Warhammer: Emperor's Ravenbringer

Chapter 133 The Golden Sun That Despaired the Gods and Aliens

When the landing craft engraved with a golden double-headed eagle landed at the airport.

A huge horn sounded.

The distant sound of bells resounded throughout Terra.

The noble guards bowed their heads to greet the great ruler of the empire.

The mountain-like Titan guards knelt on one knee, expressing their loyalty in this way.

The loyal guards stood at attention and saluted with fanatical expressions, excited to see the two rulers.

Cherub-shaped anti-gravity drones hovered in the air.

They have flags and bells tied to their ankles, which play clear and beautiful music.

The priests of the Mechanicus sang "The Great Omnissiah" in unison.

The raven stood on the Emperor's shoulder.

Follow him out of the landing craft.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he walked towards the throne room.

The throne room is located in the sanctuary and is the heart of the palace.

Many roads extend in all directions with this building as the core.

The gate is made of golden inert material, extremely strong, and has unimaginable psychic resistance.

The huge stained glass in the center depicts the great achievements of the Emperor and Raven.

They are surrounded by mythical beasts and demons.

His whole body radiates a saintly golden light, like a sun.

He was standing on a pierced horned serpent, looking very heroic.

The other Primarchs were arranged on both sides of them in the order of their return.

The doors to the throne room are magnificent, large enough to accommodate an Emperor-class Titan.

Even the emperor's existence was insignificant.

With the sound of mechanical gears, the door to the throne room slowly opened.

The raven followed the Emperor's steps into the majestic throne room.

A magnificent platform appeared, several kilometers high, inlaid with silver rune circuits all over, and containing endless mysterious knowledge from both the technological and mysterious sides.

On the platform, a magnificent machine with an operating mechanism that ordinary people cannot understand is roaring, sending endless energy into the beating mysterious core.

The spire-shaped device hums continuously, emitting unique and mysterious fluctuations.

Accompanied by the Custodes and Malcador, the Emperor and the Raven walked up to the great dais.

Looking at the throne that belonged to him alone, Raven sighed softly and looked towards the Emperor.

"Big guy, if you don't help me collect the most delicious French fries in the world, you will really be sorry for me."

"Isn't it enough to give you the most respected status in the empire?" the emperor said in his heart.

“Hope is the most honorable status.”

Raven didn't say the following sentence, "Instead of eternal torture."

The fate now has become unpredictable.

No one knew whether the Primarch would rebel.

No one knows what the Chaos Gods' next plan is.

Everything is chaos.

Chaos represents danger, but also new life.

Everyone who is qualified to be a chess player must try his best to push his destiny in the direction he wants.

The current strength of the Human Empire is far stronger than the established destiny line.

But the enemies they face are also more terrifying.

Those polluters wandering in the eternal void are not something the Four Chaos Gods can deal with.

They have yet to detect the rise of the human empire, but this peaceful time will not last long.

One day, the polluters will realize the threat posed by the rise of the human empire.

By then, they will turn their hateful gaze on the human empire that intends to rule the heavens.

When the time comes, they will use every possible means to poison this great civilization, reduce it to ashes, and play with those desperate creatures.

"Don't worry, there is absolutely no existence that can defeat us."

"We will win everything, and humanity will win everything."

The Emperor's voice was full of confidence.

He has always been so confident.

Malcador bowed his head in silence.

The Emperor is always like this.

At the beginning, when the two had just met, the other was planning a great cause spanning tens of thousands of years, planning to bring mankind to an unimaginable glory.

At that time, he was only two or three hundred years old.

The Emperor used antelope, bison, and humans to create a hunting picture that contained a vision of the future.

Humans would alarm the wild beasts, then hunt them down at the right time and win.

It was a communicative ritual to ensure the arrival of this future.

The Emperor left his mark on that painting.

"I have marked it with my hand, and it shall happen."

This is how Malcador got his title of Sigillite.

As a partner, he is the Emperor's grip on reality, a companion, and a mark of faith and strength.

Now, the Emperor's ambitions have expanded countless times.

He had a whole new plan and a new vision.

