Chapter 436 Savior: Hiss, the Emperor has overshot!
After the unnatural sacred flame appeared, the scent of candle incense penetrated into the battlefield, and everyone felt the sacredness.
That is the will of the Lord of Mankind.
"For the Emperor!" The soldiers were excited, as if they had some kind of buff.
They roared and launched a counterattack against the demons.
"Only rely on the emperor, the common people rely on..."
The priests who were performing the exorcism ceremony at the back even knelt down and cried and prayed.
The divine will came and Yax was saved!
The poisonous mist of the plague that was raging before was also turned into harmless water vapor under the burning of the sacred flame.
The evil power of Nurgle's loving father was restrained, and more demons in the poisonous mist were reduced to ashes or dying in an instant.
But the Emperor's target is not the demon, but Nurgle himself, and the two sides are fighting fiercely.
Surges of holy flames and vicious evil energy gather at the core of the battlefield, eroding and biting each other.
The struggle between the two subspace beings is not substantial, but a confrontation between concepts, which then materializes into a horrific natural disaster in the real universe.
The unparalleled terrifying power caused all nearby beings to retreat temporarily.
They are not capable of participating in such a high-dimensional war.
Ron and Guilliman retreated to the periphery of the battlefield, looking at the whirlpool of flames and evil energy in the center with a hint of shock in their eyes.
Both Primarchs felt the horror of it.
"Is this the power of subspace?"
There was a trace of fear in Guilliman's eyes, thinking about how humans should deal with such power.
Perhaps, humans are helpless before such power.
Ron put away the legendary power sword "Glory" and sighed with emotion: "Old guy, this is a great fight for your father. How much faith energy will be consumed by this? My whole body must be active..."< br>
Guilliman looked at his brother and wanted to correct him. The original body had the blood of the Emperor, and the Emperor was the father of all original bodies.
But he thought for a while and said nothing.
After all, I didn't really want to recognize that cheap dad, and he never called me his son.
In the ten thousand years between the time the Emperor was enthroned on the Golden Throne and his return, the Emperor had spoken to almost no one.
That being is always taciturn, good at hiding his thoughts, and rarely gives love.
In fact, the Emperor allowed his Primarchs to love him, to call them father, or to call themselves his sons, but he rarely uttered these words himself.
This made the Primarchs feel that they were nothing more than weapons, some kind of creation of the Emperor.
Guilliman thought, after he arrived at the Golden Throne, the Emperor did speak, but to a creature, not a son.
The Emperor's welcome to him was not at all like a father welcoming his son, but like a warrior discovering a blade he thought he had lost.
Hopefully this blade can dispel the darkness and save the empire he built.
"Perhaps the Emperor never loved us..."
The son of the original body and the regent of the empire had a deep voice, which could not help but feel a little sad.
"What?"
When Ron heard this, he was a little confused, but Lao Ji suddenly started to emo.
It seems that the Emperor is indeed not very kind to these Primarchs. It is true that the shadow of the original family is affected, but it may also be caused by miscommunication between the two parties.
Some traditional parents don't like to express their feelings.
And the emperor was indeed a bit afraid of society.
Maybe you can form a group or something, hold a family communication meeting, let them have a good talk and resolve conflicts.
"Hiss, it just so happens that the emperor is here too."
Ron frowned and said, his voice a little loud: "Why don't we ask your father if he loves you later?"
He also wanted to know the answer to this question and have some fun.
These words attracted slightly sideways glances from Calgar and others, but they all tried to maintain a natural posture, as if they didn't hear anything.
When Guilliman heard this, he suddenly felt a little unnatural, and his face became more determined:
"Maybe there are some problems here, but now is not the time to deal with it, it is time to eradicate the enemy's advantage from Yax."
In his heart, he was unwilling or afraid to face the real emperor, so he quietly changed the subject.
"Oh, this issue is quite important. Conflicts must be resolved eventually. Avoidance will not solve the problem."
Ron patted King Zheng on the shoulder, but the other party remained silent and stopped talking.
"Alas, I'm scared."
He sighed slightly. The Emperor's family was very awkward. Like father, like son. Lao Ji was almost the same.
Of course, this Ultimate Primarch and Imperial Regent has a good character among the Primarchs.
