Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation Chapter 164

  Chapter 164 The Current Situation of the Emperor (for subscription)

  Guilliman's voice was firm and powerful, full of majesty.

   Like a thousand cannons roaring at the same time, it spread throughout the battlefield, allowing every soldier with a weapon to hear clearly.

   "Fight for the Lord of Ultramar, fight for the Holy Emperor."

   Sicarius, who was standing beside the Primarch, roared immediately.

  The power sword in his hand made a crackling sound immediately.

  With superb swordsmanship, easily kill those demons and thugs.

  The Grand Marshal of the Black Templar-Amarich, Inquisitor Grey, and many imperial heroes who followed the Primarch to Terra also uttered battle cries.

   They march forward in array, invincible.

  In front of the imperial troops with high morale, those demons were easily crushed like ants.

   Those disgusting limbs were reduced to powder in the face of incomparable power, and were completely wiped away.

  Some fighters from the Dark Angels Chapter who had completed the original casting upgrade also joined the expedition fleet.

   Their appearance represents the will of the Grand Master Azrael.

  The Dark Angels Chapter is firmly on the Primarch's side.

   Plus Space Wolves, White Scars, Raven Guard and more.

  Guilliman has the support of a large number of mother groups.

   This is a symbol, and it also represents an unimaginably powerful force held by Guilliman.

  The mother group has an unimaginable appeal to the sub-group.

  The recognition of Guilliman by the parent group also means that a large number of subgroups have recognized Guilliman.

  The Imperial Fist Chapter who went to BetGarmon, and the Iron Hand Chapter had already sworn allegiance to Guilliman.

   It can be said that more than 80% of the battle groups in the entire empire are in the hands of the imperial regent - Guilliman.

  In the territory of the empire, he is already the out-and-out uncrowned king.

  Even the imperial guards have to admit that today, when the emperor sits on the golden throne, many primarchs are missing and their whereabouts are unknown.

  Guilliman is already the actual ruler of the empire.

   It can even be said to be the master of the second generation of humans, the new emperor of humans.

   No human force can shake his position.

  On the battlefield, countless imperial heroes stepped out of the beam of light.

   They formed a battle formation and launched a counter-charge against the demons and thugs.

  The Astral Army corps armed to the teeth kept pouring out their firepower.

  Combined with the high-altitude bombing, the human counterattack is no longer something demons and thugs can stop.

  Faced with the violent firepower of human beings, the demon army that was originally aggressive and wanted to enter the palace was quickly smashed to pieces.

  The grand, long, inspiring hymn is still going on.

  The singing strengthens the human side, and constantly weakens the demon.

  The blood **** domain was shattered little by little.

  The scarlet in the sky is slowly fading, gradually returning to normal.

  The strength of the demon also decreased.

   Being efficiently slaughtered by many imperial heroes.

  In Terra's low-Earth orbit, Celestine's Emperor's Glory is constantly releasing the Emperor's power.

  Countless believers sang together, their wills gathered together, and through the transformation of the lighthouse, they formed a force capable of confronting the blood **** domain.

   This is a miracle.

  For those ordinary people, this is an out-and-out miracle.

  The Arks of the National Church wandering in the solar system are all approaching the ship where Celestine is.

  Blood-stained and full of wounds, the Painful Flagellant wailed loudly, weeping with emotion for being able to witness such a holy sight.

  Those devout priests were on all fours, piously kneeling on the ground, begging the God-Emperor for salvation, singing the praises of the saint and the great Primarch.

  Their emotions of praying to the Emperor are also collected by the lighthouse, thus converging into a more powerful force.

   This force overwhelms the demons on Terra, making them fight the human forces under heavy pressure, which puts them at a great disadvantage.

  Under various unfavorable circumstances, the Great Demon was quickly defeated in the siege.

  They are powerful.

   Space Marines who can undergo Primaris upgrades are not weak either.

   Some fighters have even awakened and began to master the powerful boost brought by Guilliman's Heart, embarking on a true demigod path.

