"Father."
"Father."
"Father."
Several Primarchs spoke up.
There was sadness and pain in their eyes.
Tears welled up on the noble face.
Sanguinius knew that the end of the Emperor was approaching.
He already knew this before he was actually resurrected.
If humans want to avoid repeating the horrific events of the fall of the Eldar.
The emperor cannot become the so-called divine emperor, cannot become a god.
Otherwise, the hungry new god will absolutely devour every human soul, just as Slaanesh and the Eldar did.
Once they die, their souls fall into the hands of Slaanesh.
If the Emperor becomes a god, so too will the fate of mankind.
God is never good.
These so-called gods never brought anything to mortals except suffering and torture.
People are born lucky, why do they have to go through all kinds of so-called trials and tortures to prove themselves?
Don't glorify suffering just because you can't escape it.
Sanguinius knew the problem, and he knew the Emperor's intentions.
But when he watched this once proud and arrogant man die on the Golden Throne, he still felt extremely painful.
Chagatai, the wild man, also shed tears.
He once hated the Emperor's deception and deception, but the truth of the Warp eliminated all of that.
He couldn't ask too much of a man fighting a powerful enemy.
Ten thousand years of exile made him realize the hardships of the Emperor and how difficult the road to fighting against the gods was.
Looking back on the past, he admired the Emperor's courage and decisiveness, and admired the Emperor's courage to declare war on the gods.
The strong declare war on the stronger.
Only cowards will show off in front of the weak.
Lion, Lord of Caliban, remained silent. He gazed at the Emperor, with endless sorrow in his heart.
Only those who keep secrets can empathize with what the Emperor bears.
Only those who have faced the worst of the Warp's horrors and remained willing to fight can realize the true power of the Emperor.
Throughout history, who can surpass her in courage and strategy
Those so-called great emperors who appeared in human history were undoubtedly a joke in front of her.
Drawing the sword and looking around, he is the enemy of God.
This one action alone has surpassed countless people.
She took the first step against God, so Guilliman could take the second step.
Vulkan, Russ and others were all filled with grief.
At this moment, they lost their usual fortitude and cried for the Emperor's impending departure.
The Emperor's gaze swept across everyone in turn, and finally set his gaze on the troubled Guilliman. He smiled, with an expression of relief that his cause was being carried on by someone.
"Poor, foolish Horus used the power of the Chaos Gods to permanently damage my body, which means that I can never be resurrected as a human. Alpharius' actions have destroyed this broken body. My soul power will break free of the constraints of the real universe. My last will will dissipate, and a new will will take my place."
"Alpharius and his people took a dark and bloody path. They tried every means to make me become a god, but they didn't know that mortals cannot become gods. If you want to become a god, you must give up the part that belongs to mortals."
"Father, we will definitely find a way to help you," Ruth said.
The Emperor shook his head. "It is meaningless, Rus. Horus's attack is not only aimed at the flesh, but also at special dimensions such as destiny. The gods have planned from the beginning to eliminate me from the real universe forever. I paid the price, using the Golden Throne as a support to anchor the real universe and persist for ten thousand years. Now it is time to end."
"Lord of Caliban," the Emperor said gently, turning his gaze towards his eldest son.
Ryan was the Primarch who was most like him, and had once been his most proud assistant.
The Emperor once considered giving the position of Warmaster to Ryan.
But he also knew very well that Ryan did not care about such empty honor, and giving it to Horus would be the most cost-effective thing to do.
If the subsequent rebellion had not occurred, this arrangement would undoubtedly have been the most perfect.
"Father." Lai En's voice was choked with pain.
"I know very well that you have a stronger opinion than the other brothers, and you are the one most like me. But you must be loyal to your brother, Guilliman. Only when you unite together can you win the final victory." The Emperor looked at Ryan, "Make an unbreakable oath in front of me, swearing that you will always be loyal to your brother and never point your sword at him."
The Emperor has become extremely weak and the terrible oppression of the past has disappeared.
At this moment, she was like an old person whose life was about to come to an end, extremely weak.
The eyes that were about to dim were filled with eager anticipation.
