Chapter 494
Just a second before the Imperial Regent was about to step into the light door, an invisible wave suddenly filled the air. That was the Emperor's voice. It was like the sound of nature, gently but firmly transmitted into the Imperial Regent's voice. in the ears.
"My loyal regent, you are about to embark on a new journey, but no matter where you are, don't forget that the future of the empire is in your hands. Protecting it is like protecting your and my soul." Emperor The emperor's voice was low and powerful, full of trust and expectation for the imperial regent. "Remember, my child, in this vast land of the empire, as the regent, you shoulder a heavy historical mission. You must always remain vigilant, especially in this changing era, be careful of those who lurk in the shadows. Among them, there is a conspiracy as cunning as Tzeentch.
Those conspiracies are like undercurrents lurking in the deep sea, which may surge out at any time and push you into an abyss of eternal destruction. In Game of Thrones, every force is looking for weaknesses and trying to drag its opponents into the quagmire. Therefore, you must exercise your wisdom and discern people's hearts to prevent you from unknowingly falling into other people's traps.
Remember, in the long history of history, countless heroes and heroes have suffered fatal blows due to momentary negligence. As the regent of the empire, you are responsible for the future of the entire country and cannot afford to lose anything. In a palace where intrigues and intrigues are intertwined, you have to walk on thin ice and keep a clear mind at all times in order to be firmly on the winning side in this game of power. ""
The Emperor's deep and mysterious warnings, like ancient echoes, stirred up ripples in the hearts of the Imperial Regents, filling them with doubts and confusion. However, the development of the situation no longer allowed him to spend time to explore in detail. At this critical moment, the crack leading to the physical universe was like a deep black hole, mercilessly swallowing the body of the imperial regent. With a flash of colorful light, the Imperial Regent seemed to have traveled through the boundaries of time and space. When he opened his eyes again, he found that he had returned to the command module of the Heart of Terra. The surrounding instruments and screens shone with a familiar light, as if everything just now was just a dream.
At the turning point of that era, in the cold and high sky, human rulers and corrupt gods launched a war that shocked the past and the present. This war was a fierce conflict between the God-Emperor and his loving father. Their confrontation made the already turbulent sea of souls become even more turbulent and dangerous, making it difficult for people to find a peaceful paradise.
In that icy sky, the Lord of Mankind waved his scepter, challenging the dark power of the corrupt god with endless determination and courage. The God of Corruption, relying on his evil power, tries to corrupt all justice and light. The forces of both sides collided in the supreme sky, causing a strange phenomenon in the heaven and earth, making the entire universe tremble.
The war between the God-Emperor and his loving father is not only a battle of strength, but also a duel of beliefs and values. Their conflict made the already turbulent sea of souls more dangerous, as if every jumping soul was looking for support, but lost its way in fear.
This war not only affected the order of the Supreme Heaven, but also caused huge waves in the sea of souls. Countless creatures lost their peace in this war. They struggled in the sea of souls, longing to find a peaceful place of their own. However, the cruelty and ruthlessness of the war forced them to float in the waves.
Boundless golden spiritual energy spreads like a dazzling galaxy from the Emperor's mysterious divine realm. Guided by the Emperor's unwavering will, they spread slowly like gentle ripples. In this space full of divine power, the cold sun hanging above the realm of gods is like a huge meteorite that has lost its original orbit and is falling slowly and heavily. Finally, driven by this invisible force, it cut through the night sky like a meteor and fell straight into Nurgle's garden full of plague and death. The garden was suddenly illuminated by golden light, and under this sacred light, the haze of the plague seemed to be temporarily dispelled, revealing a glimmer of life.
The blazing golden flame was like a wildly dancing dragon, sweeping through every corner of the garden in an instant. Countless Nurglings of various shapes, as well as those who were loyal to their loving father, twisted and struggled painfully in the blazing golden sea of fire. They let out heart-rending wails, and the sounds echoed in the air. It's chilling.
The flames were like purgatory fire, mercilessly devouring everything and instantly turning the greenery in the garden to ashes. In this ruthless heat wave, the Nurglings' skin and flesh were scorched and in agony; the loving father's relatives also lost their former peace and tranquility in this golden flame, leaving only despair and fear. Their wailing sounds converged into a sad melody that lingered in the air for a long time, seeming to accuse this sudden disaster. In that dark secret room, the generous father's eyes widened with anger, and his voice echoed in the small space like thunder: "Cursed one, you dare to offend the power of God, you will be punished for your transgression. Pay a heavy price!" His roar was filled with uncontrollable anger, and every word seemed to accuse the unscrupulous descendant who dared to challenge authority.
The mysterious scepter, interwoven with fungi and decaying dead wood, suddenly burst into an unsettling green light. The light was like a ghost fire in the netherworld, flickering with a strange and evil brilliance, as if silently telling an ancient and forbidden secret. In this fatherly natural world, the sudden anger made the physical universe seem to fission in an instant, giving birth to hundreds of unprecedented terrible plagues. These plagues are like released demons, carrying the breath of death, wreaking havoc in the world, making people feel terrified.
When the power of plague and virus ravaged the world, they seemed omnipotent, bringing endless panic and death. However, in front of this evil force, the Lord of Mankind ignited the flame, which was a blazing imperial fire, as dazzling as the sun, full of endless power and majesty. Under the illumination of this blazing flame, the plague power of Nurgle seemed to have met its nemesis. They seemed to be driven by fear, constantly retreating, unable to resist.
The flame, like an indestructible warrior, stepped forward and challenged the dark power of the plague. It rolled up the blazing flames, sweeping away the haze of the plague. In front of the blazing Emperor's fire, Nurgle's plague power seemed so pale and powerless. They could not resist the power from the source of light and could only retreat helplessly, as if they had encountered an insurmountable natural enemy.
