Chapter 315: The Rise of the Primarch: The "God" Emperor

"Long time no see, Vito."

The psychic voice sounded directly in Vito's mind, and the vibrating sound was like a sandstorm blowing from his mind. Vito looked at the person sitting on the golden throne. He just sat there, his mouth could no longer open, and he was forced to use his powerful psychic power to communicate.

Yes, the Emperor can still speak. It's not that he can't speak or he doesn't want to, but because of the way he speaks now, he probably has to shock the whole world of high lords to death with one word. Not to mention mortals, it is estimated that the Space Marines and the Guards will not be able to live to hear the Emperor finish his words.

But there are also people who can do it, such as the powerful Primarchs, and the ancient immortals who are now standing in front of the throne. In addition to the Emperor, the most powerful psychic in the galaxy now, Vito Constantine.

Vito looked at the Emperor on the throne. He had seen many portraits and sculptures of the Emperor, but when he really stood in front of his old friend again after ten thousand years, he knew why the traitors called him the Corpse Emperor.

There was not much left of the Emperor's body. The remaining flesh and blood had long been shriveled, and the wrinkled skin had become a rag stuck to the skeleton. The Emperor's face had completely turned into a skeleton, and a covering mechanical eye was fixed and implanted on the right eye, and the flashing red light kept flashing on the mechanical eyeball.

Vito was not sure whether he would use that eye to observe the world, because he looked like a corpse in the literal sense. The eyes, nostrils, and everything in the mouth had disappeared, leaving only a pale skull on the head covered with wrinkled skin.

There was still some flesh and blood on his chest, and the huge wound was still left in the middle of the skin that was completely stuck to the ribs. The huge crack from the center of the chest to the waist was sutured as much as possible. It was the scar left by Horus, and it was that wound that allowed him to sit on the eternal golden throne.

Perhaps it was due to the power of the Four Gods. The wound seemed to never heal, and there would be some blood and flesh left to tear the crack. Even if the emperor's whole body was already withered, the wound on his chest still had fresh flesh and blood. It was a wound that was always flowing with blood.

Vito looked at the wound. A hose was inserted there, sucking the unnatural blood into the pipe, and then passing through the blood pressure pump connected to the side of the golden throne, and then re-passing through the blood injection blood vessels inserted between the emperor's ribs into the emperor's body.

Vito didn't know what the meaning of circulating blood was. The emperor's body had turned into a mummy after millions of years of spiritual energy burning. The countless energy pipes inserted behind the golden throne had been extracting the emperor's spiritual energy from his body day and night for thousands of years, and then transporting it to the Star Torch through the huge pipes winding around the throne and a large number of transfer equipment, which had kept the lighthouse burning.

Vito looked at his old friend, the one he hated the most but also cherished the most. He was the only friend who could truly be said to have accompanied him throughout his life. He had known him since he was still called by the name he had long forgotten. From the ancient days of civilization to the dark galaxy today, they were the only ones left who truly became friends with each other.

So when Vito saw him, the zombie sitting on the throne, his heart couldn't help but ache. Slaanesh had told him that the throne was an eternal torture. Vito didn't know what that meant at first, but now he knew.

Vito looked at the Emperor's shriveled body and the exposed bones in it and sighed, "Hello, old bastard, you're so ugly."

The Emperor's laughter echoed in his mind in a low and hoarse voice. At the same time, the golden door behind Vito closed, and the magnificent giant door closed again, leaving only him and the Emperor in the throne room. The two people, the last guardians of human civilization, stayed in front of the golden throne.

"We haven't seen each other for a long time, old friend. We haven't had such a direct conversation for a long time. I'm glad you're finally here."

"I don't want to come here. You look like this now. You can scare children to tears. Every time I see your statues and portraits, I feel that the current imperial aesthetic standards are really despairing. Since you think your appearance is a kind of "beauty"."

Vito pointed at the emperor's upper and lower body and laughed. He didn't have any awe that normally came to the Golden Throne. He looked more like a neighbor who came to visit. He came to an old friend's house to eat and drink, and by the way, he had a quarrel with him.