She was well aware of Ryan's potential, and she was also well aware that the Lord of Caliban held the secrets of Chaos.
Lion could not refuse the Emperor's request, and he swore an oath, swearing eternal loyalty to Guilliman and becoming his knight and sword.
The Emperor listened to Ryan's oath, and when he had finished, he nodded.
Then she looked at the many Primarchs and asked them to swear an oath one by one.
The Horus Heresy must not be repeated.
Never give in to chaos.
Never surrender to evil gods.
Brothers must never fight among themselves.
Always loyal.
Always put the interests of humanity first.
Always keep your oath.
"There are countless crises in the universe. There is still an extremely vast space outside the sky. It is impossible for human minds to imagine how vast it is. The future of mankind is limitless. You brothers need to unite as one and not let the destructive power of chaos destroy humanity."
"My departure is not the end. The expedition to save humanity has just begun. Countless worlds await your salvation. My sons, remain loyal and vigilant. Your future is beyond my imagination."
After the emperor said this, he became even weaker.
The broken body emitted feather-like wings of psychic light.
His breath was getting weaker and weaker, and his life was like the last blush of dusk.
Darkness has slowly gathered, ready to erode the last bit of red glow.
The red glow will soon be submerged by darkness, and in the end there will be nothing left.
"Your rescue work is no longer meaningful, and that is all I have to say to you. You should leave first, and leave some time for conversation between me and the new Lord of Mankind." The Emperor said to his loyal guards and sons.
Valanor was reluctant to leave, but the Emperor's will could not be denied.
Finally they all left the throne room, leaving only Guilliman and the Emperor.
When the last of them had left the throne room, Guilliman stared at the Emperor, his eyes becoming grave and sad.
"You can obviously stop him. You only need to give the Guards a little hint, and Alpharius will not be able to get close to you. Why do you do this? Why do you seek your own destruction? Just give me a chance, and I will be able to resurrect you with full confidence."
Guilliman could feel the terrifying power within the Emperor, as vast as the abyss.
Countless wills are howling in it.
They were all suppressed by the Emperor alone.
After losing his body, that terrible power might immediately devour the Emperor's self and merge all his wills into one.
Without the emperor, there would be no buffer.
Guilliman must face those terrifying evil gods.
That was something he had never been willing to do.
It is not easy to fight against God.
Just a few words represent countless sacrifices.
Only the blood and bones of countless heroes can pave the way to victory.
"It is meaningless to stop him. Someone must do this. Apart from Alpharius, I can't imagine anyone else who can bear such a mission. I must die, you know? Otherwise it will be a disaster for mankind." The Emperor looked at Guilliman. "The battle ten thousand years ago has destroyed this immortal body. This damage is irreversible. It manifests in higher dimensions, in the soul, in fate and time. The power of the gods is beyond your imagination."
"But you are immortal, you can be resurrected again." Guilliman said in a deep voice, "I can find a way to protect the Golden Throne and buy time for your resurrection."
"The difference between life and death is not that simple. The gods cut off my lifeline and tried to erase me from the real universe. Even if I can be resurrected, it will take a very long time. Without my support, the seal of the Webway cannot last that long. More importantly, in these ten thousand years, the faith of mortals has forged my divinity. Once I die and resurrect, my divinity will definitely be the dominant force. In that case, it will bring unprecedented disaster to mankind, and I will become the end of mankind."
"Now is the best time. You already have the power to fight against the Chaos army in the Webway, and my humanity can still dominate. If we continue to delay, the situation will become bad. I will help you do one last thing before I leave, Guilliman, to help you suppress the influence of the gods on the real universe again. Then I will throw my humanity and divinity into the universe, so that the God-Emperor will never be born."
Guilliman stared at the Emperor, and after a moment's silence he said, "Can you be resurrected?"
"Death is not the end, but the beginning." The Emperor said, "It is a fusion and a rebirth. Just like you, the soul of Thirteen was broken, and the fragments of another soul completed it, making you what you are now. You are the lost soul, and you are also Thirteen. The old you and Thirteen are both dead, but your combination gave birth to a new existence, that is you now, a new savior of mankind."