One galaxy could no longer satisfy him.

Even a universe could only slightly alleviate his hungry gaze.

Originally, the idea was just to have humans build the webway, rule the galaxy, and achieve transcendence.

And now, he wanted more.

The Emperor has always been an arrogant and greedy being.

The raven smiled and did not respond to the emperor.

They walked towards the Golden Throne.

The humming sounds of countless machines come into harmony at this moment, forming a beautiful melody.

When the two imperial rulers sat on their thrones.

The beautiful music played by the machines also achieved perfect harmony at the same time.

A terrifying force beyond imagination surged through the pipes.

The energy matrix flickered and the generators roared, finally converging on the Emperor and Raven.

Mist and flames welled up from the raven's eyes.

The two are entangled together, giving him a unique perspective.

The entire universe was stretched into a line, passing through the curved expanse of space and time, circling and circling endlessly, connecting head to tail like an Ouroboros.

All dimensions and all spaces are integrated into one.

All of the past, present, and future are interwoven into one entity.

Time and space lost their meaning to him at this moment.

The completed golden throne possesses power beyond imagination.

Gives Raven the power to control everything.

The Emperor's wisdom is beyond imagination.

Raven even believed that, given time, this guy's achievements would definitely be no less than those of the creator of the foggy space.

It will become an existence that creates everything, destroys everything, and controls everything.

Perhaps, in the distant future, the Emperor will create another misty space for those who are confused and in need of guidance.

The moment the Emperor and Raven sat on the Golden Throne, a terrifying wave of power spread out in all directions, centered on them.

Malcador and many of the Custodes felt their bodies and souls sink inexplicably.

A tremendous pressure fell upon them.

It was like facing a god, and I couldn't help but kneel down and offer my loyalty.

Brilliant light and rumbling thunder enveloped the bodies of Raven and the Emperor. The thunder rumbled so loudly that it hurt people's ears.

The light surrounding the two of them became brighter and brighter.

In the end, they are as bright and dazzling as stars.

The entire throne room, and even the imperial palace, was enveloped in a blinding light.

The strong light suddenly cut off their vision and blinded them.

Even if I closed my eyes, I couldn't bear the strong light.

Not only Malcador and his men, but all the people of Terra saw the golden sun rising at the end of the horizon.

A loud hymn filled the air, and it continued to echo.

It seems to come from a distant barbaric era, and also seems to come from an unpredictable future.

Taiho, Richelieu and other ship girls were originally in the orbital space station, visiting the empire's megastructure projects.

When they heard the exclamation, they turned to look at Terra.

Then they saw the golden sun rising from the earth.

The bright light enveloped the entire Terra.

This makes the planet countless times brighter than the sun.

The pretty faces of the little ship girls were filled with shock.

He was even more shocked to learn that the scene before him was caused by the Raven and the Emperor's ascension to the throne.

"Are Mr. Raven and the Emperor really not gods?"

Dafeng talked to herself, her tone full of shock.

What if this isn't God?
So what kind of God is that?

"Sorry, they are not gods. There is only one god in the Empire, and that is the great god of chips and ketchup."

"This is the religion that Mr. Raven preaches, and your majesty fully supports it."

Perturabo, who was accompanying the ship girls to visit the giant structure, stretched out his hand to block the strong light and corrected the other party's words.

"Mr. Raven and the Emperor are really full of bad taste." Cardinal Richelieu complained in a low voice.

The other ship girls nodded in agreement.

Who can't see that this so-called god of chips and ketchup is just pure fun?

The Emperor and Mr. Raven are the true gods!
"There is only one God in the Empire. Neither Mr. Raven nor the Emperor is a God. This is written into Imperial law." Perturabo reiterated.

The ship girls did not argue with Perturabo.

Each of them looked at Terra, which was brighter than the stars, with a pious look on their faces.

"Joining the Empire of Man is a wise choice."

The other ship girls deeply agreed with Taiho's words.

Before, they still had some doubts.

And now, they no longer have any doubts.

The imperial citizens on orbital platforms, interstellar fortresses, and docks behaved devoutly and fanatically.

