Chapter 161 6, The Emperor's Victory

"There is no true God in this universe, and no will can override the will of mankind. Only the last stone of the last church, smashed against the last priest, can mankind move forward freely - and realize their status as the best to rule the galaxy. Manifest Destiny of the Race!”

In this spiritual realm shrouded in the dust of shattered dreams, Emperor and Emperor waged a decisive battle, and thousands of wills were divided into two distinct camps, fighting in ways that even the Primarchs could not understand.

Until the tall man in golden armor knocked down the last divine throne with the shield in his hand, until the girl holding the golden flame giant sword spoke their common oath.

It was only then that the war that had been going on for thousands of years in the Emperor's consciousness was announced, and the human side finally ushered in a stage of victory.

The three Primarchs watched this unfold.

All three of them, intentionally or unintentionally, added weight to the victory of the Emperor's humanity in this war.

The lion seemed to understand something and remained silent, watching everything happen without making any comment.

Guilliman was completely puzzled. He asked, hoping that his brothers could answer his doubts.

"Dukele, I still can't understand what is happening in front of us now. What does everything here mean?"

"You ask here? This is the realm of the spirit." Dukel replied, "This is a confrontation between the emperor's self-will, a war of abstract concepts. The reason why it looks like this in our eyes is that we To understand all of this, I created an image.”

"A battle between self-wills, but you really pierced our father's chest with your sword." Guilliman still couldn't understand, and he asked again.

Before Duker could answer him, the Lion took the lead and said, "Your Majesty's situation is different. The development of the state religion and the fanatical worship of mortals over the past ten thousand years have made the emperor's divine nature stronger and stronger. He needs a A force to tear apart this golden layer of illusory divinity. This is Dukel's mission. The Emperor has made a grand plan for his own ideals, and you and I have also played different roles in this. effect."

While the Lion King was speaking, he focused his gaze on Dukel's expression. After seeing the other party nod slightly, he showed an expression that was indeed the case.

As if a huge boulder had fallen from his heart, the lion's tense expression had obviously relaxed since he entered this spiritual realm.

"Leon, even you know what's going on here?!" Guilliman said in surprise, "My brothers, how much more are you hiding that I don't know?"

"Before these things actually happen, everything is just unfounded speculation." The lion spread his hands, showing a helpless expression.

Ever since they woke up, the emperor who sat on the Golden Throne was speechless, and his will was never revealed, and everything required them to guess.

Under such circumstances, who dares to swear that what he knows must be correct?

"Only relying on speculation, Dulquer dared to pierce the sword into the chest of the Eternal Emperor and perform witchcraft." Guilliman murmured. This was not a question, but a shock to the other party's courage.

"That's not witchcraft!" Duker retorted, "that's the power of the soul, the most noble power that can only be born from the purest will. It is the material of the spiritual world and the most manifestation of the noble will. entity!"

Duker patiently explained to his brothers the composition of the power of the mind.

The lion calmly turned his gaze to the side, and Guilliman had no intention of learning humbly.

Only now, after Duker and the Lion answered the question, did he vaguely understand that he seemed to have participated in the greatest event with the most ignorant attitude.

And, also achieved victory?

At this moment, he felt deeply that Terra had a trick, and he wanted to return to Macragge.

"Kids, you did a great job."

The embodiment of the Emperor's emotional will, the majestic and powerful man in golden armor suddenly appeared in front of the three Primarchs.

As the embodiment of sensibility, his eyes were filled with joy, and his words expressed his praise for the original body without hesitation.

Everything the three primarchs did after they woke up was seen by him, and his sons proved with facts that they were already the most powerful warriors in the empire, and they were the unobtainable pillars that helped mankind get out of the dark years.

The Emperor loved every human individual emotionally, but his feelings for the original body were slightly different after all.

The little girl who represented the ideal of the Emperor hid behind the man in golden armor, curiously examining the three Primarchs.

"This is what we should do, father." The Lion replied reservedly. As the eldest son, he has a sense of responsibility that other primarchs do not have. He always acts silently, but never asks for more. "Loyalty is the most important thing for a loyal person." Good reward.”

"Old man, it's time to step down from that damn throne." Compared with him, Duker seemed much more casual. The unique experience of the second son of the empire made him the one who least cared about the authority of the human emperor among the original bodies. ,

"How long do you want to rest? In this dark century where everyone is risking their lives, there are too many wars waiting for you. Magnus has been brought back by me, and you can join these wars at any time. "

Guilliman nodded in approval and agreed, "Yes, in the years since you took the throne, too many people have betrayed your ideals. In the wars that concern the survival of the race, countless mortals have shed their blood. The Empire needs your guidance, Your Majesty."

Guilliman's eyes showed some sadness. After he woke up and learned about the chaos of the Empire, the burden of responsibility was like a mountain pressing on his shoulders, making him breathless.

