The Saint had repeatedly warned and instructed him to keep a close eye on these God Chosen.
Whenever an important moment arrived, he was to issue quests to restrain their behavior.
Otherwise, they really would dare to perform a 'big bird spin' in public to gain the attention of the Imperial citizens.
Such behavior was incomprehensible to Dante.
He felt that these God Chosen completely disregarded things like their reputation.
"Sometimes, putting on a mask is often taking off a mask."
The Saint had once explained this to Dante.
Dante didn't understand the meaning of this sentence but had always followed it.
This time, he was so preoccupied with meeting the Primarch that he forgot about this matter.
Dante quickly took out his data slate, rapidly edited a quest, and then clicked publish.
[Quest: Speak and Act with Caution.
Lion El'Jonson, the Primarch of the First Legion, has just returned. He is full of confusion about the current state of the Imperium. Please pay attention to your image in front of him—]
To make these God Chosen behave, Dante even offered several precious Holy Relics as rewards to the Players with the best performance.
The Players saw this quest immediately.
"We told you to behave, but you wouldn't listen. You have no proper form; even the NPCs can't stand it."
"The realism of this game is truly astonishing; we're actually being disliked."
"They dare to dislike the Fourth Scourge; it's truly defying the heavens."
"I still wanted to challenge the big cat in Leman Russ's name."
"You should have drawn your sword and charged just now."
The Players complained incessantly but still honestly accepted the quest.
Dante and Lion El'Jonson were both important NPCs, and their favor was very important.
It concerned the distribution of important artifacts in future major campaigns.
As long as the relationship was good, there would be no shortage of equipment and funds.
Look at Little Fatty; he buttered up Cawl so much.
He got various black technologies at a discount, or even for free, though they would occasionally explode.
(Cawl: "I don't understand this world either. Someone is rushing to be a test subject and even wants to give me money!!")
"Who are they?" Lion El'Jonson looked at the well-behaved Players and asked Dante.
"They are the God Chosen created by your father, who have descended into this world to save humanity—" Dante explained the identity of the God Chosen to the Primarch.
"My father!" Lion El'Jonson had only recently awakened and learned about the Imperium's current state from his followers.
The Imperium, as it was now, had deviated from his father's original vision.
The light of science and reason was gone.
Only ignorance and superstition remained, turning it into a lifeless, decaying, bloated corpse.
His father was also treated as a god, with temples dedicated to him everywhere.
Lion El'Jonson was originally furious about this.
He believed that the existence of the Ecclesiarchy was the greatest mockery of the Emperor's dream.
If the Emperor were to awaken, the first thing he would eliminate would surely be the Ecclesiarchy.
But now, what in the world were the God Chosen??
He learned from Dante that these God Chosen could not only resurrect but also ignore the corruption of the Chaos Gods.
Father, when you display such great power, what difference is there between you and a god!!
Damn it, have even you started to slack off and prepare to admit you are a god?
Now that I'm back, I must set everything back on track.
Many thoughts flashed through Lion El'Jonson's mind.
But after a moment, he suppressed these thoughts.
"Let's go, meet your brother." Dante spoke.
"My brother?" Lion El'Jonson frowned, showing surprise.
"Yes, you have a brother walking in the world." Dante nodded.
"Sanguinius?" Lion El'Jonson asked.
The smile on Dante's face froze, "I apologize, my father still lingers on the other side of death, and I do not know when he will return."
"I apologize." Lion El'Jonson realized he had spoken inappropriately and sincerely apologized to Dante, "By the way, who is my returned brother?"
"It is Lord Guilliman. He has awakened from the stasis field, returned to Terra, and launched the Indomitus Crusade. He is currently sweeping away the various Chaos forces in the galaxy."
"He will surely be delighted to see you."
Dante's words made Lion El'Jonson's face show excitement.
When he first awoke, seeing the state of the Imperium, he was utterly despairing.
Dante's arrival made him realize that the Imperium still existed, the Imperium of Man was still resisting the Chaos Gods, and most importantly,
Guilliman had also returned; he was not alone.
As for the curses against Guilliman earlier, please automatically ignore them.
Lion El'Jonson wouldn't truly want Guilliman to die; he simply wanted to find someone to blame for the current state of the Imperium.
As the Regent, Guilliman was responsible for the Astartes Codex. What's wrong with cursing him a bit!!
