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Chapter 140 Oh no, the Emperor is actually myself!
"Father, I'm back."

Guilliman's voice was deep.
He looked at the golden throne with a sorrowful expression.

This is where all dreams begin, and where all dreams end.

Empires were born for this reason, and continue to exist because of it.

Qin Yun also curiously examined the magnificent golden throne.
The Golden Throne was a massive structure, with all sorts of mysterious machines filling the entire underground palace, operating in a way that Qin Yun could hardly comprehend.

The emperor sat on his throne on the high platform, maintaining the golden throne's suppression of the network despite his severe injuries.

Trajan led the two deeper into the complex, past the machines, to the magnificent platform before them.

A dazzling light shone from the throne on the high platform.

Seated within the light was a man, the ruler of mankind, the great emperor.

Guilliman saw a man sitting on a throne, like an eternal king.

Unlike what Guilliman saw, Qin Yun saw a heavily wounded man slumped on the throne.
The fatal wound left by Horus is still clearly visible.

Endless pain was etched on His face.

Its mouth was wide open, emitting a silent scream.

The emperor endured inhuman torture in order to ensure the survival of the human race.

Even that face, which should have been immortal, was corroded by endless pain.

His facial features were contorted with pain.
The legs, covered in golden armor, twitched occasionally, tapping slightly against the metal throne.

The machines inside the throne room were constantly humming.
When Guilliman and Qin Yun walked in, the roar became even stronger.

boom!
Some older components, unable to withstand the overflowing energy, overloaded and emitted dazzling electrical sparks.
The members of the Mechanic Order, dressed in stained red robes, looked panicked as they prayed to the binary mantra to appease the machine spirit and replace the relevant parts.

The machine, buried deep underground, pulsed intermittently.

The relentless piston continues to move back and forth at the farthest point of the cave.

Flashes of electricity leaped and darted between the giant devices used to maintain the flow of energy.
The electric arc tears apart free oxygen molecules, releasing pungent ozone that lingers in the air.

As Qin Yun approached the throne, an indescribable power and will suddenly surged into his body.
Bright light emanated from his mouth and nose.

It was as if a sun was being conceived and born within him.

Then, Guilliman saw the emperor on the golden throne suddenly open his eyes.
He looked at Guilliman, his golden eyes like the sun, containing unimaginable power and might.

In an instant, Guilliman felt as if someone had grabbed him by the throat.
He stared wide-eyed at his father on the throne, his face filled with shock and disbelief.

Father actually opened his eyes?
You must know that ten thousand years ago, when he returned with a large supporting army,
His father didn't say anything to him, let alone open his eyes!

When the Emperor tried to speak, a million voices immediately echoed in Guilliman's mind.

Even the original body could hardly bear these sounds, revealing an expression of unbearable pain.

An unimaginable will suppressed the other voices, and finally He called out the name of the Primarch.

"Guilliman, my last loyal son, my pride, my greatest victory."

"My second most useful tool, another hope of mine."

"........."

These words made Guilliman, who was already in great pain, even more distressed and heartbroken.
Ah!
No!

Even if they're all just tools, they only rank second!
Who is number one? Is it a saint?
Dad, you've gone too far!
I'm your biological child!

Even if we're ranking them, they should be number one, okay?!

Trajan, who had followed Qin Yun and Guilliman in, looked at the roaring machines with astonishment.
He didn't see the Emperor open his eyes; he could only see Qin Yun, who was radiating light, and the psionicists who were becoming increasingly pained.

"Have you really established contact with the Emperor?" Tula asked, somewhat incredulous.

The people outside the door seemed to sense something as well.
Celestine and the nuns behind her prayed with joy on their faces.

Wodes and the others showed surprise; the existence of a saint was indeed extraordinary.

Never before has the Lord of Mankind manifested himself in the mortal realm so frequently.

Now, they have witnessed it twice already.

Qin Yun neither saw the emperor open his eyes nor heard the emperor's words.

He was once again drawn into that magnificent city.

But this time, his perspective changed.

No longer on the ground, but high in the sky, infinitely far away in the sky.

The magnificent city appeared tiny in his eyes.

"Is this the view of the Black Sun?"