   This is an incomparably powerful force, allowing them to far exceed the past, and hopefully become the most powerful human warriors.

   This is Guilliman's gift.

  A new and unprecedented technology.

  Besieged by Gray Knights, Primaris Space Marines and Sisters of Silence.

  The big demons burning with black fire fell one after another.

  They waved their weapons in vain, trying to hold out longer under the siege of the Gray Knights, Primaris Space Marines.

  However, in the face of overwhelming force superiority.

  They can't do much at all.

   One by one they were deported back.

   Angron was trampled under by Guilliman, and could only let out a helpless roar.

   This is a great shame.

   But he can't do anything.

  After ten thousand years, he thought that he had surpassed Guilliman who had been sleeping all this time.

   He didn't know how wrong he was until now.

  He was no match for Guilliman at all.

  Being defeated by the opponent so easily, and being trampled underfoot, humiliated to the extreme.

  The great demon who was still invincible just now was quickly wiped out.

   Under the bombardment of countless artillery fires, their huge bodies fell overwhelmed, making a loud rumbling noise, and exuding a poisonous **** smell.

  The low-level demons and thugs fled in all directions when they saw this scene.

   The carnival is over, and what follows is a **** and brutal killing.

  The Empire will show no mercy.

  Anyone who tried to push the Empire to ruin will pay a heavy price for it.

  Thousands of troops filled the gaps in the defenses and pushed beyond the Lions Gate.

  Demons and thugs were crushed to pieces before the torrent of steel.

  Buildings were recovered and cleaned up.

  Those thugs had nowhere to escape. Even if they hid in abandoned buildings, they would be pulled out one by one and shot dead in public.

  Their bodies were piled together and cremated together.

  Those buildings distorted by subspace and covered by chaotic flesh and blood returned to normal after being purified by the flamethrower, but they inevitably became scorched black.

   On the other side, under the watchful eyes of countless imperial soldiers, the Primarch Angron was pushed onto the execution stand.

   This is Guilliman's order.

  He will personally execute Angron and announce his return.

  For some special reasons, Guilliman did not use the Emperor's Sword to completely annihilate Angron's soul.

  A living Angron is more in line with his planning needs.

   Time to have some fun with the demons of the Warp.

  No one can deny the power of Chaos.

   But they are not omnipotent.

   Or nothing is omnipotent.

  Any existence that claims to have this characteristic is, without exception, a liar.

  The universe is evolving, everything came into existence from scratch, and even the truth itself is constantly changing, collapsing, and reshaping.

  The concept of omnipotence is relative, and it does not really exist.

  The Chaos Gods are in charge of the kingdom located in the subspace, and they have countless demons serving them.

  It can also affect the real universe, and countless wars broke out because of them.

   Ignorant people regard it as an invincible god, fear it, and dare not have any contact with it, for fear that they will go astray.

  Guilliman didn't care much, the subspace couldn't corrupt him, so he was naturally fearless.

  He knew that the Chaos gods were not as united as the world imagined.

   Those demons are actually full of contradictions, and there is no communication and trust between them.

   There is no doubt that Angron is a good breakthrough.

  As long as one of them can be pried, they can be plunged into chaos, fighting each other constantly, with no time to take care of the real universe.

   This is not Guilliman's delusion, the power of chaos has been fighting for countless years on the eternal battlefield.

   They hate each other more than they hate humans.

  Among the two options of killing humans or killing their subspace companions who are also powerful forces of chaos, they will choose the latter without hesitation.

  The history of human birth is less than a fraction of the history of the universe.

   The power of chaos will not care about a small and short-lived species at all.

   They just see it as part of their game.

  Eternal Battlefield is a part, and the real universe is also a part.

   Human beings are chosen by them not because of human potential. Nor are humans special.

   But in this era, human activities are the most frequent.

  For this reason, they selected human beings to fight and confront in the universe, as part of pleasing them.

  Human beings are pawns used by the gods for fun.

  But chess pieces can sometimes become chess players.

  As long as you can grasp the opponent's weakness, you can guide the opponent to achieve your goal.

