Warhammer: I don’t want to become an evil god!!

It is carved with a scene of Saint Gilles battling a demon.

Saint Gilles once again banished the demon Khorne, Kabanda.

The survivors preserved this scene and etched it into the reconstruction to commemorate the sacrifice of the noble Primarch.

The transport ship landed.

From here, you have to walk to the throne room.

"The final battle of the siege of Terra must have taken place here, right? After that, it was the duel between the Emperor and Horus."

Zhan Shuai looked up at the towering steps and recalled the descriptions in the book.

Horus's army broke through the last walls and swarmed in.

All concepts about the front lines became illusions.

Only squads of warriors remained, engaged in a duel amidst the enemy's encirclement.

The battle lines were divided into millions of segments, and everywhere you could see two soldiers standing facing each other, swords drawn, refusing to let the rebels pass.

This was an order given out of necessity.

The Unborn have invaded the Sanctuary; the defenders can only hold one place.

Choose either the walls or the sanctuary.

In order to protect the emperor, Saint Gilles had no choice but to order a retreat.

An archangel stood guard at the entrance to the sanctuary, holding a spear, while refugees and soldiers poured into the sanctuary from both sides.

Before the gates of the Sanctuary, the archangel defeated the great demon Khorne—Kabanha, and then defeated his traitorous brother—Angron.

He was covered in wounds, his wings were covered in blood, and some parts were charred.

Some of his descendants who were surrounding him entered the sanctuary.

Some rushed to the battlefield to buy the last few seconds for the survivors.

After hesitating, Saint Gilles chose to return to the sanctuary.

He knew perfectly well that he shouldn't die here; there was a more important mission waiting for him.

Finally, the heavy door slammed shut.

The warriors and refugees outside were all abandoned and became targets for slaughter by demons and traitors.

Guilliman led the players up the magnificent ladder to the gates of the Sanctuary.

This was the last obstacle for the rebels during the Horus Rebellion.

Destroying the sanctuary would mean the complete fall of the palace.

Horus did not do that, or rather, the four gods merged the Soul of Vengeance with the Sanctuary in preparation for the final battle.

After the garrison withdrew to the sanctuary, the Emperor entrusted the duties of the Golden Throne to Macardo.

He then boarded the Vengeance Soul with Dorn, Sanguires, Waldo, and the Imperial Guard.

In the final battle, the emperor was just one step away from becoming a god.

The radiance he emitted instilled fear in the demons and traitors throughout the Terra battlefield.

If the emperor so desired, he could single-handedly slaughter all the undead and traitors.

In the end, however, he gave up for the sake of humanity, choosing to defeat the gods as a human.

The result was that Horus was defeated, the gods were banished, and the emperor was seriously injured and sat on the golden throne.

"The story of defending the city ends here; countless heroes have fallen." Jujiro sighed.

His personal visit to this place made him feel the weight contained in the words.

The palace has fallen, and everywhere you look, there are only lifeless people and traitors.

The loyalists of the empire had absolutely no chance of winning this battle.

Continuing to fight would only prolong death.

But they still chose to fight to the last moment, standing proudly here as human beings.

This is a terrible universe.

But humanity will never give up, and will never compromise.

Even so, every day of this race's survival is bought with blood and sacrifice.

They were also fearless and determined to fight the enemy to the last moment.

"The greatest charm lies in resistance in the face of despair," Zhuge deeply agreed.

Guilliman stepped up the ladder to heaven and entered the gates of the sanctuary.

Sicarius, Vordes, Grefax, and Celestine finally arrived in front of the throne room.

Twenty imperial guards stood watch here.

After the two sides formally announced their names, the head of the Guard announced that the Primarch was allowed to enter the Throne Room, but only the Primarch was permitted to enter.

"No!"

Guilliman's objection shocked everyone present.

“The sage should accompany me inside.”

The head of the royal guards shook his head. "I'm sorry, we are responsible for the security of the throne room. Only you are allowed to enter; that's the rule."

“If that doesn’t work, you can go in alone,” Qin Yun said.

Guilliman shook his head. "You are the Emperor's messenger and can interpret more information for me."

After his brief conversation with the Emperor using Qin Yun's abilities, Guilliman had truly felt the Emperor's power.