Qin Yun was very shocked.

He never imagined that he would gain the vision of the black sun.

Isn't the Black Sun supposed to be the Emperor's incarnation in the Warp?

He's become an emperor?

Good heavens, I woke up to find that the weasel was actually myself?

"Hey buddy, do you think I'm a man or a god?"

So, I control His projection.

Then He should be using my body now.

Have we swapped places?

Qin Yun made some guesses but couldn't get an answer, so he had to suppress his thoughts.

Instead, he looked around with curious eyes.

He saw countless human souls pouring into the black sun, becoming part of its flames.

These souls are generally filled with pain, despair, and piety.

"The destruction of humanity will give birth to a fifth god in the warp."

Qin Yun recalled his conversation with the Eldar prophet Eldar.
Everything I am seeing right now
This is undoubtedly the best interpretation of this statement.

A thought in my mind,
Countless visions appeared before Qin Yun, each representing a devout believer.

He connects with these people through the thread of faith, using their eyes to observe the real universe.

Countless conspiracies and plans suddenly flashed through Qin Yun's mind.
"Could other evil gods also have this kind of vision?!"

Qin Yun was somewhat curious, and he looked towards the Calissis star sector.

They saw the people under the rebels' command praying for the emperor's salvation.

The Empire's army, following his orders, is launching attacks in all directions, sweeping away the rebels and forcing them to gather in the Maltz system.

In the Beast Garden, several players are trying to place the Beast Taming Controller on the Beast Garden's controller, Marabas.

This offensive act infuriated the treacherous and wicked demon.

This guy wants to be his mount!
These minions of the cursed are truly going too far in their deception of the demons.

Of course, all of this is wishful thinking.
At this stage, players have no chance of defeating a powerful demon.

"Blessed by the Emperor."

Among the players was a member of the state religion, dressed in a priest's robe and holding a religious text, with the ID "(God Emperor Above, Slaanesh Below)".

He was praying fervently, seeking the help of the Emperor's power.

As he prayed, the power of the black sun flowed like drops of silk along the thread of faith into the other's body.

"I'll lend you a hand."

As soon as the thought crossed Qin Yun's mind,
A surge of power instantly flowed into the player's body.

In milliseconds, it turned the opponent into a torch.
In less than a second, the other party was burned to ashes and scattered by the wind.

Qin Yun: "…………"

Malabas, the mastermind of the Beast Garden, revealed a look of fear.

He looked around, searching for the figure of the cursed one.

The surviving players stared wide-eyed.
He felt no pity as his teammates were instantly reduced to ashes.

"What happened?"

"I guess this guy's name was too blasphemous, and he even dared to switch to playing a game based on the state religion, making a living off faith. He's probably been punished."

"Without the heretical brothers, there's no show to watch. Let's retreat."

"........."

Watching the players flee the Beast Garden in a disheveled state,
Qin Yun was a little embarrassed.
The power of the black sun was too terrifying; he couldn't control it properly.
I'll be more careful next time.

Even the slightest thought of bestowing a blessing can instantly reduce the recipient to ashes.

If it were an ordinary person, the outcome probably wouldn't be good.

Qin Yun guiltily shifted his gaze to Terra, where he noticed a crimson shadow slowly gathering over humanity's home planet.
"Is that the one on the Brass Throne? Is he about to launch an invasion of Terra?"

"Khorne, you big guy, take this psionic spear."

Qin Yun gathered the power of the black sun, locked onto the source of the crimson shadow, and prepared to unleash a powerful attack.
Suddenly, a moment of dizziness...
When the dilated pupils refocused on everything before them,
Qin Yun found himself with a single field of vision restored and back in the throne room.

"They're back already? I haven't even taught that Khorne a lesson yet!!"

Qin Yun was somewhat annoyed, wondering why he hadn't acted faster.

…………

Guilliman didn't know how much time had passed.
In his view, only a few minutes had passed.

But when the conversation ended and I checked the timer inside my armor, I found that a day had already passed.

“Sage,” Guilliman called to Qin Yun, who was still frustrated beside him.

"Primarch," Qin Yun nodded, "Is the conversation over?"

Guilliman nodded. "Did you hear his voice?"

