Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

She had the iconic sky-high bun of the Silent Sister on her forehead, with a clear distinction between her smooth and shiny head and the bun.

"This is the Oblivion Knight of the Sisters of Silence, Kyria Kaslin." Malcador said the other person's name. "They are the absolute elite among the sisters. They only appear when encountering Alpha-level psykers or suppressing large-scale psyker riots."

But what is curious is that when approaching the Oblivion Knight, Roxi did not feel sore and weak like he did in Macragge.

This means that this Oblivion Knight can control his Soulless Aura with great skill and ease, which is far beyond the reach of Guilliman's newly formed anti-psychic force.

The Annihilation Knight walked over with the floating sarcophagi behind him. Roxi saw that inside each sarcophagus, there was a psychic who had been chemically hypnotized.

Some of them are middle-aged men, and some are children only about ten years old. There are boys and girls, old and young, with a faint smile on their sleeping faces. They have no idea what their next fate will be.

The transparent sarcophagi were transported to the walls of the throne room, which were covered with designed grooves, and pods were placed inside to hold the sarcophagi.

The Oblivion Knight did it herself, pushing the sarcophagus into the groove, and then the inlays, links, various conduits and data cables were correctly inserted one by one.

The technical priests in scarlet robes input commands, and as the program started, the psychics who were hypnotized by chemical means gradually woke up.

Some of them looked around curiously, while others screamed in fear. A total of one thousand psychics were placed around the golden throne.

Luo Xi suddenly felt a strong palpitation because the incredible technological creation was absorbing everything from those psychics.

Including psychic power, consciousness, and even soul.

These psychics who were brought to the Golden Throne by the Black Ship had their eyes wide open, but their bodies were trapped in transparent sarcophagi and unable to move. Their screams could not penetrate the barrier, but could touch the hearts of others.

Some of them were fathers, some were sons, and some were wives, but now they were all fuel for the operation of the Golden Throne.

This was an extremely terrifying scene. The souls of a thousand psychics were completely drained away, their bodies turned into ashes, and their souls seemed to be injected into the golden throne along those pipes.

And the emperor sitting on the supreme golden throne receives their power and souls.

Luo Xi instinctively covered his mouth. Even with his experience, he had hardly ever seen such a horrific scene.

His heart pounded as the psychic pyres gathered around the Golden Throne, facing the Emperor.

Roche's excellent eyesight could even see that near each sarcophagus, there were nine empty grooves that had not been filled.

Does this mean that this terrifying extermination machine can accommodate ten thousand psykers at the same time?

How ironic, how ridiculous, this machine that devours the souls and lives of a thousand psychics every day is now the key to maintaining the survival of the human empire.

He couldn't help but feel a little shaken. For the continuation of the empire and the continuation of mankind, so many innocent people were killed every day.

"It's a necessary sacrifice, not just for them, but for all of us in different ways."

Malcador's voice seemed to be without blood or tears, and he was telling a fact.

In order for humans to survive in this extremely dark and chaotic galaxy, countless people need to pay every price for the race.

Rogal Dorn, who had remained silent like a stone statue, finally spoke.

Although the Guards rejected his involvement and resisted the assistance of the Seventh Legion and Rogal Dorn, he still had a deep understanding of everything here.

"We never regret, nor are we ashamed, for even the most ignominious victory is better than the most noble defeat. Only the victors are entitled to salvation, while the graves of their dearest friends await the losers." said Dorn, "This is my brother's motto."

Roche clenched his fists, feeling pain for his own incompetence. Humankind relied on the bones and blood of the sacrifices to lubricate the empire's crumbling war machine, delaying the arrival of the end of the world day by day.

Someone on Earth once proposed the so-called trolley problem, and the empire was making the most rational and cruel decisions every minute and every second, sacrificing some people to save others.

The numbers of these people are in the billions, tens of billions, or even hundreds of billions.

He desperately wanted to change all this, but he sadly discovered that neither his shallow knowledge nor the golden age technology carried by the Red Alert seemed to be of much help in the current predicament.

