This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 496 Let the Galaxy Burn!

The emperor has many plans.

Even after the failure of the Netway Project, his duel with Horus that forced him to ascend to godhood, and his physical body in the real universe being crippled, he still struggled on the Golden Throne.

After his ascension to godhood became inevitable, he brought out the state religion and used the power of faith to fight against the Dark Lord's desire to destroy everything.

He sent his old friend Constantine Waldor, armed with the Spear of Apollo, into the depths of the warp to find the true name of the Dark Lord.
He tacitly approved the rise of the state religion, relying on faith to maintain the vast empire, enhance his own power, and intervene in the gods' plans for Abaddon, the Chaos Warmaster, until the day he was able to protect his loyal offspring again, giving them a chance to struggle in the unprecedented upheaval.

He had long been mentally prepared to sit on the golden throne for millennia.

Warp, aliens, extrasolar threats, a future destined for godhood
Damn it, why has the world become like this?

Everyone who understands the truth of the world knows one thing: if they don't try to do something, humanity has no way to survive!

However, even when the situation reached its most critical moment and the future looked bleak, the emperor did not choose to give up the struggle.

He continued to push forward with his plans, attempting to pull humanity out of a dead end.

Now, he sees even more hope.

An unknown entity, seemingly from an ancient era, appeared in the subspace, where four people miraculously sought to rebuild the human empire with him.

The Emperor once again had more plans, plans that had been unable to proceed in the past due to various limitations.

To truly achieve all of this, and to minimize the risks, we need tireless, unyielding, and emotionally detached people to safeguard it all.

The emperor has already deeply realized the cost of laissez-faire.

"I am the Emperor of Terra, the Emperor of all mankind—"

Turning his gaze away from Arthur, the Emperor slightly suppressed his joy.

"Don't use riddles, use plain language."

Seeing the Emperor's confident demeanor, Ramses, who was very worried that this ultimate riddle master, who had been leading even Macardo astray with his riddles for years, would start spouting those incomprehensible abstract words again, spoke first before the Emperor could, interrupting the Emperor's riddle storm.

To put it bluntly, if this large group of them can still get the Four Gods to overhear their plan, then there's no point in fighting. They should just dive into the network tunnel and run away with the humans, then they won't be able to fight.

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After a brief silence, the Emperor considered the implications for the people present and ultimately chose to speak frankly.

"I need you to take control of the Web and complete the assimilation of the Eldar. You need to establish human settlements within the Web, reconstruct human beliefs, and incorporate them into the belief system that I have kept separate."

"Secondly, you need to utilize all the power of the physical universe to develop, gather the lost Primarchs, develop technology, and strive for more support, just like during the Great Crusade, to build an unprecedented legion. I will assist you, and the rulers of the Empire will not be a threat to you."

"Finally, when that inevitable moment arrives, I will need you to gather enough strength to break through the blockade of the Four Gods, kill the Dark Lord, and end the tragic fate of mankind. Humanity should no longer have to pay the price for everything caused by the War in Heaven."

The Emperor said.

"This is what I expect of you, and this is what you must accomplish."

"If I launched the Great Expedition to help humanity survive a time bomb whose location is unknown, then now you need to defuse this time bomb that has already started ticking and is still being replenished with explosives."

He focused his attention on Lane and Guilliman.

Dawnwing didn't need his reminder; these people knew some things even better than he did.

His lips still held that genuine joy, making this incarnation appear exceptionally gentle. Even Guilliman had never seen such an expression on the once majestic face of an emperor. No words came out of his lips, yet he was still speaking.

The emperors of the past always gazed upon their offspring with eyes filled with boundless wisdom. Guilliman was captivated by this charm. Lane once keenly sensed a hidden sadness deep within his eyes, but ultimately dismissed it as an illusion and felt ashamed for attributing such feelings to such a perfect being.

Now, the emperor seems to have no intention of hiding it anymore.

Already honest.

I admit that even if I am the emperor of all mankind, the strongest psychic among mankind, and the candidate for the Dark Lord, my power is still too little for all mankind.

