He is the only light among the dark stars, he is the cold sun, he is the hope for mankind's survival.
As long as he remains sitting here, he can bring the rain and snow from the sky back to life, and bring dawn to the dark world. His existence is also mankind's biggest trump card against this galaxy that exudes endless malice and the gods of chaos.
His eyes were tightly closed, and his holy face was somewhat similar to Sanguinius, or rather, every Primarch could find similarities in him.
Endless spiritual energy was being siphoned and squeezed out of his body. Even a so-called Alpha-level psychic would be reduced to ashes within a second in such an environment.
"Father!"
"we are coming!"
Sanguinius, Lion's Johnson and other Primarchs knelt on the ground, tears streaming down their equally holy faces, empathizing with the fate and suffering that their fathers had voluntarily borne.
At the call of his offspring, the extremely tall figure finally slowly opened his eyes.
Endless electric light and brilliance burst out from his eyes. Luo Xi's heart was almost strangled, because he didn't know whether Neos in front of him was a man or a god. The cold sun in the subspace was watching them.
"Let us begin the ceremony of exchanging the Emperor and Magnus." Malcador's voice sounded, and he would preside over this complicated ceremony.
And Luo Xi was also trying his best to appease and influence the Golden Throne. Although he could not control this ancient mechanical creation, he could at least communicate with its machine soul so that it could remain stable during the handover process in the future.
The hearts of many Primarchs were filled with emotions, and together they suppressed Magnus who was still resisting, and pressed him into the empty space beside the Emperor.
A subspace storm surged on the back of Terra, and everyone in the solar system instinctively turned their eyes to Terra, the home planet of mankind. Something big was about to happen.
The astronomical torch that illuminates the Milky Way begins to flicker.
Chapter 556: The Return of the Lord of Humanity
Replacing the emperor on the Golden Throne is not as easy as imagined.
A close psychic connection has been formed between the Lord of Mankind and the Golden Throne, like a web entangled with thousands of threads, which could harm the essence of both parties if not handled with care.
And Luo Xi was also stabilizing the machine soul of the Golden Throne. This restless machine contained endless terrifying power, which was far beyond the limit of his ability.
According to Roche's previous conversation with the Emperor, the Golden Throne was originally the ultimate creation of those crazy and ambitious people in the Dark Age of Technology who tried to become gods.
Entering a higher-dimensional state to infiltrate the webway, or becoming a giant psychic emitter are just its insignificant functions.
For it, a human individual as powerful as the Emperor is almost a dream user, and it is very resistant to being separated from the Emperor.
Luo Xi was sweating profusely, and Malcador was not much better. The seal holder looked even older, with wrinkles on his face like ravines.
In order to separate the connection between the two, the psychic energy of the seal bearer is burning, and with the help of this external force, the emperor on the golden throne slowly propped up his palm.
Just like a patient who has been bedridden for many years trying to walk again, the Emperor used his palms to prop up his upper body, resisting the powerful attraction of the Golden Prince to him.
The gorgeous and magnificent Zhenyi armor burst out with a torrent of energy, resisting the force. His upper body detached from the seat behind him, followed by the armor on his hips. He was pulling it out of his body bit by bit.
With a silent cry, the Lord of Mankind stood up from the Golden Throne.
In his hand he holds the blazing Emperor's Sword, a divine weapon that has the power to destroy all falsehood and evil, burning all sinful souls.
The throne room suddenly lit up, the Emperor's flame once again illuminating the way ahead for humanity.
Everyone knows that the Emperor is drawing his sword against the Gods of the Warp. With endless courage and strategy, he is increasing the chances of victory for humanity. He points his sword far into the void. Behind the curtain, malicious entities led by the Four Gods of the Warp are becoming increasingly furious.
However, the dual barriers of the Veil and the Emperor's power prevented the powerful malice of those extremely terrifying beings, and the angry gods had no choice but to pour their rage on the brother who made the cursed leave the throne.
In the Emperor's vision, overwhelming scarlet, dark green, and pink-purple forces were invading the demonic domain of the Lord of Change, and countless Warp demons launched a charge under the will of their master.
The bronze bull of Khorne recklessly smashed into the Crystal Labyrinth, the Great Unclean One spread the plague to the demons of Tzeentch, causing these demons, which were in a constant state of change, to fall into a strange silence. The cavalry of the Lord of Pleasure plundered the treasures in the Crystal Labyrinth and dragged the demons belonging to Tzeentch behind their horses and humiliated them at will.
