Infinity: Our Zhongzhou team is really amazing!

Chapter 735 The Great Strife: The Descent of the Old Days
Guilliman is on an endless expedition.

The objective is unknown, and the enemy is unknown.

His companions dwindled until he was all alone.

But he still walked alone.

Blood-red earth, purple sky.

Green vegetation, blue river.

And in the sky, that cold sun.

He had grown accustomed to this unchanging scenery.

However, it seems that recently, the environment has undergone subtle changes.

The colors are fading, and the sun is getting closer.

Moreover, a voice kept circling in his ears.

"Wake up, child."

That soft, gentle voice, like a father's, seemed to be calling to him.

Who is that?
Guilliman didn't want to respond, because he instinctively felt that the voice shouldn't be so kind. It should be more ruthless. It should be more rigid and cold. It should be more aloof and godlike.

Gods should not have children, nor should they have such emotions.

"Awaken, Lord of the Limitless Legion!"

"Wake up!"

The voice grew even colder.

This is right.

Guilliman finally stopped and turned around for the first time.

A little boy with flaxen hair appeared behind him without him noticing.

Guilliman's eyes welled up with tears the moment he saw him.

“Father.” Guilliman’s voice was a little dry, as if he hadn’t used that title in a long time.

"Robert Guilliman." The boy's figure was somewhat ethereal.

"The Commander of the Fourteenth Legion..."

"The lord of Magkula..."

"Number fourteen..."

"traitor……"

"The only hope..."

"my child……"

"You should wake up."

Guilliman's superhuman mind went blank for a moment, and countless thoughts exploded in his head.

He remembered.

“Your Majesty…” Guilliman bowed his head in greeting.

"Am I still alive?"

He wasn't sure; his last memory was of the moment his fallen brother stabbed him in the throat.

"You are still alive." The emperor's tone carried a hint of apology.

I shouldn't have bothered you.

"But the real universe now has reached its most dangerous juncture."

"Chaos is about to overturn everything."

"I need you."

"Integrate Magkula and all the Empire worlds, and return to Terra!"

Guilliman was stunned; such blunt words made him very uncomfortable.

He knew the Emperor's character all too well. In the past, when communicating with the Primarchs, the Emperor always liked to say things in a veiled way, even with a hint of harshness and ingratitude.

It is precisely because of this personality that even among the loyal Primarchs, there are quite a few who have reservations about him.

If only he had communicated properly back then.
"My time is running out." The emperor glanced at the sky.

"The four Chaos Gods are currently pursuing me in the Warp, and I must return as soon as possible."

Guilliman then noticed that the Emperor was surrounded by rings of runes, which were emitting a faint light, seemingly trying to stabilize the Emperor's form.

"Killiman, remember, trust Zhongzhou Team unconditionally!"

"The Central Plains Team?" Guilliman was filled with doubt. "Who are they?"

"Your second-generation Primarch?"

The emperor shook his head: "You can consider them my brothers and sisters."

You should respect them as you would respect me.

Guilliman: "?! ...

No, how come I suddenly have a bunch of uncles and aunts after I took a nap?

"Alright, it's time to wake up."

The emperor looked at him and gave him a gentle push.

Guilliman felt as if he had fallen into an endless abyss, and when he opened his eyes again, a deafening roar resounded.

"The Primarch has awakened!!"

"May the Emperor protect you!!"

"Zhongzhou team, wishing you all the best!!"

Guilliman's superhuman brain quickly returned to normal.

But the next moment it seemed to crash again.

Because that tall giant with the face of Vessalius Kaul came over.

“Caul?” Guilliman seemed incredulous: “You completed the Imperial Guard enhancement?”

"Or have you already developed the technology to popularize the Imperial Guard?"

Kaul sighed with some emotion: "The regency has been over for ten thousand years."

"The era of the Primarchs has ended."

The same scene is happening in places like the Stone Fortress, the Warp Web, and the edge of the universe.

The Primarchs have reunited.
-
The chaotic sea of ​​subspace.

At the meeting of the gods, Chu Xuan sat calmly in his chair, while the four enormous figures opposite him stared at him in unison.

The blue-clad strategist spoke in a somber tone.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

"You're demanding we return the toys of the cursed?"

"Don't use metonymy or metaphors," the clone Chu Xuan said coldly.

“Give me the essence and soul of the Primarch, and I will return to you a few normal Primarchs.”