Qin Yun shook his head. "What I see may be different from what you see." Guilliman wanted to ask what the other had seen, but he quickly abandoned that foolish idea.

Clearly, the Emperor had different plans for the two of them.

Don't always try to find the answer.

Recalling Magnus's downfall, Guilliman silently warned himself.

Sometimes, the answer is meaningless; it is the action that matters.

After finishing their conversation, Guilliman and Qin Yun stepped out from between the thrones.

The crowd, who had been waiting for a long time, knelt down and prayed for enlightenment from the Primarch and the Sage.

The sound came in waves, one after another.

Guilliman walked up to them and said firmly, “Redemption has come, and a new era will begin.”

The Primarch then stopped speaking to them and went to Trajan, giving him his orders.

"Summon all the high lords; I have a few important announcements to make."

Trajan nodded and instructed the guards beside him to relay the order.

Soon, a grand meeting was convened.

Representatives were sent by various factions, including the Imperial Guard, Mars, the Ministry of the Interior, the Star Torch Court, the Star Language Court, the State Religion, the Court of Justice, the Navigator Family, the Ministry of Justice, the Star Guardians, the Navy, the Assassin Court, and the Sisters' Order.

Among these people were twelve members of the High Lords Council of Terra.

"I will reclaim my positions as Supreme Commander of the Empire and Chairman of the Council."

At the very beginning of the meeting, Guilliman dropped a bombshell.

The explosion caught everyone off guard, leaving them all bewildered and at a loss.
They had long been adept at serving a silent god, rather than a living Primarch.

After a moment of silence, the cacophony of sounds returned like a tidal wave.

They talked to each other, revealing a variety of emotions.

Panic, unease, and also excitement and exhilaration.

Imperial Chancellor Tyrean was also somewhat at a loss.
Throughout his centuries-long political career, he never had a living Primarch.

But thanks to his years of experience, he managed to keep his composure.

“According to the laws of the Empire, you have such power, sir.”

Tyrion answered the Primarch with neither servility nor arrogance, then turned to look at the Highlord and the others.

Does anyone have any objections?

“Ten thousand years have passed since your time, my lord. Everything has changed.” It was Iltu Simoten of the Ministry of the Interior who spoke first. “A new era requires new methods. Perhaps you should choose a better position.”

“For example?” Guilliman looked at the other person.

"What about military command? You can mobilize the entire empire's army to suppress the expansion of the Chaos forces and internal rebellions," Iltu said in a professional tone.

The suggestion immediately sparked a flurry of discussion among the attendees.

Many people showed expressions of agreement.

The era of the Primarchs has ended, and hastily taking control of the Empire could bring a series of unknown problems.

Some people were outraged by the shamelessness of this suggestion.
A swarm of damned insects intends to use the Primarch as a tool for their rule.

They did not want the Primarch to wield power in the Empire; rather, they wanted him to lead the army into battle to fend off the enemies of Chaos.

That way, they could stay in Terra and continue to enjoy their rights and wealth.

Guilliman stared at the Interior Ministry representative—Iltu Simotern.

This guy is the most influential and has served the longest among the twelve lords.

From some people, Guilliman learned that this guy had always adhered to conservative policies.

When Cadia fell and the empire was in crisis, he and his followers also proposed austerity measures.

They wanted to stop the Star Language Court from working, gather as many resources as possible, and ensure that the solar system could safely pass through the Dark Ages.

“You’re dismissed, Iltu,” Guilliman said calmly.

The Primarch's single sentence silenced the entire meeting room.
Many people were deathly pale.

They finally realized that the rules of the game seemed to have completely changed.

“You cannot remove me from my position.” Irtu was no longer as composed as before.

“I am the son of the Lord of Humanity, one of the founders of the Empire, and I even rebuilt this council after the war. My taking over as the Supreme Commander of the Empire and the Chairman of the Council is not something I discussed with you, but rather an announcement to you.”

"I really suggest you take a good look at the provisions of the Imperial Law and see if I have the authority to dismiss you from your post."

Guilliman spoke calmly, and with each reason he gave, Irtu's face grew paler.
Finally, it resembles a wandering ghost, inspiring unease and fear in those who see it.

