Alpharius knew more about the security measures of the Imperial Palace than most people in the Empire.
He was already wandering around the palace when it was not yet completed.
The secret passage he took was not known to the current imperial guards.
Only the first Grand Marshal of the Imperial Guards, the Prime Minister of the Empire - Malcador, and the Emperor knew about such a secret tunnel.
Those who came after him knew nothing of this.
No one would have thought that there would be such a road that leads directly to the most important place in the empire.
When Alpharius was discovered, he was only one door away from the Emperor's presence.
A Custodian noticed something unusual and discovered Alpharius lurking in the darkness.
Their eyes met.
No one could have expected to find each other in this situation.
Alpharius moved quickly, swung his hand violently, and a throwing blade flew out.
The imperial guard was hit directly on the forehead by the throwing blade he threw, and even his helmet was cut like tofu.
Some warp power is attached to the throwing blade.
It has a sharp edge that can easily break through the armor of the Imperial Guards.
This is a fatal blow.
Alpharius wanted to defeat the opponent as quickly as possible, otherwise he would be exposed and add unnecessary variables to his actions.
The assassination of the Emperor must succeed.
This is a gamble where everything is at stake.
Ten thousand years ago, when Alpharius learned the truth about Chaos from the ancient races, there was no turning back.
The Custodes have a size and combat power that surpass that of the Astartes.
Alpharius knew very well that if he attacked the opponent's throat, he would not be able to kill the opponent immediately.
The Custodian would still have enough time to fire warning shots and delay himself.
The Imperial Guards are all very tenacious warriors, and they have an almost insane obsession with protecting the Emperor.
Their strong willpower can even allow them to ignore the call of death.
Alpharius knew this ten thousand years ago.
But Alpharius overlooked one point, that is, the Imperial Guard had been upgraded not long ago.
If the Custodians had suffered a blow from the power of the Warp ten thousand years ago, they would have surely died.
However, after receiving the Heart of the Empire implanted and completing the upgrade, the Imperial Guards burst out with a powerful vitality beyond Alpharius's estimation.
The thrown blades with the added power of the warp did not kill the Custodes immediately.
Under Alpharius' astonished gaze, the other party raised the spear in his hand with the speed of an afterimage.
The explosive launcher installed in the front screamed, and bullets filled with high explosives whizzed out, wrapped in flames.
Alpharius leaned to the right, and two explosive shells passed by the place where his head was just now, hitting the wall behind him, making an explosion sound.
The ancient artworks hanging on the walls were reduced to ashes and fragments in the flames of the explosion.
Realizing he had no time, Alpharius closed the distance between himself and the Custodes.
We must achieve a quick resolution.
The spear's power field was activated, and crackling blue arcs of electricity wrapped around the spear blade that shone with cold light.
The guards launched a vicious and precise attack, trying to strangle the enemy who had intruded into the place.
Unfortunately, even after receiving the upgrade, the Imperial Guards were still too weak to face a traitorous Primarch who had awakened his true nature.
Alpharius caught the Custodian's spear and rammed him with his back and hips, then used himself as leverage to throw him to the ground with an overhead throw.
Before the imperial guard could react, he snatched the spear, turned it over, and stabbed it into the opponent's chest.
However, the other side had successfully prevented Alpharius's infiltration.
He has been exposed.
The footsteps of the imperial guards echoed in the silent corridor.
There are many of them and they are coming fast.
Alpharius rushed through the last door with the bloody spear in hand and into the buzzing throne room.
He was running, past the soul-siphoning devices, towards the throne where the Emperor sat.
The siphons rumbled and belched out steam and rainbow light.
They extract the souls of psykers and use them to feed the Emperor.
All of the sacrificed lives showed expressions of extreme pain and scratched the thick and hard hull.
The existence of the empire is bloody, dark and cruel.
Every day, ten thousand psykers give their lives to keep the Imperium alive.
Thousands of oil-stained servitors maintain the machines according to established procedures.
The urgent alarm did not make them leave their posts.
Protecting the machinery takes priority over dealing with intruders.
These machines needed to be kept running, extracting souls to feed the Emperor and ensure she could hold the Webway and prevent Terra from becoming a Daemon World.
