It will take a long time for the Orc Warlord to evolve into the Orc Emperor.
Ufo was just soaked in a huge pool of WAAAAAGH energy.
Guilliman was in no hurry to leave.
The huge fleet just floated in the void, waiting for the orc warlord to complete his evolution.
Waiting for the final battle on the Cadia battlefield to begin.
Many legions are gathering their strength.
Everyone knew that once they set off, it would mean the end of the Cadia battlefield.
The Empire will march directly into the Eye of Terror.
Time is on the side of the Empire.
With every passing minute, the empire grows stronger.
Those theoretical technologies will be transformed into practical technologies, visibly strengthening the empire.
The longer the time drags on, the more obvious the disadvantages of the gods become.
After the firewall was established, the tide of war between the gods and the empire had turned.
It is unable to draw emotional strength from humans, nor can it use the waves caused by humans' actions in the subspace to strengthen itself.
The means by which the gods can manipulate reality can be said to be becoming increasingly weaker.
The Empire is strong, while Chaos is weak.
The various warbands were almost suffocated by the expansion of the Empire's loyal chapters.
There is no longer the former carnival of mass sacrifice and slaughter of the whole world.
This resulted in the already weak Chaos Traitors becoming even weaker.
If believers do not offer enough blood sacrifices, they will not be able to bless them, and they will be hit harder by the empire.
A vicious cycle has been formed.
After being struck by the Emperor once, the many demons that were originally active rarely appeared again.
All of them hid in the realm of the gods, repairing the terrible scars left by the curser.
After observing the Ork Warlord for a while, Guilliman returned to the strategy room with the Custodians and Guards.
He still has government affairs to deal with and can't keep looking at the orc warlord. -
As the ruler of the Empire, Guilliman's daily life is not easy.
Reports from various departments would eventually fall under his jurisdiction, allowing him to control the entire empire.
The daily government affairs alone can be said to be piled up like a mountain, enough to exhaust the energy of a mortal throughout his life.
In addition to daily government affairs, Guilliman also needs to supervise and promote the smooth implementation of various plans and the progress of cross-universe wars.
If a mortal were to take this position, it would probably not take long for him to collapse under the pressure of the heavy workload and become crazy.
After careful consideration, he instructed Celestine, Clovis and others to declare war on the reincarnation game forces of Universe 03.
The Empire is currently exploring quite a few universes.
The exploration team obtained a lot of intelligence.
All in all, the reincarnation game should be the easiest to deal with.
Judging from the other party's method of draining the pond to catch all the fish, Guilliman guessed that the other party must have fallen into some kind of crisis, and thus resorted to such means to drain the real universe at all costs.
If the war between different civilized races in a universe is very fierce, it is often a war between the real universe civilization and chaos.
It was just like the Empire and Chaos before Guilliman awakened, with a purification order every three days and a big scene every five days.
The two sides were so excited that they were going crazy.
Do whatever it takes to win.
Various things that refresh the bottom line keep happening.
The Empire did not do anything that Chaos did to win.
If Guilliman had not turned the tide, the end of the Empire would have been a weak version of Chaos.
If a universe maintains peace, it is very likely that the civilization of that universe no longer has the power to resist chaos, or even has regarded chaos as their ruler, which is why the so-called peace can be maintained.
The level of development of civilization in those universes is often very low, at the level of the Middle Ages or the Industrial Age. Very few will enter the interstellar age, but they generally will not involve too deep microscopic fields.
The overall atmosphere will be much better than that of the Empire.
It looks democratic, peaceful, and there isn't that much violence.
Just like Universe 02.
Divided into the so-called multiverse, those superheroes wear tights and do all kinds of things to "uphold justice."
Harvesting in a relatively gentle manner.
The essence of Chaos Gods is non-discriminatory, which means that they themselves have no distinction between good and evil.
Justice and kindness are just human concepts.
The wisdom of the Chaos Gods is beyond the imagination of mortals, and the space and time of the real universe are meaningless to them.
All they need is enough toys and food.
They don't care how mortals interpret their existence.
If a mortal sees Khorne as a courageous god of war, then the image of Khorne in front of him is a muscular man with a naked upper body.
If a mortal sees Slaanesh as the god of love and beauty, then the image of Slaanesh in his eyes is divine and full of glory.
The image of the Chaos Gods depends on the observer.
There are not so many wars in Universe 02, so it is easy to figure out the problems.
Different parallel universes are like puppets; what happens and when is clearly marked.
Just like a program.
The entire universe has become a breeding farm.
All wild turkeys were driven onto farms, raised in captivity and harvested, so farmers naturally stopped going to war with the turkeys.
Even if a war breaks out, it will not be a farmers' war that the turkeys in the farm would know about.