He knew that he had no ability to solve all this, but for the common ideal, he could only hold on.

Perhaps only when the Emperor returns can all problems be solved.

"Hope never disappears." The Emperor looked at Guilliman with his sentimental side, "Humanity has experienced darker times than now, but it has never been truly defeated."

The Emperor then looked at Dukel with an apologetic look in his eyes, "When the Webway Project is completely declared a failure, humans will no longer be able to escape the Warp in a short period of time. Someone must stay in the Warp to fight those dark beings."

"Watching over the future of mankind on this creation of the dark technological age is my mission that cannot be shirked."

--"And you, Dukel, you also have your mission. Go, child, in the world of "I will once again become the warmaster of the empire under the attention of the people, and continue this unfinished expedition as I did ten thousand years ago."

"And I will also declare war on those dark beings who claim to be gods in the spiritual realm."

"Let us jointly start the second great expedition and subvert the dark age again. Let us fight side by side in the spiritual realm and material space to complete our unfinished ideals until we defeat all enemies, until mankind is revived again and realizes their destiny as the best race to rule the galaxy!"

When the lion heard the word "warmaster", he sighed slightly in his heart, but he was not too lonely.

The lion king was not obsessed with the false name of the warmaster as outsiders speculated. He was not greedy for the power and status of the position of warmaster. The reason he fought for it was just to gain the recognition of the emperor.

When the emperor said the last sentence, the entire spiritual world became illusory and blurred.

The moment before the spiritual world completely disappeared from their eyes, the lion king saw the emperor's encouraging eyes, which was exactly what he hoped for.

Inside the throne hall in the real universe.

At the edge of the psychic storm, Valdor anxiously watched everything that happened on the throne. Although he was seriously injured and on the verge of falling, his will was still squeezing his body, forcing him to witness the final result of this atrocity with his own eyes.

He couldn't understand why the two Primarchs also stagnated in place after touching the cloak of the second Primarch. But he knew that this situation could not continue forever.

Finally, his wait paid off. The Primarchs who had been stagnant in his sight for a long time finally took the next step.

He saw that Guilliman and Lion loosened their hands holding Duker's cloak as soon as they regained consciousness.

Then he saw that the Primarch who had stabbed the sword into the Emperor's chest slowly pulled out his murder weapon from the horrific wound.

This atrocity made Valdor furious. He felt the blade being pulled away, and every inch of the blade was like cutting his heart, making him feel like a knife was cutting his heart.

"Why! Why do you treat your biological father like this?!"

The commander of the imperial guards loudly questioned the murderer.

At the same time, he couldn't understand why Guilliman and Lion allowed the evil to happen in front of their eyes.

But the three primarchs ignored him.

"Duke, are you sure this wound can still heal?"

Guilliman looked at the scar that he couldn't bear to look at, and couldn't help asking.

In the wound that penetrated the Emperor's body, there flowed a thick golden flame like blood, and a spiritual power that was so strong that it was visible to the naked eye. These were almost the two most powerful powers he had ever seen.

He had no doubt that once this power lost its restraint at this time, it would instantly destroy the entire Terra, and even the entire Terra galaxy.

This was thousands of times more serious than the sword that Fulgrim stabbed into his neck, so he was more worried that this would leave the Emperor with a wound that would never heal.

"Of course." Duker pulled out the sword that made him feel extremely heavy from the Emperor's wound, and looked at Aisha who was wearing a veil.

"Aisha, start the treatment plan."

"Alien, can you take your dirty claws off His Majesty's body!" Hearing Duker's voice, Leon noticed the alien fingers on the Emperor's skin again. This made him furious.

"Are you sure you want to do this, even if it will make your Majesty die completely?" Leon's disgusted look made Aisha very uncomfortable, so she asked back without any hesitation.

The lion kept silent.

"Your Highness, which treatment plan should I start?" Aisha asked Duker.

"Twenty-two."

After hearing the answer of the Primarch, the eyes of the Goddess of Life burst into surprise. Among all the preparatory plans, number twenty-two is the most perfect result.

This means that the human emperor has the possibility of being completely cured. Human beings and even the creatures of the entire universe no longer have to worry about the terrifying existence waking up from the throne and destroying all creatures in the universe.

At this moment, Dukel finally pulled the extremely heavy sword out of the Emperor's wound.

The violent psychic storm subsided.

Then, a real miracle happened in front of everyone's eyes.

Endless vitality was injected into the body of the Eternal Emperor, and the horrific wounds slowly healed, and then,

boom!

The first faint heartbeat sounded from the Emperor's shriveled corpse.

Naturally, this cannot be hidden from anyone present. Even Waldo, who is a member of the Forbidden Army, is still an existence that is difficult for mortals to reach. This weak heartbeat was so clear in the ears of the original body and the Imperial Army at this moment, like thunder, making their minds go blank and deafening.