"What joke are you talking about!" the dancer laughed.

But Chu Xuan remained calm.

"Your time is limited."

"There are less than twelve hours until the Central State team arrives in Terra."

"Yet you still cannot resolve the Emperor's existence in the warp."

The blue strategist let out an angry bird-like cry: "That's another version of you!"

"So, you're nothing special."

The four gods remained silent.

This is true.

They tried their best to ambush the Emperor in the Warp, their home turf, but still failed.

"Chu Xuan, don't think I didn't see the tricks you've been up to behind the scenes." The blue strategist became ethereal, and images appeared one after another.

"To play your tricks and schemes against me is truly..."

Chu Xuan remained noncommittal: "So what, you cunning rascal?"

"Are you still worrying about these things when you're about to die?"

"The Primordial Heavenly Court is not our enemy!!" Jianqi screamed.

"Chu Xuan, how long are you going to keep up this lie?!"

"We don't have enough patience!"

Chu Xuan remained calm: "It just so happens that I don't have much patience either."

"I don't want to use useless metaphors and insinuations with you anymore."

"The fact is—"

"The Central State team is about to arrive in Terra."

"But you were completely unprepared."

"There is no chance of winning."

The four gods remained silent, but the sea of ​​warp behind them began to surge.

The lingering effects of that soul wave were enough to drive even the most powerful psychics mad instantly.

But to the clone Chu Xuan, it was just some noisy background noise.

"What, you intend to fight us here?" Chu Xuan sneered. "You have no choice."

"You can only cooperate with us."

“But Cardia failed before, and the failure even spread throughout the entire universe,” Tzeentch’s voice was eerie.

"Your demon team chose to stand idly by." Slaanesh looked at Chu Xuan, his eyes showing little desire.

It's very simple. Chu Xuan is the kind of person who has absolutely no interest in him, even more boring than a stone.

"This battle was just a test to see just how far they could go," Chu Xuan said.

"We have reached a conclusion."

"In the real universe, we are no match for them."

“But we’ve lost all of the Black Fleet and the Chaos Warband,” Nurgle sighed.

"And they lost their only two Blackrock fortresses."

"This has caused us to lose our foothold in reality."

"Is Blackrock Fortress some kind of unbreakable technology?" Chu Xuan looked up.

The evil god had nothing to say.

To be honest, Tzeentch knows all the knowledge, technology, and witchcraft in the current universe.

Knowing something is one thing, but being able to manufacture it is another.

Tzeentch's expertise is not suited to Blackrock Fortress, a unique creation capable of countering the nature of the warp and representing the core technology of the undead at the galactic physical limits.

However, Chu Xuan only studied it for half a day before he deciphered all the secrets of Blackrock Fortress.

"But the situation in the real universe is completely out of control..."

“The children of the cursed are returning one by one,” Nurgle said helplessly.

“Those pointy-eared creatures have also come under human control,” Slaanesh gritted his teeth.

"And there are green-skinned creatures and mechanical skeletons!" Khorne spat out sparks.

"And what are you doing, taking over the Demon's Womb and focusing on its research?!"

You're wasting your time!

"You cannot defeat your own true form."

How can we trust you again?

"These are all insignificant bargaining chips," Chu Xuan said.

“Since you want to overturn reality, you will naturally encounter resistance from all races in reality.”

"And your despicable actions will allow the Zhongzhou team to unify the galaxy even faster."

"Hehehe, you won't admit defeat? It all stems from Kadia..." Tzeentch chuckled evilly.

"Your attempt to lure the enemy out has succeeded, but they arrived at the battlefield much earlier."

"Shut up!" Chu Xuan said coldly, immediately interrupting the spy's laughter.

"Is it because the four of you are useless and can't take down the Emperor?!"

Tzeentch choked, then let out his signature shrill laugh.

“I have already seen through you, and all your thoughts, all your ideas.”

You can't see through me.

Chu Xuan raised his head, and an ancient parchment scroll unfolded from his forehead.

"Stop pretending."

Tzeentch was choked again, and could only let out an angry snort.

Chu Xuan said, "As long as the Central Continent team doesn't sail that warship into subspace."

"As long as they solve the dilemma of the emperor's ascension to godhood."

"You only have one path: failure."

“You are no longer the invincible rulers who sit high on the throne of chaos.”

“You will fail, and may even be completely pulled off the throne of Chaos.”