Guilliman knew that the Emperor was aware of his identity as a time traveler, so he was not very shocked by his words.
“I thought you were going to reveal my secret.”
"The fusion of souls is not a secret." The Emperor said, "When I wandered in the depths of the Warp, seeking the power to fight against the gods, I discovered this. Different universes are like bubbles in the ocean of the Warp. The life in them travels through the Warp. It is nothing to those powerful civilizations. Just like traveling between stars, if humans had not entered the industrial age and had an accurate understanding of the starry sky, they would definitely not be able to do it. Traveling through the starry sky was once considered something that only gods could do."
Hearing this, Guilliman sighed.
Faced with such truth, individuals are so insignificant.
The starry sky is boundless, and there are still endless territories beyond the highest sky.
"Actually, I come from a world that has your story. This universe is just a book in my world." Guilliman talked about something about his previous life.
The Emperor didn't seem to care much about this.
It's like hearing 1+1=2, there's nothing surprising about it.
"Illusions are not false. You should be very clear about this. When you understand the universe more deeply and master time and destiny, you will gain more insights."
"The Warp hides countless secrets. It encompasses every universe, and everything is reflected in it. The traces left behind will never be erased. The human soul is closely connected to the Warp, absorbing nutrients and knowledge from it."
"What you think of as fictional stories may just be past events in another universe. Psionic power is a talent that can leverage the power in the warp and launch various attacks beyond physical common sense. And those who write stories also have another talent. Their souls will capture the fragments of the past from the warp, refine their information, and write them into stories. Creation is never an easy thing. Even if it is just a story, it is difficult to create. It is more of a record and improvement."
“False things are not really false, and true things are not necessarily true. Don’t be confused or entangled in these things. Believe in yourself and move forward. This is the most important thing.”
Guilliman's brows frowned slightly. This was the first time he heard such a statement.
The knowledge he had was not enough to outline the overall structure of the universe and the subspace.
There are still countless secrets waiting for him to discover.
Only when those secrets are mastered can civilization truly begin to embark on the road to transcendence. Before that, it is nothing more than learning from the pioneers.
"My time is short," said the Emperor. "When I am gone, humanity's faith will fall on you, giving you the power to fight against the gods. The storms of the future will be more violent than ever before, and no one can stay out of it. The power of Chaos is beyond your imagination, and its tentacles have already extended to countless universes. Facing them, you must always remain vigilant. This is a war that has lasted for countless years. Countless races have achieved more glorious victories than humans, but their final endings were not good."
"You can go further than me, and the crises you face will be more terrifying than what I have ever faced, Guilliman. Never underestimate Chaos, and never underestimate the gods. There are still endless challenges waiting for you in the future. Only by uniting your brothers can you move forward."
A strong light emanated from the Emperor's body, which was his last light of life.
A voice full of majesty came out of his mouth.
"Mechanical self-healing."
The collapsed machinery resumed operation, and the scattered fragments returned to their original positions in a flash of light.
The rumbling sound was heard again, followed by the humming of machinery.
The dancing arc is confined inside the flask.
The energy that emitted a strong glow was once again trapped in the pipes, flowing according to human thought.
The dimming Star Torch burst out with strong light again, illuminating the entire Terra.
It was like a sun rising.
The same is true in the warp, it is extremely strong, and every psychic sees the golden sun shining in the warp.
Every cathedral of the Emperor was aglow, and the golden light was dazzling.
People stared at this sudden change in surprise.
From the golden light, they felt peace of mind and a sense of reliance.
It’s like the feeling of security you had when you were a child and were held in your father’s arms.
A majestic voice sounded in their minds, deafening.
Every human being cries for this voice he hears.
They had never heard this sound before.
But as soon as they heard it, they knew who the voice belonged to.
Belongs to the great emperor, to the man who has always protected them.
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In the Beta-Garmon system, Dorn gazed at the glowing Imperial Cathedral, tears streaming down his resolute face.
He knew the final moment had come.
The Emperor was about to leave them once and for all.
This is not a bad thing.
She has suffered for too long.
For the sake of humanity, he has endured ten thousand years of torture.