Guilliman was disliked by his other brothers, but his operational skills were so good that even Horus would give him a thumbs up.
He even publicly said that given enough time, Guilliman could defeat any enemy with an endless supply of Ultramarines.
At that time, Guilliman would be stationed on Terra, responsible for logistics and operations,
And he would lead the army to sweep across the galaxy.
A strong alliance, to create new glory.
As for going on campaigns with Guilliman, that wouldn't be necessary.
Lion El'Jonson still couldn't forget how, on Macragge, he could easily defeat Konrad Curze, the Night Lords, by himself,
But with Guilliman, they were almost double-killed by the opponent.
It wasn't that Guilliman was weak;
It was simply that the two of them didn't get along, and easily lost their minds and acted rashly.
"Is he on the ship too? Why hasn't he come to see me?" Lion El'Jonson asked excitedly.
"He is not here. He is fighting tens of thousands of light-years away from us." Dante explained.
Lion El'Jonson froze. Tens of thousands of light-years away??
Then how would they meet?
Or had Guilliman mastered psychic powers comparable to Magnus, able to ignore spatial distances to communicate with him?
"Let's go." Dante urged.
"No." Lion El'Jonson shook his head, "I cannot leave here to find Guilliman tens of thousands of light-years away. Kagas and the neighboring worlds need my help."
"You don't need to leave Kagas." Dante explained, "Lord, you just need to go to the Imperial Glory. There, you can contact your brother."
"Don't need to leave?? Has Guilliman mastered super psychic powers?"
Lion El'Jonson asked.
"No—" Dante shook his head, "The Primarch hasn't mastered any psychic powers. It's simply that the Imperial Glory has an instant communication device that allows you to talk to Lord Guilliman, who is tens of thousands of light-years away."
Lion El'Jonson's eyes widened, as if he had heard something incredible.
"You mean you have mastered technology that allows instant communication across the entire galaxy without using psychic powers?"
Zabriel and the other Fallen Angels also looked at each other in dismay.
Dante's words were even more shocking than the Prince of Pleasure kissing the God of Plague!!
Dante nodded proudly, "All of this is due to the wisdom of the Saint. He is your father's earthly incarnation, a pure and flawless angel."
"The Saint?" Lion El'Jonson frowned.
"Yes, the Saint." Dante nodded, "Those God Chosen also came with the Saint."
The news revealed by Dante stirred up waves in Lion El'Jonson's heart.
He looked at the metal wings behind Dante. According to Zabriel, over the past ten thousand years, the Imperium's technology had not only not advanced but had fallen behind considerably.
By observing the current state of the Kagas world, Lion El'Jonson agreed with this statement.
But from Dante's appearance, this statement seemed to be unfounded. "Let's go, Lord. The Imperium has changed a lot, but you have enough time to understand."
Dante invited Lion El'Jonson to board the Imperial Glory.
Even though they were mentally prepared,
When Lion El'Jonson and the others boarded the Imperial Glory, they were still shocked by the various technologies on board.
The interior of the Imperial Glory was entirely shaped from high-strength nanotech active metal, possessing powerful deformation capabilities, able to change at any time according to needs.
Looking at the moving metal corridors and stairs, Lion El'Jonson and the others' eyes widened, feeling as if they had entered a magical world.
"This is called technology not progressing?"
Lion El'Jonson looked at Zabriel with questioning eyes.
In the 30th millennium, there was no such technology!!
Even the Imperial Dream, which his father rode, did not have it.
Zabriel expressed his grievance; he didn't know how this happened either!!
Besides the shock brought by the new technology, Lion El'Jonson also noticed the crew members' eyes.
Each pair was very bright, full of hope and expectation, completely different from the people of the Kagas world.
The eyes of the people on the Kagas world had a gloom, full of uncertainty and unease about the future.
Lion El'Jonson and the others were led by Dante to a spacious communication room.
As the quantum device hummed, static-like beams of light danced in the air, outlining a glowing screen.
A giant wearing a weeping mask and with pure white wings on his back appeared in the light screen.
"Sanguinius??"
The moment he saw the Saint,
Lion El'Jonson, who had been trying to maintain his composure, cried out.
Hadn't Sanguinius died?
When he arrived on Terra after the Horus Heresy, he had personally seen his corpse!
Zabriel and the other Fallen Angels also widened their eyes, unable to believe what they were seeing.