  On the high platform, Guilliman raised the battle ax blessed by the Gray Knights. He was going to decide Angron himself, which was even more shocking.

   Angron was firmly bound by countless iron chains.

  His head was firmly pressed on the execution platform by a mechanical device, just like an ancient death row prisoner.

"It stands to reason that a slave should not enjoy the treatment of being personally executed by the Regent of the Empire, but who told you that I was once a brother! I know you will not die, Angron, and you will be reborn in the subspace. But I don't care A coward who dare not resist has nothing to scare people. You dare not resist Khorne, you dare not resist Lorgar, you dare not resist me, you will only cowardly hide in the subspace, away from my sight .In that case, you are no different from death to me."

  Angron's eyes were bursting with anger, and the unspeakable anger made him howl.

  He could tell that Guilliman was humiliating him.

   But now, there was nothing he could do but endure such humiliation.

  Guilliman swung his ax and slashed at Angron's head. The head with flaming demon horns fell to the ground with a loud noise.

   After rolling a few times, the black flame covering the head gradually disappeared, leaving only the hideous head with the Butcher's Nail implanted.

  A glorious veteran next to him raised his head, then raised the power sword in his hand, and let out a roar.

  The people watching in the audience also cheered excitedly.

   They looked at the noble, holy Primarch with piety and fanaticism in their eyes.

  In the first two hours, they were in despair, wondering whether the palace would fall today, and whether the empire that had stood for thousands of years would just fall apart.

   Now, they have swept away the demons, and all enemies who tried to stop them have been destroyed.

   It was all because of the arrival of Guilliman that the desperate situation of the battle was reversed drastically.

   "Regent." The veteran held Angron's head in front of Guilliman.

   "Throw up," Guilliman said.

  The honor veteran showed a hint of joy, and he threw Angron's head into the sky as ordered by the Primarch.

  Guilliman raised his other hand. Wearing the gauntlet of the ruling hand on it.

   Explosive shells sprayed out, intertwined into a barrage, smashing Angron's head to pieces.

   "Hang up his headless body and tell everyone that traitors do not deserve forgiveness," Guilliman said.

  Guilliman took a look at the advancement of the front line. It will take a few weeks to completely restore the former glory.

   Those thugs and demons need to be completely cleared, only in this way can a brand new Terra be rebuilt on the ruins.

  Guilliman turned and walked off the high platform, while Valanor, who was supported by others, stood under the stage.

   Before the other party could speak, Guilliman directly stated his purpose.

   "I'm going to meet my father in the throne room."

   "Understood, Lord Regent." Valano nodded.

  After the performance just now, Valanor has a preliminary understanding of the powerful appeal and power of this Primarch.

  No power can stop him anymore.

there is none left.

   Unless the Emperor stepped down from his golden throne, nothing could stop Guilliman from doing anything.

  In that case, it is better to be obedient.

   In that case, there may be room for negotiation.

   A few minutes later, a ready hovering airship docked in front of Guilliman.

  The distance from Lions Gate to the throne room of the Imperial Palace is not short, and it is impossible to walk.

  Guilliman selected a few entourages, led by the imperial army, boarded the hovering airship, and headed for the depths of the palace.

  The vehicle took the Primarch out of the Lion's Gate area and entered the inner court area of ​​the palace.

  There are hundreds of millions of asylum civilians staying here, and they are the lucky ones.

   Before the demonic invasion showed signs, they had already fled to the palace.

  They were all praying, hoping to get the protection of the Emperor.

  The arrival of Guilliman made them extremely excited.

  These people cheered Guilliman's name and watched the hovercraft fly towards the palace.

  They raised their voices in prayer, hoping that the Emperor would give him enlightenment to guide mankind, and save them from endless suffering.

   Along the way, hundreds of millions of eyes watched the Primarch and his party gradually penetrate into the heart of the Emperor's Realm.

  Guilliman didn't care much about this.

  He has long been accustomed to people's fanaticism.

   Occasionally he would smile and wave in response to the zealots.

  Most of the time, he stood silently on the aircraft.

