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Chapter 623 The Emperor's Decree of the End

The burning straight sword pierced Imhotep's chest; his living, metal-forged body was surprisingly fragile.
Storm King watched silently as the flames spread across his body. He felt his will being burned, his memories being ignited, and even his very existence itself heading towards death.

He is dying!

Storm King was clearly aware of this.
This would be utter death; even the resurrection protocol of the space necromancer could not save him.
Is he the real Grim Reaper?

Storm King still remembered what he had just witnessed.
The golden man, the burning man, the man of war.

Roaring light and fire erupted from Robert's body, making him as bright and dazzling as an entire star. The Emperor's Sword in his hand also transformed into a magnificent interstellar beacon in an instant, tearing apart the dimensions of reality and the warp, revealing the pitch-black sun that had been hanging in the warp.

Clearly, some powerful subspace entity has always been hidden within Robert Guilliman's body.

Perhaps from the very beginning, Robert Guilliman, who was speaking to him, was that being, but he only began to reveal his power after the Nightbringers were released.

The Nightbringers were subdued, and the Storm King could hardly comprehend the battle that had erupted between them.

The laws of physics have been altered countless times, time has been repeatedly killed and resurrected, parallel spacetimes have been constantly intertwined, countless possibilities have been presented simultaneously, and reality has been repeatedly molded and shaped in the palms of those two beings.

In the end, all he saw was the blazing Emperor's Sword being pierced into the Nightbringer's chest. Powerful psionic energy surged from all directions and pierced into the Nightbringer's body, forcibly binding him in the void.

Then the seemingly mortal being stepped into the void, grabbed the Nightbringer, and stuffed him into his pocket.

Imotek actually maintains quantum entangled communication with the Nightbearers. This communication is implanted within the Nightbearers' living metal shell, and theoretically, it will never be severed unless the Nightbearers are destroyed or their outer skin is remelted.
However, after the Nightbringer was stuffed into that strange white bag, the communication was cut off.
Before cutting it off, Imhotep only saw the deep, cold void within the pocket, the seemingly endless space.

Then, darkness engulfed the Night Bearer, like the gaping maw of an abyss devouring his existence.
Subsequently, the prototype of the Million Civilization Death God, a fragment of the Star God Nightbringer who was once regarded as death itself, disappeared forever into the galaxy.

It was able to kill the fragments of the Star God.
Such an event only occurred once, even 60 million years ago.
The space undead who took this action were also cursed with an eternal curse known as the Skinner Virus.
But, but that seemingly human being did nothing after killing the fragment of the Nightbringer.

Before Imhotep could react, the blazing Emperor's Sword had already pierced through his chest.

Death is imminent.
Imotek sensed it clearly.

“You clearly had better options, but you never chose them. It’s a real shame.” Looking at Imotek, the human standing next to him sighed softly.

"Where is it?"

Imhotep was puzzled as to why this human he had never met before was speaking to him in a tone of familiarity, but Imhotep still answered sincerely:
"It is your order, the future you seek to build, that has triumphed over me in the practice called war."

"Practice tests everything, and the practice of order is war. If you cannot prove this in practice, if you do not utterly destroy me in war, my logic will never be able to make me submit to you."

"And you have proven that my order is more fragile than yours, and I am just as satisfied as if I had achieved victory over myself by proving this."

Imotek's body slowly turned to ashes in the Emperor's flames, leaving only his metal head, still bearing a satisfied expression, bathed in the fire.
"I have never desired to be a ruler; all I desire is to eliminate the chaotic order and to seek a better one, regardless of whether I am the master of that order. My final wish is for your order to be realized, and I earnestly beg you to grant it."

Flames surged, and the air from the Makurag's Glory dissipated into the vacuum, transforming into a fierce wind that swept through, causing Storm King Imotek to vanish with the wind.

Zhou Yun watched this scene and sighed lightly.

In over 22,000 grand dreams, Zhou Yun had collaborated and forged friendships with Imhotep many times, but Imhotep's final choice was always the same.

Through the lessons learned in war, he used experience to judge which order, his or Zhou Yun's, was truly powerful. At first, Imhotep was able to achieve some victories, but later only Zhou Yun emerged victorious. Zhou Yun even gradually became too lazy to develop a friendship with Imhotep.
“A part of my order was forged by your order during the thousands of wars we fought,” Zhou Yun replied calmly.

".Why?"

Just then, Guilliman, standing beside Zhou Yun, let out a soft, puzzled gasp: "What did I just do? Father?"

"Hey! Where's my office?! Where are the documents I just finished working on?!"

Guilliman suddenly snapped out of it, realizing that he had just been in a semi-conscious state and was only now becoming fully awake.