The reincarnation game behaves very strangely.
Use those copies to reshape the players' values, making them crazy, distorting the world they belong to, and making everyone live in a world of depression and despair.
Such actions can easily lead to the subspace storm caused by intense emotions breaking through the barrier of reality, and eventually causing the barrier between the entire real universe and the subspace to collapse, leading to the destruction of the entire universe.
Just like the Eye of Terror and Universe 01.
In the Eldar Empire's orgy of depravity, those twisted emotions erupted with the "birth" of Slaanesh, tearing the Barrier apart and forming the Eye of Terror.
Universe 01 was completely eroded by chaos.
The laws of physics collapsed, and concepts such as biological race and civilization also collapsed.
In such a universe, no new races or new civilizations will emerge.
Its only function is to make the immortal and lifeless beings revel forever.
Universe 02 seems easier to deal with than Universe 03.
But it's just an illusion.
In the report that Sanguinius sent back to Guilliman, they were basically fighting against those so-called superheroes, and there was no god behind the scenes.
In other words, the empire was dealing with a group of captive turkeys from beginning to end.
Such a victory would at most mean financial loss to the farmers.
As for turkeys, as long as we increase their breeding efforts and encourage three, four, five, or six litters, we can have as many as we want.
Therefore, declaring war on Universe 02 is a very unsafe thing to do.
The reincarnation game is different.
The farmers are behind the copies of the reincarnation game.
All they do is squeeze as much out of those worlds as they can, without caring whether those worlds will perish in despair and oppression.
A company uses all means to reap the benefits, even digging up the roots of leeks and injecting growth hormones into them, desperate to squeeze out the maximum profits in the short term.
The only possibility is that the company is about to go bankrupt.
Those shareholders want to make a final profit.
Or maybe they are almost unable to hold on and have no time to take good care of the leeks.
Perhaps the comparison between the gods and a company cannot be made.
However, these seemingly unrelated things often follow the same rules.
Many things seem incomprehensible, but if people can see the hidden chain of interests, they will suddenly realize that those abnormal and weird things are actually the most reasonable.
No matter what happened behind the reincarnation game, it cannot conceal the fact that they are in trouble.
Kicking a fallen dog is a low-risk thing to do.
Guilliman stayed alone in his own strategy room, thinking about how to maximize the benefits for the Empire in this cross-universe war.
At this time, an information window popped up.
Valano sent him new news.
"Your Majesty, those travelers from across the universe have arrived, and they are waiting to be received by you."
"They come at an ingenious time," Guilliman smiled.
"Your Majesty, will you meet them? If not, I will have someone arrange a place for them to rest."
"Let them come, Valanor. After all, they have come so far. Proper respect can reduce some resistance to the Empire's rule in the local area." Guilliman said.
"I understand. I will bring them to your strategy room in half an hour."
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"who I am?"
"Where am I?"
"Where am I going?"
Constantine's mind had been in a daze since he stepped out of that magnificent inter-universe train.
He had a grand vision of how powerful the empire would be.
But when he saw the countless warships occupying the entire starry sky.
He still opened his mouth wide, staring in amazement at the giant battleship that was emitting light like a star.
Each one is so magnificent.
It is a giant creature that even gods cannot create.
Those miraculous technological creations and otherworldly psychic objects appeared before Constantine, making him feel for a moment like a primitive man entering a modern city.
Everything was so mysterious, full of mysteries he could not understand, and operated on a principle he could not imagine.
Zatanna wasn't much better.
She felt deeply ashamed.
I feel that I was so foolish and ignorant before.
Supernatural knowledge passed down from generation to generation can be found everywhere in the empire.
Pick up any book that records the supernatural. It says three years of psychic powers and five years of meditation. Learning psychic powers from entry to burial in thirty days will teach you how to use psychic powers in the name of the Holy Emperor. The Eldar prophet tells you how to use psychic powers and 100 psychic spells that have been verified and available in the multiverse.
Open it and take a look.
The top-secret knowledge that magical families and forces regard as their inheritance is about to become known everywhere.
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After the inter-universe passengers disembarked and were inspected, they boarded the ship directly and headed for the Emperor Sovereign to be received by Guilliman.
Only then will you go to Terra, the sacred home, to study.
Once the ship docked at the port of the Celestial-class battleship, a series of complex inspections were completed again.
A group of warriors wearing golden armor escorted him to the surface of the Supreme.
The majestic throne sits on the surface of the Supremacy.
Right underneath that huge artificial light source.
It stands on the horizon like a majestic mountain.
Magnificent.
At this point, Constantine and the others also became nervous.
They were about to meet the greatest man in the empire.
Greater than Sanguinius with his white wings.