The Lord of Mankind sneered at these subspace monsters with disdain. They were born from the waves of thoughts of intelligent life and the collision of emotions, and naturally they also possessed all the weaknesses of intelligent life.
But these disunited Warp monsters, like an eternal curse, plague all lives and races that want to transcend.
They lurk in the underlying desires of intelligent life, driving the spread of corruption within, prompting the birth of betrayal, and causing glorious civilizations to collapse in the raging fires burning within.
The Emperor's lifelong dream is to allow the human race to break free from this eternal curse and truly embark on the path of independence and free development.
He can pay any price for this, even if it means being torn into pieces or reduced to ashes.
The Emperor was free again. He stood at the highest point of the throne and scanned everyone with his eyes.
Llane, Sanguinius, Dorn, Jaghatai, Leman Russ and Vulkan half-knelt on the ground, gazing at the Lord of Mankind with extremely fanatical eyes. Countless sufferings and tortures received the best reward at the moment when the Emperor rose again.
In the past, Chagatai Khan had always criticized the emperor for hiding the truth from them and had distrust and hostility towards the empire, but at this moment he only had infinite admiration and respect for his father in his heart.
Judging by deeds, not heart, no one is perfect. No matter what the Emperor thinks, when he is willing to pay any price for mankind and sit on the Golden Throne, no one is qualified to criticize or judge him.
The Emperor can only fight against the gods of the Warp on his own. This is an extremely lonely road. In the past, he had a group of immortal companions, but they had already parted ways on this road.
The Eagle of Chogoris greatly admires the courage and wisdom of the Emperor, whose almost limitless spirit underpins humanity's great plan to rebel against the gods of the Warp.
He examined his own past, judged all his other brothers, and finally came to a conclusion - no one could replace the Emperor, and no one could be as good as him.
Even beings like Horus or Sanguinius could only barely catch up to the Emperor's shadow in some aspects, but they would never become the second Emperor.
Roxi, Malcador, and Valdo stood aside. When the Emperor's eyes fell on Roxi, he finally revealed a soft and gentle expression.
The two looked at each other, and everything was said without words.
When someone laughs, someone else cries. Now that the emperor has broken free from his confinement, naturally there will be someone to fill his vacancy.
Magnus was tied with chains, binding him tightly to the Golden Throne. In fact, even without the chains, he could not escape the Golden Throne's almost unlimited thirst for psychic energy.
Leman Russ's Spear of Dionysus was left in place, to be wielded by a loyalist chosen by Lord Commander Valdor himself, and to be driven forever into the heart of the Scarlet King.
Only in this way will he not continue to be corrupted by the power of chaos, and only in this way can he provide energy for the Golden Throne forever. As for whether he is in pain?
Does it matter?
Allowing the traitor primarch to remain alive is the greatest mercy he can show them.
"No! No! No!!"
Magnus's roars and cries were drowned out by the noise of the psychic machine.
His scarlet skin and strong muscles quickly withered and faded. Even the Emperor would be transformed into a skeleton under the pressure of this terrible machine, not to mention that Magnus was far more powerful than the Emperor.
The King of Prospero soon became as thin as a emaciated skeleton, so thin that even his own armor could not support him.
Outside the solar system, all the people of the empire only saw the Astronomican seem to shake for a moment, and then resumed its eternal rotation.
"Did you notice that the Astronomican seems to be a little dim?"
"Maybe we are dazzled. Why did the Astronomican become dim?"
Magnus soon lost the strength to scream. The Golden Throne extracted and siphoned his psychic energy and even his soul, but would not actually kill him.
The throne's life support device was even maintaining the stability of his life so that he could better serve himself.
Even the Emperor turned around and looked at his son who was suffering endless pain and torture.
But rather than pity, the Emperor felt more of a sense of relief at having gotten rid of his anger. If it weren't for this conceited and foolish son, perhaps his Webway plan would have been completed and humanity would not have paid such a heavy price.
Chapter 557 The Emperor's Sacred Dirty Words
Both of them are sitting on the Golden Throne, and the Emperor can still maintain his own form, so Magnus is really miserable.
As the strongest Primarch after Vulkan, there was no muscle left on his body to fill out the skin.
