The war horns placed on the Eternal Wall and the Victory Wall, as well as on numerous tower fortresses, issued a sharp and rough sound.
The sound was deafening, and it made people feel solemn and awed.
The process of the ceremony and celebration is recorded by the recording devices carried by the servoskulls and cherubim, and then transmitted to all parts of the solar system and even the galaxy through various communication methods.
This is definitely the most grand celebration in human history.
It is much more shocking than those scenes recorded in myths.
Every place where the ceremony could be seen was filled with people.
There were also huge crowds of people beneath the large screens broadcasting the programs.
The hoarse sound of the horn slowly faded away, like the dull roar of an ancient beast that was gradually fading into myth.
After the trumpet sound disappeared, the big bell on the highest tower at the Imperial Heroes Square was rung.
The solemn bells echoed in the magnificent metal city, floating in every corner, and resounding in the mountainous mechanical factories and space ports.
People watched the beginning of this grand ceremony with reverence and grief.
They watched the grand door of the throne room through broadcasts or using super-vision devices.
The imperial guards in golden armor stood at the door with weapons in hand.
Compared with the door, their strong bodies seemed very small.
Countless eyes watched as the door opened silently to the sound of a loud bell.
Countless voices mixed with grief swept through the crowd and echoed everywhere.
Through the slowly opening door, people saw the diffuse golden mist pouring out and spreading over the magnificent steps.
A faint and sad whisper can be heard from it.
The Primarchs, dressed in funeral robes and carrying heavy coffins, slowly walked out of the throne room.
The high-ranking officials of the empire followed closely behind them to see off the first Lord of Mankind.
Seeing this scene, people covered their mouths, tears flowed uncontrollably, and the sound of sobbing filled the air.
Some men and women with poor self-control couldn't help but burst into tears.
"Remember this moment, child. We will never forget the hatred, and one day, we will avenge our protectors." A young mother lifted up her young child, let him watch the funeral of the guardian of humanity, and said in his ear in a sad voice.
This is eternal hatred that can never be forgiven or eliminated.
Those high gods killed their guardians.
The will for revenge is burning fiercely, and it will eventually be released and devour everything.
Both the stars and the gods will burn with this rage.
Between humans and gods, one will inevitably fall completely.
The Primarchs walked up to the steps leading to the throne room.
A slight mechanical humming sound was heard, and a huge flying hovercraft slowly rose into the air and landed steadily in front of them.
The distance from the throne room in the imperial palace to the mechanical throne used by Guilliman to ascend the throne is far, and more importantly, the throne is located in the void, making it impossible to reach it simply by walking.
Even if you can walk, it will waste too much time.
People's emotions will be dominated by fatigue, and they will feel that celebrations and funerals are too cumbersome.
For this reason, celebrations also need to be time-planned.
The Primarchs carried the Emperor's coffin onto the suspended platform.
At this moment, a large group of strange flying objects flew over from all directions, forming a huge parade.
Servo-skulls, cherubim, cloned genetic creations, old priests sitting on anti-gravity levitators, accountants with huge books tied to them, and recorders who are qualified to participate in recording this event.
The parade was not orderly.
Guilliman had to take into account the ideas of every force, ensure that they were qualified to participate, and not let them feel excluded.
The procession emerged from a sea of fog created by burning incense.
The thick, fragrant smoke was swirled into whirlpools by the banners they carried.
The scale of the parade was extremely large.
Tens of thousands of floating, hovercraft-mounted delegates chanted mournfully the Emperor's praises.
Thousands of different hymns were sung simultaneously by poets with various beautiful melodies and spread throughout the galaxy.
The automatic preacher was suspended in the air, roaring with religious vocabulary, preaching the greatness of the Emperor and the sorrow and hatred for her departure.
The suspended platform lifted the coffins of the Primarch and the Emperor, flew along the city of the Terra Palace, and then headed to the mechanical throne in the void to complete the final coronation ceremony.
The palace is a magnificent building built in the Himalayas, occupying the entire plateau.
If the periphery was included, the imperial palace and vassal cities would almost occupy the entire continent.
The Primarch's team set out from the throne room and marched along the Eternal Avenue that ran through the entire city of Terra.