"Speaking of which, can you hear me talking? You know, you may be missing something called ears on your head." Vito fiddled with his ears with his fingers, then pointed at the emperor's bald head and said with a smile. That head was really bald in the literal sense. After all, it was a skull, which was very smooth.

"Yes, I can use psychic power to capture your voice, and then what are you doing?"

The Emperor stopped talking halfway, because Vito was gently fiddling with the red silk covering the Emperor's lower body with his fingers. The gorgeous silk floated up under the pull of psychic power, exposing the Emperor's lower body to the light.

"Wow, your thing is really small." Vito rested his palm on his chin, and with his other hand, he used two fingers to measure the size of the Emperor's thing from a distance, and then he showed his undisguised gloating, "You are so big, but your thing is so bad, did you do that?"

"I am now a mummy in biological terms, Vito."

"But your things are really small and wrinkled. I really regret that I didn't bring a camera. Otherwise, I would have taken pictures and sold them to the Sisters of Battle. I would have sent them."

Vito continued to raise the silk with a look of gloating, but soon the Emperor used spiritual power to interrupt it, and the silk fell back to where it should have been, covering the silk that made Vito look at it haha s things.

"Seriously, can you still feel the itch? I heard that Nurgle had some kind of phantom itch virus, and he planned to throw it at you to make you itch all over, but he couldn't scratch it to torture you."

Vito smiled and wiped a tear from the corner of his eyes. He walked around the throne room with his hands behind his back. He looked at all the glittering gold around him with a disgusted expression, "Hey, it's local gold again, you are like this." Tasteless old bacon.”

"Old Bacon?"

"Look at you, your smooth flesh sticks to your bones, aren't you a bacon? I remember it was Tzeentch who first called you that. They didn't want to call you by your name, so they tried to give you all kinds of fun names. pronoun, I have to say that those four guys are no different from children sometimes."

"We are all similar, old friend, what is the difference between the so-called gods and humans? They are born from our emotions and thoughts, and what is the difference between them and us? I believe you are more knowledgeable about this than me. Clear, how are you and Lilith?"

"You're not going to criticize my love life, are you? I'm here to save the world, not to listen to you." Vito walked to a long row of instruments under the high wall on one side. He looked at the equipment in front of him. The complex instrument terminals displayed one after another in front of them, the screens overlapped one by one, and their ends were connected to the densely packed pipelines surrounding the throne.

"I did tell you not to hang out with the sisters of Slaanesh, but I also know that you won't listen. You haven't changed over the years. You are arrogant and have no scruples in doing things. You are an idiot who doesn't think about the consequences. ”

"Glad you realize that, old coot."

Sure enough, as long as Vito and the Emperor stayed together, they would exchange words within five sentences, but neither of them would feel unhappy about it. In fact, the Emperor actually laughed, and the psychic laughter shook Vito's mind. It was as if he was caught in a desert sandstorm.

"You're laughing your ass off, you old man. Talking to you feels like a sandstorm blowing in my head. When you laugh, it turns into a Category 10 typhoon." Vito rubbed his ears with one hand, and started to move his hands in front of him with the other hand. The meter clicked.

"They all say that you are called the Corpse Emperor. The Human Empire worships a mute corpse. The Adeptus Mechanicus uses the dark age technology of the Golden Throne to barely maintain you in the moment of immortality. There are also rumors that the Golden Throne It has been damaged over thousands of years and is about to become paralyzed.”

As Vito spoke, he clicked on the screen in front of him. A series of garbled codes appeared on the flickering screen. The computing array that appeared and collapsed rapidly appeared alternately on the screen, just like the nerves of a man who fell into madness. General.

"And it seems that the rumor is not groundless, so you are almost dead, right?"

Vito smiled and clicked on the screen in front of him. As his fingers clicked, each chaotic garbled code collapsed faster, and soon turned into a completely fragmented information flow.