The loose skin hung directly on his skeleton, leaving only his single eye still retaining some traces of flesh and blood, while the other eye that was sacrificed to Tzeentch was left with only an empty eye socket, which was extremely creepy.
Magnus was burning, literally burning. He had truly become the fuel for the Golden Throne, having fallen miserably from his once lofty altar.
Magnus was born extremely noble. He was the son of the Lord of Mankind since birth. After falling to Prospero due to the warp storm, he was regarded as a godsend by this world belonging to psychics.
He was taught and raised by the renowned psychic scholar Amon and other scholars, and became the greatest man in the world.
After returning to the Empire, Magnus was awarded the Fifteenth Legion. He became the Primarch and one of the greatest generals of the Empire. He and his brothers embarked on an expedition to revive humanity.
Even though he had to surrender to the Warp during the war with Leman Russ, Magnus was still respected and treated well by the Path of Change. The other side even tempted him to become a Demon Prince. As long as he was willing, he could complete the ascension ceremony in the next second.
He seemed to be always high and mighty, always invincible, and maintained an extremely arrogant and contemptuous attitude towards everything.
He was indeed qualified to be arrogant. Magnus was a demigod walking the earth, possessing godlike power and knowledge.
But he forgot that he was not born with knowledge at the beginning. It was the wise men of Prospero who taught him knowledge and people held him high, but he thought that this was how it should be.
"Isn't this what you wanted, my son?" The light on the Emperor began to dissipate, and he stood among the Primarchs, looking at Magnus who was suffering.
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
"Although I have repeatedly advised you to remain awed and calm in the warp, you always promised me solemnly, and then turned around and forgot everything."
"Look at your right eye. I warn you that there are horrible malicious beings in the warp. They have infinite desire and greed for humans, especially for powerful souls like you.
You lost your eye to the Lord of Change. Do you think I don't know that your sons have undergone terrible changes in flesh and blood? Foolish! If it weren't for me, you would have lost more than just an eye. "
"It was not until later that I found out that the damned Tzeentch not only took away one of your eyes, but also directly replaced your brain. Of course, it is also possible that when I created you, I grew the placenta and threw away your body."
Roxi listened to the Emperor's sacred curse words, his eyelids twitching wildly, and he mobilized the control of his whole body to suppress the twitching desire at the corner of his mouth.
He really didn't know that Neos had so many ways of cursing. He was indeed an antique from the ancient times of mankind. His mind probably recorded all the swear words in human history.
The Emperor angrily expressed his anger. He originally thought that although Magnus was a little clear-headed and naive, he would at least listen to his words. However, who knew that he was so arrogant that he couldn't even listen to his father's words.
"Speak up? Back on Nikaea, didn't you explain the pros and cons to everyone, showing that the future of mankind must lie in psychic power? The great Magnus was extremely high-profile and arrogantly declared that he would lead mankind to psychic ascension. Did you really do it?"
Even the Primarchs had never heard of their father scolding others in such an angry and furious manner. The Emperor always acted as if everything was under control and nothing could be beyond his expectations, but he was really broken in the case of Magnus.
"Why do you let out these shameful screams just to endure the same pain as me? Didn't you vow to become the guide of mankind and the leader of future human ascension? Is your will so weak?"
"You are so arrogant that you think you can control the power of chaos and can cooperate with the other party without any worries. However, your soul is so weak that you don't have a soul that matches your power."
While enduring the constant pain brought by the Golden Throne and listening to his father's merciless abuse and accusations, Magnus was really going crazy.
He felt that his entity, formed by countless soul fragments glued together, was showing signs of breaking again. He wanted desperately to escape his fate and his mistakes, and was even willing to blame the mistakes on some of his soul fragments.
Magnus's cowardly appearance made the Emperor even more angry.
He would rather his son really held on to a belief and did these stupid things in order to realize his beliefs.
"No! Father, brothers, I really know I was wrong. I shouldn't have been so stupid and conceited. I shouldn't have ignored your advice. I shouldn't have believed in the damn demons in the warp!"
Magnus tried his best to squeeze out some words. He was still delusionally hoping that he could be forgiven and escape from the most terrible torture device in the world.
Faced with this most real pain and torture, Magnus realized how fragile his will was, how frivolous his beliefs were, and that he was simply not a qualified leader.
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