So please give me some more strength, let me go all in one more time!

The goal is clear, and the route is promising.

Every step was exceptionally difficult for the empire of the past, but the Emperor seemed certain that the Wings of Dawn could accomplish it.

Unfortunately, none of the people present, including the three loyal Primarchs, could be easily charmed by the Emperor.

What if it can't be done?

Guilliman was the first to disagree.

Having learned a profound lesson from the Great Expedition, he instinctively wanted to persuade the Emperor to abandon this unrealistic plan.

Building an empire modeled after the Great Crusades and replacing the state religion with a completely new ideology, Guilliman's experience suggests that it is indeed possible.

But the question is, how much time, manpower, and resources will this process require?
Most importantly, even if the Emperor manages to achieve the aforementioned conditions, how can we guarantee their victory?
Guilliman was lost in memories; he clearly remembered the six thousand Vengeful Spirits that seemed like an insurmountable barrier in the warp when he rushed to Terra's aid.

Thinking of defeat before seeking victory—the Primarch of the Ultramarines was truly a qualified strategist.

The emperor glanced at the other party.

Now you know how to question your father.

Why do you always rush in when Guilliman faces these choices?

When he ascended the throne, he chose to give Guilliman the Emperor's Sword in the hope that Guilliman, the only Primarch capable of stabilizing the Empire, could be preserved to the greatest extent possible in the post-Great Rebellion era.

The funny thing is, aside from Ryan, who is an oddity, Guilliman was the first to die in the post-Great Rebellion era, and the Third Army was completed by a devastated Dorne with a death wish. Then the Primarchs all ran away.

Fortunately, the Inquisition wasn't extreme enough back then. The humanity he had abandoned before his duel with Horus, scattered throughout the galaxy, hadn't returned after his death. The Emperor thought that if he had any humanity back then, he would have been amused by his actions.

Are you all in such a hurry to follow Saint Geres to the Second Reich of the Subspace Group?
Faced with the Emperor's undisguised gaze, Guilliman awkwardly tightened his facial muscles, trying his best to maintain a calm expression.

"Then let the galaxy burn."

Arthur smiled calmly, his gaze serene yet burning like a torch, looking directly at the Emperor.

"Humanity has only one chance for liberation; we must seize it, or else—"

He paused, then said decisively, "Then let the galaxy burn."

Romulus leisurely raised his hand and reached out towards the dazzling galaxy in the star map, as if touching a familiar old object.

"From the skies of Terra to the edge of the galaxy; from the gaps in the web to the depths of the warp."

"Let the Milky Way boil, let the stars fall."

Ramses raised his head and stretched out his arms, his voice filled with suppressed passion that flowed like a dark fire.

"Even if I shed my last drop of blood, I will drag humanity out of the abyss—"

Karna abandoned all his usual nonchalance; at this moment, his brows were filled with unwavering focus and determination.

"If I am powerless to save them."

He said, slowly and deliberately, "Then burn everything to ashes."

After he finished speaking, the surroundings fell silent.

Only the internal mechanical structure of the tactical table was operating precisely, emitting a regular, faint clicking sound.

Crazy, resolute.

The declaration was filled with a desperate, all-or-nothing fervor.

Lane and Guilliman clearly sensed that the rationality of the person who made the declaration had probably been completely burned away by some obsessive belief, leaving only a mad, empty shell.

Absolutely. The idea of ​​wanting one's father to give birth to a pantheon is outrageous in any mythology, let alone in a real universe.

Even more terrifying is that Old Man Huang might actually be able to do it.

Ramses glanced at the Emperor, caught a glimpse of Ryan and Guilliman's thoughts, and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Before the four had even finished their declaration, their gazes had already focused on the Emperor, their eyes gleaming with curiosity.

Clearly, they were testing the waters.

If the Emperor also acknowledges his human side now, then there's no need for everyone to play along with him anymore. Let's just use him as a tool. After all, no one wants to stand with someone whose mental state is extremely unstable but who possesses terrifying power.

Of course, this is the truth.

However, everyone is well aware that the situation is not that dire yet.

No?