The Golden Throne sustained her life, but also brought him torture and pain.
Dorn still felt unspeakably sad.
The Emperor's departure meant that they had to bear the burden of fighting the gods alone.
"My people." The Emperor's voice echoed across every corner of the galaxy, ensuring that Her voice could be heard by every human being.
Everyone put down their work and listened to the voice coming from the soul.
"The old era has come to an end. I have appointed the Regent of the Empire. The Thirteen Primarchs - Roboute Guilliman will be the new Emperor of the Empire. My people, from now on, you all need to unite around him. Only in this way can you fight against the unknown terrible disaster. Forgive me for not being able to continue to lead you. I cannot be the chain that binds you, nor should I be the nightmare that hinders your progress. Remember, I love you forever."
After saying the last sentence, the resolute man on the golden throne shed a tear, which was crystal clear and reflected golden light.
Guilliman stared at the Emperor with a complicated expression.
He knew how much this man cared about the human race.
She loves the world more than anything else.
Countless feather-like rays of energy emanated from the emperor's body, and his entire huge body turned into light and disappeared into the air.
When those people rushed in again, crying out the name of the Emperor.
They only saw the Emperor smiling in the light, and little by little he turned into a point of light in the sky.
She left.
Gone in the truest sense.
The light of the Astronomican broke away from the huge machine and rushed into the sky. It was the embodiment of the Emperor's will.
Countless faces were reflected in the light, like a magnificent army marching forward.
Those heroes who once fought for humanity are with the Emperor, and they will do one last thing for humanity.
Just as they vowed, they would fight for humanity until the moment of their actual death.
Everyone was crying.
Even though they were tens of thousands of light years apart, they learned the same news at the same time.
Their protector has left.
The man who gave everything to protect them ultimately chose to die for them.
She was the first emperor of the empire, but she had never enjoyed any enjoyment.
Only war and endless pain accompanied her throughout her life.
The strong golden light turned into a skyfire meteor and crashed into the depths of the subspace.
The gods in the Pantheon roared with extreme anger.
However, the heavenly fire was so violent that it destroyed everything they had worked so hard to build.
The brutal blood domain was shattered, the hills collapsed, and countless arenas were destroyed.
The crystal maze collapsed, and countless Tzeentch demons let out miserable screams.
A raging fire burned in the palace of indulgence, and the prince of joy, who was immersed in pleasure, let out an extremely angry howl.
The laughter and joy in the rotten garden disappeared, and the demons dragged their fat bodies everywhere to hide from the terrible skyfire.
The crazy warp storm mysteriously subsided.
The screams of the gods caused countless demons to flee in terror.
The man's final madness was so terrifying.
Even God would find it difficult to gain any benefit.
The huge rift that runs across the entire Milky Way belches out strong golden light, making it a golden ribbon in the starry sky.
Those strange creatures hiding in the darkness let out shrill howls, and then disappeared under the light.
The Primarchs gazed upon the empty Golden Throne, each one gripped by an unspeakable sorrow.
Guilliman had been wary of the Emperor and had made calculations against him, but at this moment, there was only sadness in his heart.
People say she is a tyrant, a dictator, and a arrogant person.
But her original intention was so simple, just to bring ultimate salvation to the human race.
What did those who mocked and laughed at her leave behind in the long history of mankind?
However, this so-called tyrant, dictator, and arrogant person created the most powerful regime in human history, making it possible for humans to rebel against God.
"Father is gone, but our work has just begun. The seal of the Golden Throne will not last long. Bring Magnus here quickly." Guilliman suppressed his sadness. He knew that he still had a lot to do.
Besides the Emperor, there is another person who can sit on the Golden Throne, and that is Magnus.
His psychic powers are sufficient to ensure the normal operation of the Golden Throne.
This is also the reason why the Emperor used his power to repair the Golden Throne before leaving.
The main switch of the firewall is still one step away, and Magnus will have to take over for a few days.
Guilliman can naturally take over as well.
His strength is enough to hold the seal.
But why did he sacrifice himself instead of Magnus
Although they are sad in their hearts, they all have a strong character.