   Immerse your mind in your mind.

   Talk to your own golden finger, the assistant elf.

  At this time, he is checking the completion of the second phase of the task.

  【To control Terra, to control the authority of the empire, as the home planet of mankind, to control this place has extraordinary symbolic significance. 】

   At this point, the task has been completed.

  【Congratulations to the host, the second-stage database has been opened, you can read relevant technical knowledge, and the subspace firewall technology you are most concerned about also has calculation drafts of concepts and data models. 】

  The voice of the auxiliary elf echoed in Guilliman's mind.

   "It's finally unlocked."

  Guilliman had a thought of relief.

  The subspace firewall is very important, and it is related to him, and even the future of the entire human race.

   In this dark universe.

  Humanity has fallen into a dilemma.

  The warp is the source of many human sufferings.

  But it is also an important foundation for human existence.

  Warspace is the world of unreal things like emotions and dreams.

  The human soul can get nourishment from the illusory world of the warp.

  In a sense, the human soul is rooted in the subspace, just like a plant absorbs the nutrition of the subspace to grow and evolve.

  The same goes for any race with a soul, except for the soulless Necrons.

  Like leeks sown in the subspace, with the advancement of civilization, the fluctuations in the subspace will gradually become stronger and brighter.

  It is impossible for humans to completely abandon the subspace.

  Without the Warp, the Empire would collapse in no time.

  The human soul will gradually become weak, and finally die completely.

  The space necromancer's exorcism dead zone has a very vicious effect, that is, to isolate the connection between subspace and all life.

  Once a human being enters the death zone of exorcising spirits, the whole body will be weak and mentally weak, and the severe one will die suddenly.

  The Emperor has long predicted the tragedy of mankind.

  Human souls grow rapidly in the subspace, but they have no means to protect themselves.

   It's like a field of leeks, which are about to mature and become thick and big.

   But this leek field doesn't even have a fence.

  The demons were naturally ecstatic, waving their sickles and preparing for a feast.

  The Webway Project is largely about building a fence to keep demons out and protect human evolution.

   Unfortunately, this plan failed.

  Guilliman's subspace firewall is also to build a fence to keep demons out.

   Of course, his plan is not the same as the Emperor's plan.

  The Emperor wants to replace the Warp with the Webway.

  Guilliman's subspace firewall plan is to build a subspace with only human area network.

  A true subspace is like a large, unlimited Internet.

   All races, all life can land.

As long as you have a soul, you can resonate with the subspace, you can log into the subspace, learn various mysterious spells, or glimpse those ancient histories, and communicate with all kinds of strange things to expand your knowledge , or use those existences to complete their own transactions.

  Many psykers, wizards, or some messy people who can connect to the warp are easily bewitched by demons when they hang out in the warp.

  Those demons pretended to give some benefits, pretending to be good brothers, guides, and mentors, to deceive those fools into trusting them.

   When the time is right, they will speak ill of various emperors and empires, and advocate concepts such as democracy and freedom.

  These people without the ability to discern raised the banner of anti-emperor in outrage.

  Looking like he would risk his life, he vigorously launched a movement against the dictatorship and the emperor.

  On the day of his death, he realized that he had been fooled by others.

  People advocate those things purely for harvesting souls.

  After these idiots were cheated, they still wanted to condemn those demons with righteous indignation, but found that being eaten alive by those demons was not enough, and the other party even said something mockingly.

   "Although you already have nothing, you were spurned by the emperor, played by the gods, and ended your life so tragically, but you have gained freedom."

  Guilliman's subspace firewall is to isolate it and establish a regional network subspace that only humans can log in, and it is no longer connected to the outside.

   Circle most of the people who don't have the ability to discern, so that they can live a normal life without being influenced and bewitched by chaos.

  A few capable people can go beyond the firewall, roam in the real subspace, explore the movement of many demons in the subspace, observe their growth and changes, and build walls without being complacent.

  The subspace firewall was listed as a top priority item by Guilliman.

  Recovering the dark side of the empire is not as important as this plan. Once completed, human beings will have the ability to protect themselves in subspace.

