Simultaneous Journey: Starting from Holy Terra

When Ye Ming logged on in Warhammer 40k, no one was online, so he tried calling out.

But... unfortunately, the shared space doesn't seem to have any vibration or body-shaking functions for the time being, and no one responded to his calls.

However, in an area not far away, he saw two semi-automated production lines, along with their generators and materials.

"It looks like it was made by me from the Cthulhu universe. Everyone must be busy. I'll just put the blueprints here and leave a comment. I'm sure everyone will see them."

After leaving a message, Ye Ming logged off again in Warhammer 40k.

Just as he was about to rest, he heard the voices of the Gray Knights outside the door.

"Company commander, a nobleman from the city has invited you to a banquet."

"The nobles in the city? We have no dealings with them, let's decline." Ye Ming thought for a moment and did not accept the invitation.

He is selecting pilot sites for transformation, but that won't be Altera 500 World.

"Yes."

The Gray Knights' voices trailed off, and they didn't come to report again.

Outside Ye Ming's residence, a noble lord dressed in a magnificent robe, exuding elegance in every movement, was looking at them with a rather peculiar gaze.

He was the nobleman who had just come to invite Ye Ming. He was not disappointed after being rejected. He just stood at a distance and looked at the gray knights with a very perverse gaze.

Thinking of Ye Ming's heroic figure fighting against the black legion, he couldn't help but stick out his tongue and lick it around his lips.

"This is so unique, but I'm not in a hurry. You'll be mine too~"

……

More than a month has passed since Guilliman, with his superb command skills, led the Ultramarines, Grey Knights, Black Templars, and others to recapture Macragge.

Ye Ming had been resting during this time, as required by Guilliman. He needed Ye Ming to be in good condition so that he could receive the original forging upgrade from the Great Sage Caul at any time.

Even our powerful "Doraemon" Koul still couldn't figure out the modification technology on Ye Ming's body.

Over the past month, news of the Primarch's return has spread throughout the galaxy, and many chapters in surrounding star systems have sent reinforcements.

Nova Warriors, Sons of Aurar, the Origin Chapter, and other offspring born from the Ultramarines gene sequence, upon their return and seeing the imposing figure of their Primarch, immediately prostrated themselves before him, swearing allegiance.

The Dark Angels, Raven Guardians, Space Wolves, and White Scars sent representatives to investigate the authenticity of the Primarch's return and to offer their blessings.

When the reinforcements from the Black Sanctuary arrived, they saw the fervent light in Marshal Amarich's eyes—the light of the Emperor!

This is also why Ye Ming didn't see Amaric. He was taken aboard the "Heretical Scourge" strike cruiser, took over the ancient armor and black sword, and became the new Emperor Champion.

Then, during the meeting this morning, a noble magistrate of Macurag proposed to Guilliman that a grand victory parade be held.

It was broadcast across the stars to inspire Macragge and the people of the entire Empire.

Guilliman agreed because it was a good idea.

Ye Ming wasn't interested in the Victory Parade; if it weren't for Killman's insistence, he wouldn't have even bothered to participate.

Because he knew what would happen next...

An archon possessed by a demonic principality will offer a laurel wreath imbued with the corrupting power of Slaanesh, but Guilliman will see through the deception and kill him.

Ye Ming wanted to stop it, but it was an open conspiracy.

Humanity, which had begun to embrace superstition and worship, had endured a dark millennium, and they certainly needed such a parade to uplift their spirits.

All Ye Ming can do is prepare in advance to prevent possible bad outcomes.

The meeting ended, and Ye Ming prepared to leave.

His vacation ends today, and he will return to the team to lead the newly formed squad in training.

If he succeeds in the integration, then he will undoubtedly become the founder of a brand new subgroup!

"Lord Ye Ming."

Just as Ye Ming reached the main entrance of the council hall and was about to descend the long steps, the governor who had proposed holding a victory parade stopped him.

"Sir Consul, is there anything I can help you with?"

Ye Ming looked at the other person and saw nothing wrong with him.

If I had to say something was "off," it would be that despite wearing ordinary aristocratic attire, he exuded an extraordinary aura.

How to put it... it was as if I were seeing a real aristocrat, elegant, noble, and magnificent.

He is the consul who just made the suggestion, and also the one possessed by the Primarch, Forgrim!

"It was just a friendly greeting."

The governor laughed and said, "I personally invited you to the banquet last night, but unfortunately you declined."

"I had something to do last night, I'm sorry."

Even knowing the other party's current identity, Ye Ming still maintained his persona.

The things arranged by the four Warp Gods are all, to some extent, "predestined." These things cannot be stopped and are bound to happen.

You can only disrupt things as they happen, not stop them before they happen. Doing so would only make things unfold in an even more unpredictable way!

However, being unable to stop it is one thing, not trying it is another.

Ye Ming might not be able to stop it now, but—he could disgust the other party!

"And today? I wonder if I have the honor of having the hero who defended Lord Guilliman's throne grace my banquet?" the governor asked with a smile.

Ye Ming looked at him, thought for a moment, and then suddenly asked, "What do you think is true glory? What is true beauty?"

"What?"

Ye Ming's sudden question startled the other party.

But soon, the other person revealed an extremely happy smile.

"Of course, of course I know!"

"Glory is powerful conquest, the fear of all empires' enemies! Glory is power, the ability to rule the world simply by standing in one's room!"

"And beauty—is the core of everything, the very fabric of the world! It is the highest, the greatest, and the purest thing!"

"Do you want it?"

As he spoke, the governor circled around Ye Ming.

His words were rhythmic, his voice filled with a special cadence, like a song or a seduction.

"Yes, it is indeed very attractive."

Ye Ming nodded, as if he had thought about it seriously, and then walked down the steps.

The governor, seizing the opportunity, continued, "How about coming to my banquet? I've prepared plenty of delicious food and fine wine, as well as many courtesans—and of course, if you wish, there's more!"

"As long as you come, everything will be fine~"

Ye Ming stopped and looked at the governor again.

The governor rubbed his hands together with a smile, like a hunter about to watch his prey fall into a trap. That feeling of watching someone fall into a trap was the most wonderful thing for him.

What you said is actually insignificant.

"What?"

The consul paused again. What do you mean by insignificant?

Ye Ming, however, continued, "Beauty is impossible to define. Everyone has their own opinion, and these opinions cannot be unified. Even if you brainwash everyone or kill everyone, you still cannot completely unify the concept of beauty."

"Moreover, the greatness of beauty is not embodied in a particular object or a particular person."

"Glory is the same; conquest, power, and the adulation of the people are nothing but scraps of honor."

"True glory comes from within, from the heartfelt praise of the people."

"In any case, it definitely isn't some guy with a human face, a snake's body, a long tongue, and a bunch of weird lumps of flesh mixed together."

Ye Ming stepped forward slightly and asked softly, "I remember one like that, that traitor, the fallen Primarch Forgrim. He is like this now, having lost his glory and beauty."

"Aren't you right?"

"—Your Excellency, the Consul."