He alone could not possibly bear the cost of looking directly at the emperor and communicating with him.

He needs Qin Yun to share the burden.

"As the Regent of the Empire and the Emperor's son, I demand that you step aside," Guilliman said firmly.

"I'm sorry." The leading Imperial Guard shook his head. Although he was apologizing, he gripped his halberd tightly, his muscles tense, clearly ready to strike.

"Are you going to betray the Emperor?" Guilliman repeated each word slowly and deliberately, making the guard's face instantly turn ugly.

As the situation was about to deteriorate into a stalemate and confrontation,

Vodeth and Trajan established secret communications, revealing some of the secrets of the Chosen Ones.

Trajan's expression was solemn. Finally, he stepped forward and said, "In accordance with the Primarch's will, let this saint go in as well."

When the commander spoke, the imperial guard bowed and slowly stepped back, making way for him.

The distant chimes rang out.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the doors to the throne room opened silently.

The misty vapor billowed out like a waterfall, flowing down the steps.

Golden light emanated from within, making it appear incredibly sacred.

Guilliman and Qin Yun stepped inside and saw the emperor sitting on the golden throne.

Chapter 140 Oh no, the Emperor is actually myself!

"Father, I'm back."

Guilliman's voice was deep.

He looked at the golden throne with a sorrowful expression.

This is where all dreams begin, and where all dreams end.

Empires were born for this reason, and continue to exist because of it.

Qin Yun also curiously examined the magnificent golden throne.

The Golden Throne was a massive structure, with all sorts of mysterious machines filling the entire underground palace, operating in a way that Qin Yun could hardly comprehend.

The emperor sat on his throne on the high platform, maintaining the golden throne's suppression of the network despite his severe injuries.

Trajan led the two deeper into the complex, past the machines, to the magnificent platform before them.

A dazzling light shone from the throne on the high platform.

Seated within the light was a man, the ruler of mankind, the great emperor.

Guilliman saw a man sitting on a throne, like an eternal king.

Unlike what Guilliman saw, Qin Yun saw a heavily wounded man slumped on the throne.

The fatal wound left by Horus is still clearly visible.

Endless pain was etched on His face.

Its mouth was wide open, emitting a silent scream.

The emperor endured inhuman torture in order to ensure the survival of the human race.

Even that face, which should have been immortal, was corroded by endless pain.

His facial features were contorted with pain.

The legs, covered in golden armor, twitched occasionally, tapping slightly against the metal throne.

The machines inside the throne room were constantly humming.

When Guilliman and Qin Yun walked in, the roar became even stronger.

boom!

Some older components, unable to withstand the overflowing energy, overloaded and emitted dazzling electrical sparks.

The members of the Mechanic Order, dressed in stained red robes, looked panicked as they prayed to the binary mantra to appease the machine spirit and replace the relevant parts.

The machine, buried deep underground, pulsed intermittently.

The relentless piston continues to move back and forth at the farthest point of the cave.

Flashes of electricity leaped and darted between the giant devices used to maintain the flow of energy.

The electric arc tears apart free oxygen molecules, releasing pungent ozone that lingers in the air.

As Qin Yun approached the throne, an indescribable power and will suddenly surged into his body.

Bright light emanated from his mouth and nose.

It was as if a sun was being conceived and born within him.

Then, Guilliman saw the emperor on the golden throne suddenly open his eyes.

He looked at Guilliman, his golden eyes like the sun, containing unimaginable power and might.

In an instant, Guilliman felt as if someone had grabbed him by the throat.

He stared wide-eyed at his father on the throne, his face filled with shock and disbelief.

Father actually opened his eyes?

You must know that ten thousand years ago, when he returned with a large supporting army,

His father didn't say anything to him, let alone open his eyes!

When the Emperor tried to speak, a million voices immediately echoed in Guilliman's mind.

Even the original body could hardly bear these sounds, revealing an expression of unbearable pain.

An unimaginable will suppressed the other voices, and finally He called out the name of the Primarch.

"Guilliman, my last loyal son, my pride, my greatest victory."

"My second most useful tool, another hope of mine."

"........."

These words made Guilliman, who was already in great pain, even more distressed and heartbroken.

Ah!