   In other words, it means that humans have obtained the basic disk.

  Relying on the firewall, the human empire can attack when advancing, and defend when retreating.

   There is no need for the ignorant and ignorant people to think that they are fighters for democracy, angels of peace, rebelling with one muscle, and want to overthrow the dictator, the Emperor, after being deceived by a few words.

  The devil is full of oil just watching the human fight.

   Of course, now the Great Rift has appeared.

   Demons and traitors can appear in the real universe more easily.

  If you directly announce your plan, it will definitely be destroyed by demons and thugs.

   If you don't play tricks, you may not be able to complete the firewall plan.

  After taking charge of Terra, Guilliman plans to launch several more projects to confuse the public and confuse the enemy.

  For example, get some technology to repair the network road, create a group of warriors who can kill demons, send people to explore the road of different universes, etc.

  These plans all have a certain degree of urgency and necessity. If these plans can be successfully implemented, humans will be able to gain more initiative.

   For example, exploring paths to other universes could prepare the way for the Imperium of Man Escape.

   Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just in case.

   When losing, the strategy will be transferred to the strategy.

   There is no shame in losing, and if you don't die, you will have a chance to regain face and make a comeback.

  Not to mention the network road, this thing is like building a highway, it can be used after repairing it.

  If the Eldar can use it, so can humans.

  According to the teachings of the Emperor.

  Guilliman didn't plan to enter the web repair path on important planets like Terra and Mars.

  He looks for those remote galaxies, or directly builds webways in the void.

  He repaired paragraph by paragraph.

  One star sector is repaired to another star sector.

  If the repair is not good, it should be diverted from the enemy's sight.

  Fixed to also reduce the effect of warp storms on Imperial ships.

  The demons are very obstructive. If they can be expelled, they will be expelled. If not, they will be repaired in another place.

   Repair a little here, a little there, and after a long time, everything will be repaired.

  Guilliman has already made up his mind, resolutely not to follow the extreme approach of the Emperor.

  The emperor fights like a star.

  Opening a mine, pulling half-baked technology, just thinking about exploding troops.

  If this thing is slightly misoperated, it will be cold immediately, and there is no fault tolerance rate.

   This wave of soldiers must be powerful.

   But there is no electricity, no mines for logistics, and the planet under his command is full of public grievances.

  But the other party took a little bit of pressure and took a breather, but his own logistics couldn't handle it, and the galaxies under his command couldn't bear the oppression, and they all declared independence.

   After a while of prestige, I ended up GG.

  Guilliman intends to play it safe.

  First, the empire's ruling system has undergone a major shake-up to stabilize its own rule and ensure that its orders can be passed on to the bottom.

  Second, strengthen the research and development of science and technology, further strengthen human science and technology, and build a stronger army.

   Strengthening the national strength, even if there are mistakes, there is still a fault tolerance rate.

  As long as the firewall is 10%, the devil is just a disease of ringworm, and the human empire can easily handle it.

   After looking at the theoretical knowledge of the firewall, Guilliman settled down to check the technical knowledge of its second-stage database.

  More giant creations appear in the database.

   Even scientific and technological knowledge such as strong force materials are stored in the second-stage database.

   This is a good thing.

   It is well known that the densest and hardest material in the universe is the neutron star material.

  A spoonful of neutron star matter is one billion tons, and even the atomic nuclei are squeezed together.

  No matter what kind of material is used to forge, it is extremely strong.

   To use neutron star materials to forge things, the technological level of civilization needs to be extremely high.

  At this stage, the human empire simply cannot reach it.

  Strong force is a compensatory technique.

  Using the strong magnetic force possessed by the basic particles, all the atoms are forcibly arranged together to form an absolutely smooth plane.

  The material constructed in this way is also extremely strong, even steel is as fragile as tofu in front of it.

  High force material is definitely the top killer that can change the galaxy war.

  With this thing, Guilliman still has the confidence to face the top dynasty of the Necrons.