Endless life flows, and the heartbeat inside the shriveled corpse gradually becomes more powerful. Then came the sounds of blood flowing, pulse beating, and muscle texture rubbing together.

Every sound within the Emperor's corpse was like the most beautiful piece of music in the galaxy, captured by pairs of extraordinary ears without missing a beat.

The anger in Waldo's heart had long since dissipated, and he was extremely shocked as he watched the miracle happening in front of him.

As if going back in time, lush hair grew on the Emperor's pale scalp, and his withered body gradually became plump and plump. Under the influence of the divine power of life, all traces of the Emperor's past conquests were healed together.

Until the endless golden light emerged, announcing the resurrection of the human emperor.

The Emperor of Mankind once again sat on his throne in an extremely vivid manner.

Duker watched this scene happen, but completely different emotions surged in his heart.

The Emperor could have stepped down at any time from the technological creature that had tortured him for millennia.

But for the sake of the survival of mankind, he resolutely chose to sacrifice himself and stay on the cruelest torture device in the galaxy.

He will fight in the spiritual realm and become mankind's loneliest watchman.

He will declare war on the dark gods in the realm of chaos in full glory and participate in the endless war.

Life is the Emperor's currency, the currency by which humanity's survival is purchased.

The largest denomination among these currencies is the Emperor himself.

"Perhaps a talking device could be installed on the Golden Throne?"

Duker looked at the resurrected Emperor and thought in his heart.

The speaking machine may not alleviate the pain suffered by the Emperor, but it can allow his will to be communicated freely.

Although Duker was in the spiritual realm of the Emperor, he destroyed many divine Golden Thrones and absorbed a massive amount of original origin.

But the loss of these energy is negligible to the emperor. The power carried in his will is still not something that mortals can bear.

If he remembered correctly, the prototype of the Golden Throne Talker was stored under the palace.

Even if he didn't, it didn't matter. With his current accumulation and calculation power, it wouldn't be difficult to make a speaking device for the emperor.

Just as he was thinking,

"Plop——"

After the Emperor was completely healed, Elsa lost strength and fell to the side of the Golden Throne due to excessive wear and tear.

The burden of this loss was no lighter than the heavy punch that Duker had given her. It looked like she needed to rest for a long time.

He came back to his senses at the sound of the goddess falling.

Dukel picked her up and carried her on his shoulders.

"What needs to be done is done. I'm going back to the Fire of the Heart. Terra's Administrative Department is still reviewing and approving my fleet."

The Emperor was perfectly cured, and the greatest hidden danger to the Human Empire was completely eliminated. Dukel couldn't help but smile at ease as he bid farewell to his brothers.

Watching the Second Primarch stride down from the throne.

Waldo, the commander of the Forbidden Army, looked confused and was stunned for a moment.

He didn't know whether he should stop the other party from leaving.

The other party pierced the emperor's chest, this was a fact. But the other party saved the emperor again, which is also true.

Fortunately, just before he made a decision,

"Wait, Dukel." Guilliman said in front of the throne.

"The celebration of your taking over as Warmaster will be today in the next month of Terra. How about that?"

The Imperial Regent asked for his opinion.

"Okay." Duker didn't care when the celebration would be held. After casually agreeing, he continued to the regent,

"About taking over as War Commander, don't publicize it for the time being."

"What do you mean?" Guilliman quickly figured out why the other party did this.

Duker wants to wipe out all those corrupt dignitaries before taking over as Warmaster!

Once the news of his succession as Warmaster is spread, those powerful people will no longer leave any excuses, and they will never dare to challenge the majesty of the Second Primarch.

Power comes from violence. There may not be good people among those powerful, but there will never be fools.

"Brother, I think the celebration of succeeding the Warmaster is more important." Guilliman reluctantly persuaded,

"The start of the second great expedition will bring the greatest confidence and hope to the people. In comparison, those rotten maggots are insignificant."

Guilliman feared that Dulquer would spend too much time clearing out the powerful, thus delaying the celebration.

"Don't worry, the celebration will go on as scheduled."

Duker was unfazed by this;

"It's just some moths. They can be killed in a few days. How long do you expect a group of mortals to play with me?"

After finishing speaking, he walked past Waldo and walked towards the outside of the palace.

"I hope so."

Guilliman looked at the opponent's back, but in the end he said nothing more.

Then he and the Lion King also walked past the imperial soldiers who came after hearing the news, and left the emperor's palace.

At this moment, only the commander of the Imperial Guard, Valdor, stood there in a daze.

Huh?

The Second Primarch assassinated the Emperor, but not only was he not punished, he was also promoted?

He will succeed the Warmaster on this day next month?

Valdor's mind was in a mess.