Forget it then, we’ll talk about it later when we have a chance.
This is not a father-son relationship where Ron has nothing to do and has to take care of the Emperor's family.
Because the Emperor's family relationships would affect all aspects of the Empire, such as the Horus Heresy.
Whether it is before, now or in the future, whether the ruler's family is harmonious and whether power is transferred smoothly is related to the fate and future of the people at the bottom.
Any disturbance will lead to speculation from those who stand in line below.
Especially like the original body, each one has heavy weapons.
If the conflict between them becomes irreconcilable and they start fighting, the earth will shake and the Milky Way will burn.
Even if a superior person impulsively goes for a shot, many people may die as a result.
Such an instance is also recorded in the history of the Eastern Empire in the 1K era of Ancient Terra, where it is said that Cao Cao killed the Three Sages with one shot.
In the sky above the Cathedral of Aix, the intertwining of flames and evil energy has reached fever pitch and is still in a stalemate.
More illusions appeared, with golden-winged angels and flaming warriors fighting against the phantom of the Nurgle demon that represented the plague virus.
Guilliman looked at the stalemate on the battlefield, with a hint of worry in his eyes.
"Don't worry, there will be no problem."
Ron didn't have any worries and explained: "The Emperor has just woken up and is warming up. He will soon enter the field to exert his strength."
He did not mention how he awakened the emperor with a punch, fearing that Lao Ji would not be able to accept it.
As soon as he finished speaking, the vibrations of the sacred tower in the distance became more violent, and more surging power surged forward.
The flames were almost materialized, and the illusive sacred sun could even be seen in them.
This made the devout believers on the battlefield even more fanatical.
Ron was overjoyed. The Emperor had already entered the arena and started to exert force, charging very hard!
The flame energy of the Holy Sun was output like it was free of charge, turning the situation around in an instant.
In just a few seconds, the gelatinous, malicious fog of plague that filled the battlefield was completely suppressed.
However, this is not the end.
The golden flames rushed straight towards the crack in the void, which was the exit of the plague mist, connected to the Garden of Nurgle in the subspace.
My dear, the Emperor's flames have burned through!
Ron took a deep breath and watched the confrontation in the void, not wanting to miss this epic scene.
He even felt the emperor's excitement, and the old man felt so good.
In the past, when the emperor used some faith energy, he had to rely on possessed living saints to release it, and it could only purify a small area.
Scenes like angel miracles or little beauty turning chaotic pollution into clear water.
Moreover, this process is also extremely difficult. It is not easy to cultivate a living saint. It involves soul-related contracts and operations.
What's more important is that those mortal bodies cannot carry much energy at all.
However, now, with the sacred tower and the light prism tower that can export energy, he can arbitrarily release the energy of faith that makes him painful.
Make as much as you want.
It is simply a kind of enjoyment or healing.
According to Ron's own words, it can detoxify and nourish the skin, and it can also burn away evil and hatred. It achieves multiple things with one stone.
"No..."
On the other side of the void crack, Father Nurgle in front of the black house seemed a little panicked when he saw the flames coming.
Gululu——
The garden began to boil, and the fetid swamp bubbled.
Nurgle suddenly stretched out his rotten palm, trying to block the burning fire.
The next second.
The extremely huge hand slapped towards the crack, trying to block the entrance to avoid the invasion of the flames.
"What the hell?"
Ron's spiritual sense was sharper than anyone present.
Maybe others only saw the burning flames and plague mist, but he really saw the rotten giant palm shot from the void, which was at least as big as a planet.
It was covered with traces of decay from the plague, and countless chaotic lives were squirming in the abscesses.
Fortunately, the rotten giant palm could not cross the boundary between reality and space, but only urgently blocked the gap between the Nurgle Garden and reality.
This shocked and frightened him deeply.
What a devastating power it was, almost irresistible.
But this fear soon dissipated.
Because Ron suddenly thought that his subspace essence small sun is now not small, at least much larger than the planet Biax.
If I were to make the slightest move between the subspace and the curtain of reality, I would be frightened to death.
In the void, Nurgle's fatherly giant hand blocked the crack, trying to fill it and restore it to its original state.