Some even burst into tears, crying for being able to witness the majesty of the Lord of Mankind.

The relevant images were spread across the worlds of the empire through instant messaging networks, instantly causing a storm.

The Empire conquers worlds and promotes the Imperial Truth and the faith of the God of French Fries and Ketchup, but the Empire's territory and population size are simply too exaggerated.

Even though the imperial officials tried every possible means, there were still countless people who believed in those unknown gods.

When everything that happened on Terra was spread, the worldview of these people collapsed.

The God they firmly believe in may not exist.

The human master of the empire really exists in this universe.

The ramifications of the Emperor and Raven's ascension to the Golden Throne are profound.

Even the subspace was stirred up by indescribable storms.

A golden sun appeared in the warp, burning the demons and making them scream.

They dared not stay on the surface of the Warp any longer, but fled into the deeper and more bizarre Warp to avoid being burned by the light emitted by the Damned.

"A new god has appeared! Is it from the human side?!"

Hiding deep in the webway, the Laughing God - Xilego was the first to sense the changes in the subspace.

The oppressive feeling brought by the golden sun far exceeds the first cry of the happy prince in the past.

The monkeys that were once looked down upon by the elves have now become beings that the elves look up to.

The elders of the Ark Eldar who had survived for a long time also sensed the drastic changes in the Warp.

They were shocked and confused at first, but when they learned that the golden sun was the master of mankind, they became indignant and even jealous.

Why do humans have such a powerful being who is so devoted to protecting them? !
This is not fair! !
Many races that fled to the edge of the galaxy due to the Great Crusade of the Empire also fell into despair after sensing the changes in the warp.

That golden sun will make it impossible for them to recover.

There will never be another opportunity for revenge like the Eternal Night Crisis.

Humans will rule the universe forever.

The Four Chaos Gods were also shocked by the Emperor.

The look towards the real universe was one of shock and anger.

With the help of the Golden Throne, the power of the Cursed in the real universe has firmly surpassed them.

If things continue to develop in this way, their failure is only a matter of time.

"We have to speed up."

Deep within the Crystal Labyrinth, Tzeentch looked into the eternal void and muttered to himself.

It has never wanted to be associated with those polluters.

But if even it itself does not exist, what is the use of the universe? Let the entire universe burn.

From the Milky Way to the edge of the universe, let the sea of ​​stars boil, let the stars annihilate, and let everything return to nothingness.

The Emperor could sense the hatred of the gods, but he did not care.

When he sat on the Golden Throne, he immediately started his first task - weaving a magic web.

The foundation of the magic network has been laid.

It is enough for him to use his will to continue to expand.

With the blessing of the Golden Throne, the magic web spreads in the gap between reality and illusion as if it has life.

It covers the entire Milky Way galaxy, spreading toward the regions beyond the Milky Way.

The subspace is the other side of reality, covering not just the galaxy but the entire universe.

Theoretically, the magic network can cover the entire universe.

But when it comes to actual implementation, it is often not that simple.

At the beginning, the expansion of the magic network was very smooth.

In just a few breaths, the magic net covered the entire galaxy.

Then it expanded beyond the Milky Way at a speed far exceeding the speed of light, just like the expansion of the universe.

In some areas outside the Milky Way, the magic network has inexplicably distorted.

When it approached the Large Magellanic Galaxy, a piece of it was swallowed up, forming a dark hole.

The Emperor probed and detected those individuals who possessed terrible powers.

Each of them possesses power that is no less than that of a Star God in his prime, or even stronger.

"What a headache!"

The Emperor complained.

"Why are you so worried? Just let the little lion solve it when the time comes."

Raven responded with his heart voice.

This kind of work is most suitable for the First Legion.

According to the nature of the lion, he will definitely take in a bunch of fragments of those ancient existences, or even imprison them in secret.

The little lions were fine and yelled with their bolt guns.

There are no secrets on Caliban, and neither does the First Order.

"This is the only way." said the emperor.

In addition to expanding the magic network, the Emperor also took full control of the instant communication network and the time anchor network.

(End of this chapter)