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Chapter 216 Emperor: Obtaining a Purple Phoenix Figurine

The air became eerily quiet.
The noisy players seemed to be under a spell, standing frozen in place.

Neither of them moved, afraid of making a sound and becoming the scapegoat.

"who am I?"

"where am I?"

"What should I do?"

In those few seconds, Trajan contemplated countless times the meaning of life and the universe.
To be honest, he didn't really want to face this terrible reality.

The dignified commander of the Imperial Guard was knocked away by the Chosen One and slid so far on the smooth ground!!

If word gets out, where will I, as the commander of the Imperial Guards, put my face?
But reality is reality, and it won't disappear just because you try to escape it.

After hesitating for a moment, Trajan rolled over and got up, looking somewhat disheveled.

The imperial guards and players just watched without saying a word.

The scene was eerily quiet.

Only when Trajan was in action did the sound of the servo motors inside the armor echo in the air.

The players instinctively took a step back.
Trajan glanced around at the chosen ones and sighed inwardly.

Where did Your Majesty find these clowns?!

I organized my thoughts.

Trajan glossed over what had just happened and began the quest storyline in a solemn and serious tone.

"Chosen Ones, are you here to accept a mission?"

"The brutal cyber warfare drained the cyber forces of their blood, and their bodies are still left in the cyberspace today."

"As long as you can bring back the bodies of the fallen imperial heroes, you will gain the friendship of the Imperial Guard and a reward."

"I want to sign up." Zhan Shuai was the first to step forward. "It is my honor to serve the Imperial Guard."

After saying that, he clenched his fist and pounded it on his chest, making a loud thud, symbolizing the donation of his heart.

Trajan nodded in satisfaction at this gesture. "Thank you for your dedication, Chosen One, Warmaster of the Second Empire."

Trajan didn't quite understand the meaning of the other person's name; he was just transliterating it.

The other players, witnessing this scene, were immediately heartbroken and filled with grief and indignation.

This guy beat me to it again.
Judging from Trajan's expression, he must be very satisfied with him.

That Zhan Shuai guy is practically an NPC succubus!!
He always gets maximum favorability with any NPC he interacts with!

Other players also stepped forward.

"Commander, I also want to take on a mission."

"I will never let you down."

"We're all family, so you can't go wrong choosing me."

"Yes, Brother Trajan, I also want a mission, I also want to experience the work of the Imperial Guard."

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Slash! Slash!"

"I will offer my blood to the throne and my skull to the Emperor. I will give everything for the Emperor."

"........."

The words of the chosen one echoed in Trajan's ears.
It made him suspect that he was facing a group of cultists, who were shouting all sorts of blasphemous slogans very fluently.

After the commotion, Trajan issued the order.
Watching the players leave happily, and even saying thank you before leaving, Trajan suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu.

Send the Chosen Ones to the Net Path to retrieve the bodies of fallen heroes, and as a reward, let them do a day's work as Imperial Guards.
Not only will they not have any objections, they will also thank you.

Trajan initially thought the saint was joking.

Surprisingly, these chosen ones actually thank you.

The players who received the mission quickly got to work.

Recruit staff, develop plans, and discuss how to collaborate.

The scale of cyber warfare is considerable.

Besides the Imperial Guard and the Silent Sisters, there were also members of the Mechanicus of the Unified Church.

Later, the Royal Guard mobilized another batch of reinforcements from Terra, which also suffered heavy casualties.

Bringing back all the bodies of the deceased would be a huge undertaking.

It's unrealistic to expect players to move the items themselves.

The players recruited some Imperial troops.
They are to be assigned to tasks such as perimeter security and transport.

The judges of the Inquisition, through some unknown means, learned of the mission given to the Chosen One by Trajan, the commander of the Imperial Guard, and decided to participate in it.
They dispatched several Inquisitors and Stormtroopers to join the Chosen Ones in entering the Web Path to investigate some matters.

The Mechanical Repair Society also responded very positively after receiving the news.

They also wanted to explore the web, so they announced their participation in the mission.