However, the Emperor did not give him this chance, and the flames became more fierce and struck like a sharp sword.
The giant palm of the plague emits a strange fragrance when burned by the flames, and it burns to more places along the palm.
Hot!
Nurgle's kind father persisted for a while, then let out a cry and instinctively withdrew his palm to prevent his body from suffering more attacks.
This way.
The sacred flames burned along the cracks and spread to more areas.
In an instant, a blazing fire broke out outside Nurgle Garden.
The fetid swamps dried up, swollen, rotting vegetation burned, and plague life struggled in the fire.
Moreover, the flames continued to burn forward, and the deep winding paths at the edge of Nurgle Garden began to suffer, and more Nurgle demons began to flee deeper.
These Nurgle daemons seek to escape the scourge of the Damned. He even saw that Bala, the Nurgle chicken thief under his command, was packing up his bed and running away into the depths, even though the opponent was still far away from the flames.
"The Cursed!"
Father Nurgle let out a thundering roar that shook the entire garden. He raised up a tsunami of rotten sludge in the void and covered it with burning flames.
Trying to extinguish the flames.
However, the sacred flames continued to grow.
"This wave of profits is huge."
Ron looked at this scene and was quite excited. If the Emperor could really penetrate into the depths of Nurgle Garden, he should be able to end this plague war early.
In the psychic vision, after encountering obstacles, the sacred flame changed its strategy and burned forward along a point.
A path was burned out in one part of Nurgle's Garden, gradually deepening.
Faced with this terrible invasion, Nurgle's loving father's reaction became more violent, and he once again blocked the fire.
After all, that is his domain, and he can mobilize more evil energy.
Fortunately, the energy of faith contained within the Holy Sun was more abundant, and the Emperor once again increased the intensity of the invasion, and the flames rose again.
He is getting stronger and stronger!
This time, Nurgle's loving father had no way to resist, and Nurgle's garden was about to be lost and burned across a large area.
This anxious moment.
Click——
Ron noticed the strange noise coming from not far away and turned his head to look.
That was the sound made by the light prism tower. The special alloy that constructed the light prism tower creaked, and the screws in certain areas collapsed.
Obviously, these mechanical creations are overwhelmed, are in an overloaded state, and are about to collapse.
"Not good..."
He reacted and took a breath: "The emperor rushed to the ground a little too hard, and it has exceeded the limit that the light prism tower can withstand!"
If this pressure continues, the light prism tower may fall apart under the impact of energy, causing the entire defense array to be damaged.
Ron immediately used a psychic message to warn the emperor: "Stop, slow down, you can't rush anymore, the sacred machine can no longer bear this huge energy!"
He hoped that the Emperor would hold back and burn it slowly.
Otherwise, if the light prism tower is destroyed, there will be no channel to transport energy in.
After receiving the psychic message, the Emperor conveyed a hint of unsatisfied emotion, and then immediately reduced the delivery of divine energy.
Unfortunately it was too late.
Boom——
One after another, the light prism towers were destroyed by the impact of energy, emitting violent explosions.
With the reduction of transmission channels, the output of divine spiritual energy will inevitably weaken, and there is no way to continue this invasion.
He also realized this, and after a sudden increase in energy, he retreated.
This also caused the final light prism tower to explode and collapse.
"It seems that we have to let the Mechanicus continue to upgrade the mechanical facilities..."
Ron looked at the remains of the Light Prism Tower and felt a little pity.
If these towers were stronger, they might be able to burn the ground for longer.
Fortunately, these sacred defensive buildings are one-time use, and they have fulfilled their mission well.
In the shadow of the sky, the fire in Nurgle's Garden has been extinguished.
The flames burned the outside of the garden and left a narrow scar inside.
He was keenly aware that the scar passage was heading towards the Black House and the Garden of the Goddess of Life, or he might be able to use this in the future.
Reach deeper into Nurgle's Gardens faster.
Above the Cathedral of Aix, the sacred flames gradually dimmed, and the Emperor's will began to withdraw from the planet.
But before leaving.
He found the Regent and the Savior.
"Father..."
No matter how dull the spiritual sense of Prince Regent Guilliman was, he still felt the presence of the Emperor under such dense divine light.
