Invading the Multiverse, the Creator of the Only Real World

Chapter 260: Beyond the Gods
God must be a higher level of life than human beings, and God must have certain characteristics that are more powerful than humans.

From the earliest gods being more powerful forces, to the later gods being the prominence of certain abilities, and then to the imaginations that are beyond the scope of human capabilities.

God must be a higher level than human life forms. This is determined by the human nature of advocating strength. Humans will not be superstitious about life forms weaker than themselves.

Ancient humans used eagles, wolves and other animals as their totems, which were actually their gods. This was because at that time it was really difficult for humans to achieve the energy that these life forms could display.

But once humans surpass that level of ability, it will be difficult for these life forms to become gods in the hearts of humans, because they are no longer gods.

And what the Emperor hopes for is that humans will surpass themselves, surpass themselves who have the appearance of God, and that all humans will become big, strong, golden guys!

But that was just the Emperor, not the God-Emperor.

At the beginning of the 30th millennium AD, after the Age of Strife ended, the once prosperous Earth lay in ruins.

The great Emperor could no longer sit idly by and watch the depravity of mankind, so he ended his 40,000-year hiding and stepped out of the shadows to begin the journey of reunifying mankind.

His first stop was Earth, or Holy Terra.

In order to unify Terra, the Emperor used genetic technology to create the first batch of enhanced human warriors, the "Thunder Warriors", which were the predecessors of the Space Marines.

With the galaxy-wide Warp storms gone, interstellar travel is possible once again.

The Emperor planned to retake the colonies lost by humanity during the Age of Conflict, but due to defects in the manufacture of the Thunder Warriors, their lives were extremely unstable, and the Emperor needed warriors who were more efficient than the Thunder Warriors.

Therefore, he created twenty Primarchs from whom he would create the Space Marines.

Although the twenty Primarchs were abducted by the Chaos Gods and scattered across the galaxy when they were still in their infancy, the Emperor still used the genes of the Primarchs obtained earlier to create twenty Space Marine Legions and led them to start the Great Crusade.

Nine of these twenty Space Marine Legions would become known as the Chapters of the Second Founding.

This is the eighth century of the thirtieth human millennium.

During the long journey of the Great Crusade, the Emperor was reunited with his sons (the Primarchs) one by one.

Due to the Primarchs' god-like physical strength and wisdom, almost every Primarch became the leader or ruler of their second homeland.

The essence of the Primarchs is the undivided essence of the Warp, but the Emperor shaped them into what he wanted, and this came at a price, and the price was that the Emperor tore off a part of himself.

Twenty Primarchs, twenty aspects of the Emperor, twenty important aspects that He has presented in human history.

So the emperor loves his children. Although this love is so insignificant compared to the love for humans, the emperor does love his children.

But the Emperor failed, he failed profoundly.

He is the greatest loss of all, slumped and silent upon his glorious throne—the immortal dead, the new lifeless god in a new age of terror.

Will humanity ever see light again? No, not for another thousand generations.

Whether they were the Primarchs, the Astartes, the Custodes, the Mechanicus, or the vast, countless humans, they all clung to the thread of life in agony, just to continue existing in a living terror composed of alchemical treatment and stolen youth.

Death is everywhere in this world: the death of the body, the death of the spirit, but the most terrifying thing is the death of hope.

At this moment, the psychic power belonging to the God-Emperor spans the past and the future, just as Slaanesh's birth was before its creation.

What the Divine Emperor possesses is the limit of human imagination. Imagination is the weakest and the most powerful.

It is weak because imagination is nothing but an empty dream, and it is strong because all intelligent creatures can move to the next stage only because they possess imagination.

Imagination cannot be realized immediately, but in this universe it is completely different!

god!
The omniscient and omnipotent God!!
God who drives out and overthrows everything!!!

There was a huge explosion of psychic energy, a huge outburst of psychic energy, tracing back to the War in Heaven.

Light, light, incomparable light, it advances endlessly in the universe until the end of time, and then wanders in countless time and space again because of the destruction of future time and space.