The Avenue of Eternity stretches all the way, passing through many famous palace buildings such as the Eternal Wall, the Lion Gate, and the Victory Wall, which were cast from huge stones collected from all over the galaxy.
It was in these places that the loyalists fought against the rebels led by Horus, and the fighting was so fierce that it eclipsed the stars.
Guilliman still cannot forget that doomsday scene, a true sea of blood and corpses, with the air filled with the smell of burning plasma and blood.
Beneath the majestic walls, huge towers and solid halls rise up, overlooking the inner court, the law building and the tower of hegemony.
A little further outside are the residences of the imperial senators and high-ranking officials.
The Star Tongue Court where the Star Tongue Speakers are located is closer to the Inner Court.
The area seemed a little cold and few people were willing to approach the Star Talkers.
Even birds don't pass through that area.
The fear and disgust of the Warp is ingrained in the genes of every living being.
The huge parade, protected by many armored warriors, walked out of the huge palace and headed along the city of Terra to the Lion's Gate Airport, the largest space port in the empire.
The huge port building connects low-Earth orbit and the void.
Wherever the parade passed, all the onlookers, young and old, men, women, and children, showed sad expressions.
At one point, someone cried until he fainted.
People find it difficult to suppress the grief in their hearts.
Their eyes were fixed on the exquisite coffin, watching this protector who had been silent for ten thousand years leave the palace and leave them.
Under the gaze of the people, the parade arrived at the Lion Gate.
At this time, a huge teleportation light gate has been built in the magnificent airport.
It is impossible to use an elevator to reach the void for such a grand ceremony.
The Primarchs carried the coffin, and the floating platform slowly flew into the light gate.
In the blink of an eye, they appeared on a huge metal fortress platform in the void.
The gravity device restrains the air and temperature, allowing the parade team and tourists to breathe freely without any protective measures.
There are actually not many viewers on this platform.
In their place came the military.
Countless armies.
A brightly colored ocean rolls on the iron-gray metal platform.
Coats of arms and flags were flying.
Soldiers, tanks, hovercraft and Titans, in addition to the platforms, there are also large and magnificent fleets.
The Mechanicus built this huge platform, shaping a world in the void like a god, just to prepare for this most grand ceremony.
Those war machines were all activated, and the engines were roaring.
The huge Titans are like extremely terrifying metal monsters. Even in the images shot through the servo skull, one can clearly see the distortion caused by the vibration of the engine.
The magnificent warship is suspended in the void, like a continuous metal mountain range, submerged in the cold and darkness, but no one dares to underestimate the terrifying power contained in it. Once it is fully released, it will be earth-shattering.
As the Emperor's coffin passed by.
All the soldiers knelt on one knee.
Those heavy fearless things also lowered their heads.
They watched in silence as the hovering platform carrying the Primarchs flew past the avenue.
The whole world remained silent. Apart from the sound of machinery running and the fluttering of battle flags, there was no other sound.
These heroes who fought for the empire bid farewell to the protectors of humanity and the masters they once served in a unique way.
The speed of the suspended platform was well controlled and it reached the destination - the mechanical platform - within the set time.
The mechanical platform on which the throne is placed is hundreds of kilometers high. In a sense, it is an absolute metal mountain.
The Emperor's coffin was finally placed in a stasis field beside the great throne.
There was nothing in the coffin.
This is just a symbol.
It symbolizes the hatred that will never be forgotten and the fact that the Emperor has never left.
The activated force field light enveloped the coffin.
Led by Guilliman, many Primarchs knelt on one knee to pay their final respects to the Emperor.
When Guilliman stood up, Mathieu and several living saints also came over from the side.
Living saints are the bearers of the unyielding will of mankind. They have independent bodies and a certain degree of freedom.
Before leaving, the Emperor gave the power of faith to Guilliman.
These living saints were also handed over in a sense.
From now on, they would serve Guilliman and fight for him.
Living saints do not only appear in the group of battle sisters. Anyone with an unyielding will, a pure heart, and absolute loyalty to the Emperor has the possibility of being blessed.
For example, Sly Mabo, the tough guy from Catachan, and Gusler from the Imperial Guard, and so on.