"You won't have a second chance."

"This battle for Terra will be your last."

"It's either win or lose."

"Either live or die."

Death is such a distant thing to the evil gods.

Since their birth, they have been surging towards the ocean in the subspace, exhibiting characteristics of pseudo-Great Luo.

However, the Zhongzhou team truly has the ability to completely annihilate them.

"This is not a battle for faith in the real universe."

"It is a battle for your own survival, a battle that will determine your very existence."

"Therefore, try not to test your only ally again."

“You have no way to resist the Zhongzhou team except by relying on us.”

The chaotic evil gods began to communicate incessantly, even splitting into a thousand clones to argue, but eventually they all came to the same conclusion.

"What should we do?"

Chu Xuan pushed up his glasses: "You lack allies right now."

"Coincidentally, I have an ally."

"Tyra."

The evil gods burst into wild laughter.

"Your ally, is it the Emperor?"

"Yes and no," Chu Xuan said calmly.

"All you need to do is open a gap in the subspace and connect to other universes."

"The rest will naturally be taken care of by others."
-
Terra, the state cathedral.

Adam raised his head, his eyes narrowing slightly, as if he had sensed the unusual movement in the distance.

A report on the Battle of Qardia lay quietly on his desk.

Adam gently traced the report cover with his fingertips, slowly put the document away, then stood up and walked out of the church.

Outside the church, the High Lords were already waiting respectfully.

The Star Court, the Assassin Court, the Inquisition, the Knight Legion, the Mechanicus—all the imperial powers are included.

But no one showed any impatience about "waiting too long." Everyone's expression revealed undisguised respect, even a hint of fanatical piety.

After years of maneuvering, Terra had become Adam's personal fiefdom, with all the high lords now his henchmen. His power far surpassed that of Van Diehl in his prime.

Even the former ruler, Makado.

Adam's gaze swept over them: "Are you all ready?"

Those high lords who once held the pinnacle of imperial power bowed deeply, their voices utterly respectful: "Your Holiness, all preparations are complete."

Adam nodded slightly, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable authority: "Now that everything is ready, I need to consult the Emperor first."

After saying that, he turned and walked slowly toward the palace.

Terra was now surrounded by layers of troops.

Giant ships were moored near the spaceport, their defenses airtight, with every detail, from air defense firepower to subspace barriers, thoroughly checked.

The High Lords were confident that they could keep any invading enemy, whether it was a Chaos Demon or some other threat, out of Terra.

But only the high lords knew what thoughts lay behind this "confidence."

Ever since the Pope proclaimed the future, they have vaguely understood that they have long been abandoned by the "former master" on the Golden Throne.

The Emperor, along with his Primarch and allies of dubious origin, will reclaim His authority and completely eradicate the High Lords from the center of power.

The High Lords found this ending unacceptable, yet they lacked the courage to rebel against the Emperor.

But Adam gave them hope.

Today, in Terra and the surrounding star systems, the once ubiquitous portraits of the Emperor have all been removed, replaced by enormous crosses.

That is the symbol of the new Pope Adam, the new "faith totem" of humanity in this star system.

As Adam walked toward the palace, he could clearly feel that his condition had become much more stable.

With the help of countless human believers as "spiritual anchors," the power within him that had been fluctuating repeatedly finally stopped getting out of control.

The "other voice" that used to frequently echo in his mind has been silent for a long time.

But Adam knew very well that the other party had not disappeared, but was lying in wait, silently waiting for the moment when he would reveal a weakness.

"Chu Xuan, I wonder what your expression will be after you see the real Central Continent Team and then face the Demon Team's clone?" Adam muttered to himself, a cold smile curving his lips.

Adam stopped outside the palace, his gaze piercing through the thick palace walls, as if he could see the mummified corpse sitting on the golden throne.

He curled the corners of his lips slightly, his tone carrying a hint of sarcasm and certainty: "The eternal torment on the golden throne should also come to an end."

"Let me free you from this predicament."

Meanwhile, crosses lit up throughout the solar system.

A terrifying vortex appeared in the sky above Terra.

All of humanity stopped what they were doing and fervently chanted praises to the universe.

"The Creator of all things, the all-knowing and all-powerful God!"

"You are the source of all greatness, you are the beginning and the end!"

"You are the God of Gods, you are the ruler of the vast star realm!"

At this moment, the ancient beings from another universe have descended!
(End of this chapter)