Rus and several guards ran out in a hurry.
Just now, Guilliman had ordered Magnus to be brought here.
As soon as they went out, they saw the cage being dragged over and hurriedly dragged it into the throne room.
Magnus was pinned down inside, unable to move.
After being dragged into the throne room, Guilliman had the Tech-Priests deactivate the anti-magic field.
"Isn't that too risky?" said the Great Sage of Domination, Caul. "We can use a safer method. Magnus has all kinds of strange means at his disposal. Once he is freed from his restraints, something bad may happen."
"Don't worry." Guilliman said, "He can't do anything. If he can escape in front of so many people, then we have to examine our own strength."
Seeing the insistence of the Imperial Regent, plus so many Primarchs gathered here.
Cawl finally nodded and ordered his men to release the anti-magic field that was suppressing Magnus.
The force field beam flickered a few times, and the humming sound of the machinery disappeared.
Magnus was untied.
But before he could do anything, he was grabbed by Russ and dragged towards the Golden Throne.
The wolf's claws dug into Magnus's body, making it difficult for him to exert his strength.
"No!"
Seeing the empty Golden Throne, Magnus screamed in despair when he realized what was about to happen.
The scene that the Lord of Change had foretold to him appeared in his mind.
He would be bound to the Golden Throne, his psychic energy drained by the terrible siphoning device that maintained the seal of the Webway.
The pain of soul siphoning can be clearly seen from those poor souls who have been tortured by his Nine-Layered Pagoda Plan.
That kind of torture is as horrific as hell.
No life can bear it.
"Isn't this what you wanted, Magnus?" Sanguinius asked with anger in his eyes. "When you were in Prospero, you were so high-profile, declaring that you would make history. Have you forgotten the mortals you tortured? Your so-called success is built on the pain of others. You shattered our father's dream and forced him to sit on this throne."
"Why are you screaming so miserably now that you are only about to suffer the same pain as him?? You are such a pathetic coward. It is not without reason that you are attracted and seduced by Chaos. You have a cowardly soul hidden beneath your powerful body."
"Don't do that, my brother." Magnus cried. He knew how terrible the torture of the Golden Throne was. It was something that even his father could not bear.
"It's too late to repent now, Magnus." Guilliman said in a deep voice: "You shouldn't have betrayed at the beginning. You destroyed everything, but never paid the real price. Do you think the destruction of Prospero was the price you paid? No, it was just your token of allegiance to Chaos. Otherwise, why would you hate Russ and the Emperor, but not Horus who brought you to the brink of destruction?"
Guilliman stepped forward and grabbed Magnus like a chicken.
"Activate the Golden Throne."
"No!" Magnus howled. "You can't do this, please."
"Repent in pain, all of you." Guilliman pressed Magnus onto the Golden Throne.
As the device activated, shrill screams echoed throughout the throne room.
The soul siphon device started working again.
Magnus's strong body trembled wildly, and crackling arcs of psionic electricity emerged on his body.
The only eye also radiated a strong light.
It was as if there was a sun inside Magnus, trying to burst through his body and explode out from within.
Countless devices in the throne room started operating again.
"What's the situation?" Guilliman looked at Cawl and asked.
"The Golden Throne is already running, but the input power is still a little low." Kohl stared at the floating information window in front of him. A huge amount of binary data was jumping in it, and the chip module in the skull was running at high speed.
"Increase the output power." Guilliman glanced at the screaming Magnus and gave the order again.
"Understood." Kaul extended his mechanical tentacle and slid it across the window.
Magnus' screams became more and more shrill as he suffered inhuman torture.
The sound shielding force field device was activated, and Magnus' voice disappeared from everyone's ears.
All you can see is his painful expression as he sits on the golden throne.
"Vulkan, Russ, the two of you keep an eye on Magnus. We can't let any more problems happen to the Golden Throne." Guilliman said, and then he looked at the other brothers. "Sanguinius, you go to the Webway Seal and lead the Grey Knights to suppress the Undying who escaped when the seal was unstable."