"I recommend cremation, and then give your ashes a romantic empty burial. I will fly the Skyhawk to scatter you in the sky of Terra and let the ashes fly in the wind. This way you don't have to buy a cemetery. The land price of Terra is yours." I don’t know how expensive it is, but I can’t afford a pit as big as yours.”

"Hahaha, don't worry, my old friend, you know when I die I will come back to life."

"Yes, I know you will be resurrected like Vulkan. There are many ways to kill you idiot, but there is a question. Will you still be you after resurrection? You know, I like to tell riddles. And the dumb Middle Eastern shaman who doesn’t speak human words.”

The Supreme Marshal smiled and raised his finger and pointed at the Emperor behind him with his thumb. The series of actions he just performed would probably have been blown to pieces by the Imperial Army's bolters dozens of times by anyone else, but Vito obviously didn't Yes, he was having a "normal" chat with the emperor.

"Some people say that after your death, you will become the fifth evil god and destroy all mankind, so will you? If so, I suggest starting from the Storm Galaxy. I was cheated by someone when I was playing cards last time, and I am worried about finding out. Where is that idiot? If you don't mind, help me kill all the people there. Anyway, the guys there are very cunning. "

"Well, in your past, in ancient Terra, there was a word called Hell Joke?"

"Remember, what happened?"

"You're telling hell jokes now, old idiot."

Both of them laughed. Vito chuckled and rubbed his temples with his palms. The emperor's laughter made his brain hurt. "So, what will you become, you idiot? God?"

"The question is, what is a god? Do you have unparalleled power? Are you a god?"

"I don't know. Anyway, the children of the Inquisition, the Assassin's Court, and the Astra Militarum regard me as a god. It's embarrassing. Now I know why you hated being treated as a god. And, don't tell me riddles. I But I’m warning you, you can’t move now, I can do whatever I want with you.”

Vito snapped his fingers as he spoke, and golden lightning instantly rose into the sky, lighting up the throne room and the shadows within the Emperor's exposed white frame.

"Well, the answer is, I don't know. I don't know what I will become after I die. I don't know whether I am a god or a human being. But there is only one thing that is certain."

"What?"

"When I die and resurrect, the final moment will come, and I will return with more power than ever before. Although I don't want to admit it, the prayers of the believers of the state religion for thousands of years are in the subspace. It stirred up huge waves, and the power of faith made me stronger than ever.”

"When I return from resurrection, I can use that power to destroy Chaos, end all chaos in this dark galaxy, bring peace and prosperity back to mankind, and allow our people to re-enter a great era, an era that is long overdue. The time has come.”

"Then why haven't you done that all this time? Old bastard, you've been sitting in this damn place for ten thousand years, and you have to burn a thousand psykers every day to give your shitty chair the function, and then you go and put that Super Galaxy on your head The flashlight is on, why are you sitting here?"

Vito continued to click on the screen in front of him as he spoke, as if he was just chatting. The two of them were like this. While scolding and teasing each other, they said things that would definitely be considered big things by normal people. No, they might not even be able to summarize them. those things.

"Because I am waiting for an opportunity, that time has not yet come, that fate has been suspended for ten thousand years, and now it is finally moving, because of your actions, old friend."

"My action? You mean I picked up your little angel? By the way, your girl is awesome." Vito turned around and gave a thumbs up to the Emperor, who was struck by his usual abnormality and I was amused by the wrangling.

"No, it's not your behavior of picking up girls. Although I don't want to admit it, you kept picking up girls. Now that you picked up Guilliman, the child finally woke up. When he woke up from his eternal sleep, the destiny The clock is turning, and my plan and the moment are coming."

"What you said sounds like a prisoner who has been locked up for ten thousand years and suddenly found a file." Vito said unceremoniously as he looked at the old bacon with his arms folded.

"The stalemate of ten thousand years has finally been broken. With the return of Guilliman, the empire will resume operation after ten thousand years of stagnation. Belisarius Caul will reinject technology and progress into the engine of the empire. Then The chess game that had been suspended for a long time is finally alive again, and our plan can continue. "

"Our plan? How come I didn't know we had a plan?" Vito shrugged, not hiding his dissatisfaction with the Emperor at all. This guy is still this virtuous after ten thousand years. Everyone and everything is up to him. There were only countless opportunities in his eyes, and he didn't even feel any joy as a father about his son's awakening.