"How should I meet the Emperor?" Roxi looked at Malcador and asked.

He believed that since the Emperor summoned him, there must be a special reason, otherwise how could the Sigillite take time out of his busy government affairs to accompany him on a trip to Terra.

And the doubts that have troubled him for so long may be answered today, in front of this golden throne.

"Just step forward and walk up the steps to the Golden Throne." Malcador held his double-headed eagle scepter and stood guard under the throne with Dorn.

Luo Xi took a deep breath, mustered up all his courage, and stepped onto the cold steps of the Golden Throne.

Chapter 360: Finally Meeting the Emperor (Please Subscribe)

From being alone with three people when they first came here to being alone now, Luo Xi felt lonely for the first time in a long time.

He suddenly felt a little dazed. From the beginning, he came to the 30th millennium alone, and then to Istvaan where he met a group of comrades. It seemed that he had more and more companions around him along the way.

Guilliman was his best friend, and the Five Hundred Worlds were like a second home to him.

As they arrived at Terra, the people around him seemed to disperse one by one again, and in front of the Golden Throne, Malcador and Rogal Dorn, who had accompanied him for the last part of the journey, also stopped and watched him walk up the stairs.

He was alone again.

The endless rune circuits and energy pipes under his feet were constantly releasing tiny pulses, making it seem as if layer upon layer of light blue ripples were stirring up under his feet with every step he took.

He was getting closer and closer to the Lord of Humanity, who was currently sitting on the golden throne.

He was waiting for Luo Xi's arrival.

My mood gradually changed from nervousness and anxiety to calmness. Yes, now that it has come to this, what is there to be afraid of?

I have overcome all difficulties, and even if the road ahead is still full of obstacles, I will persevere.

His heart had never been so calm and indifferent as it was at this moment. Every step he took was a test for his will and soul.

The breath of the Emperor has gradually become perceptible. It is an incomparably sacred and tragic atmosphere. As a member of the human race, Roxi feels empathy and sorrow from the bottom of his heart.

Many people hate the Emperor, believing him to be the greatest tyrant in history, cruel, unjust, and extremely self-enclosed, but everyone has to acknowledge his unique contribution to mankind.

Without the Emperor, there would be no human beings today. This once great race might still be struggling in the dark galaxy.

"He is in pain, he is suffering." Luo Xi said silently in his heart.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, he finally reached the top. The Lord of Mankind was sitting opposite him. A hazy light covered the Emperor's face, and he could not see the other person's appearance clearly with his naked eyes.

But a lonely man still emerged in Luo Xi's mind, sitting on the throne, his face filled with endless pain, his mouth seemed to open and utter a silent scream, his immortal face was being deformed and distorted by the most terrifying machine ever.

"Malcador is right. Those 1000 psykers whose souls were drained of their power are pathetic firewood, but compared to the Emperor sitting on the throne, a quick death may be a reward."

"It's so easy to die, but so hard to live."

Luo Xi suddenly realized that he could not and had no right to blame the Lord of Humanity. He had made more sacrifices than anyone else. What he faced was not death, but a reality more terrifying than death.

Endless energy is being drawn from the Emperor's body into this creation left over from the dark technological age. The core mechanism of the Golden Throne is a powerful psychic amplifier that can amplify the user's psychic energy, allowing him to enter a transcendent state similar to dimensional ascension.

It is precisely because of its dimensional characteristics that humans are able to get involved in the Eldar's webway.

The material used in the webway system created by the ancient saints is an anti-psychic substance that is far beyond human understanding. It is not black stone, but it also has the function of resisting the energy of compressed space.

The youth version of the Webway built by humans was made of materials collected from the abandoned Eldar worlds, combined with special metals developed by the Mechanicus, to create the human Webway through repairs.

The Emperor's psychic power is like the best glue, gluing these materials that have nothing in common together and imitating the creations of the Ancient Saints as closely as possible.

This is a helpless act. The absolute generation gap in technology makes human creations as ridiculous as the imitation of a three-year-old child, but humans have no choice, and the emperor has no choice either. Humans can only place all their bets on this point and become a gambler who gives everything.