"I…………"

"Take him out." Guilliman called for law enforcement officers to lead Iltu out of the conference room. "Anyone else objecting?"

The Primarch's words silenced everyone.

Who would dare to object?

He'd probably be fired on the spot the moment he finished speaking!

In the entire Empire, who can rival the prestige of a Primarch?

The answer is no.

Especially now, with the fall of the Cardia Fortress and the arrival of the Dark Ages, the Empire is in a precarious state.

The fervent support of the people and the military for the Primarch was his most powerful weapon.

Guilliman's cold gaze swept over everyone. "Now let's move on to the next topic: issue a mass production decree to provide sufficient supplies for the expedition."

"expedition?"

"What expedition?"

"........."

The people at the meeting looked bewildered.

They looked at each other, filled with incomprehension and confusion.

"Kadia has fallen, and the forces of Chaos are expanding on an unprecedented scale. The Empire must mount a strong counterattack to stop the enemy and halt the continued bleeding."

Guilliman's tone was firm.
"I plan to gather all the power of the Empire and launch an expedition to strike at the forces of Chaos."

"The name of this expedition is Indomitable, which means that mankind will never give up."

"........."

…………

Qin Yun did not participate in the power struggle between Guilliman and the Terra Council.
He was busy with his own things.

After exiting the throne room, a golden light curtain appeared.

[Mission: Escort Kaul safely back to the Solar System (Completed)]
You have successfully escorted Kaul to the Solar System and received the following reward: a large amount of Faith Points, which players can unlock the Primal Forging upgrade at certain levels.
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"The junior players can finally upgrade their original equipment."

Qin Yun smiled as he received his mission reward.

For an ordinary person to become an Emperor's angel—a Space Marine—it requires nineteen surgeries.

These are: second heart, bone strengthening organ, muscle strengthening organ, blood regeneration organ, hematopoietic organ, Lareman organ, nerve ganglion, prefabricated stomach, gene detection nerve, multiple lungs, visual control organ, Lyman's ear, meninges, pigment control organ, pebble kidney, taste detection nerve, sweat gland improvement organ, gene storage gland, and black shell.

Only by successfully completing all the implantation surgeries can one transform into a Space Marine.

For the original Forged Warrior, three more surgeries are needed on top of the nineteen surgeries.

Organ tendon coils, hymns of the Virgin Mary, Belisarius' furnace.

These three organs grant players greater strength and enhancements, as well as regenerative abilities that surpass those of ordinary Space Marines.

Once players complete the original upgrade, their combat power will experience a qualitative leap.

Having just distributed the rewards for the old mission, the Emperor assigned Qin Yun a new mission.

Mission: Stop the cultists/Khorne's army

A warp storm is gathering, and the Blood God intends to deploy his army into the real universe.
Terra will face a severe test.

Please annihilate the cultists of Terra and suppress the Khorne army that is about to enter the real universe.

Rewards: One epic power armor piece and a large amount of Faith Points.

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"If I just let him fire a psionic spear at that guy, nothing would happen!!"

Qin Yun felt a prickly itch whenever he failed to unleash his psionic spear.

I wonder if there will be another chance to exchange them!

If I had the chance, I would definitely give each of the four great benefactors of the warp a psionic nuclear bomb immediately.

Let them know what human rage is.

After venting his frustrations, Qin Yun set about completing the task assigned by the emperor.

Qin Yun instructed Xiling to issue missions to the players, ordering them to follow the Grey Knights and the Imperial Guard to various locations to clean up cultists and demons in the warp.

After the blinding day caused by the extinguishing of the Star Torch, Terra's control over demons significantly decreased.

Sometimes, demons enter the real world through the rituals of cultists or the prayers of mortals.
Wandering in the lower-level hives or abandoned areas, hunting the souls and flesh of those who are suffering or lost.

The various departments of the Empire and the players acted swiftly, but the crisis in Terra was beyond imagination.

The entire planet is in turmoil, with various cults emerging and sacrifices taking place everywhere.

On the eighth day after Guilliman's return, the unrest that erupted everywhere brought the warp storm to its peak.

Immediately afterwards, the Khorne army descended upon Holy Terra.

(End of this chapter)