It was just a craftsman who saw his most useful tool being dug out again. He has always been like this, and it has never changed from ten thousand years ago to the present. He may even be confused now because of his divinity of "protecting all mankind" Even more crazy.

"As Guilliman leads the Imperium in continuing its war against Chaos, I want you to retrieve the other Primarchs, bring them all back to the Imperium, return them to their place, encourage and supervise them in their respective duties, When all the Primarchs return, I will be free from the shackles of the throne, and they will fight against the surging wave of destruction after I break free from the throne until I return from the resurrection to end everything."

"They can't stop it. Even if all the Primarchs come back, the Astartes warriors and all humans with them can't stop the unbridled subspace storm after the collapse of the Webway exit. The rift will directly A new Eye of Terror was torn open in the heart of Terra, the Imperium, and the forces of Chaos would invade the physical universe without restraint."

Vito frowned and responded in a low voice. He looked at the emperor in front of him, the emotionless emperor sitting on the golden throne. He responded to Vito with a voice that was almost rational and cold.

"But their deaths will buy me time. The deaths of the Primarchs and the Astartes will buy enough time for my return and final counterattack. This is their meaning."

"Do you want to sacrifice them, as well as the vast majority of humanity, the fellow humans you say you want to fight for the future for, for your resurrection time?"

"The death of an individual is certainly worth mourning, but even if only 10% of humanity survives, human civilization can be rebuilt in the new universe. Our race will definitely continue and develop. This is what we have to do. everything."

Vito frowned and looked at the emperor in front of him, who continued to answer Vito in a cold and emotionless voice, "This is the only way. I have thought about it tens of millions of times in the past ten thousand years." This is the only possibility that can truly end all threats."

"Just imagine, old friend, when I return, we will work together to end the threat of thousands of years. Chaos and the alien threat will be completely wiped out. Humanity will truly rule the galaxy. Under our protection, our civilization will surpass gold. Era, reaching an even more unparalleled peak, even the darkness outside the system will succumb to human beings."

"Isn't that what you and I have been pursuing? Everything we have pursued for fifty thousand years has allowed our compatriots to ascend, step onto the ladder of the greatest civilization, and become the most prosperous and immortal existence among thousands of stars."

"But the price is that half or more of the people will die in the chaotic frenzy you speak of, and your sons, if you really regard them as your sons, old bacon, they and their heirs will also be there. Died together with countless fellow humans in the frenzy!”

Vito suddenly roared, and lightning suddenly jumped up from his body. The golden thunder bombarded the ceiling of the palace. Countless lightning exploded from Vito's body instantly, and the golden lightning bounced around him. He glared at the emperor in front of him and fired a giant lightning bolt with a wave of his backhand.

The lightning struck the Emperor, but was almost immediately blocked in front of his mummy. The Emperor's psychic power refracted the lightning. Vito watched as the lightning flew out and struck the wall. He stepped on the ground suddenly, and then fired a second lightning with a palm. The roaring arc instantly bombarded the shield in front of the emperor, and the golden lightning exploded and bombarded everything around the throne.

Each machine exploded and disintegrated under the bombardment of golden lightning. Broken glass and steel fragments flew everywhere. A large piece of it flew directly towards Vito's head, but Vito raised his hand and hit it in mid-air. He took control, and then slammed towards the emperor.

The metal debris hit the shield in front of the emperor, and was instantly ejected and hit the ground at Vito's feet. However, Vito did not pay any attention to the debris that almost hit him, but raised his finger to point. Looking at the emperor in front of him, countless lightnings burst out from his angry eyes.

"You are the most fucking bastard that has ever been born in all mankind! You have to sacrifice more than half of humanity for your goal of "great rise", and I think even if you can only survive ten Would you do the same thing to someone else? You treat everyone as a tool, a group of tools that can be sacrificed and discarded at any time!”