"Penny, ask the Grand Master of the Assassin's Court to come see me. Deal with those guys who try to spread bad news. We can't let the news of the Emperor's fall affect the stability of Terra, and we can't allow those guys to take advantage of this opportunity to stir up trouble. Inform the Ministry of Internal Affairs that the Emperor's state funeral and coronation ceremony will be set on the same day."
"Valano, erase the memories of other people who knew about this and implant new memories in them. The Emperor died of exhaustion while fighting against the evil god and maintaining the Star Torch. There was no attack tonight."
Seeing that the Golden Throne remained operational, Guilliman hurriedly issued a series of orders.
The coronation ceremony has been prepared for a long time.
If we change it now, the impact will be extremely large.
How the emperor died is also a very important question.
She could only die of exhaustion fighting against the gods.
If they said he was assassinated, it would inevitably lead to people questioning the imperial guards and the palace defense forces.
By then, there will be another series of troubles.
Guilliman knew that this matter could not be blamed on the Custodes and the Imperial Palace Defense Forces.
The Emperor wants to use Alpharius to end his immortality, how can they stop him
Under Guilliman's order, the grieving Valanor hurried out, controlled all those who knew the truth, and modified their memories.
Sanguinius also hurried to integrate the Grey Knights and prepare to deal with the demons.
"What can I do?" Ryan asked. "If there is any mission, Your Majesty, please give me your orders. The son of Caliban will never refuse."
"You and Chagatai stay by my side. You have been with me for this period of time. If you are suddenly transferred away, it will inevitably cause people to make bad assumptions. I will give you a task after a while." Guilliman said: "Now, your task is to stay by my side until the day I ascend the throne."
Alpharius was captured, and Omega is still active in the dark.
Guilliman really wanted to catch that bastard right now, but the most important thing now was to ensure that the power of the empire was smoothly transferred to his hands.
When the time comes, we will search all of Terra to capture that bastard and stuff him into the Golden Throne to serve as psychic fuel.
Let them feel the pain they have inflicted on others.
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The news that the Emperor had fallen after fighting against the gods for ten thousand years caused a huge uproar.
With Guilliman's strong stability-maintaining skills, the overall situation is still under control.
Under the high-profile propaganda of the official media, the rage for revenge was also surging in the empire.
Many wish to launch a strike against the Eye of Terror and avenge the Emperor.
After years of popular education, the people of the empire generally know about the existence of evil gods and aliens.
Of course, Guilliman's statement was very euphemistic. He did not exaggerate the power and terror of the gods and aliens. He simply portrayed humans as being disunited and their technology not being advanced enough, and therefore they were invaded, beaten, and massacred by the forces of gods and aliens.
They also adopted all the routines of the mythological drama, reducing people's fear by vilifying the minions of the gods.
People like Abaddon are traitors and guides who betray humanity and collude with the gods to oppress humanity.
The Empire's official media also launched a galaxy-wide TV series based on the prototype of Sibo Malay.
For example, clips of one man slaughtering an entire legion of orcs, tearing apart the Dark Eldar's warships with his bare hands, and blowing up the minions of the evil god with one punch were circulated on the Imperial network.
In addition, the growth of military strength and the continuous victories also boosted the confidence of the people of the empire.
After so many years of information bombardment and propaganda.
The ideas of today's young people in the empire are completely different from those of the older generation.
Old generation: The galaxy is full of minions of evil gods and aliens, it’s so scary.
New generation: I am fighting against evil gods and aliens.
Guilliman also made several speeches, promising to destroy the Eye of Terror and avenge the Emperor.
Make Abaddon and other traitors pay the price, make the gods pay the price.
At the same time, an order was issued to mobilize military supplies, asking all regions of the galaxy to draw elite troops to prepare for the attack on the Eye of Terror.
As long as the firewall plan is completed, human souls will be protected.
The corrosion and pollution of the Eye of Terror to humans will be reduced to a minimum, and attacking the Eye of Terror will naturally become a reality.
Guilliman summoned Cawl again in private, handed him part of the third-phase database knowledge, and asked him to keep it strictly confidential.