Of course, a living saint is not simply a Madonna.
The concept of the Virgin Mary is very dangerous.
Especially in such a dangerous universe, showing kindness to aliens and traitors is the greatest cruelty to those who want to survive.
To some extent, being a living saint does not mean being kind.
They will kill those individuals who threaten human survival with thunder.
Even allies who may threaten the overall interests of humanity may be regarded as enemies.
For this reason, living saints represent more human interests.
Mathieu walked towards Guilliman, a winged living saint named Annes who resembled Celestine.
In her hands she held the golden eagle and laurel crown forged by Vulkan.
A faint halo shone through the intricate runes, like a dream, not something real.
"Your Majesty," Mathieu said respectfully.
Guilliman nodded and walked towards the throne that belonged to him alone.
The main body of the throne is made of gold and blue, and is inlaid with fine silver rune circuits.
The technology contained therein is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
The accumulation of mankind’s golden age, the gifts from the mysterious civilization, and the knowledge in the hands of the star gods and those ancient races.
Guilliman and Cawl unraveled this knowledge, finding its essence and applying it.
The throne is connected to every human lighthouse in the galaxy. Once activated, it can create a huge firewall to protect the souls of all humans.
Guilliman stroked the armrest of the throne, his eyes becoming serious.
This seems like a fateful cycle.
Every human lord will sit on his own throne.
I just hope that my final ending won't be like the Emperor's.
Guilliman sat on it, and the surging power of the mechanical platform established a connection with him.
With the help of mysterious technology, his will and strength were infinitely amplified.
It has integrated with the entire human thought and gained dominance.
At this moment, he had a feeling of being omnipotent.
Able to listen to every human voice.
Give them strength or guide them.
With just a thought, he can activate the firewall and keep the gods out.
In the spiritual realm, there is a saying that has been circulating for a long time.
Every man's spirit is an island in the vast ocean.
Independent on the surface, yet deep down every soul is connected.
Guilliman feels this way now.
He is Guilliman, and he is also the combined will of the entire human race.
Being one as an individual and also being part of a group is a wonderful feeling that is hard to describe in words.
Guilliman sat on the throne.
Marshal of the Custodes Valanor presented him with the Sword of the Emperor.
Anais, the living saint, crowned him with laurel wreaths.
Once those people retreated, Guilliman's crowning ceremony would be completed.
Sanguinius, Ryan, Vulkan, Jaghatai, Dorn and other loyal primarchs all knelt on one knee, placed their hands on their chests and made the Sky Eagle Salute.
"His Majesty."
"His Majesty."
"His Majesty."
"His Majesty."
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With them as the center, the mechanical throne, the viewing stand, the imperial soldiers in formation, and the imperial citizens who watched this scene, all subconsciously knelt on one knee and pledged allegiance to their new emperor.
"His Majesty."
"His Majesty."
"His Majesty."
"His Majesty."
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The sound resounded throughout every corner of the galaxy.
The empire welcomed a brand new emperor.
Humanity also has a new guide.
Fulgrim, who was trapped in the cell, was also able to see Guilliman ascend the throne and the entire empire kneeling down through the big screen in the square.
All of humanity is pledging allegiance.
Even he could only imagine such a scene.
Guilliman did it.
Lorgar's expression was extremely ugly. Angron beside him let out a low roar. If the opponent had not been restrained by the force field chains, he would have been beaten to death by Angron.
Burned down his perfect city.
Now he becomes the new emperor of the empire that combines both royal power and divine authority.
This is such a mockery.
Koz had a gloomy look on his face, and from time to time he roared like a madman.
Perturabo's expression was the ugliest among all the Primarchs.
During the Great Crusade, Guilliman was just a piece of shit.
Now, the opponent has become an opponent of the same level as the Four Gods.
Guilliman sat on the mechanical throne. The power of command and faith in his body connected with the throne, forming an ensemble of music.
Infinite power surged within his majestic body, and an ocean-like tide washed over his body.
His eyes also changed, alternating between gold and blue, and an aura unique to a king emanated from him.
The Emperor of Mankind is not just a title, but also has some special symbolic meaning.