The father was watching him, and he even vaguely saw the emperor's shadow in golden armor.
But the father and son looked at each other and said nothing.
The Emperor's gaze quickly shifted to the Savior.
He raised his hand and tapped the other person's shoulder with his spiritual energy, sending out a spiritual message, roughly praising you for doing a good job.
It seems that the pressure of faith on him, the Lord of mankind, has been reduced a lot, and his whole body is clear.
After that, the emperor's shadow turned around and seemed to be leaving.
Those remaining energies cannot support his phantom illusion in the real world for too long.
The regent watched the emperor leave in silence. During these few moments of encounter, they had no communication.
"Emperor..."
Ron sighed slightly.
He suddenly sent a spiritual message to the lord of mankind, with a rather serious tone:
"Perhaps your son is not as strong as you think, not as tough as you, the master of mankind.
They also have moments of vulnerability, as has been proven for ten thousand years.
They were Primarchs, they were human, and like all sons they longed for their father's approval.
In such a dark moment, perhaps you should give your son more care and encouragement.
Instead of being a failed father..."
After the Emperor's shadow received this psychic message, he was stunned. This was the first time in ten thousand years that he had received such sincere criticism.
The body of the Lord of Humanity trembled slightly, as if something was returning.
He nodded, then turned towards Regent Guilliman, the Emperor's son.
"I didn't expect that the emperor would listen to his advice..."
Ron looked at this scene with great relief. As for what was exchanged between the emperor and his son, he didn't really care.
That's between them.
The important thing is that there was a serious communication between the father and son, which was the beginning of a good relationship.
Soon, the emperor's figure disappeared.
Ron keenly noticed that Lao Ji was secretly wiping his tears. This was an extremely rare action for a original body.
This Ultimate Primarch and Imperial Regent experienced the death of his father, the betrayal of his brothers, the verge of destruction of the Empire, and countless humans died before his eyes.
He also suffered numerous plots and attacks.
He faced the deepest pain and darkness in the past ten thousand years, but he always faced the world with the most determined face and gave people courage.
There was never a moment of vulnerability.
Now the primarch was in tears.
But this is a good thing. Human beings' suppressed emotions must be vented, otherwise it will only create darkness for evil gods to take advantage of.
Ron did not bother the imperial regent.
After a while, he walked over slowly.
"Thank you."
Guilliman had returned to his previous resolute face and said calmly.
He was very grateful to his brother from the bottom of his heart.
Ron nodded and looked at the core battlefield of the cathedral. Under the burning of the sacred flames, all the filth and Nurgle demons were purified.
This time the guard war has emptied all the existing sacred ashes bombs in the world of Yax Hospital, and the light prism tower has also been exhausted.
But it also prevented Nurgle's invasion and shattered the corrupt network.
This is the beginning of changing the future, and a planet that would have been destroyed is preserved.
Today, there are only ruins and remains on the battlefield, with some shining fragments of weapons, armor, and bones, which are fragments soaked in high concentrations of sacred energy.
Those pastors and think tanks looked at those things and were ready to take action.
In their view, those are sacred relics that can be applied to weapons and armor, bringing more blessings and power.
Even the bones can be decorated or ground into powder to make special bullets.
Or offering it on a shrine can also bless the world.
"Stop!"
Ron noticed something. He stopped everyone from approaching and lit up the power sword. The danger was not completely eliminated yet.
The Emperor's Sword ignites.
Guilliman also sensed the crisis and came to the savior's side, taking a fighting stance.
The two Primarchs prepared to fight together.
"That's my weapon." He had long recognized the power sword named "Glory" and said with a smile.
Ron shrugged and handed over the power sword in his hand: "How about we change it temporarily?"
He has been coveting the Emperor's Sword for a long time.
"You might be able to light it."
This time Guilliman did not hesitate, he took the glory and handed the Emperor's Sword to his brother.
This gesture represents the deepest level of trust.
"Of course."
Bang——
Ron took the Emperor's Sword and suddenly lit the blade, and the raging flames illuminated his handsome face.
This sword is very easy to use and handy.
He stared at the ruins not far away and sneered: "Rat in the gutter, it's time for you to come out and die!"
(End of chapter)