"Each of us has our own place, my old friend, and this is the only way to break the situation."

"Fuck you! What about you? You are the only one who is not a tool, right? You treat me as a tool, and you are the only player in this "great game", right?! Only you are qualified to live until then , live until the end, and then find a **** garden world to retire and retire under the stars!”

Vito roared, and his roar was accompanied by countless lightning leaps. Golden arcs bombarded the ceiling above his head. Countless gravel and bricks fell one after another with the bombardment of lightning, hitting huge fragments on the ground. A huge amount of dust and dust was raised.

Vito's hands suddenly raised, and the psychic power instantly grabbed several boulders and threw them at the Emperor, but the latter immediately shattered the stones with psychic power, and hit the emperor with a backhand psychic blow. Vito flies out.

"No! I said, each of us has our own place. If the future of mankind requires me to sacrifice myself, I will do it! I have sacrificed others, and I will not be afraid of my own death, if that is necessary if."

"You're such a fucking old bastard!" Vito cursed and got up from the ground. He pushed himself up from a pile of rubble. His hair was covered with fragments of dust that fell from the ceiling of the throne room. Vito lifted up With his dusty head, he looked at the psychic zombie on the throne. There were blazing psychic flames all around him, and the light distorted the space structure around the throne.

His psychic power was stronger than ever before, more than a million times stronger than before he sat on the throne. Vito frowned as he looked at the burning psychic flames. From Vito's perspective, , the "man" on the throne doesn't look like a "person" at all, but a real god, a god without a little bit of humanity.

After a moment of silence, he cursed and stood up from the rubble, "You old bastard, I really want to kill you, if I can."

"Perhaps one day you will, old friend, but not now. I have told you my plan and I want you to follow everything I tell you to retrieve all the Primarchs. The choice is yours, my friend. , the future selector of mankind is always in your hands, you may or may not do it, but now, you have something to do.”

"You didn't come here to fight with me, right? We demolished most of the throne room. Now, it's your turn to do what you should do."

Vito watched as the Emperor was silent for a moment and then patted the dust off his head. The gray dust scattered from his head as he patted it, like a gray snowflake. "I want to dissolve the Council of High Lords and take over Terra." For defense, the Council of Thirteen you established back then has turned into a greedy, corrupt and useless existence. I will disband them, but you established the Council of High Lords after all, so I am here to ask for your consent."

"They were indeed founded by me, but I also clearly handed over the power of the Imperial Regent to you back then. My friend, when I was unable to walk on earth, you had full authority to act on my behalf. That was the case then and it is now. So do what you think is right."

"In addition, connect Helen to Terra's defense system. You will need her help. I will use prophecy perception to order Trajan to obey you. He will take you to the system control room in the palace."

"I thought you didn't like Helen or any artificial intelligence, so you explicitly prohibited the Mechanicus from contacting any technology related to artificial intelligence. Now you suddenly think about it?"

"No, it's not. I'm still against artificial intelligence, but as I just told you, when the future of mankind requires me to compromise and sacrifice, I will do so, and now is the case. Before all plans come to an end, mankind needs Terra, needs me to sit on the throne and burn the Star Torch and suppress the Webway, then I will do my best to save Terra."

"So go ahead, connect your girl to Terra's system, and do what you think you should do."

"You just told me your crazy plan, and we had a fight and demolished half of the throne room. I almost wanted to kill you, and then you took over the entire Terra. You gave it all to me? And let Helen access the system. You know if I order her to seize all the rights of Terra and then lock you, an old man, here forever, no one can stop me from doing that. "

"I believe in my choice back then, and I still believe in you now, my friend, do everything you think is right."

The Emperor looked at himself with his eyeless eye sockets, and the immortal psychic zombie looked at Vito in front of him, who also stood in front of the throne and looked up at the giant that looked like a dead tree. After they stared at each other for a while, Vito sighed for a long time, then turned and looked at the golden gate behind him.