  The second-generation technology about super fighters is also included, biological engines, dark matter computers, etc. are all available. As long as you follow the steps, you can upgrade the Primordial Warriors again and get stronger bodies and brains.

  Guilliman relied on his super-powerful brain to quickly read the second-stage database.

  The knowledge in it is as vast as the ocean, and Guilliman can only take a rough look.

   Look for opportunities in the future, and then study slowly.

   The scientific and technological knowledge of the second-stage database is more advanced than that of the first-stage database.

  The basic theories in the microscopic field are getting deeper and deeper.

  This knowledge can enable the human empire to achieve better development.

  In addition to physical technology, the second-stage database also contains knowledge about subspace, soul, magic and other supernatural forces.

  Obviously, after civilization has developed to a certain level, the subspace is a hurdle that cannot be bypassed.

   After checking the knowledge of the database, Guilliman also gained confidence.

  This knowledge is enough to help the human empire build a subspace firewall.

   It can even analyze the network channel and reverse the technology, so as to realize the purpose of building the network channel.

  A large amount of material science knowledge can also promote the human lighthouse project.

  The Lighthouse Project is also very important.

  Once the promotion is successful, the dependence of human beings on subspace communication will be greatly reduced, and human beings will be able to communicate quickly and safely. Send message.

   It took a long time before Guilliman came to his senses amidst the cheers of the surrounding people.

  He raised his head and found that the outline of the palace had appeared on the horizon in the distance.

  The structure of the palace located on the hills gradually became clear.

  Among them, the most eye-catching one is the star torch that shoots out the splendor of piercing the clouds and breaking the sun.

  The anti-gravity hovercraft skimmed over the high wall and entered the palace avenue where the statues of the twelve saints stood.

  Those silent sculptures stood on the grand square, watching their group.

   Each frame of these sculptures is huge, comparable to an emperor-level Titan.

  Crossing the square, the hovering airship arrived at the palace.

  Guilliman looked up at the palace gate.

  Even if it was him, he seemed extremely small at this moment.

  The towering gate is carved with scenes of angels and demons fighting.

  When he got here, the hovering airship could no longer move forward, so he could only walk.

  Led by the Custodians, Guilliman passed through numerous magnificent arches and wonders.

  Finally, he came to the last arch.

   Pass through this door and you will arrive at the Emperor's Throne Hall.

  An ancient memory came to mind. Ten thousand years ago, when Guilliman arrived on Terra, the war had just ended.

  The Emperor was badly wounded and carried into the throne room by Custodians and Loyalists.

   After the Emperor, who was seriously injured, made his final entrustment to the loyal Primarchs, he sat on the Golden Throne. Since that day, He has never spoken again.

  Guilliman stood in front of the throne room gate.

  Some changes have occurred here and 10,000 years ago.

  The throne room is located in a solemn and solemn church.

  Guilliman looked around, and the changes here also revealed a little of the changes of human beings in the past ten thousand years.

  Ten thousand years ago, this place was very simple, and there were no buildings used to show its identity.

  Now, various sculptures are placed here, and countless long-burning candles are burning, releasing a faint fragrance and a strong smell of fireworks.

  Guilliman stared at the huge stained-glass windows that shone with golden light.

  The great achievements of the Emperor depicted above.

  He walked alone to the final portal.

  The melodious bell rang, resounding for dozens of miles.

  The suspended mechanical skull and cherubs are recording this great moment through the built-in device, and spreading it to the outside communication network.

  The entire Terra, the entire solar system is watching this moment.

   Hundreds of millions watched as the doors of the throne room opened silently.

  Through the slowly opened door, believers only glimpsed the deep darkness and the permeating white mist.

  The white mist wound around Guilliman's feet like a swarm of snakes, and spread to several steps behind the primarch.

   Guilliman took a deep breath.

  He will face his greatest test.

  The fate of mankind will also depend on today.

  He stepped into it, and the door slowly closed behind him.

  Even if you are mentally prepared.

  Guilliman still felt the horror and a trace of fear from the bottom of his heart for everything in the throne room.

  The size of the throne room is extremely large, filled with all kinds of machines.

