#529 - The return of the empire's ruler, a new situation? !
“This must be the Emperor, there's absolutely no mistake!”
Ron looked at the golden figure before him, his heart filled with certainty.
In the Sea of Souls, who else could have a mouth as stubborn as the Emperor Himself?
He had only just been resurrected in a clone body and regained the ability to speak when he immediately emphasized that he was not a god.
As if afraid others wouldn't believe him.
Besides the Emperor, no other god could utter such words with such conviction.
The Emperor's clone suddenly grabbed in the void, as if grasping a sword hilt, and then abruptly drew a golden holy sword burning with flames.
He waved the holy sword, unleashing even more flames.
“Emperor on high, is this taking objects from the void using psychic power?”
Beside the Savior, an excited, high-pitched electronic voice chimed in:
“If we could research corresponding teleportation technology, wouldn't we be able to deliver Fuel-Ade to all corners of the galaxy in an instant...?”
“Stop messing with your broken beverage; the psychic energy consumed by teleportation alone would be enough for a psychic Titan legion to fight a battle.”
Ron retorted subconsciously.
In the galaxy, besides a few Chaos Gods, perhaps only the Emperor could seize matter regardless of distance.
Only They could bear such massive energy consumption; anyone else doing so would be a pure loss.
From a resource consumption perspective, teleporting anything is a loss, a useless skill.
Unless you have too much energy and want to deliberately squander it.
But he quickly reacted, a smile appearing on his face: “Cawl, you're still alive, you old dog! I was about to prepare a binary memorial service for you.”
This was an unexpected surprise; Archmagos Cawl, his right-hand man in the field of technology, was still alive and kicking, not killed in the Chaos God's attack.
Cawl had undergone too many modifications over the years, his depth of modification no less than that of any other Adeptus Mechanicus Archmagos, and he had made many data consciousness backups.
Previously, the Slaaneshi assassin had only destroyed his backup data consciousness mechanical head; his real brain was hidden in a secret part of his body, protected by blackstone armor and many sacred relics.
After being attacked by Chaos, his data consciousness immediately downloaded and transferred.
Then he rebooted.
This Archmagos often frequented the warp, paying particular attention to his own protection, and had purchased many protective trinkets from the Ecclesiarchy.
“Savior, unless facing the Chaos Gods directly, nothing can kill the genius Cawl!”
Cawl said confidently.
He was still pondering the matter of material teleportation, persisting in his idea: “For delicious, authentic Fuel-Ade, any amount of resource consumption is worth it.”
Ron rolled his eyes and didn't say anything more; he would let that guy research if he wanted to. Having one more technology was a good thing.
Ron shook his head slightly.
He looked at the Emperor's clone's movements and suddenly felt that the golden holy sword looked somewhat familiar.
But he didn't pay too much attention to it.
The Emperor's weapons all looked similar, forged from gold, shining brightly, emphasizing flamboyance and sanctity.
When He was younger, His preferences were probably similar to his own.
“In any case, this war is a sure win; there's no problem opening the champagne directly...”
After Ron confirmed that the Emperor had been resurrected, had regained the ability to act in the material universe, and was very powerful.
He finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Thinking of something, he immediately ended the Ork Warlord's power blessing, then slumped to the ground, almost losing his ability to move.
The power of faith was extremely precious; it was still necessary to save when possible, as accumulating power was not easy.
Ron completely relaxed, no longer maintaining a high degree of vigilance, and prepared to take a good rest.
Now that the Emperor's clone was here, it was the thickest thigh in the Sea of Souls, and there was no need for him to expend precious faith to support his body.
If they could still lose with this, then there was really no point in fighting.
Whoosh~
Golden flames formed a vortex, from which the roars of the Chaos Gods could be faintly heard:
“Cursed one, our war is not over; everything you cherish will soon be destroyed in pain, and ultimate victory will belong to Chaos!”
The Emperor responded to the Chaos Gods' threat with a majestic demeanor:
“The blade forged by the will of humanity will eventually cut down all evil, and victory will forever belong to mankind...”
The golden holy sword held by the Emperor's clone fell heavily, and the holy flames transformed into an invisible giant hand, tearing apart the Chaos Gods' consciousness projections.