Don't underestimate those illusory things. Sometimes, they also determine the final outcome.
"Get up." Guilliman's voice was not loud, but it could reach everyone's ears, clear and powerful.
The people obeyed his command and stood up.
The entire starry sky was quiet as people waited for the new emperor to give a speech.
"From now on, you will give me your loyalty, your life, your blood, and your death. Everything you have will belong to me, just as everything I have will belong to you."
"Those gods think they are high above us, holding our fate and future in their hands. Soon, they will find that the sword of mankind will pierce their throats. To do this, I need your help."
"Many people think that I have become the emperor of the empire, and I have infinite power, and I can accomplish everything easily. That idea is wrong. My power comes from you, my brothers, my compatriots, and my people. You are the most powerful force in this galaxy. You are the muscles, tendons, heart and blood of the empire. If you don't support me, then I can accomplish nothing."
"The magnificent warships were built by those suffering workers, the food was provided by the hardworking farmers, the powerful weapons were provided by the mechanical monks, and the victory was achieved by the brave soldiers. It is you who created today's glory and saved yourself from the abyss of suffering with your own hands. This is your strength, and what I have done is so insignificant. I am uneasy to receive such an honor, and I am worried that I cannot complete such a heavy responsibility."
Guilliman's voice slowly grew louder, shaking people's ears and souls like thunder.
This is a powerful speaking technique that can better guide people's emotions.
"I need you as always, my people. When we are united, nothing in the galaxy can defeat us, not even the gods above."
"Hatred will not be forgotten. My father died for the salvation of this race. The damned traitors will be punished. The temples of those false gods will be torn down, and their minions will be slaughtered. All glory belongs to the Empire."
"Long live humanity." Guilliman raised the Emperor's Sword in his hand, golden flames rose up, and his majestic body roared, shaking the air.
"Long live humanity," Sanguinius roared.
Then came Russ, Vulkan, Corax and others.
Their voices echoed throughout the venue like a thousand cannons.
"Long live humanity."
"Long live humanity."
"Long live humanity."
Prime Minister Penny, Grand Marshal Valano and other high-ranking officials of the Empire followed suit and shouted.
Even the Grand Master of the Assassin's Court, who was hiding in the dark, could feel the intense emotions surging in his body.
The passionate soldiers all raised their arms and shouted.
The voices of "Long live humanity" swept up like an overwhelming force.
"Long live humanity." The voice of Aini, the mistress of the Jiaoyang Legion who controls the Titan mecha, also came through the Titan's speaker.
Many knights responded to the people they were loyal to and roared the same way.
The same is true for Dante, Azrael, Calgar and many other Imperial heroes.
"By the Holy Blood." Seth witnessed all this, tears streaming down his face, and he felt guilty for his past stupidity.
How dare he doubt such a noble man.
This is an unforgivable crime.
Brother Mathieu's body was shaking and he felt a force hitting him.
The vacancy left by the missing emperor was once again filled by a tall figure.
The cheers were so majestic and overwhelming that they shook the entire subspace.
Never before has the human will been so united.
The demons cried out in despair and the gods roared in impotence.
Those powerful unliving beings screamed in fear of the coming doomsday.
The vision of the future is clearer than ever before.
The unliving saw their own death.
See the prophecy of the future where a magnificent human army will sweep away everything.
Those broken fragments certainly do not foreshadow their destruction.
Unimaginable despair shrouds the hearts of these monsters who claim to have eternal life.
"It's truly terrifying." The Eldar Great Prophet, Eldrar, looked at Guilliman on the throne. No one had ever been able to unite humanity to this level.
Guilliman had achieved more than he had ever imagined.
It was hard for Eldrar to imagine any force that could destroy such a powerful and united human empire.
Perhaps the best thing the Eldar have ever done is to participate in the resurrection of Guilliman.
It is time to discard the Dark Eldar.
Eldrar's priority is to preserve the Eldar from the persecution of Slaanesh.
Guilliman had spoken to him several times already.
After the two races formed an alliance, the Dark Eldar caused a large number of massacres.
Wherever they went, the sewers of human cities were filled with corpses and blood.
There is no way the human empire would let off such a brutal crime.