Destruction, destroy everything equally. If the positive side of Khorne is courage, the positive side of Tzeentch is hope, the positive side of Nurgle is life, and the positive side of Slaanesh is spirituality, then what the Emperor symbolizes is - survival.

All species have genes, which represent the continuation of life and the continuation of race. However, they have already perished. In this world full of suffering and torture, they no longer crave for survival, but crave for -

"destroy!"

For ten thousand years, a dark, oppressive fate has enveloped the entire human race. The pollution of Chaos has become a poisonous blade hanging over the throat of every man, woman, and child, causing even the Emperor himself great pain.

In response to the curse on the Four Gods and the curse on life itself, the Emperor at this moment radiated an incomparable light that gradually transformed into deep darkness, a darkness that swallowed up darkness itself.

The veil between the High Heaven and reality was torn apart, burning planets fell from the cracks into the Chaos Realm, and endless landing capsules poured into the battlefield like a tide.

Warriors burning with pitch-black flames attacked from all sides, leaving dark marks on the domain belonging to the Four Gods. The demons howled in pain, and even groups of big demons were burned and destroyed by the black flames.

Khorne rose upon his brass throne, Nurgle began to cook a new soup, Sharish felt pain and pleasure like never before, and Tzeentch began to mock all creatures in the galaxy.

Cracks appeared in the burning golden sun, and a golden giant wearing a black crown slowly walked out of it. The Black Crown Emperor, who had lost all hope, was about to bring humanity's final revenge to his enemies.

Everything is doomed to destruction, unbearable, indescribable, incomprehensible.

It was a living swamp of black stars and dying worlds, a rotting galaxy of vast, twisted nebulae, where cosmic maggots gnawed at the foundations of infinity.

The Galactic Plague devours all flesh and blood, turning everything into deformed wreckage in its endless hunger.

It was the dark mirror image of the Wind of Life's fall. All glory was gone, all hope was shattered, and thunderous screams echoed through the void, trying to drive him back.

Countless wails sounded in pain and despair, forever crying for something that would never come.

Khorne was beaten to his knees, and Tzeentch's transformation was completely torn apart. The Guardian had transformed into the Destroyer, and the Emperor had already faced billions of heroic spirits pouring over from the endless dimension of Blue Star.

This will be an endless journey of destruction. Until everything in the world turns to ashes, until there is no spiritual and intelligent life in all the perceptive worlds, the Emperor, who has become the Lord of Destruction and Darkness, will not stop his steps.

But at this moment, a miracle happened.
Similar isotopes, similar experiences, in the collision between heroic spirits, the souls that were once swallowed by the Emperor all changed, they were plundered, plundered by the multidimensional space belonging to the Blue Star, but they also gained freedom. They looked at everything in surprise, and a tall Primarch was crying, because this was the destined moment, this was the destined death that the Emperor had set for himself.

Even for himself, the Emperor never believed in it. Because he knew that once he became that god, he would enslave and plunder all mankind, so the Emperor set his own destiny -

death!

Until the last stone of the last cathedral falls upon the last priest, humanity will never be able to move forward freely and fulfill its manifest destiny as the greatest intelligent race to rule the galaxy.

So, kill me now, kill your God!

The people of the Human Empire who had arrived in the new world all felt the call and stood before the Lord of Destruction, flattening all the waves of greenskins. The descending god faced Zhang Zheng directly.

All the humans remaining in the Warhammer 40k galaxy gathered under Zhang Zheng's banner. Hundreds of millions of humans, fleets spread across the entire sky, those planet-sized fleets, all gathered under the banner of one person.

When Robert Guilliman saw his ruthless father, he thought of the last time they met and his father's instructions.

"Robert Guilliman, fulfill your duties as Regent of the Imperium of Man and assist the Children of the Stars in beheading me."

"Kill me, kill that god, kill that emperor!"

From the beginning to the end, they have placed human survival above their own, and the army of the Dark Lord has already pounced on the remaining humans.

"Nothing is not worth sacrificing. Humanity is now at the crossroads of destiny. As the Primarch, I can also be sacrificed." Robert Guilliman said softly.

Standing side by side with him were his brothers who had disappeared or were sleeping, and now they were all gathered together.