Dragging Them back into the Sea of Souls.
The Emperor drove out the Chaos Gods' consciousness avatars with thunderous force, lest They continue to exert influence on this area.
Afterward, He inserted the golden holy sword into the ground in front of the Black Throne, using that sacred weapon as a medium to draw in more sacred psychic energy.
A golden sun floated above the throne.
Buzz~
The sacred light emitted by that sun swept away all Chaos corruption and alien traces in the Black Throne area.
Making it even more sacred.
This was the power of the Sea of Souls.
Whether Chaos energy or sacred psychic energy, both could, to some extent, change the matter or environment of the material universe.
Afterward, more sacred energy spread through the Black Throne to the webway, filling gap after gap in the webway.
The huge rift in the center of the Commorragh was also covered by a faint golden light.
All of this happened extremely quickly.
Ron successively received reports from monitoring personnel in various areas that the webway rift had been completely brought under control, and there were no more new Chaos incursions.
The Emperor, using the Throne and His vast sacred psychic energy, once again plugged the gap in the webway.
Just like ten thousand years ago.
At this moment, the Emperor's clone was bathed in golden holy light, so sacred.
The Custodes arrived, kneeling uniformly on one knee, leaving only the sound of armor rubbing and suppressed breathing.
The Custodian Captain gripped his spear tightly, his voice somewhat choked, as if in repentance:
“Your Majesty... for ten thousand years, Your light still burns in the Astronomican, but we have allowed the galaxy to fall into darkness, allowing the Imperium to further decline.
We have failed Your ideals...”
He lowered his head, tears dripping onto the floor tiles:
“Now that You have finally returned, please guide the Custodes in a new campaign, even if the Custodes burn their souls and lives, they will pour out the Emperor's Wrath on the skulls of the enemies of mankind!”
“Father...”
At this time, the White Scars Primarch Jaghatai Khan also knelt on one knee, his mood incomparably complex.
He had once admired and complained about this Master of Mankind, mistakenly believing that the Emperor's seclusion in the Imperial Palace was a loss of ambitious desire, building high walls and manipulating power.
It was not until the Emperor was trapped on the Golden Throne for the sake of humanity that he knew what great cause his father was planning and what a heavy price he had paid.
Now, the Emperor was once again dedicating Himself to humanity, ascending the Black Throne and bearing even more pain.
So that humanity could have the webway.
On the platform of the Black Throne, everyone was quiet.
Now that the Master of Mankind had returned and had a body again in the material world, capable of receiving audiences and transmitting information.
Then He would naturally retake command of the Empire He had personally created, and no one could defy His orders.
Even the Savior Primarch was the same.
Whether ten thousand years ago or now, the Imperium of Man and all of humanity were ruled by the Emperor.
This was unquestionable.
People were waiting for the Emperor's response, waiting for His instructions and arrangements for the Imperium.
The Emperor seemed somewhat tired, His body trembling slightly under the entanglement of energy.
He endured the pain, returned to the Black Throne, and sat down, looking down at the people below.
The Master of Mankind was thinking.
Finally, the Emperor spoke again: “The Imperium... indeed needs new changes, but I am too tired and must resist the Chaos Gods and any dangers from the Sea of Souls on the Throne.
I cannot manage the Imperium again.
I will appoint a Primarch as the ruler of the Imperium, and from now on, all affairs of the Imperium will be handled by him.
Whether it is the Custodes, Holy Terra, or any Imperial officials, governors, or warriors, they must obey his orders.
He will clean up the remnants of the Imperium and lead humanity to glory...”
This was an extremely important adjustment and change.
Although the Ultramarines Primarch Guilliman had seized some of the Imperium's power with great power and posture after his return, serving as the Regent of the Imperium.
Afterward, the Savior Primarch stirred up strife in Holy Terra, seizing more power from the High Lords.
But none of this had received the Emperor's true consent, or was forced by the situation, letting things take their course.
Now, the Emperor personally broke the political system He had previously built, taking back all power from the High Lords and other Primarchs and high-ranking personnel.