Guilliman's intention in talking to him was to ask the Ark Eldar not to interfere in this matter.
In order to express his sincerity, Guilliman even proposed that the Eldar be given the right to use the Webways repaired by humans, and that a part of the world be specially set aside to help the Eldar restore their population.
With such conditions, it would be a lie for Eldrar to say he wasn't tempted.
With Guilliman's guarantee, there is hope for the survival of the Eldar.
Moreover, if things really don't work out, borrowing a few human ships to leave the galaxy would be a good option.
Guilliman looked at the cheering people, and an information window floated in front of him.
The firewall program has been loaded. Do you want to start it immediately
After seeing the information, Guilliman looked at Cawl, who nodded, indicating that everything was ready.
This is a new era that mankind has never experienced before.
"My people," Guilliman shouted.
Guilliman's voice caused the cheering people to pause.
"As a reward for your loyalty, I will give you my first gift," Guilliman said loudly. "You will be safe from the poison of those dark things, away from those strange whispers and the torment of terrible wills."
People looked bewildered.
Gift
What kind of gift
Sanguinius, Ryan and the others were all in a state of confusion.
There is no such part in the original ceremony process.
Guilliman smiled slightly, his eyes revealing the confidence of being in control of everything. "The journey of human transcendence begins from now on. Begin, Cawl, and reveal this secret plan that has been hidden until now to the world."
"I understand, sir." Kaul took a step forward, and a floating operation window appeared in front of him.
After entering the complex key, a cylinder rose up from his side and a smooth round thorn pierced into his remaining flesh and blood, reading the required genetic information.
When all the work was completed, a suspended servoskull flew in front of Guilliman, with a data tablet grasped by its mechanical tentacles.
Genetic verification of the setter is required
Guilliman kissed the data pad and the red text turned green.
Genetic verification can also be done with saliva, but it would be somewhat embarrassing.
The huge mechanical throne made a rumbling sound.
A beam of light a million times brighter than the Astronomican shot up into the sky, illuminating the entire solar system.
Everyone watched the scene in amazement.
Lighthouses built throughout the Milky Way also emitted light synchronously.
Countless rays of light lit up in the dark galaxy and also in the subspace.
Guided by Guilliman's will, countless filaments extended out, connecting every human soul like a neural network, weaving into a huge network beyond imagination.
Then, the connected human souls formed a whole, a huge black shadow, like the will of the hive.
The firewall is built with the lighthouse as its foundation and the human soul as its node.
All emotions born into human nature will be transformed through this network and become the strength and barrier of this network.
Whether it is fear or excitement, every human emotion will be absorbed and transformed by this huge network.
The violent warp storm was blocked outside, like a huge dam separating the inner sea from the outer sea.
The turbulent sea outside brought about violent storms, but everything inside the dike was calm.
With the help of such a firewall, human astropaths and psykers will be protected to the greatest extent and will no longer have to face the terrifying vast ocean full of corruption and toxins.
They are able to use psychic energy without worrying about the violent malice engulfing them, forming a kind of filter and protection.
Within the confines of the Imperial Firewall, the evil's ability to distort human will will be weakened.
The loyalists can also use the power of the firewall to fight against demons that come to the real universe, causing horrific attacks like the lighthouse that used to pry open the power of the Emperor.
Eldrar stared at the magnificent column of light in amazement, his powerful soul immediately sensing the defensive network that Guilliman had constructed in the Warp.
With the help of that powerful network, the Emperor's old vision can be realized, and the gods will not be able to absorb any emotions provided by humans, so that the lifeless will starve to death.
Guilliman hid so deeply that he didn't reveal a single word from beginning to end.
The Webway Project and the Alien Universe Project were all lies, all for this moment.
A real firewall.
In a sense, Guilliman elevated himself to the level of a god.
Every human being can be seen as a fragment of the racial will, just as the minions of the evil god are fragments of the evil god.
What a crazy plan.
The Primarchs also looked astonished. They finally understood why Guilliman didn't care about Magnus's Nine-story Tower plan.
Transforming humans into a psychic race will not only fail to allow the gods to gain the real universe, but will cause even greater trouble.