Then as the distance got closer, what Luo Xi sensed became clearer and clearer.

He knew that the Lord of Mankind had many faces, Malcador had reminded him of this before he climbed the steps.

In his mind, a middle-aged man with a haggard and painful face appeared. He had black hair and a face that was more like that of an Asian.

Luo Xi didn't know whether this was the Emperor's true appearance, because theoretically, only the Untouchables could ignore the Emperor's psychic power and see his appearance under his psychic aura.

"I'm here." Luo Xi said.

He looked up at the Lord of Humanity who was sitting on the throne, and the moment he opened his mouth, the figure on the golden throne suddenly began to collapse and stabilize.

All the hazy halos disappeared, and the Emperor seemed to take the initiative to show his true appearance. It was no longer an imagination, but his appearance could be directly observed by the naked eye.

"You are……"

The moment he saw the face of the Lord of Mankind, it was as if a thunderbolt flashed through Luo Xi's mind. Indescribable horror and terror spread from the bottom of his heart. His limbs instantly stiffened as if he had been electrocuted, and then he tremblingly recited the name in his memory.

"Nios."

"How could it be you?"

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Just as Roche climbed the stairs to the Golden Throne, in front of the throne, a tribune of the royal guards named Diocletian blocked the contact between Rogal Dorn and the throne.

During the final battle at the Webway Portal, this Diocletian fought alongside the Tribune Ra and the Emperor.

The Tribune Ra was sealed by the Emperor with an original demon called Empire's End, and ran towards the Webway. After the first phase of the Webway War came to an end, Diocletian took over the position of the missing Tribune of Ra and became the only remaining Tribune today.

At this moment, there was undisguised anger in the eyes of the Emperor's most loyal guard, and he stared at Rogal Dorn with hatred.

The Primarch's eyes remained normal, completely oblivious to the hatred of the Custodians.

"You have already sent the person there. Leave here, Number Seven."

Diocletian said coldly, addressing Rogal Dorn with contempt. Number Seven was the code name given by the Emperor to the Primarchs. After all, these demigod Primarchs came from his genetic engineering laboratory.

"Stay away from my Lord, No. 7. This is the last warning."

Malcador couldn't help but frown at the rudeness and offense of the Custodians, although he understood why these guards of the Emperor were so hostile.

The betrayal of the Emperor's favorite son, Horus, plunged his Empire into a crisis of disintegration, while the good intentions of the Red King, Magnus, led to the Emperor sitting on the Golden Throne and unable to step down.

In the eyes of the Custodes, it was undoubtedly the sin of these completely uncontrollable Primarchs.

It's the Primarchs and the Astartes that set the galaxy on fire!

While the Primarchs' bodies harbored profane warp powers, the Custodians were the product of pure bio-alchemy, their flesh and souls so pure and clean that every Custodian was proud of it.

No Custodian will be corrupted by the Warp, and that will last until the moment of entropy of the universe.

They had already harmed the Emperor badly enough. As the Emperor's loyal servants and guards, Diocletian was able to endure his anger, which was a testament to their powerful and outstanding willpower.

"We no longer have the energy to trust. If the Primarch was truly trustworthy, the galaxy wouldn't be burning in war right now," said Diocletian.

The Oblivion Knight on the side supported the views of the Imperial Guard with dazzling sign language. The Emperor's Imperial Guards and the Sisters of Silence have always appeared in coordination. They are collectively known as the Emperor's Claws, and are almost the most powerful ruling force under the Lord of Mankind.

Physically, the Custodes were almost invincible. Even the elite Astartes were no match for them. However, their weaker psychic resistance than their physical attack and defense was perfectly compensated by the Sisters of Silence.

"This is the will of the Emperor, Tribune. We wait here, waiting for the unpredictable man to step down from the throne. He shoulders the great mission given by the Emperor, and we cannot know all of this."

Malcador responded calmly that he was the Emperor's Sigillite and his words were equivalent to the will of the Lord of Mankind.

Therefore, the tribune Diocletian immediately shut up and quietly stood in front of Rogaldorn.