And handing it over to the Primarch He recognized, the new ruler of the Imperium.
That meant that all who opposed this decision would be regarded as traitors to the Emperor and enemies of the Imperium.
The Emperor's thoughts and words were fragmented.
He laboriously raised his hand and pointed towards the White Scars Primarch, Jaghatai Khan.
Immediately, everyone looked towards the White Scars Primarch, shocked by the Emperor's decision.
The people they had in mind were the Imperial Regent Roboute Guilliman, and the hope that was the Primarch Savior.
But definitely not the White Scars Primarch, who had been lost in the Webway for too long and couldn't effectively unite the Imperium of Man.
???
"Father...Father..."
The White Scars Primarch, Jaghatai Khan, met the gazes of the crowd, his eyes wide.
He pointed at his own nose, a look of disbelief on his face: "Are you saying... that you want me to be the ruler of the Imperium?!"
His emotions were complex.
On one hand, he was excited by the Emperor's recognition of him, and on the other hand, he felt the pressure.
Everyone knew that Khan didn't want to be bound by royal power and preferred to fight on the battlefield; otherwise, he wouldn't have abandoned his throne and followed the Emperor on the Great Crusade.
Could it be that Father had become senile, or was he influenced by the Chaos Gods?!
Khan swallowed hard, unsure whether he should agree to this.
Just as he was struggling internally and about to make a difficult decision, he suddenly noticed the Emperor's hand move again, sweeping to the side.
The meaning was clear.
The White Scars Primarch was blocking something, and now the Emperor was telling him not to block the way.
Khan realized that his father wasn't pointing at him.
He had been worrying for nothing.
"Hmph, fine, I'll move."
The White Scars Primarch's face fell slightly, but he still nimbly stepped aside, revealing the Hope Primarch Savior behind him.
The Savior was still sitting on the ground, resting and adjusting his condition.
It wasn't that he disrespected the Emperor; the two of them were essentially side by side, two suns staying in the Warp together, always seeing each other.
He would often inquire and get the Emperor some Warp extraction devices to pour energy into him for a great health treatment, and he would even have the Machine Goddess Xiaoling occasionally keep him company to relieve his boredom.
If you didn't count letting the Emperor sit on the Black Throne, the Savior was almost the most caring and filial existence in the Imperium towards the Emperor.
Putting on such a show didn't have much meaning.
Moreover, the defense war just now had almost brought his body to the brink of collapse. If he didn't rest and repair it properly, this body would probably fall to the ground and kick the bucket on the spot.
How embarrassing would that be?
As Ron was panting and injecting himself with the universal elixir, he suddenly felt many gazes cast upon him.
???
He looked up and found that everyone was looking at him.
Khan was gesturing and saying something, but his voice wasn't imbued with psychic power, so it was a little unclear.
"Huh?
Old Khan, wait a moment."
Ron injected another universal elixir into his neck before finally regaining his hearing.
Afterward, he understood the current situation.
Regarding the Emperor's choice, Ron wasn't too surprised. The Emperor had long entered another level and couldn't handle the affairs of the real universe.
His battlefield was in the Warp, an endless, high-dimensional war between gods.
If a person had to be chosen to rule the Imperium.
Then he, who controlled the Savior Lands, and whose Webway had seized a large amount of power in Holy Terra, was the only choice.
Once another existence was chosen, if the development path was different from his own, it would probably cause new disputes.
And no one would be able to restrain him.
This time, the Emperor wasn't just choosing him to be the ruler of the Imperium, but also recognizing the development path of the Savior Lands.
Believing that humanity should move towards glory in that way.
Ron was very happy about this.
In this way, he would be equivalent to "controlling the military power of the world," able to transform and lead the Imperium of Man according to his own wishes without hindrance.
Making the Imperium great again!
He struggled to support his body and stand up.
The crowd made way, watching as the Savior walked step by step towards the Black Throne, towards the Emperor.
Ron came before the Emperor and then knelt on one knee.
At such a moment, there had to be a solemn ceremony to take over that supreme power.
Gradually, hymns about the Golden Sun and the Savior rang out, and illusory images of angels danced in the sky, with showers of light falling.