His fame and achievements are sung by countless people.
Along the way, I have seen countless statues of him.
Fortunately, the other party did not choose to meet them on the throne.
Instead, they were given some preferential treatment and allowed to meet with the emperor in the private strategy room.
I walked along the wide corridor to the end and arrived in front of a huge room.
The door is decorated with gilded murals.
A huge, balanced scale and a huge sword.
Constantine believed that the mural symbolized just rule and the determination to safeguard such justice.
Both are great qualities for a ruler.
"Maybe it's some kind of self-encouragement or warning to myself." Constantine said in his heart.
The door was slowly opened.
Surprisingly, there are no luxurious decorations or shining scenes inside.
It is very ordinary and simple, no different from an ordinary person's study.
The only difference might be that it was very large, built to the size of a giant, not a mortal.
Constantine and his group walked in.
A giant was sitting at a desk, watching them come in with a smile on his face.
For some reason, Constantine felt his face was a little warm. When he reached out to touch it, his face was covered with tears.
He cried.
Constantine never thought he would cry.
Even if I fall into hell and suffer torture.
Abandoned by those false angels in heaven.
Betrayed by lovers and friends.
He never cried either.
He would just raise his finger to look down on those guys, and straighten his genitals to tell those idiots that as a man he would not be defeated.
But now, he was crying.
Just the first sight of the giant made his tears fall uncontrollably.
Constantine turned to look at the others and found that they felt the same way.
Zatanna's face was covered with tear streaks.
Damn it!
She didn't shed a single tear when she broke up with me, but now she's crying like this for a stranger.
Constantine felt a little jealous, but he felt it was natural.
Who can remain calm in front of such a great man
"The glory of the empire will last forever, and the glory of the great emperor of the empire will last forever. I will forever be loyal to the holy, bright, omniscient and omnipotent Majesty." A companion made the Sky Eagle salute and roared his oath of loyalty.
Constantine did the same.
In the past, he felt that it was a shame to roar allegiance like this.
But now, he feels happy.
To be able to pledge one's loyalty to such a great man is a happiness that no one else can imagine.
"Don't be so reserved. Please sit down." Guilliman said gently, "I am just a mortal. You don't need to be afraid. Just talk to me like a friend."
Guilliman's words did not stop these people from crying, but made them cry even harder.
Constantine's heart became more and more determined.
This is a real God.
Only a true God would not prove his nobility and status by intimidating and threatening believers.
They are countless times more real and noble than those false gods who are high and mighty and always act like they look down on mortals.
He could just act like those false gods, appearing majestic and inviolable, and using all kinds of clumsy tricks to deceive those foolish and ignorant believers.
But he didn't.
He just sat there, without any pretense or any air of superiority.
He can extinguish a star to demonstrate his power.
He can bring seven days of disaster to a world to declare his holiness.
He could show his greatness by sending floods down on those who offended him.
He can do everything that gods can do, and also everything that gods cannot do.
Yet he sat here and talked to them like a mortal.
Isn’t this also a manifestation of the true God
"I'm glad that you can endure the journey and come here." Seeing the excitement of these people, Guilliman knew that he might not be able to talk about anything meaningful today.
"This is our honor." Constantine said, "This journey has benefited us a lot. It has broadened our horizons and made us realize how pathetic our previous cognition was. All this is thanks to you, the great emperor. It is your kindness that has given us this opportunity."
"Yes, everything is thanks to you, Your Majesty." Zatanna also spoke.
"I just provided a possibility, but it is you who will fill it in the end. Don't put all the credit on me, and don't think that everything is given by me. Your courage and hard work are equally important. You have shaped your own destiny and future. This is an extraordinary courage."
Guilliman pointed this out with a smile.
He is not one of those false gods.
I will never say to those who have achieved success through suffering and hardship, "Everything is arranged by me for you, so kneel down and thank me."
Constantine listened to these words.
Something unprecedented was growing in his heart.
It's like there's fire burning in the body.
The other party is a great king worth following, a true god wandering in the mortal realm.
His name should spread to every world so that everyone can receive his blessing and enlightenment.
Make every world as beautiful as his home world.
There was not much effective dialogue between the two sides.
When they first faced the Emperor, Constantine and others were completely confused.
By the time the meeting was over, the only thing they could remember was Guilliman's noble face and gentle tone.
As for what they talked about, they themselves were all confused.
Throughout the process, Guilliman asked some questions and they answered stiffly.
Fortunately, Guilliman did not make things too difficult for them. Instead, he considerately allowed them to rest and arrange another meeting after they had adapted for a while. He also allowed them to ask some questions so that they would not have any regrets.
The empire's ideals can also be better conveyed to the local indigenous people through these people, allowing them to unite more closely around the empire.