  Steam pipes of seemingly endless length covered the floors and walls, tangling cables like dying serpents.

  The towering equipment is lined up in rows, with scales mixed with countless panels.

  Many thick pipes run through the ground and extend underground.

  The throne room is only the terminal of these devices, and the larger structure is located under the dungeon of the palace.

  Guilliman was able to glimpse the ambitions of the creators and the wisdom contained in these devices from these devices.

   The only pity is that none of them are running and are covered in dust.

   These devices have been abandoned.

  After the Emperor admitted that his webway plans had failed, these brilliant machines were shut down and left to gather dust.

  Guilliman walked in along these devices and arrived at the center of the throne room.

  In the center of this huge room, there is a strange golden structure.

   Several kilometers high.

  The whole body is inlaid with golden rune circuits.

  Relying on his own knowledge, Guilliman observed for a long time, and finally had to admit that he could not fully analyze the Golden Throne.

  The Emperor was more terrifying than he had imagined.

   You know, he has already activated the database of the second stage, and possesses the civilization knowledge enough to build a galaxy empire.

  But there is still no way to see through the operating mechanism and principle of the Golden Throne.

  The emperor was originally a golden throne built with his own wisdom.

   Around the golden throne, there are black metal coffins.

  Guilliman walked over these coffins, and the shriveled humans were placed inside these coffins.

  Among them were twelve or thirteen-year-old children, whose immature faces were full of pain and confusion.

   Guilliman felt palpitations.

  The souls of these people have been fragmented and sent to the golden throne as nutrients.

  Those black metal coffins are soul siphons, drawing out their souls, feeding the emperor, and letting him calm the out-of-control webway.

   This is a very desperate plan.

  No matter what the ending is, the future destiny of mankind is dark.

  Guilliman calculated that there are 10,000 coffins here, which means that the Emperor needs to kill 10,000 psykers every day.

   When the Emperor first ascended the Golden Throne, only a thousand psykers had to be burned.

   And now, He needs to burn ten thousand.

   What about after that?

  How many more does He need to burn?

   There will come a day when the number of psykers cannot support his consumption.

   Then, who should be burned?

  For the continuation of the Emperor, to burn those innocent people?

  The emperor has sheltered mankind for ten thousand years, which is beyond reproach.

  If there is no emperor, human beings may have perished in the age of long night, becoming a member of those ancient civilizations that were annihilated.

  Continuing on like this will only lead human beings to the abyss, and in the end it will be beyond redemption.

  The Emperor is becoming what he once hated the most.

   Just like the pope of Moranson, the warlord who was killed by him in the unification war.

  In the beginning, the pope was just a priest wandering in the wasteland, he brought clean water and food everywhere, and gave them to the poor.

  He is kind and generous, and he is a really good person.

   Soon, those who got his help began to follow him sincerely.

  He gradually became stronger and more pious, trying to do all kinds of good things.

   Save the dying tribe and cure the diseases of the poor.

  When Terra fell into chaos and fighting, this man protected those poor people with the power of faith.

   For this reason, more and more people joined his team.

  In order to protect these people, he began to sacrifice to the subspace, using blood sacrifices in exchange for stronger power.

  If you can protect 10,000 people, what does it matter if you sacrifice one person?

In order to protect the people who followed him, this once kind pastor began to constantly break through his own bottom line, blood sacrifice after scene, using the genetic machine of the Long Night Era to create ferocious humanoid soldiers, using various terrifying weapons to deter the enemy, even It is to destroy the other party.

  He only protects those believers who want to get his protection.

  For the sake of the so-called justice, he began to destroy the enemy by all means, spread his teachings more actively, and tried to build a better world.

   In order to win, he offered more tribute.

  For those believers who want to be protected, he slaughtered more people in exchange for power.

  In the end, he was no longer willing to leave this world.

  For his people, in order to protect those innocent people, he wants to survive by whatever means, in exchange for more power.

  In the end, this priest was called the Pope, and died at the hands of the Emperor during the Terra unification war.

