Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

There was no need for the Emperor to even give a war speech; all the fear and hesitation in the hearts of mankind were completely dispelled.

As long as the Emperor is still here, nothing will be irreversible, because he is the Emperor, he is the one who always creates miracles.

"Oh? Is it finally coming?"

Luo Xi did not wear his custom-made power armor, but only wore a white robe representing the identity of the high-level technical community. After fighting for so many years, he still preferred his identity as a researcher and technical sage.

He prefers to create, not to destroy.

"If it was before, I might have been uneasy, but now that you have been liberated, we at least don't have to be afraid of the rebels led by Horus."

Luo Xi smiled. He was a very rational man, but when he saw the emperor standing beside him, endless confidence and courage still surged in his heart.

There is no doubt that the Emperor is the strongest support that mankind can have. As long as he is here, he will hold up the sky even if it falls. It is not his turn and those of the Primarchs to be worried.

The emperor just smiled bitterly.

He used his psychic power to block Luo Xi and his existence. Otherwise, wherever he passed by, he would inevitably attract countless humans' fanatical worship and shouts, which would be too ostentatious.

The Lord of Mankind has never liked others worshipping him, especially when most people worship him as a god, which makes him feel helpless.

Rationality and calmness are the virtues he has always hoped humans could maintain, but now it seems a bit idealistic.

"I think you are still a little optimistic. I have repeated this many times, my friend." The Emperor turned around, looked into Luo Xi's eyes, and emphasized, "I am not a god."

"Okay, okay, you are not a god." Luo Xi also agreed directly, but he made it clear that you say yours and I believe mine.

If a person is strong enough to beat a so-called God, then what is the point of him being a God?

He can even fight against four Chaos Gods at the same time in the real universe.

Compared to before, the emperor's current appearance can even be described as simple.

He has neither those sparkling psychic special effects nor that so-called aura that makes people worship him wholeheartedly.

He did not wear the domineering-looking Shinichi armor, but instead wore a research suit similar to Luo Xi.

Just like when they were studying at the Pan-Solar System Union University.

The Emperor is just an identity and a concept created by Neos. In order to save mankind, he became the Emperor.

"I think you overestimate me and underestimate Horus," said the Emperor.

He and Luo Xi quietly stayed outside the genetic engineering laboratory where Sage Akan Rand and Belisariukol and others were, silently watching these wise men at the pinnacle of human mind slowly analyzing the extraordinary knowledge contained in the original mother copy.

The creator of Astartes is now looking at with great joy as more humans are improving and completing what he failed to accomplish.

The Emperor does not want humans to always be carried forward by extraordinary leaders. He would rather see humans be self-reliant and make gradual progress through their own wisdom and hard work.

It’s okay to be slow, that is the progress of mankind, not individual progress.

Human beings cannot continue to rely on the wisdom left by a superman. Innovation and progress are an inevitable threshold, although crossing this threshold may require countless efforts and a heavy price.

"I feel that the Horus in Ullanor now is completely different from before. I mean the Horus that Russ stabbed with the Spear of Dionysus. Although he was infused with the power of the four gods at that time, he still had a relatively independent consciousness."

"That's why Rus and Chagatai were able to escape from him, and even the Spear of Dionysus severely injured him."

The emperor's tone was very serious, without any joking in it.

"But now it's different. The good soul fragment deep in Horus' soul has disappeared. The four gods can pour 100% of their power into him. He has become a slave to darkness and can be regarded as a shell of those four abominations."

"Even I am not 100% sure of defeating him."

Hearing what the emperor said, the remaining smile on Luo Xi's face was also washed away.

Horus has become stronger again, what’s the point of this?

In the eyes of the Wolf King, Horus was already almost invincible, and Chagatai almost died in his hands, not to mention that in the illusion of Daven Star, the archangel was almost slaughtered to death by the opponent again and again.

They could also comfort themselves that as long as the emperor was out of trouble, everything would be fine.

But now that the emperor has said that he is not sure, things are starting to get completely out of control.

"But it's not completely impossible." The emperor changed his tone and continued.

Luo Xi rolled his eyes at him. This guy always spoke like this. He would never say everything clearly at once.

"I realized that if I continue to absorb the energy of the warp and continuously expand the scope of my projection in the realm of the Supreme Heaven, then I can also fight against Horus who has combined the power of the four gods."

Hearing his words, Luo Xi suddenly remembered the cold black sun in the subspace that he had seen before.

That might be the essence of the Emperor's power, and the projection of his soul in the warp. It is a terrifying existence that even the great demons of the four Chaos Gods are afraid to avoid. Perhaps only the essence of the four gods can defeat the projection of the Emperor.

"Then why don't you absorb it?" Luo Xi had a vague guess, but he still asked.

The emperor must be questioned continuously, otherwise he will not say anything unless he can avoid it. Hey, I'll just let you guess.

Luo Xi was determined to change Neos' fatal flaw.

"If I absorb the energy of the warp uncontrollably, absorbing the emotions and souls of humans, then this is the result—"

The emperor stretched out his right index finger and gently tapped Luo Xi's forehead.

In a flash, amidst the burning golden spiritual energy, Luo Xi saw an infinitely expanding black ball of light.

The black and cold sun in the subspace began to expand infinitely with the replenishment of endless subspace energy. Everything was falling into end and death under the erosion of this sun. Even the subspace itself began to be destroyed under the influence of this destructive force.