Guilliman, who was completely oblivious to the situation, always thought that the Dawnwings were normal people just like him.

So this is how truly insane people are?
He looked at his brothers with some horror.

You guys seem to be going a bit too extreme.

"There's absolutely no need for that."

The only one present who could catch the joke was the Emperor.

He looked at the several pieces of the Soul of Vengeance wreckage being gradually dismantled and recycled right next to the Radiance of Macragge, a subtle embarrassment on his face, and quickly spoke up to persuade them.

"Even if we fail, it doesn't matter. At worst, we can lead humanity into the network to shield ourselves from the Dark Lord's influence as much as possible, develop society, improve technology, and establish moral standards for the remaining humans."

He put forward a bunch of pursuits that he thought were very tempting, emphasizing that he didn't actually really want to live as long as heaven and earth right now.

"With you all here, we can wait for the rise of the next galactic overlord before sounding the horn for a counterattack against the warp."

There's a way to survive now, so what's shameful about a man humbling himself and waiting for the right time?
The Emperor is now willing to gamble again for this very reason. Before, they were even inferior to the Eldar. Human immortals were either dead or retired, and among the Primarchs, aside from Guilliman, it seemed there was no one they could count on. And Guilliman, being a Warp insulator who didn't believe in the power of the Warp, would have given humanity a good taste of the Warp's wonders if he were to actually become the Black King. But things are different now. The Dawnwings can even appease Llane, and they can unite the Eldar, the Necromancers, the Tau, and so on. Not to mention the others. Even if their team is terrible, it won't be worse than the Eldar's.

Once the shift in faith is completed, the five special zones established by Dawnwing can be preserved, which will be sufficient to cope with future threats.

"The idea of ​​mutual destruction is inappropriate and should not be mentioned again."

The diminutive figure gestured before the giants, pressing his hands down repeatedly. At this moment, the emperor earnestly advised, "As long as you are still here, everything can be started again."

This person showed none of the ruthlessness that once led to the all-out gamble of all humanity. In order to make Dawn Wings less extreme, he appeared to be bursting with humanity.

It was also a bit awkward.

After all, Horus's rapid-fire delivery was truly explosive. It was hard not to be influenced by this when he abandoned all humanity to fight Horus back then. He really wondered if the Dawnwings, who had already started writing "The End and Death," a book that detailed the end of the Siege of Terra, knew something even more specific.

If he were still single like before, it would be fine; he wouldn't care about such things with his thick skin. But now he's the father of 21 children.

"That would be perfect."

Ramses looked at the Emperor and smiled.

Old Huang is in pretty good shape now; at least he still has some sense of shame.

That's good, then everyone will have to spend less energy worrying about Old Man Huang in the future.

"But we can't be the only ones doing the work."

Romulus reminded him.

He also wanted to take this opportunity to make some requests to the emperor.

"That's right, that's right."

Karna quickly nodded in agreement.

They can't just sit here running around doing nothing while the emperor does nothing, can they?

"Tell me, what do you need me to do?"

The Emperor also knew that the two sides had now passed the period of mutual testing. Dawnwing knew him inside and out, and the test back then had basically confirmed the extent of Dawnwing's love for him. He didn't need to force his father to quit.

"First, you need to limit yourself as much as possible and not take initiative in certain things. Even if you intend to, you should let us know."

Arthur spoke first.

Everyone knows about Ryan's situation. If they hadn't been so adamant, the Emperor would have killed him on the spot.

"no problem."

The emperor simply nodded.

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Guilliman, regaining his senses, couldn't help but feel a subtle pang of jealousy as he looked at the Emperor's decisive attitude towards the four members of the Dawnwing.

This is such a discriminatory treatment.

The Duke of Protector, Ryan, who had shielded everyone in front of him, patted the other person on the shoulder.

You'll get used to it; there will be more differential treatment in the future.

"Secondly, we need your help to find the whereabouts of Dorne, Lemanrus, Khan, and Volkan, as well as the fragments of Saint Geres's soul."

Ramses continued, as a few pale golden fragments floated in the soul circuits suspended behind him.