Make the firewall created by Guilliman more powerful and more indestructible.
If Magnus knew about this, he would be even more angry.
From beginning to end, he was played by Guilliman.
By utilizing the power of the human soul and the energy of the real universe, a barrier that even the gods cannot break through is constructed, trapping humans inside, and human emotions will nourish this network.
The souls of dead humans will also be absorbed into this network.
It is equivalent to creating another subspace regional network exclusively for humans.
From this moment on, humans have a real trump card.
With a firewall, we have the confidence to declare war on the gods.
Otherwise, the more wars are launched, the stronger the power of the gods will become, and it will be impossible to win.
Everyone can feel the changes in themselves.
This is especially true for psychics.
The terrifying and oppressive feeling from the past disappeared, and it was like a huge burden had been lifted off of my shoulders. I felt a lot more relaxed.
"This is amazing," Sanguinius exclaimed. "I never thought you could hide so deeply, Your Majesty."
"It seems that the title of being the best at keeping secrets belongs to you." Ryan also shook his head. From the beginning to the end, they didn't know about Guilliman's hidden plan.
Everyone thought that the Lighthouse Project was to build a navigation system belonging to the Empire.
Guilliman and Cawl had literally fooled everyone.
I'm afraid those so-called gods don't realize that the Lighthouse Project is just a cover.
Otherwise, they would never have focused their energy on destroying Dorne's fortresses and trying every means to prevent humans from building the Webway.
It's really so false and hard to guard against.
Not only is he good at fighting, he is also better at scheming than the emperor.
In the Nakmond Corridor, the Black Legion and the demons were eaten alive, with heavy casualties.
Abaddon still wanted to strangle the empire's throat, and the entire dark side of the empire would belong to him.
As a result, the Imperial warships acted as if nothing had happened, using beacons to travel through the Great Rift from deep within the Warp.
The traitorous leaders at that time felt as uncomfortable as if they had eaten shit.
The Empire was fooled by Guilliman from beginning to end and didn't care about the Nachmond Corridor at all.
Seeing the appearance of the subspace firewall, if the four gods had physical bodies, they would probably vomit blood like Abaddon did in the past.
Guilliman went to the Eye of Terror to find the lost knowledge of the Eldar, made a deal with the C'tan, and mobilized the army with great fanfare to repair the Webway.
Isn't it obvious that he wants to follow in his father's footsteps
For this reason, the Warp Demons kept attacking the fortress built by Dorne, and the battle between the two sides was in full swing.
Looking at this grand scene, everyone thought that Guilliman wanted to repair the Webway.
Don't say the devil would think so.
As an ally, Eldrar thinks the same way.
The same goes for Dorn, Ryan and others.
I think Guilliman just wants to build the Webway.
The Webway is the only known way to escape the control of the gods.
Once the webway is repaired, even if the gods howl at the top of their lungs in the warp, it will have nothing to do with humans.
Now, people don’t care whether Wangdao can succeed or not.
Just build a wall to encircle humans and create something similar to the Zerg Shadow.
Seeing everyone's surprised and happy eyes, Guilliman did not show any smug expression.
The firewall has just been established and is still very fragile.
Moreover, it is not without weaknesses.
Those beacons are visible weaknesses.
Without the lighthouse to radiate his will and connect the souls of the local people, the firewall would be ineffective for the local area.
We are far from being able to rest easy.
"This is the first gift I give you, my people." Guilliman said in a deep voice: "It will free you from the poison of the gods and give you the power to fight against those traitors and minions of the evil gods."
Guilliman paused, glancing at the excited faces of the crowd.
"Be prepared, we will soon have to fight a war of revenge against the gods."
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The Eye of Terror also stirred up a violent storm at this time.
Human will also has an impact here.
All the traitors were terrified.
If the Eye of Terror lost its ability to corrupt the Imperial army, they would have no chance of stopping the vengeful Imperial forces.
By then, when the Empire attacks the Eye of Terror, it will definitely be their doomsday disaster.
Inside a fortress built from a giant head.
Countless twisted creatures are howling in it, looking forward to corrupting those beautiful things, dragging everything into the abyss, and enjoying eternity with them.
