Chapter 637 The Ascension of the God Emperor
At the coalition government headquarters, the directors sat around the table with serious faces, watching the footage from the machine.
"All our personnel have withdrawn from the "Warhammer 40K" universe. We are currently only maintaining wormholes to help the Emperor implement his plan." Zhang Weilai said slowly.
The Emperor's plan is so audacious that it is difficult to estimate how it will ultimately develop.
So the coalition government withdrew everyone.
Fortunately, the coalition government has a pure space device that can completely isolate subspace, so there is no need to worry about the invasion of evil gods.
In this time of unprecedented changes in the "Warhammer 40,000" universe, the United Government still maintains a cross-universe wormhole to keep abreast of changes in the "Warhammer 40,000" universe.
"Once the emperor fails, we will open another parallel time and space and find other emperors to cooperate."
Zhang Weilai paused for a moment, then continued: "If the Emperor succeeds, according to the agreement, he and Guilliman will help us obtain a master god in other time and space."
The coalition government is currently watching from afar.
The directors all hope that the Emperor can succeed, because once the Emperor succeeds, the coalition government will have a main god of its own. If nothing else, at least the time technology area should be fully occupied.
Not only that, with a main god of their own, the coalition government can do whatever they want to travel to various eras of the "Warhammer 40K" universe and collect advanced technologies that they never have.
That will be the second major event node that will significantly promote the development of the coalition government after reaching cooperation with the Creator Civilization of the "Transformers" universe.
"Father, I have no confidence in myself." Guilliman spoke slowly after a few seconds of silence, "I am worried about living up to your expectations."
Guilliman was under too much pressure.
He didn't know if he could successfully board the Chaos Eight-Pointed Star, and he didn't know if he would still be who he is now after boarding the Chaos Eight-Pointed Star, and would he become a completely strange existence?
The price of failure was too high, and He felt all the pressure was on Him.
"Don't be nervous." The God-Emperor comforted patiently, "The empire is hard to come back from. Everything I have done in the past ten thousand years is just to linger. No matter what, the empire will be destroyed."
The empire of mankind has long since been laid in a coffin.
In the past 10,000 years, the God-Emperor has used his hands to hold the edges of the coffin to prevent the coffin board from being compacted, but he cannot hold it like this forever, because sitting on the coffin board are Khorne, Tzeentch, and Slaanesh. , Nurgle.
Sooner or later the coffin board must be covered.
"If it fails, it will only speed up the process and have no impact on the outcome of the empire."
The God Emperor said calmly: "If it cannot last forever, there is not much difference between ten thousand years and one hundred thousand years."
A star can easily burn for billions of years without burning out.
In front of the universe, one hundred thousand years is as insignificant as ten thousand years, and in the dark background of Warhammer 40K, longer existence does not mean happiness, but means longer pain.
Ending it earlier would save countless people suffering.
"Yes." Guilliman nodded.
He understood this truth, but after hearing the God Emperor tell him personally, he felt much less stressed.
"I'm afraid I won't be who I am anymore," He said again.
The Emperor looked at Guilliman and said solemnly: "Guilliman, are you willing to make sacrifices for the future of humanity and the entire universe?"
"I do," Guilliman said without hesitation.
The question was a no-brainer for Him.
For the God-Emperor, for humanity, for the universe, and for the Ultramarines.
He had so many reasons to sacrifice.
"You are the original seed now."
The Emperor stared at Guilliman's face, and he spoke slowly: "The towering tree grown from a seed may look nothing like the seed, but its essence will not change."
Guilliman was slightly startled.
The emperor continued: "The seeds of the locust tree grow into locust trees, and the seeds of the apple tree grow into apple trees. I am sure that you will become a god who is friendly to humans, but you are still much the same as you are now." It all depends on how firm your will is."
The God Emperor nodded slightly and said firmly: "Don't worry, as long as your will is strong enough, you will still be you."
When the God-Emperor killed the Chaos Warmaster Horus, he briefly visited the God of Corrosion and Destruction in a rage. At that time, He was still able to listen to the advice rationally, and after he retreated, he protected ten thousand humans. Year.
As long as the will is strong enough, you can maintain yourself, at least you will not forget your original intention.
The God-Emperor recalled: "When we board the Chaos Eight-Pointed Star, our will will exist in the past and future at the same time, and we will be impacted by countless information, but that information cannot decisively change our will."
The emperor showed an expression of approval and said softly: "If you think about it carefully, it was not the accumulation of every little thing over a long period of time that shaped us into what we are today, but a few important events."
When a person grows up to be honest and trustworthy, it may be because he was dishonest and trustworthy when he was a child, and he was criticized and educated by his elders; when a person grows up to do evil, it may be because he was indulged and pampered by his elders when he did bad things in the past.
What truly shapes a person is not the accumulation of countless small things, but a few specific event nodes.
Guilliman sincerely consulted the two fathers: "So I want to avoid experiencing important events in other times that may change me?"
Can you maintain yourself by pretending to be deaf and dumb at other times?
The God Emperor sighed softly: "This kind of thing cannot be avoided if you want to avoid it. You can only try to avoid it."
He is completely unavoidable.
His body is filled with mixed beliefs, and these beliefs are full of desires. Once he ascends to the God of Corrosion and Destruction, he will be manipulated by these beliefs and eventually become the evil god that destroys everything.
"I understand." Guilliman nodded slowly, knowing what he was thinking.
The God-Emperor took a deep breath: "Let's start, I can't hold on any longer."
He raised his head and looked at the human empire.
With the help of the Primarchs brought by the Emperor, the 40K Human Empire regained its vitality. Not only did it kill Abaddon and most of the Daemon Primarchs, it also conquered the territory of the 30K period and cleared out Corruption of many planets.
People had smiles on their faces and the whole empire was alive with life.
It seems that as long as this momentum is maintained, the human empire will get better and better, but this is just a false story.
Now, this story has to come to an end.
"Let's begin." The Emperor nodded.
Guilliman whispered: "Let's begin."
They looked at each other.
The God Emperor suddenly showed a relieved smile and disappeared from the place.
The manor quickly collapsed, and the God-Emperor and Guilliman appeared in the chaotic subspace turbulence. They all looked up at the pale sun in the distance.
boom! ! !
The pale sun burned blazingly, and unprecedented terrifying fluctuations instantly shook the entire subspace.
The God Emperor has ascended!
The raging fire burns into the real space along the invisible thread of faith.
The devout believers of the God Emperor were the first to bear the brunt of it. The flames burned their souls. Without even a chance to react, they became the firewood for the God Emperor's ascension. They turned into black spiritual nourishment and fed back to the pale along the path of the burning flames. sun.
The Inquisitors screamed in despair in the flames, the Battle Sisters clawed at their bodies, the Custodes roared and turned into ashes, and the Astartes swung their chainswords wildly.
The stronger the human individual, the more painful it is.
Black psychic nourishment surged into the warp, and the pale sun turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In just a few seconds, all humans were reduced to ashes.
The prosperous human empire suddenly became lifeless. Only the tireless machinery was still working, making a monotonous and terrifying sound.
From this moment on, mankind is eliminated from the universe.
The pale sun became as dark as ink, exuding a strong sense of death. The power of destruction turned into invisible tentacles, reaching into every corner of infinite time and space, spreading ruthless destruction.
Tzeentch let out a sinister laugh that penetrated the soul, Slaanesh lifted the hem of endless joy, Nurgle raised the spoon stirring the plague, and Khorne let out a deafening roar.
The four evil gods held their welcome ceremony for the birth of the new god.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred.
In the subspace, a second black sun appeared out of thin air! (End of chapter)