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Darkness, endless darkness.
Just like the eternal and cold deep space.
There is no warmth or light.
The soul falls into it, and keeps falling, until it falls into the dark abyss filled with madness, horror, and unimaginable.
There was a maddening, low, vague, evil laughter.
Devouring every desperate and painful soul.
The creator of the reincarnation game hides there, greedily gnawing at every soul that falls into it.
Once Asakami Shion falls asleep, she will be immersed in such a dream.
Her subconscious mind kept reminding her that those were not just dreams.
But it is the truth of the reincarnation game, the truth of this universe.
Every time she fell asleep, she would be pulled into that dream, repeating the horrible experience over and over again.
The most terrifying thing is not that she was swallowed by the endless abyss.
Instead, we re-experience those memories that were once beautiful but have now turned into despair and pain.
"Shiyin, don't always have a sad face. You have to learn to smile, okay? Smile, and everything will pass."
A man in military uniform with a tired face looked lovingly at the crying little girl in front of him.
"Okay, daddy will hug you for a minute. Don't cry anymore. The more you cry, the more those kids will bully you, because crying is a sign of weakness, understand? Shion."
When she was 8 years old, the world she lived in was pulled into the reincarnation game, and the player appeared for the first time.
Some players who gained power chose to act recklessly.
In order to maintain the last order of society, the father, a soldier, went on his last tour of duty, and all he brought back was the tortured corpse.
The reincarnation game begins and the players' power rises.
The conflict between the players who control the props and the ruling forces who use hot weapons is becoming increasingly intensified.
Powerful individuals are unwilling to compromise with the collective interest and begin planning to put individual interests above the collective and create a ruling class dominated by players.
Conflicts between the two sides became more frequent.
Until after a military operation.
The players used props to ensure the consciousness of a group of captured soldiers, and live-streamed the entire process of torturing the captured soldiers, skinning them, pulling out their tendons, chopping off their waists and removing their fingers. The torture lasted for dozens of hours before a prisoner finally breathed his last.
Players used the most brutal means to defeat the armed forces of a regime, completely crushed the government's attempt to maintain the old order, and established a new order.
Asakami Shion's father was one of those soldiers.
At the age of eight, she watched her father being tortured to death bit by bit by the first group of players.
Two years later, her mother was involved in an internal fight among players and half of her body was smashed.
Asakami Shion remembers it very clearly.
That day, Mom wore a white dress and planned to take the two of them out for some delicious food.
This is a rare happy event for them who have a hard life.
After their father died, they did not receive any compensation.
The old social system was abolished.
Those soldiers who once stood up to protect civilians and died at the hands of players have become stubborn elements who are obstructing players from saving the world.
It’s a good thing that there is no liquidation, so how can there be compensation!
"Shiyin, you can't act so cowardly. You can't cry when something happens, you know, or you will be bullied."
"Brother, remember to take good care of your sister. How is this idiot going to survive without you
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After leaving these words to my brother, my mother died.
No one is responsible for this.
When she was thirteen years old, she entered the reincarnation game.
Her brother entered a year earlier than her.
Even though it was difficult for her, she worked very hard to exercise and tried very hard to change her cowardly character.
But she is still just a burden to her brother.
In order to protect her, her brother put himself in danger many times but he never complained.
Shion Asakami asked her brother to give up on her many times.
My brother never did that either.
Instead, he tried his best to ensure that she could survive in the dangerous copy, even if it put himself in danger.
Until her cowardice and stupidity led her brother into a trap and he was ambushed by other players.
Until the moment of her death, her brother was still worried about whether she could survive.
"Remember what I taught you, Shion. Remember not to cry. Crying is a sign of weakness. You must learn to smile at your enemies, like a madman."
When her brother closed his eyes and stopped breathing, Asakami Shion collapsed.
In dreams, these scenes will reappear again and again.
He tortured Asagami Shion again and again, trying to drive her completely crazy and into an endless abyss.
Let her kill and vent her inner hatred and unwillingness.
"Leader of the Legion."
A voice woke Asakami Shion from her nightmare.
She slept in a chair in the strategy room of an Imperial battleship.
The holographic projection was suspended in front of him, emitting a faint light.
What she saw when she opened her eyes was her subordinate, a player who had defected to the Empire camp and was also a subordinate of her legion.
There are no words.
She just stared at the player like that, causing him to swallow his saliva involuntarily several times.
He felt tremendous pressure facing Asakami Shion.
"We are about to arrive at the world controlled by the Temple of Heaven." said the player.
Shion Asakami stood up, raised her huge sickle, and gave a morbid smile.
"Be prepared, and let them know what is the grace of our Lord."
ps: To be continued.