Yo Yo! You must login or signup first!

'Why do I still live,' he snarled. 'What more do you want from me? I gave everything I had to you, to them. Look what they've made of our dream. This bloated, rotting carcass of an empire is driven not by reason and hope but by fear, hate and ignorance. Better that we had all burned in the fires of Horus' ambition than live to see this.' Even as he said it, Guilliman heard the lie in his words. Amongst his brothers, none had been more idealistic than Roboute Guilliman. None had envisioned a brighter future, not just for Mankind but also for the warriors of the Legiones Astartes. That flame of hope had been a part of him for as long as he had lived. Even now, as it was smothered by darkness and woe, Guilliman realised that his flame endured. 'There's hope still,' he told himself, turning back to the window and placing one armoured palm against it. He stared out at the work gangs, labouring to repair the damage of war, and the Ultramarines stood proud and determined upon the ramparts. They had been born into this dark millennium, and had known nothing but the hardship, suffering and despair of unending conflict. Yet still they struggled on unbowed, despite the countless enemies ranged against them. Guilliman had seen a better age, one of hope and triumph. What right had he, a superhuman son of the Emperor himself, to show any less strength and courage than his followers born in darkness? Guilliman had seen what Humanity could achieve. Moreover, he knew what fruits Cawl's labours had borne beneath the surface of Mars. He believed that a better future for the Imperium was still possible. But only if those who tormented Mankind were first defeated. 'All of this misery,' said Guilliman. 'All of this suffering and pain. It is not the doing of Humanity, but of those who have betrayed us. Too long have the pawns of Chaos dictated our species' fate. That must end.' Guilliman felt new strength fill him. Inspired by it, the Primarch took his pain, and his desolation, and locked them away deep within his mind. But his rage he kept. That, he would have use for. Later there would be time to mourn, to reason, to plan anew. Now was the time to fight, and to make his father's enemies pay for every horror they had inflicted upon the Imperium.

You keep posting the first paragraph of Guilliman's speech and forget the rest shows he loves the Im...


Uploaded by Reddit Moments Mar 17, 2025 at 09:21PM EDT

Share Pin Download More

Origin Entry: Warhammer 40,000

File type: png

Resolution: (710px x 594px)

File size: 87.8 KB


"You see, you can just give this kind of thing to men, and they will be thrilled."
D
View All 12,911 Images


More:

0
0

Warhammer 40,000 - You keep posting the first paragraph of Guilliman's speech and forget the rest shows he loves the Im...

PROTIP: Press the ← and → keys to navigate the gallery, 'g' to view the gallery, or 'r' to view a random image.


◄ Previous View Gallery Random Image Next ►

More:


+ Add a Comment

Comments (0)

There are no comments currently available.

Display Comments

Add a Comment


+ Add an Image

Image Details

49 views (3 from today)

Uploaded Mar 17, 2025 at 09:21PM EDT

Origin Entry

Warhammer 40,000

Source

Reddit

Tags

r/grimdank, warhammer 40000, warhammer 40k, reddit, grim dank, warhammer memes, 40k meme, games workshop

Claim Authorship Edit History
Textile Embed