Chaos Gods of the Warp, Khorne could even deduce his thoughts through subtle details.
Trying to verify if the person in front of him was Guilliman by using memories and their past interactions as Primarchs was destined to fail; he had suffered losses in that regard before.
Rogal Dorn no longer bothered with Guilliman, but instead sat cross-legged on the sofa with his hands clasped.
It was this action that made him seem to discover something amiss.
That was, although Khorne had tried everything in the past ten thousand years, he had never tried to create a sofa.
The soft sofa made Rogal Dorn acutely aware of something wrong; this was not something Khorne could have done, which meant he might actually have been rescued.
Freedom and being rescued—how luxurious a thought was that?
Rogal Dorn, somewhat dazed, subtly turned his head to glance at Guilliman, who was deep in thought, wondering how to make his good brother believe him.
At this moment, Guilliman was still pacing inside the cruiser, pondering how to make his brother believe him.
However, no matter how he thought, he couldn't come up with an effective method.
The torment Dorn had endured was simply too immense and tragic, so he couldn't imagine how to make his brother believe that he had been rescued.
Looking at Guilliman's almost lifelike eyes and demeanor, Rogal Dorn felt something even stranger.
Khorne was indeed a god of war, a blood god, but such subtleties were not his forte.
He couldn't create something so delicate; this was Slaanesh's domain, this was Tzeentch's domain.
The most direct things Khorne had done were constantly shouting 'Blood for the blood god!' or corrupting him through various means, but he would absolutely not create a scene of brotherly warmth that was so lifelike.
Rogal Dorn's heart wavered slightly, but it was just a slight tremor.
If not for his firm will and inner strength, he wouldn't have been able to persevere for so long.
Rogal Dorn, who should have been corrupted by Khorne long ago, only wavered slightly, but his core remained steadfast.
Guilliman didn't know any of this, but even if he did, it wouldn't matter.
After all, he still didn't know how to persuade his brother.
Perhaps his father needed to intervene personally?
As soon as this thought appeared, Guilliman affirmed it.
That must be it; his father must intervene for Rogal Dorn to believe he had been rescued.
Otherwise, even if Zeke returned, it would be useless, as he wasn't the heir of House Yaeger ten thousand years ago.
Thinking of this, Guilliman quickly pulled out a small effigy of the Emperor of Mankind from his embrace.
There was no other way; Zeke's cruiser didn't have such an item, and he wouldn't even allow his own statues to be placed on his troops' ships, so Guilliman had no choice but to bring an effigy of the Emperor of Mankind himself.
The appearance of the effigy of the Emperor of Mankind made Rogal Dorn even more shaken as he watched.
This was not something Khorne, that crude and warlike god, could do.
Even to corrupt him, Khorne would not do such a thing; he could not simulate the Emperor of Mankind's effigy.
Rogal Dorn's heart became even more unsettled; he was leaning towards believing that the one before him was truly his brother, Roboute Guilliman.
However, at this moment, Roboute Guilliman had no leisure to pay attention to his brother; he was praying to the effigy of the Emperor of Mankind in his hand.
Beep beep beep — beep beep beep —
A psychic communication was sent directly to the Emperor of Mankind. Since it was his son's prayer, the Emperor of Mankind still had priority to receive it.
Just because he was socially anxious and found it hard to speak didn't mean he lacked humanity or didn't care about his children at all.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have given the Space Marines technology to The Raven king to develop his super Raven Guard.
The Emperor of Mankind, who was solemnly putting away the psychic entity provided by Zeke in the Warp, received the Warp communication from Guilliman.
The Emperor of Mankind shifted his gaze to Zeke's cruiser.
"So fast!"
Looking at the cruiser speeding forward at millions of light-years per second, the old man, the Emperor of Mankind, felt his mouth water.
If only he had such a fast cruiser, that would be great, but soon he shook his head, pushing that thought out of his mind.
What did he need this for? He'd rather be a homebody and play games; that was the life he wanted.
He truly couldn't endure being the Emperor of Mankind for another second.
When the sky falls, the tall ones bear it.
Zeke was out, so why should he still be the Emperor of the Imperium of Man?
The Emperor of Mankind quickly shook off the idea of continuing to work and then redirected his attention to the astropathic message sent by his son.
With just one glance, he saw Rogal Dorn.
Then he quickly discovered Zeke and Khorne battling in the Warp.
The Emperor of Mankind swiftly pieced together how Rogal Dorn had been freed.
Need he say? It was clearly Zeke who rescued him.
And during the rescue, Zeke was clearly discovered by Khorne, so the two were now engaged in a great battle in the Warp.
Then, his gaze towards Khorne burned with fury.
Suddenly feeling that his idea was correct, his gaze towards Khorne grew even angrier; he wanted to go beat Khorne.
But he quickly suppressed that thought and looked at his child, Dorn.
A very complex emotion arose in the Emperor of Mankind's heart; he felt pain for his son, who had endured ten thousand years of torment, yet he had been completely unaware.
This matter made the Emperor of Mankind feel extremely guilty; his thoughts were very delicate, but as the master of mankind, he had simply been unable to express them before.
After Zeke emerged, the Emperor of Mankind's humanity had completely gained the upper hand; his divinity began to be gradually erased with Zeke's assistance.
The Emperor of Mankind made his choice before deciding whether to first beat Khorne or first make his child realize he had been rescued.
He chose to rescue his child first, and after his child recovered from this, then he would go beat Khorne.
Although it might mean he wouldn't be able to fight Khorne, it didn't matter.
Khorne clearly couldn't defeat Zeke.
Just as the Emperor of Mankind had said when bringing back the Primarchs one by one, he was willing to give his children the same love; he had always loved his children.
The Emperor of Mankind merely cherished another look at the psychic entity Zeke had used to plug the golden throne, then solemnly placed this psychic entity back.
If he couldn't go out freely, then he wouldn't; comforting his son was the priority!