Players participating in the mission will also be provided with a batch of newly produced mechanical equipment.

Just as the matter of the internet was affecting the nerves of various departments...
Qin Yun was in the Terra Palace, receiving Little Fugrim, Masanor, and others.

"Sanguinius?"

The first time I saw Qin Yun,
Masanor and the other Shadowmoon Wolves initially mistook it for Saint Gilles.

Because they are so similar, the pair of pure white wings and the weeping mask are both standard features of Saint Gillespie.

“I am not Saint Gilles.” Qin Yun shook his head. “Saint Gilles is dead. He was killed by Horus himself on the Soul of Vengeance.”

“I am the Emperor’s saint, acting as regent for Robert Guilliman in Terra, and have the authority to decide your fate.”

Masanor and the others opened their mouths, but ultimately couldn't say anything, their expressions turning very gloomy.

The names Vengeance and Horus touched a nerve with them.

The betrayal of the Primarchs and the Legion turned their hard-won honor into a joke.

The Shadowmoon Wolf, once considered a source of pride, is now a name that can no longer be mentioned.

Little Forgrim didn't speak, but his face was equally gloomy.

"Alright, I brought you here not to discuss things from the past."

Qin Yun spoke in a very gentle tone, trying her best not to put pressure on them.

"It was your Legion and Primarch who betrayed you; you were not involved. The infamy and hatred should not fall on you."

"But considering the public's simple feelings, you should no longer call yourselves Shadow Moon Wolf, and you should no longer talk about your past honors, so as to avoid causing unnecessary public opinion and conflict."

The eyes of Masanor and the other Shadowmoon Wolves immediately dimmed.

This statement undoubtedly negates the sacrifices they once made.

But considering the information they had seen about the Horus Rebellion,
But they also understood that the other party's reasons for doing so were legitimate.
Shadowmoon Wolf has long been a term hated by the people of the Empire.

“We understand, Your Majesty,” Masanor nodded and said softly.

"What are your plans for yourselves? Will you continue fighting for the Emperor, or retire?" Qin Yun asked Masanor.

“We want to continue fighting.” Masanor walked up to Qin Yun and knelt on one knee. “Horus’s feelings for the Emperor are so sincere, he would never betray the Emperor.”

"It's all Abaddon's fault. If he hadn't been so foolish as to trust that guy Eribus, there wouldn't have been the Horus Rebellion."

Masanor has been investigating the origins and details of the Horus Rebellion during this time.
Detailed information about this rebellion has long been lost.
But the Chosen Ones knew the inside story.

Thus, Masanor used his own weapon to obtain detailed information about the Horusic Rebellion from a Chosen One who knew the inside story.

Masanor and the others were captured by the Endless Tarasin during the Battle of Ulanor.

After the Battle of Ulano, Horus took over as commander-in-chief.

The Emperor withdrew from the Great Crusade and returned to Terra to build the Webway.

After defeating the false emperor and queen, the Shadowmoon Wolf Legion changed its name to Sons of Horus.

The legion's initial campaign went relatively smoothly, with them conquering numerous worlds in succession.

Until Irebas joined the Legion,

Horus's son suffered a series of setbacks, which severely damaged Horus's confidence.

On several occasions, the defeats were caused by Eribas interfering with the battles.

For example, the Interles civilization,

The expeditionary force and the delegation from the Interlesian civilization are already negotiating.

However, Irebas secretly stole the nemesis's blade that the other party was keeping.

This led the Interles civilization to mistakenly believe that the Imperial expeditionary force led by Horus was a lackey of Chaos.

This led to a fierce battle between the two sides.

Later, Irebas even publicly revealed at a press conference that Governor Yugan Tamba was the traitor of Devonstar, putting Horus in an awkward position and forcing him to personally quell the rebellion.

Privately, Irebas then gave the stolen Nemesis Blade to Yogan Tamba.
This caused Horus to suffer an incurable wound.

Abaddon and his men were caught off guard by Horus's injuries.

Under the influence of Erebas, Horus was sent to the Temple of Devon.