"Every time we meet, we have to save all mankind and the world together, and there are also arguments and a high probability of fighting. It seems that this time is the same, but it's a little different. This time I'm going alone."

Vito said as he walked towards the gate. He stepped over the wreckage they had beaten and walked towards the direction of the golden gate, but as soon as Vito stepped into the range of the rubble, the Emperor's voice sounded in his mind again.

"No, I will still walk with you. We will continue to protect humanity together in another way."

The Emperor said, and he suddenly opened the wall on one side of the throne with his psychic power. A weapon rack suddenly opened on the closed wall, and a golden armor stood firmly in it, a wearable power armor prepared for mortals.

Vito looked at the armor, looking at the golden power armor with a huge power claw on the right arm. He knew the power armor and recognized who it once belonged to almost at a glance.

"This is not"

"I ordered the craftsmen of the Golden Tower to recast my power armor and transform it into a model that can be worn by mortals. I will give it to you, my old friend. Wear it and it will give you undisputed supreme power. When you wear it, no one in the entire empire will doubt that you can exercise the power of the emperor on my behalf."

Vito looked at the armor and the several servo skulls that flew out from the broken ceiling above his head. They were suspended around the armor with mechanical arms and a full set of assembly tools hanging below them. They were waiting for Vito, waiting for him to put on the armor.

"You" Vito said and looked at the emperor, who smiled softly, and the palm that had become like a dead tree was raised under the effect of psychic energy. The palm stretched out to the armrest of the throne with difficulty, pointing to the golden power armor.

"Let it go with you on my behalf, my friend."

Vito looked up at the Emperor, then tilted his head slightly to look at the power armor. After a moment of silence, a helpless smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "You old bacon."

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Turazhen was standing outside the Gate of the End. He stood on the steps and looked down at the Imperial Guards below. He raised his head slightly and looked down at all the golden armored warriors standing here. He was proud in his heart. Soon they could follow the Supreme Marshal and step into the battlefield of glory like the legendary Imperial Guards predecessors.

He imagined that the person who once stood beside Vito like himself and commanded the Imperial Guards for him was Commander Valdo. Trazhen's heart couldn't help but tremble slightly with pride.

At the same time, the door behind Trazhen slowly reopened. The magnificent golden giant door slowly opened with the sound of heavy mechanical rotation, and the rumbling transmission structure resounded throughout the hall.

"Marshal, we are waiting for you." Trajan turned his head and looked at the person behind him, but his words stopped the moment he saw him. Trajan looked at the golden iron boots that stepped out of the gate. The golden armor shone under the light, and the Emperor's own eagle symbol shone brightly under the light.

Vito, wearing golden power armor, walked out of the throne room. He stepped on the edge of the stairs and looked at Trajan beside him. There was a sun-like halo behind his head, and a flying eagle sculpture spread its wings behind the golden sun.

"Emperor?" A soldier of the attendant army behind Trajan said in surprise. He looked at Vito standing in front of the gate from behind the commander. There was a dazzling light in his eyes. He looked almost exactly like the Emperor now. When he stood in front of the Gate of the End in the power armor, it was as if the Emperor himself stood up and walked out of the gate.

Vito looked at Trajan, who was shocked beside him, and then looked at the soldiers of the Imperial Guards below. The attendants standing on the stairs all turned around and looked at Vito at the top of the stairs. All the Imperial Guards on both sides of the long road of salvation in the entire hall looked up at the top of the stairs. Vito, wearing golden armor, looked down at the soldiers below with the sun shining behind his head.

Vito slowly raised his arm, and the huge power armor shone like a holy sword piercing the sky as Vito raised his fingers one by one.

Instantly, all the guards knelt down. Trajan led the surrounding attendants to kneel down on one knee. All the guards who followed the steps down knelt down on one knee in front of Vito. From the end of the stairs, all the guards who extended all the way to the end of the road of salvation knelt down.

Vito looked at the kneeling guards in the hall below. He slowly put down his power claws. He looked at the huge power claw gloves with sharp claws in his hands and raised his head with a golden halo.

"Let's get started."