   But what is the difference between the present He and the Pope who was once spurned by Him? ?

   To commit appalling atrocities for so-called protection.

  Superstition and ignorance make human beings sink deeper and deeper.

  If killing 10,000 psykers every day can keep the empire alive, what does it matter if they are murdered?

  If there are enough souls to keep a monarch alive, what is the death of a child? ?

  Guilliman withdrew his gaze and suppressed his thoughts.

  He needs to change this, but there is no rush.

  Many things cannot be solved in a hurry.

  He steps up to the steps of the Golden Terrace.

   At its very top, is a huge throne made of gold and silver.

  Its exterior was repaired in layers of bronze and platinum.

   Seems internal parts have failed and been repaired many times.

  The Lord of Humanity, the Most Powerful Psyker, the Absolute Leader of the Empire, the Almighty Heavenly Father, Omnissia, a man with countless titles sits on the Golden Throne.

  Guilliman cannot see the face of the other party clearly, only the soulless can see the true face of the Emperor.

  He saw a haggard, pained face, lifeless, perched on the seat.

  Then what he saw began to change.

  A king with unlimited power, meditating on his throne.

  A gray-haired old man similar to his father, with a serious face, seemed to give him a piece of advice.

  Guilliman stood in place, and under his observation, the image of the Emperor was constantly changing.

   Pain, joy, excitement, death, filled with countless emotions, flashed in front of him in an instant.

   "Father." Guilliman looked directly at the Emperor shrouded in light, and said, "I'm back."

  The Golden Throne has activated the stasis force field, logically speaking, the Emperor will not hear Guilliman's voice.

  But Guilliman still felt the gaze of a powerful will with infinite power.

  The power of that will is not inferior to the power of chaos.

   This made Guilliman a little hairy.

  Suddenly, He spoke.

   Countless voices instantly made Guilliman feel a splitting headache.

  Thousands of voices sounded in his head at the same time.

   Guilliman almost couldn't help scolding his mother.

   "Guilliman."

   "Thirteen sons."

   "The Lord of Limits."

"hope."

   "Savior."

"disappointment."

"fraud."

   "The Betrayer."

   "The Lost Ones."

  Guilliman's body has been strengthened, and the dominance template allows him to have a power far exceeding that of the Great Demon and the Primarch.

   But at this moment, Guilliman also felt his mind buzzing.

  He felt like he heard everything and felt like he heard nothing.

  The concept of language becomes very funny at this moment.

   "I seek your help." Guilliman said, enduring the pain, "I need the technical knowledge of the Webway."

  Various and terrifying thoughts washed over his meaning. It also includes anticipation of the future.

  Guilliman doubted at this moment whether his head would explode.

   "A resuscitator."

   "Two souls."

"son?"

   "A whole new tool."

  A grand plan that was ruined, a terrifying ambition that was never realized.

  Countless information kept pouring into Guilliman's mind.

  Conversing with the Emperor is like venting a levee that is squeezed to the point of collapse.

  Countless information gushed out, they didn't care whether it was the information Guilliman needed, and just kept pouring into his mind.

  The history of the stars, races older than time, alien wars, too terrifying to seem like real memories.

   "I want the technical knowledge of the webway." Guilliman tried his best to hold on, sending out the last question.

  He decided that if there was no answer, he would leave and find another way.

  Continue to talk to the Emperor, your brain will definitely blow up.

  Come to Taiwan and hate intelligence even if you can't handle such a terrifying amount of information.

   "Guilliman," amidst countless cries of madness, a will overwhelmed everything and made a voice, "Mars, the mysterious underground palace. Mordor, the forgotten altar."

  Countless memories came with the shout, and Guilliman accepted them all.

  Countless screens emerged.

  Those pictures originated before the Great Crusade began and before Terra was unified.

  The emperor and many immortals are already planning the establishment of the human empire and the webway plan.

   "I'm taking my leave." Guilliman absorbed what he needed from those images, then turned and left.

  This kind of dialogue, even if the brain is strengthened, it can't handle it.

   finished

  (end of this chapter)

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