The Emperor also struggled to support his body and stood up from the throne, coming before the Savior.
He showed the most gratified smile he had had in ten thousand years, as if he had unloaded a heavy burden.
The Emperor cupped his hands, using holy psychic power to condense a brilliant crown, and then slowly placed it on the Savior's head.
His words were filled with incomparable anticipation and trust:
"Savior, you kid... the future of the Imperium and humanity is entrusted to you.
I know you have never disappointed me.
You will lead the Imperium to rise from the abyss and make humanity shine among the stars."
No matter how much shock, pain, and hardship he had suffered, the Master of Mankind continued to maintain his deep love for humanity as always.
The Emperor was always thinking about how to get humanity out of suffering, even if it meant burning himself and sacrificing everything.
For ten thousand years, he had been in agony at all times, worrying about the fate of humanity, regretting his own failures, and unable to see the hope for the future of humanity.
However, the Savior, or rather, Ron, appeared just like that.
Letting him see new hope.
Perhaps this was fate's gift to him, to humanity; the universe had not abandoned humanity.
He had waited too long for this moment.
From now on, the fate of humanity would no longer be lost in the unknown, but would have a definite path.
"I am willing to accept all of this, to accept this mission."
Ron put on the brilliant crown given by the Emperor, accepted this supreme power, and also took on the heavy responsibility of humanity's fate.
He felt a trace of excitement and also felt a heavy responsibility.
From this moment on, he had to be responsible for the fate of humanity, redeem all humans in suffering, and lead them to glory.
That was not easy.
But this was a promise, a good start.
The Emperor controlled the trembling of his body.
This existence pulled up the Hope Primarch Savior, who was wearing the crown, let him stand by his side, and then grabbed his hand and raised it high.
The two shone in the brilliant holy light.
The Emperor's firm voice echoed in this area:
"Everyone... and the Imperium, from this moment on, pledge allegiance to your sole ruler!"
In an instant, whether it was the Custodes, the warriors of the Imperium, or the Savior's personnel, they all knelt down on one knee and lowered their heads.
They chose to pledge allegiance to the Hope Primarch Savior, the new ruler of the Imperium.
The White Scars Primarch, Jaghatai Khan, hesitated for a moment and then also knelt down on one knee.
At such a solemn and sacred moment, he, as an Imperial Primarch and son of the Emperor, also had to express his position.
In fact, Khan was very satisfied with the choice made by his father, letting the Hope Primarch Savior, his close brother Ron, serve as the ruler.
It was undoubtedly the best choice.
He even felt that this arrangement was better than during the Great Crusade, at least the Primarch brothers wouldn't fight and compete for power because of various gaps.
More importantly, Brother Ron was generous and forthright enough.
He could bring generous logistical supplies to the army, the strongest vehicles, the fiercest cannons, warships, and endless ammunition.
Allowing him to fight without any worries.
The White Scars Primarch was already looking forward to the Imperium, under the leadership of the Savior, launching a grand crusade no less than the Great Crusade, expelling all heretics and aliens, and recovering the entire galaxy.
In the entire Black Throne area, everyone except the Emperor and the Savior knelt down.
They shouted the Savior's name, pledging allegiance.
This influence was not only in this area, but under the blessing of the Emperor's vast and sacred psychic power, the image of the Savior wearing a brilliant crown was transmitted to the galaxy and the Warp in the form of a psychic illusion.
Especially the territory of the Imperium.
Many living saints, national clergy pastors, silent sisters, devout believers, etc., all sensed a miracle in the dark, and saw this shocking scene in the form of psychic vision.
And also received a divine revelation from the Emperor—the Hope Primarch Savior will become the sole ruler of the Imperium.
This will be the biggest change in the Imperium of Man in ten thousand years.
At the same time.
Holy Terra, private bedroom of the Living Saint Shrine.
The silver-haired angel Saint Celestine, draped in a white robe, lazily hugged a big white bear, further setting off her fair and flawless skin and exquisite curves.
She was thinking about a certain existence again.
"Emperor!"
Suddenly, in the form of psychic vision, she saw the Savior wearing a brilliant crown and his body, and her eyes widened immediately...