"The result was what I mentioned to you before. The Dark Lord who was sleeping in my body completely awakened. At that time, I was not sure whether it was still my consciousness or His consciousness that was controlling me."

Luo Xi swallowed subconsciously and shook his head violently.

He saw that at the moment the Dark Lord was born, almost all humans in the galaxy died instantly, and their souls returned to the Golden Throne and became nourishment for the Dark Lord, making this god who was more terrifying than the Four Gods more complete.

Suddenly, he found a loophole in what the emperor had just said.

That is, what does "uncontrolled absorption of subspace energy" mean?

Luo Xi stared at Neos's face and asked directly: "So you have begun to absorb the subspace energy 'within limits'?"

"Nyos, stop acting crazy here!"

Chapter 582: Orpersong? Warmaster?

Originally, Roche had this plan in mind: since the Emperor could walk freely, he might as well let the Lord of Mankind lead all the remaining loyal troops to launch an expedition to wipe out Horus's rebels.

Anyone who knows the history of the Great Crusade knows that the Emperor has this ability.

The human army commanded by the Emperor himself and the human army without the Emperor are two completely different concepts.

Moreover, with his personal strength alone, it is not inconceivable that he could slaughter an entire traitor army single-handedly.

When Roche saw through the deeper meaning of Neos' words, the Emperor did not object.

He was silent.

"This is the second dilemma those four evil gods set for me." The emperor shook his head and sighed.

"The first option is to keep me trapped on the Golden Throne. I can only choose to suppress the Webway so that the human home planet will not explode and become the second Eye of Terror."

"And now that I'm out of trouble, I have to face the second choice they gave me: either I continue to absorb the energy of the warp to fight against Horus, the embodiment of their power, or I can only rely on my own strength to fight against rebellion."

The evil god's calculations are linked one after another. When you think you have escaped from your original predicament, you will inevitably face a new predicament.

"You must not continue to consume the energy of the warp, my lord."

Suddenly, the voice of the Sigillite Malcador was heard from the side. The Imperial Chancellor, who was supposed to be handling busy government affairs on Terra, had arrived on Ganymede at some point in time.

The seal bearer stood in front of the emperor in a hurry and warned him with a serious face.

"You and I have already practiced this in countless games of regicide. The Dark King must not be born no matter what, because when this god, who symbolizes the end and death, is born, humans will no longer have a chance."

"This is somewhat similar to the Eldar, the former overlords of the galaxy. After their Prince of Joy was born, he immediately devoured the gods of the Pantheon and also swallowed most of the Eldar souls into his stomach to torture them forever."

"But the Eldar still have tens of millions of years of heritage. They can also use the webway left by the ancient saints to hide themselves. Until now, they are still lingering. But what about us? What can we rely on?"

Roche had to admit that Malcador's words were very sober and rational. Humans despised the Eldar, believing that they were just the remnants of a glorious empire, just some dead species.

But at least he survived the cry of Slaanesh's birth, and completely split into bean sprouts of various colors to find a way out.

The white bean sprouts that escaped via the Eldar Ark and the Infinite Circuit; the black bean sprouts that hid in the Webway Commorros; the wild bean sprouts that lived as primitive people in various remote and barren worlds; and even some flower bean sprouts that depended on the only Eldar god who escaped: the God of Laughter.

Even though humans seem to be in a very prosperous state now and have almost become the new overlords of the galaxy, if the Dark Lord is born, I am afraid that all this will be destroyed in an instant.

By then, will there be any living people in the entire galaxy except for the humans captured by the great galactic collector and kept in the Solomons Museum?

"Malcador is right, and that's what we all mean."

"Nios, it's time for you to stop."

Another unfamiliar voice sounded, following Malcador's side.

When hearing this voice, Luo Xi clearly felt that the emperor beside him suddenly became stiff as if he had been electrocuted. He turned back in disbelief, but stopped again.

But after a fierce psychological struggle, the Emperor turned his head and looked for the owner of the voice.

Next to Makado stood a middle-aged man with a stubbled face and very neat short hair.

He looked no different from other mortals, and was not even handsome, as his mental state seemed a little depressed.

The man's face was covered with wrinkles and furrows left by the years. His deep black pupils seemed to contain the accumulation of countless years. He looked at the emperor with a helpless expression.

"Long time no see, Neos. I thought we would never see each other again."

"It's better not to see you."

As he spoke, the man even had a half-burned cheap cigarette in the corner of his mouth, which seemed to be a recreational toy that he had grown and rolled out by hand.

There were faded, low-quality tattoos on his hands that didn't look like the work of a serious tattoo artist.

Luo Xi didn't know this person, but he recognized the necklace hanging on his chest.

This ancient cross necklace comes from religious beliefs before the birth of Christ. Luo Xi originally thought that this belief had long been lost in the dust of thousands of years, but he did not expect to see it again today.

"Orperson." The emperor said word by word, his eyes staring straight at the other person, as if he wanted to crush him and eat him.

Luo Xi noticed the strange atmosphere between the two, and immediately took a few steps back, came to Malcador's side, poked the prime minister on the back and asked softly.

"Who is this guy? Why haven't I heard of him?"

The emperor's expression was extremely complicated. Luo Xi had never seen Neos with this kind of expression. It seemed that he finally saw something he had not expected happening.

That complex expression contained shock, surprise, anger and resentment.

How should I put it? It's like... a resentful woman who has been abandoned.