The collision of flames and plague, like the contest between light and darkness, stirred people's hearts. In this decisive battle, the flame of the Lord of Humanity undoubtedly prevailed. It brought hope and vitality, and dispelled fear and death. And Nurgle's plague power, under the scorching fire, could only withdraw sadly and lost its original prestige.
In the endless river of time, the great emperor sat quietly on the throne made of gold, and sat there for a long ten thousand years. In that period called the dark age, between the boundless galaxy of the universe, billions of humans under countless stars, they poured all their faith and power into the Lord of Humanity like a tide. Deep in their hearts, they are filled with awe and worship of the Emperor. The power of faith is like a bright star, illuminating the glory of the Emperor and nourishing this eternal monarch, allowing him to always maintain supreme honor and majesty in the long river of time.
In the boundless chaos, the power of the Emperor has reached a jaw-dropping realm, and its strength has long surpassed the scope that the four gods of chaos can control. Whether it is the thunder god who controls the storm, the fire god who controls the flame, the water god who controls the ocean, or the earth god who controls the earth, any of them will have no chance of winning if they fight the Emperor on the front battlefield. Because the power of the Emperor is so deep that it is beyond the reach of others, and no single god can compete with it.
With the other three gods not yet showing their skills, the outcome of this war has long been doomed, and the outcome is no suspense. Whether in terms of strength, wisdom or strategy, the enemy seems to be stretched to the limit and it is difficult to compete with these three gods. Therefore, even though the battle has not yet been fully launched, the balance of victory has clearly tilted towards the three gods. In this contest of disparity in power, any miracle can only be a fantasy.
Between the ancient gods, a war without gunpowder quietly unfolded. The Emperor, the supreme being who controls infinite psychic power, is determined to impose the most severe punishment on the God of Nurgle. He used surging psychic power, like a raging wave, to carve deep and complex spells on the filthy body of Nurgle. These spells are like unforgettable branding, deeply embedded in the skin of the God of Corruption, becoming an indelible mark.
In the next ten thousand years, the power of the Emperor will follow him like a shadow, and continue to remain on the body of the God of Nurgle. This power is both a restraint and a warning, and it will constantly remind him of his past failures and sins. These spells, like eternal marks of shame, are embedded in every inch of the skin of the God of Corruption, making him bear the heavy punishment imposed by the Emperor for endless years.
In this contest of power, the Emperor's wisdom and strength were fully demonstrated, while the God of Nurgle, bound by this ruthless spell, always bore his guilt and became an eternal warning.
In the vast physical universe, the huge interstellar flagship, the Heart of Terra, was slowly sailing through the abyss of the stars. In the command cabin of this flagship, the Imperial Regent was still sitting on his throne inlaid with gems and gold as usual, majestic and solemn. However, since returning from the warp, his face has been covered with an indescribable haze, a deep and complex expression, as if some major changes have stirred up waves in his heart.
His eyes are deep, revealing an unknown fatigue and worry. The hands that once controlled the fate of the entire empire are now tightly holding the armrests, and the knuckles are slightly pale due to the force. The officials and guards around him all felt his mood change, but no one dared to ask. They could only guess in their hearts what kind of challenge this usually cold and resolute regent had encountered that made his expression so gloomy.
The starry sky outside the flagship was bright, but in the eyes of the imperial regent, those stars seemed to have lost their former brilliance and became dim and blurred. He seemed to be in a silent struggle in his heart, a worry about the future, a responsibility to the empire, and a struggle with his personal destiny. All of this was written on his gloomy and solemn face, making the people around him hold their breath and stare, waiting for the regent's mood to change.
At the moment of his first face-to-face meeting with the Regent of the Empire, the Lord of Mankind's voice obviously lacked the warmth and emotion that humans should have, and was replaced by an elusive divinity that seemed to come from another world. That voice was no longer the voice of an ordinary human being full of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, but revealed a kind of indifference and transcendence that transcended the mundane world and was almost sacred. Everyone present could feel that it was a kind of tranquility that had been precipitated by years and experienced countless vicissitudes, as if the Emperor himself was no longer a flesh and blood body, but a god above all things.
In the unfathomable Warp, the Emperor's existence was suffering from ruthless erosion. That area full of madness and chaos, like a storm in the dark night, ruthlessly eroded the Lord of Mankind's humanity. As every bit of humanity was gradually deprived, the Emperor's heart tended more and more towards nothingness and despair. When that inevitable moment came, when the last bit of human brilliance was completely swallowed up, a new existence would be ushered in the Warp - that was the fifth evil god after Slaanesh. This evil god will be born in the chaos of the warp. Its appearance will herald a complete reversal of human destiny and the advent of a new era of terror.
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It can be imagined that when such a day comes, it will not only be a disaster for mankind, but also an unprecedented storm of terror. On that day, when we face unpredictable disasters, the tranquility of life will be ruthlessly broken, and everyone's heart will bear a huge impact. Fear, helplessness, despair, these negative emotions will spread among the crowd, like a virus, making people fall into deep panic. In the face of this disaster, mankind will have to re-examine their way of survival and future.
"We must make plans in advance." An indescribable strange light flashed across the eyes of the Imperial Regent, as if he had glimpsed a corner of the future in deep thought. That light was both resolute and firm, and carried an unfathomable depth.
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In the long six months, the Imperial Regent's expeditionary fleet crossed the deep warp, experienced the changes of countless stars and the vastness of the universe. Today, this fleet, shouldering the glory and mission of the Empire, has finally landed on the distant planet Terra, announcing a new round of expansion of the Empire's power.