"We need some time artifacts and convenient anti-psychic devices." Guilliman stated his needs directly. "The Emperor has left, and we must speed up. After ascending the throne, we will launch a full-scale campaign against the Undead, the Dark Eldar, and the Orks to ensure humanity's absolute control over the galaxy. When we launch the final battle against the Eye of Terror, we must not have anyone stabbing us in the back."
Cawl spent some time reading the knowledge given by Guilliman, and the more he read, the more shocked he became.
Much of this knowledge involves advanced knowledge of spatial dimensions, fate, causality, time and other special areas.
Guilliman asking him to use this knowledge to create weapons was a bit too crazy.
But when he saw the other person's determined eyes, he knew he couldn't persuade him.
"It contains complete verification formulas. If we use the upgraded divine brain to design the plan, a lot of the process can be shortened. We should be able to obtain the first batch of technology specifically for fighting against the space undead after the coronation ceremony." Cawl said.
"Very good. Communicate with the Void Dragon again and provide it with a batch of alien captives. Inquire clearly about the methods of the Three Holy Council. When the time comes, arm a group of assassins to eliminate them as quickly as possible and gain an advantage in the war for us."
War is war.
Guilliman never liked to talk about morality in war.
What he had to do was to kill off the space undead rulers like the Silent King as quickly as possible, so that the King Sotai, whom he supported, could take control of the power.
At that time, he can indirectly control the entire undead race and make them his own high-quality fighters.
There's not much point in destroying the Necrons.
There is no hope for their entire species.
Without reproduction or offspring, waiting for their memories to fade away in their long lives, they are just some metal skeletons running according to a set program.
It is impossible for the King of Silence to accomplish something like biological transformation from beginning to end.
Unless he is strong enough to turn back time to the moment when he signed the contract with the Star God.
The Necromancer's soul is long gone.
All that remains is the storage of their memories.
It was like a story Guilliman had read before.
A fraudulent company uses cloning technology to achieve so-called instant time travel.
In fact, it is just killing the original owner and then creating a copy on the other side.
The same is true of the Star God’s conspiracy.
The Necrontyr were long extinct, and only copies of their memories remain.
The Silent King's desire to reincarnate as a space undead is simply a dream.
"I see." Cawl made no effort to make sense of Guilliman's actions.
There is no morality when the Necrons slaughter humans.
Damn those aliens.
After handing over the relevant technology to Cawl, Guilliman focused all his attention on the coronation ceremony to ensure that nothing would go wrong.
The new emperor ascended the throne and was given a state funeral.
The people emerging from the solar system have become even more exaggerated.
Countless ships are suspended in the outer reaches of the solar system, densely packed and stretching for billions of kilometers.
The entire solar system is filled with people.
Various suspended ship platforms were connected together in the void to form a huge metal city.
If there is enough time, a person could even use those floating platforms to run from Terra's low-Earth orbit to Mars. You can imagine how exaggerated the population of the solar system would be at that time.
Near Terra, a giant ship comparable to a planet is suspended in the void. The huge force field device roars day and night to ensure that it will not be pulled by Terra's gravity and cause a collision.
It was the Supremacy which was slated to be Guilliman's flagship.
As the moment of his coronation drew closer, this magnificent ship was unveiled to the world.
Atop the Supremacy stands an incomparably majestic throne, winding and climbing over the metal surface like a mountain range.
Just by standing under the throne, one can feel the incomparable and terrifying sense of oppression.
Guilliman's crowning ceremony took place on the throne.
Everyone who saw the throne and the Supreme was amazed.
This is simply the jewel of human industry.
Dorn returns from Beta Galmon.
Corax and Ferrus return from the Webway.
The emperor had already made all preparations for his departure.
Have Corax and Ferrus prepare for the seal to fail.
To this end, all loyal Primarchs have gathered on Terra.
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As the big clock passed midnight and pointed to the early morning.
Carefully timed salutes echoed across Terra.
Several fusion solar light sources suspended high in the sky were lit up, illuminating the entire Terra.
Inside the palace, the Primarchs who had been prepared for this walked out of the throne room, supporting a golden coffin shrouded in light.
There is nothing in the coffin except people's grief.
This was both a funeral for the old emperor and a celebration for the new emperor.