Several mechanical technical priests wearing red and black cloaks stared at Alpharius who broke in with horror.
They had no weapons in their hands.
This was to ensure that no one could harm the Emperor.
The mechanical priests bravely stood up and tried to slow down the opponent's speed.
Alpharius waved the spear in his hand, and in just a few breaths, he killed all the mechanical priests.
Synthetic blood and motor oil flowed from the fallen priest's body.
Then the spear in his hand was thrown out, piercing through a guard of the imperial guard.
The unparalleled force carried his heavy body flying and nailed it hard onto a machine, causing a large amount of sparks to burst out and the gushing flames to engulf the imperial guard.
Alpharius did not check whether the other party was alive or dead, but rushed to the Golden Throne where the Emperor was as fast as possible.
A long sword emitting a cold aura appeared in his hand.
The sword was completely black, as if it was forged from pure darkness.
This is a specially made weapon.
Only such weapons could harm the Emperor.
The flash of teleportation lit up on the golden throne.
Teams of Custodes emerged from the flash, weapons in hand, trying to stop Alpharius.
Unfortunately, the opponent was too fast.
They can't stop it at all.
Moreover, they were afraid to fight and were reluctant to do so for fear of destroying the Golden Throne.
"You are not allowed to go any further, rebel." Valano's roar sounded.
Alpharius paid no attention to the Admiral's roar and instead sped up.
After striking down two more Custodes, Alpharius stood beside the Emperor.
The golden light reflected on his goggles.
Through the light, he saw the emperor's broken body.
The terrible scars of the Battle of Horus still remain on that immortal body.
"All your plans will come true today." Alpharius said solemnly, "You will return like the wind and rule this race again. Father, after today, your throne will be lifted up and turned into a divine domain."
Alpharius's gaze was so determined.
This plan has been underway since ten thousand years ago, when he gained insight into all the truth.
He did everything only for the Emperor.
This is why the Alpha Legion was so schizophrenic during the Heresy.
He had to ensure that the power of the two factions was on the same level so that the direction of things would not deviate from the future he had seen.
The Emperor was seriously injured and accepted the Faith, thus completing his transformation from mortal to god.
If the Emperor had not been wounded, the State Religion would never have risen, let alone accepted the Faith.
Alpharius knew of the Emperor's plans for the Webway.
But he knew that was a dead end.
The Webway cannot save humanity.
The Eldar mastered the Webway, but didn't they also meet a tragic end
Even if the Emperor isolated those psykers and cut off the tentacles of the gods, it would only be temporary.
Chaos will not disappear.
Just lying dormant.
Thousands of years later, tens of thousands of years later, humans will slowly forget the Emperor's warnings.
Arrogant people will once again pick up their abandoned psychic powers.
They embarked on a path of decadence and indulgence similar to that of the Eldar.
However, the history of humans will be much shorter than that of the Eldar, and the ending will be much more tragic.
Only if the Emperor becomes a god can he prevent the extinction of mankind, end the chaotic warp, and maintain a balance between the two worlds.
Valano was running at full speed, but his speed was still a little slow.
Alpharius stared at the Emperor, his blade pointed at his heart.
The black blade that had sunk into the Emperor's body turned red, shining as brightly as lava.
The blade, forged with the most terrible sorcery, can completely cut off the Emperor's anchor in the real universe, that is, his broken body.
The power of witchcraft burst out, and the shock wave spread outward in a circular shape.
The surrounding machines sparked and exploded, and the flames engulfed the slaves who maintained the machines.
The overloaded energy gushed out like a fountain, causing an even more terrible explosion, and the terrible sound echoed throughout the palace as people cheered for the return of the two Primarchs.
The Star Torch, which had accompanied mankind for ten thousand years and was only extinguished briefly when the Great Rift opened, flickered a few times and then disappeared completely.
The Emperor's Song, which had echoed in the Warp for ten thousand years, slowly faded away.
Throughout the galaxy, an indescribable sadness suddenly emerged in the hearts of countless people.
Throughout the solar system, people who were partying just a moment ago suddenly became extremely sad.