"What a crazy guy." Horus, a part of Yog-Sothoth, could also feel the changes. It seemed that the original plan had to be changed.
Without the ability to corrupt, it would not be easy for his legions to conquer the human empire.
His original plan was to corrupt the entire empire as quickly as possible when the other evil gods were unable to take care of him, and then expand to other parts of the universe.
But now, it seems that the Milky Way may not be so easy to take down.
The direction of fate that he could see also changed, and everything in the future was in chaos.
Foreseeing the future does not mean that the future will develop in that way.
The future holds endless possibilities.
You can only find ways to push forward the present and realize the future you want.
Horus looked at the chaotic void filled with the power of the Warp, and his eyes became slightly solemn.
As the incarnation of Yog-Sothoth, he possesses some of the power of the original body, but it is also very limited.
After all, if you want to move around in the real universe, you must have a body that conforms to the physical laws of three-dimensional space.
Such a body cannot withstand the true power of the omniscient and omnipotent Yog-Sothoth.
This means that if he were to act in the real universe, he would still be defeated and expelled like a demon.
Facing Guilliman, he might not be sure of victory.
Horus waved.
"Master." Captain Marvel - Marvel, with a distorted face, walked out of the darkness.
"How is the army gathering?" asked Horus.
"The armies of the Nine Realms have been assembled, master. We can launch an attack at any time, crush those damn mortals, and drag this world into your divine domain." Several mouths on Marvell's face spoke at the same time, with a strange sense of coordination in their voices.
"Very good, but this is far from enough." Horus said: "Drive those gods here, we need their power to destroy those mortal ships."
"I understand, Master," Marvell said.
After the servant stepped into the shadows, Horus fell into thought again. If he wanted to teach that arrogant mortal a lesson, he had to make a plan.
He would turn everything the other party had built into dust bit by bit, then drag the other party into the abyss, twisting him into his own slave.
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Many areas inside the battleship No Invasion were covered with thick flesh and blood, and eyes and a mouth full of sharp teeth also grew on that flesh and blood. The entire battleship exuded infinite malice.
Abaddon, who had just recovered from his injuries, looked through the porthole at the troops that continued to emerge from the gap that spanned hundreds of thousands of kilometers.
Those giant planet-like heads were built into fortresses, inhabited by a large number of strange and twisted life forms.
That fellow named Yog-Sothoth must be on the same level as the Four Gods.
If you want to fight against the opponent, you must find an equal force.
Only God can kill God.
Abaddon looked down at the magic sword in his hand - Drachanion. It was said that this was a sword that could kill the Emperor, and that a terrible demon was parasitic inside it, which was the Emperor's nemesis.
Now, the Emperor has fallen, and everything of the other side has been taken over by Guilliman.
Abaddon felt that it would be very risky for this sword to be used against Guilliman.
That bastard who is always plotting schemes definitely has a trump card to counter the magic sword.
Abaddon suppressed the thought of using the sword against Guilliman.
Now, he had another person who was more urgent to deal with than Guilliman, that was Horus, who had become the incarnation of Yog-Sothoth.
The other party bearing this name is not only a humiliation to the Black Legion, but also a humiliation to the former father of genes.
Abaddon could not tolerate such a thing.
Abaddon knew that his own strength was far from enough to kill this guy.
Only weapons that can severely injure gods can hurt the other party.
Weapons like this are hard to find.
In the galaxy, if you want to obtain such weapons, perhaps you can only get them from those ancient ruins.
Before becoming the leader of the Black Legion, Abaddon once wandered around, looking for the lost fragments and the truth of the matter.
He also learned about the ancient war between heaven and even the wars between civilizations even earlier.
Compared with that long-lasting war of civilizations, the war between humans and gods is like children playing house.
Stars are annihilated, and even the laws of physics, space, and time have become weapons of attack.
Such a war is unimaginable for mortals.
Abaddon couldn't imagine it either.
How could those mathematical laws become weapons!
However, Abaddon did not delve into this issue.
He just wanted to find weapons that were powerful enough to hurt those so-called gods.
Let that idiot know that he can't be arrogant just because he is omniscient and omnipotent.
God can also die.
What's more, it's just a clone.