Robert Guilliman is not liked by his brothers because he is too idealistic and too fond of stealing knowledge, but there is no doubt that Robert Guilliman is trustworthy.

So, the Emperor chose to sacrifice everyone, but not Guilliman.

This is the mission they were created for, this is the destiny of the Primarch.

But Robouti Guilliman would not dwell on the self-pity or anger of his brothers.

When he saw the people of Ultramar living among the stars with proud faces, when he saw humanity striding towards the future.

He realized that his sacrifice was meaningful. He was never a demigod or a superman. He was just bigger and stronger than ordinary people.

Lady Udon once told Roboute Guilliman that crying was nothing to be ashamed of, for the ability to cry was what made one human.

Those things that are considered soft and need to be discarded are the things that humans should protect the most.

His father taught him how to be a true man, and he saw and built Macragge into a peaceful, prosperous, and stable foundation for himself, rather than just a place of birth, as his father and adoptive father had hoped.

Sacrificing for humanity is what a ruler should do!

This is an honor, but also a responsibility!
"Take it, take all of this from me."

Zhang Zheng, or to be more precise, it was not Zhang Zheng, but that——nameless person. Through that body, what he saw was the original person.

The muscular body is exposed, and an unknown animal skin is wrapped around the waist. It is primitive and simple, with long black-brown hair hanging casually. This oldest human exudes his past glory, as bright as gold. , is as dazzling as the sun, as if a god has come down to the world, making people unable to look directly at the too strong brilliance.

But that brilliance is definitely not the brilliance of gods, but the brilliance of human beings! The golden spirit that belongs to mankind! ! God is just the imagination of human beings that surpasses their own creatures. If human beings are strong enough and excellent, then why can't human beings become that god? ! !

"I'm sorry," the man began, but Guilliman looked at the last trace of soul.

"Once again, once again, survive as a human being, father."

At this moment, Zhang Zheng was wearing dazzling and gorgeous golden armor, holding high the long sword in his hand, the sword of the emperor. He was so dazzling that it was beyond words. Even though they were in the same realm of gods and demons, the emperor's tenacious soul was enough to cover Zhang Zheng.

"There are no ghosts or gods among the stars. Humans can understand everything with their rationality. They are just things that must be overcome. Today, we will fulfill everyone's destiny!" the emperor murmured in a low voice.

He is the emperor, but also not the emperor. He is a fragment of that man, a part of that man.

He has seen human cruelty, cunning and arrogance, but he has also seen human kindness, bravery and love.

It is precisely because of such complex emotions that human beings were created.

In the end, he failed and became a rotting corpse, just like the empire he created.

In this dark universe, it gradually rots.

And now, he will end everything and achieve complete liberation of mankind.

That is the cry of countless souls, that is the true power of mankind.

Wake up, that soul!

In front of the huge monster that gathered the lives of all living things, the oldest human raised his head and looked at the huge thing in front of him, his calm face showed no change.

Guilliman extracted his psychic essence from his body and injected it all into Zhang Zheng's body. He completely turned into a psychic Muggle, but he didn't care.

When the blue brilliance tore through the entire space like a flash of lightning and slammed into the heart of the collapsed huge and majestic golden god, the entire galaxy could feel a heart-wrenching roar and cry.

Under the blue lightning, the crystal shattered, everything was shaking, the palace made of crystal and gold was collapsing, and unparalleled brilliance was bursting out.

An unprecedented transformation erupted in the horrified heart. The tall figure was like a meteor that inserted the sword into the body of the God-Emperor. The fall of the Son of the Star brought a cry that echoed throughout the galaxy.

When tears flowed down the face of the God-Emperor, when the magnificent body was broken,
Human, what a small word!

But it was such a tiny person who created a great civilization.

It is this kind of human beings that I love!

Once again, fight for the humans you love! Neos!!!
The roar of all mankind shook the magnificent golden giant god. The true soul of the nameless man, which was sealed in countless beliefs and superstitions, could not shake God. But in addition to that soul, there were also billions of heroic spirits from the Blue Star dimension, and golden light bloomed.

(End of this chapter)