The archangels in the Avengers' Souls not only suffered pulverized fractures, but their souls were also shattered. Currently, each of the five gods has one, and some are scattered around the world. The Wings of Dawn do not have the resources to collect them.

"no problem."

The emperor remained decisive.

These rebellious sons need to be captured and brought back to work for the Wings of Dawn. The Pantheon also needs them to fill its ranks. Even without cracking the secret of how the Ancient Saints could keep the Eldar gods unaffected, the Wings of Dawn acting as a filter will not be a problem for the time being.

"Does Conrad need it? His soul is under my command."

Corax's face darkened, his already gloomy expression turning as if he had fallen into an abyss.

If you don't know how to respond, then don't respond.

Everyone tacitly refused.

You might as well send Phenus over.

"Furthermore, I need to continuously transfer the qualifications of your Cursed Legion; those souls can no longer remain in your hands."

Now that it's confirmed that we're going to take action against the Emperor, we need to start restricting his power in the warp. The E-Demon Army under his command needs to be gradually relocated to the Eternal Heaven and the Formless Heaven. Romulus's Mechanical Authority is also being integrated, and the domains of Corax and Ryan are also being built around their home planets, and they will all be moved there eventually.

"no problem."

"And your technical data scattered throughout the galaxy also needs to be shared."

Romulus raised his hand.

"no problem."

"You also need to recall members like Waldo who have been working for you all along. Working in isolation is not advisable. We have the same goal right now and we need to reach a consensus."

Arthur added.

"no problem."

"And one more thing"

One after another, people offered their opinions, and even Guilliman and Ryan, with the encouragement of Dawnwing, also made a few remarks.

They felt no pressure whatsoever to order the emperor around.

Back when they first landed in the subspace, they were tricked by the Emperor, and now they're determined to get their revenge.

And it's all for the sake of humanity, so why bother with all that nonsense? Anyway, life is already on a countdown, so let's get to work hard until then.

These requests were quickly recorded and compiled, and were distributed to different people in different forms: psionic writing, normal writing, and writing kept by Arthur. Over time, these writings gradually formed a thick book.

"Almost?"

As another section of the Vengeance Soul's wreckage was completely dismantled, and seeing that Ramses was no longer producing new pages, the Emperor looked at the document, which was now as tall as his borrowed body, and asked.

These are just the outlines; the detailed requirements will be discussed further by Dawnwing after the consensus is reached.

What else can be said about an emperor?

Endure it.

It's all because of the demands he made.

"And one more thing."

Romulus concluded.

"Please say."

A bead of cold sweat trickled down the emperor's forehead.

"How many avatars are left that can carry your spiritual energy?"

Looking at the 'apprentices' who could bear the emperor's power, Romulus always felt that the role of these incarnations was far more than that.

"There are many, but only a small fraction can withstand my power and survive, and most of them are mentally confused and need my influence to be effective."

"Since it can allow you to possess and manifest your spirit, then these members shouldn't be corrupted by chaos, right?"

Romulus asked again, looking at the panel in his mind that was quite different from what it used to be after years of governing the empire.

The Emperor has many requirements, especially regarding development. Relying solely on the Primarch for governance is insufficient. Many aspects, including the communication of important departments, the operation of critical equipment, and the governance of key areas, require trustworthy entities that cannot be forcibly corrupted by the Four Gods to take over, in order to minimize risks and maximize efficiency.

Such beings have always been extremely scarce for the empire.

"Yes."

The emperor appeared very calm.

"I need them to assist us before we carry out our 'Great Revolution' plan. We'll take as many as they want, but efficiency and security must be guaranteed."

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The emperor fell silent for a moment, staring at the thick stack of documents before him, as if witnessing hell.

He doesn't have Macado anymore.

"What's wrong? Is there some difficulty?"

Romulus's eyes suddenly sharpened.

".No."

The emperor shook his head somewhat stiffly.

He endured the hardships of the Golden Throne for the sake of humanity; governing the empire in his own name is nothing difficult!
"No."

He repeated the sentence.

(End of this chapter)