They felt like they had lost something important, something that held them together was gone.
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Throne room.
"No!" Valanor roared in pain as he watched the Emperor being pierced by the vicious weapon in Alpharius's hand.
He leaped to his feet and slashed at Alpharius with his spear, forcing him away from the Emperor.
The arriving Imperial Guards formed a shield wall around the Emperor.
Alpharius didn't care.
He has succeeded.
The Emperor possesses the quality of immortality; even if killed, he will be reborn again.
But this time, he will not be reborn as a mortal body, but as a god.
The Emperor is dead, the God-Emperor will appear.
Alpharius blocked several of Valanor's attacks and then turned and rushed to the outside of the throne room, forcing aside the guards who tried to stop him.
The plan was complete, it was time to leave.
As long as he could escape into the labyrinth, no matter how many people Guilliman sent, they would never be able to find him.
Unfortunately, it was accompanied by several teleportation flashes.
Alpharius's escape plan failed.
He was no longer facing the Guards, but the Primarch who, like him, held the title of demigod.
Vulkan walked out of the light, waving the huge hammer in his hand, blocking his way.
"What did you do?" Vulkan's eyes revealed anger, and his extraordinary mind allowed him to analyze the truth from those panicked and confused shouts.
Alpharius assassinated the Emperor.
"I did what I should do." Alpharius looked at Vulkan warily, holding the stolen imperial spear.
"Alpharius, you bastard." Russ also roared. The angry wolf king looked at the brother who dared to kill his father.
Sanguinius, Jaghatai, and Ryan also walked out of the light.
The shock on their faces was indescribable, followed by tremendous rage.
When Alpharius saw these brothers coming, his heart became heavier. It was impossible for him to escape.
"It seems that I can't escape." Alpharius threw down the spear in his hand.
Fighting will only make you lose face and end in disgrace.
There was no way he could defeat so many brothers.
An enraged Russ raised his fist and punched Alpharius several times.
If the other Primarchs hadn't held him back, he would have beaten to death the guy who dared to kill his father.
The arriving guards pinned the bleeding Alpharius to the ground and controlled him.
However, everything is irreversible.
The blade, charged with the power of the Warp, pierced the Emperor's immortal body.
"Total blockade. Check the operation of the Golden Throne immediately to ensure that the webway does not explode." Guilliman walked out of the teleportation beam and saw the weapon on the Emperor. His heart sank and he immediately gave the order.
When the Imperial Prime Minister Penny, who had hurried over, heard the news, she was trembling all over, but she still forced herself to carry out Guilliman's orders.
Many sages were urgently mobilized, and Guilliman asked them to ensure the operation of the Golden Throne.
Several Eldar prophets who had originally come to participate in the coronation ceremony of the Imperial Regent, including the old antique Eldrar, were also invited to come and find a way to treat the Emperor.
However, no matter how hard the Primarchs tried, they could not undo the damage caused by Alpharius.
"We are powerless." The Eldar Great Prophet, Eldrar, also shook his head. "That weapon is too vicious."
The Emperor's vitality slowly faded away under the desperate gaze of the Primarchs, just like the setting sun being pulled towards the horizon bit by bit.
No matter what they did, they could not bring back the Emperor's life.
The legendary man who built an empire had come to the end of his life.
"The power of the Golden Throne is weakening. More than 30 percent of its components have been damaged." Cawl reported to Guilliman after inspection: "The Warp is stirring up turmoil. The minions of the gods are waiting for the collapse of the Emperor's power. Without the Emperor's will to guard it, those demons will directly pour into Terra, and the power in them will tear the solar system apart."
"Send the Grey Knights over to guard the Webway, and bring Magnus here," Guilliman said. "Also, speed up the assembly of the Mechanical Throne. The firewall must be built before the Emperor's power disappears completely."
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Guilliman continued to make arrangements, blocking the news, and at the same time trying to find a way to light up the Astronomican to calm people's hearts.
"My mission has come to an end, sons." Sitting in the stasis field on the Golden Throne, the Emperor, who had not spoken a word for ten thousand years, opened his eyes and spoke again.
But there was an unconcealable weakness in the voice.