Ultimately, this led to Horus being corrupted by Chaos, which sparked the Horusic Rebellion.

“We just want Eribus and Abaddon to pay the price, Saint,” Massano said. “That’s the only reason we’re still alive.”

“These two traitors are blessed by the gods; you are no match for them.” Qin Yun pointed out a truth that filled Massano and the others with despair. “Even if you find them, you can’t kill them.” “Someone has to do it, Saint. As long as they bleed, there will definitely be a way to kill them.”

Masanor spoke with firm conviction; he and the Shadowmoon Wolves behind him had made up their minds.

"Since you insist, I will certainly give you my full support." Qin Yun nodded. "I will allow you to accept the original forging upgrade and obtain the best equipment. I hope you can succeed."

“Thank you for your understanding and support, Your Majesty.” Masanor looked grateful.

Qin Yun looked at Little Foggrim, "Now tell me about yourself."

"What do you intend to do with me?"

Little Fugrim looked at Qin Yun, who stood there, his face ashen, like a prisoner about to be judged.

Before Qin Yun could reply,

A communication came in, the projection device roared, and the beam of light outlined Guilliman's figure out of thin air.

"Sage, is there something you need? Why are you in such a hurry to establish communication with me?"

Guilliman's voice came through, full of a light and cheerful tone.
There's been a lot of fighting lately, but he's still quite happy.

Because Terra's affairs are none of his concern.
Qin Yun spearheaded the imperial political reforms and the reforms of the Mechanical Repair Society.

It gave him hope that the empire would become prosperous again.

If we keep doing this...

Why worry that we cannot quell the dark turmoil stirred up by the chaotic gods?

At that moment, Guilliman saw Forgrim, paused for a moment, and then raised his voice.

"Fulgrim?"

"Sage, get away from that guy quickly."

That face looks so familiar.

Just seeing that face made the scars on Guilliman's neck ache.

Qin Yun stepped forward and said, "Regent, don't get agitated. He is not our enemy, but on our side."

“You can’t trust a traitor,” Guilliman said. “They’re too cunning.”

Qin Yun patiently explained the whole story.

"This is Little Fogrem, a clone created by Fabius Bayer using your brother's genetic sample."

"He was taken away by the Endless Tarasim for some reason and imprisoned in the collection until the Chosen Ones launched a war, at which point he was rescued..."

Guilliman stared wide-eyed at Fogrim.

"He is a clone."

“Yes.” Qin Yun nodded. “Your father asked me to take him to the Golden Throne. I thought that since it was such an important matter, you should also know about it, so I contacted you.”

The Chaos Gods are masters of sowing discord.

Having too many secrets makes one easily exploited.

It's better to be honest, so Guilliman doesn't make unfounded assumptions.
To avoid a Guilliman Rebellion later on.
That would be great fun.

"My father wants you to take him to the Golden Throne?" Guilliman frowned. "What is my father planning to do?"

"We need to purify the chaotic pollution within him," Qin Yun said frankly, "and then he can become my captain of the Imperial Guard."

Guilliman: "…………"

No, who is the biological child anyway?
Although Young Foggrim is a copy and not as strong as the original Primarch, he's still related to him.
So, Shui Lingling was assigned to be the captain of the emperor's guard?

Even though I don't want it, at least make an arrangement for me, as a token gesture, so I can't refuse.

Ever since I woke up, I've been made to work like a beast of burden.
They didn't say a word, nor did they offer any benefits.

Will there come a day when the emperor's throne will be given to a saint?
Of course, Guilliman would also support the Emperor's decision.
After all, the situation couldn't get any worse.

Moreover, a sage's character dictates that he won't act recklessly; he will diligently focus on developing science and technology and improving people's lives.
With Xiling assisting him, he seems more suited to the position than the Emperor.

Qin Yun had no idea that Guilliman had so many ideas.

Otherwise, I'd definitely give him the middle finger.

I treated you like a brother, and you actually want me to sit on the golden throne?!
After informing Guilliman about young Fogrim,

Accompanied by Trajan and other guards, Qin Yun led young Forgrim into the throne room.