"I apologize, I am not Sanguinius." The giant removed his mask, revealing a face that was equally handsome but distinctly different from Sanguinius.
It was Alex, who had received the news and was waiting for the communication to begin.
"This is the Saint, your father's earthly incarnation and spokesman." Dante took the opportunity to explain, "Currently, the Saint and Lord Guilliman are governing the Imperium together."
"They have jointly launched the Indomitus Crusade, solely to bring the Imperium back on track."
"The Saint?" Lion El'Jonson's tone was full of doubt.
He didn't quite believe in this so-called'Saint,' thinking it might be the work of the Chaos Gods.
But considering his current position, Lion El'Jonson did not openly express this doubt.
"It seems the news from Kagas is true; Lion El'Jonson has indeed returned to the Imperium."
Alex looked up and down at the aged, white-haired Lion El'Jonson.
The once spirited First Primarch was now also white-haired, and Alex felt a pang of melancholy.
"Saint." Lion El'Jonson also observed the Saint, pondering the other party's special identity.
"Cortana, contact Guilliman and tell him to get online as quickly as possible. There's a very important matter that needs his discussion and decision."
After confirming it was indeed Lion El'Jonson, Alex wasted no time and immediately ordered Cortana to contact Guilliman.
A moment later, Guilliman appeared in the projection.
"Saint, is there something important? I'm busy fighting here!!"
Guilliman shouted as soon as he appeared.
After shouting, he noticed that this communication had an additional white-haired old man.
Who was this old man!!
Guilliman looked at the old man in front of him, feeling very familiar, but he just couldn't remember who he was for a moment.
Lion El'Jonson looked at Guilliman, who looked almost the same as in the 30th millennium, perhaps just a bit more tired, and felt jealousy.
Alright, he threw aside his earlier thoughts of brotherly affection; he wanted to beat this guy up again.
"Lion El'Jonson?" Guilliman showed surprise and doubt on his face. He recognized some familiar features but wasn't sure.
"Long time no see, Guilliman." Lion El'Jonson said.
Guilliman's eyes widened, "You're really Lion El'Jonson! My goodness, how did you get so old?"
"People always get old." Lion El'Jonson said.
Guilliman was speechless; he couldn't accept it.
His memory of Lion El'Jonson still lingered on the handsome man with short golden hair from ten thousand years ago.
"So much has changed." Guilliman was a bit melancholic, "Even you have changed your appearance."
"Yes." Lion El'Jonson was also a bit melancholic.
Ten thousand years had passed in a flash; everything was different.
Alex didn't speak.
The two Primarchs hadn't seen each other in ten thousand years; they had too much to say.
After half an hour, the two Primarchs emerged from the joy of their reunion and the melancholy of changed circumstances. Alex seized the opportunity to discuss serious matters, sharing all his gains during this period with the two Primarchs.
Upon learning that the Jagged Question Mark and other mysterious organizations were helping the Orks, intending to restore them to their former strength, the two Primarchs also frowned.
"The emergence of the Great Rift has changed many things." Alex looked around at the two Primarchs, "For humanity, it is an unprecedented test. We must cooperate sincerely to overcome this difficulty."
"Sometimes, being open and honest allows for closer cooperation."
"Those words are very true. Father concealed everything and bore the burden alone, which allowed the Chaos Gods to take advantage." Guilliman nodded, agreeing with Alex's words.
After ending the communication, a smile appeared on Alex's face.
A golden light screen appeared.
[Quest: Lion El'Jonson Returns, Completed. Related rewards have been issued. Please go to the shrine to claim them.]
The quest for the Primarchs' return had been issued long ago.
But Alex had only completed one, Guilliman's quest.
Now, with Lion El'Jonson's return, another one was completed.
As for the other Primarchs, except for Sanguinius, who might be a bit difficult, the others should just be a matter of persistent effort.
Chogoris in the Webway, the Wolf King searching for the Fruit of Life, Vulkan, who was smithing somewhere unknown, and the Raven King staking out Lorgar.
They just needed to be found.
At this moment, a voice interrupted Alex's thoughts.
"Saint."
Alex looked over and saw a soldier in military uniform, standing at the door and saluting.
"Is there anything?" Alex asked.
"We have arrived at Horkenved. The Night Lords have taken control of this world and are attacking us."
"These traitors not only refuse to surrender but dare to fight back!!" Alex smiled, "Then let them disappear completely. Order all units to attack and eliminate evil completely."