"Wait! How did I end up in a vacuum?! Where's my helmet?!"

"It was swept away along with the documents by Tzeentch's magical warp storm." Zhou Yun chuckled as he looked at Guilliman, who was contemplating his inability to survive in a vacuum.

As the will of the Lord of Humanity returned to his body on the throne...

Cardinal Diego breathed a slight sigh of relief.

For some unknown reason, during this period, the will of the Lord of Humanity increasingly detached itself from the Golden Throne in some way, possessing certain individuals and re-emerging with His presence and power throughout the galaxy.

If it were anyone else, they would probably just praise the God-Emperor's power and boast about his strength, but Cardido Diego is the Supreme Mentor of the Grey Knights, and he knows things that others don't.

The Grey Knights possess a secret, simple wooden box that only the High Master can open. Inside lies the Decree of the End, the final command the Emperor conveyed to humanity and to the Grey Knights.
"The Lord of Mankind shall never be allowed to leave the Golden Throne, whether he is resurrected, reborn through another's body, or ascended to some kind of warp entity."

"And once he does that, the Grey Knights must bring him back to the Golden Throne and force him to continue fulfilling that cruel responsibility."

According to official Imperial records, the Grey Knights, possessing immense psychic power, all being psionicists, and adept at combating warp entities, were created to fight demons.

But Cardinal Diego understood that the Last Law—to forever confine the Emperor to the Golden Throne—was the reason for the birth of the Grey Knights.

If the Lord of Man refuses to return to the Golden Throne, then the Grey Knights will have no choice but to turn their blades against the entire Empire, slaughtering the warriors loyal to the Lord of Man, and even holding their blades to their masters' necks.
Cardito Diego stared nervously at the roaring, dark sun, his fingers tightening slightly on his silver longsword.
Prior to this, the emperors always returned to the Golden Throne on their own, without using the souls they possessed to be completely resurrected.

But Cardinal Diego remained worried that the next emperor would refuse to return to the Golden Throne and refuse to continue fulfilling the duties he had imposed upon himself.

If that moment truly comes, Cardinal Diego won't even know who to pray to for him to complete the Decree of the End.

He has to start taking some action, or at least make some preparations, in case the worst happens directly.
Cardinal Diego silently walked down the mountain built of demons.
The subspace around him began to disintegrate.
In the subspace, will is everything, and everything is will. Only will is real in this dimension.

If his will is strong enough, he can control the facts within the warp and manipulate everything within it.
Everything around seemed to have malfunctioned; the demons' curses grew increasingly distant, their figures began to dissolve into the warp, and the crimson sands crumbled into pieces.

In the blink of an eye, everything in this subspace disintegrated under Cardido Diego's will.

In the emptiness, Cardinal Diego began to ponder what he could do and who his allies could rely on.
These figures gradually appeared in his eyes, which were flashing with silver flames, and then they appeared in front of him.

The first one, clad in power armor crafted from shimmering gold, wielded a finely crafted, sharp power spear, and possessed a physique far more robust than Astartes.
“Constantine Waldo, the first Marshal of the Imperial Guard.” Cardo Diego murmured the name of this potential ally.

This commander of the Imperial Guard mysteriously disappeared ten thousand years ago, but according to information found by Cardo Diego in the warp,
This Imperial Guard Marshal, now known as the King in Yellow, is searching the galaxy for the true name of the Lord of Humanity.
If we could get his help and obtain the true name of the Lord of Humanity, then at least our chances of winning would be somewhat better.

The second one wore a gray knight power armor similar to that of Cardo Diego, with one eye swollen from scar tissue, and his body emanated a powerful psychic energy, even more exaggerated than that of Cardo Diego.

“Janus, our forefather, the first Supreme Grand Mentor of the Grey Knights.” Cardido looked at the figure and nodded slightly to express his respect for this forefather.

This man was one of the eight founders of the Grey Knights and their first Grand Mentor, but almost no one knows his background.
However, Cardinal, as the Supreme Master, was fully aware of this.
This Janus was originally Revel Avida, the thousand sons of the Loyal Faction, but he was not entirely Revel Avida. He was a product of a ritual; under the manipulation of Makado, Revel Avida merged with the fragments of Magnus that had fallen onto Terra, forming Janus.
In a sense, Janus is also Magnus, only with fewer fragments fused together than the treacherous Magnus.

Cardido Diego could vaguely sense that the one still slept deep within the Grey Knight Titan Castle.
The last one.
Cardinal Diego's gaze shifted slightly, turning towards the last figure.
A figure resembling a wild wolf stood before him, its savage eyes concealing a cunning glint in them.
"Lehman Russ".

(End of this chapter)