The throne room was as bright as ever, with numerous machines humming and clattering.

When young Fugrim saw the Emperor seated on the throne, tears blurred his vision.

"Father."

He blurted it out unconsciously.

At that moment, the many machines maintaining the golden throne emitted a high-pitched sound.

boom!boom!
Some devices were overloaded, and electrical sparks flew everywhere.

Clearly, the Emperor had also noticed young Fogrim.

"Praise be to the Emperor." Qin Yun performed the Heavenly Eagle salute, praying to the Emperor.
The next second, a dazzling golden beam of light enveloped little Fogrim.

Immediately afterwards, little Foggrim disappeared from everyone's sight.

"He's manifested his divine power again!!"

Trajan and the other guards were deeply moved by what they saw.
During this period, the emperor repeatedly manifested divine power, indicating that His condition had improved.

Given time, they might be able to stand up again and lead them to conquer the galaxy.

Enveloped in light, little Fogrim instinctively closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, the surrounding environment had undergone tremendous changes.

Looking into the distance, all you see is a clear blue sky, spotless, as if it had been washed clean.

A few white clouds dotted the horizon.
A beautiful, unobstructed view slowly unfolded before him.
Towering, snow-capped mountains rise on the horizon.
A vast expanse of green grassland connects with the mountains.

Little Foggrim looked surprised.

He looked around and found himself standing on a damp lawn.
After taking a deep breath, my mouth was filled with a sweet and refreshing aroma and clear, fresh air.

"Where am I?"

Little Fugrim looked around at the beautiful scenery, a puzzled expression on his face.

"This is the former Terra. Before the palace was built, the place where you are was called the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau."

A deep, powerful voice rang out.

Little Fugrim turned his head and saw a tall, thin, handsome blond man.

The man wore armor covered in the marks of war, from sword cuts and axe blows.
He had a thick, brown beard, broad, muscular shoulders, and strong arms covered in scars.

"Who are you?" Little Fugrim felt that the other person was familiar.

"It seems you didn't inherit all the memories."

The man walked up to little Fogrim.

"I am Rellano, and I once served in the Third Legion. Perhaps you will be more familiar with me if I change my appearance."

The man's figure flickered like a phantom for a moment before transforming into a tall, fearless mech.

The mecha's surface was spraying purple paint, and the golden double-headed eagle on its chest was particularly eye-catching.

This fearless mech was Istvan's last loyal follower.
Rellano, the noble son of an emperor, the embodiment of loyalty and faith, an ancient sage.

At this moment, memories of Istvan III flooded into little Fogrim's mind.

Without a doubt, it was a shameful betrayal.

The loyal son of the emperor was suppressed by traitors led by Forgrim.

After a brutal ground battle, the traitors carried out an orbital bombardment, using this despicable tactic to eliminate the loyalists who remained on the ground.

"I'm sorry." Little Foggrim knelt down on one knee.

The battle on Istvan III had nothing to do with Little Fogrim.
But the vivid memories still tormented him, completely drawing him into Forgrim's perspective.

So when he saw Relano, he was overwhelmed by intense guilt.

"This is not your fault. You are just a clone, a new individual who has acquired the original's memories and genetic sequence."

Rellano reverted to his blond-haired form.
That was what he looked like before he was buried in the Dreadnought.

He helped little Foggrim up.

"Why are you here?" Little Forgrim asked.

"To guide you, Fugrim betrayed humanity, but there is still a chance for redemption. Come with me, for there is something I have for you."

Rellano led little Fugririm toward a magnificent imperial palace.

…………

Qin Yun waited in the throne room for most of the day, but Little Fogrim never returned.
He then left to see Tarasim the Endless, who was imprisoned in the Imperial Guard dungeon.

"how is this possible?"

Upon seeing Xiling beside Qin Yun, Tarasin screamed as if he had seen a ghost.

P.S.: I update daily; this Vashtor is quite interesting.

(End of this chapter)