Chapter 133 The golden sun that makes gods and aliens despair
When the landing craft engraved with the golden double-headed eagle landed at the airport.
A huge horn sounded.
The distant bells resounded throughout Terra.
The noble custodians lowered their heads to greet the great ruler of the empire.
The mountain-like Titan guards knelt on one knee, expressing their loyalty in this way.
The loyal guards stood at attention and saluted with fanatical expressions, excited that they could witness the two rulers.
Cherub-shaped anti-gravity drones hover in the sky.
Flags and bells were tied to their ankles, playing crisp and beautiful music.
The priests of the Mechanicum sang "The Great Omnisiah" in unison.
The raven stood on the Emperor's shoulder.
Follow him out of the landing craft.
Under the spotlight, walk to the throne room.
The Throne Room is located in the sanctuary and is the heart of the palace.
Many roads take this building as the core and extend in all directions.
The gate is made of golden inert material, which is extremely strong and has unimaginable psychic resistance.
The giant stained glass in the center depicts the exploits of the Emperor and the Raven.
They are surrounded by mythical beasts and demons.
The whole body exudes the golden light of a saint, like a sun.
Underfoot is a pierced horned basilisk, which is very heroic.
The other Primarchs lined up on either side of them in order of return.
The doors to the throne room are grand enough to accommodate the entry and exit of Emperor-class titans.
Even the emperor's presence was made very small.
Along with the sound of mechanical gears, the door to the throne room slowly opened.
The raven followed the emperor and entered the magnificent throne room.
A majestic platform several kilometers high, inlaid with silver runic circuits, containing endless mysterious knowledge on the technological side and the mysterious side appeared.
On the high platform, a magnificent machine with an operating mechanism that ordinary people cannot understand is roaring, sending endless energy into the beating mysterious core.
The spire-like device hums continuously, emitting unique and mysterious fluctuations.
Accompanied by the Custodes and Malcador, the Emperor and Raven ascended the majestic platform.
Looking at the throne that belonged to him alone, the raven sighed quietly and looked at the emperor.
"Big guy, if you don't help me collect the most delicious French fries in the world, you will really be sorry for me."
"Isn't it enough to give you the most respected status in the empire?" the emperor said in his heart.
"Hope is the most respected identity."
The raven did not say the following words, "Instead of eternal torment."
Today's destiny has already become unknown,
No one knew if the Primarch would rebel.
No one knows what the Chaos Gods' next plans are.
Everything is chaos.
Chaos represents danger and new life.
Everyone who is qualified to be a chess player must do their best to push their destiny in the direction they want.
The current strength of the human empire is far stronger than in the established destiny line.
But the enemies he faced were also more terrifying.
Those polluters wandering in the eternal void are not something the Four Gods of Chaos can touch.
They have not yet noticed the rise of the human empire, but these stable days will not last long.
One day, those polluters will realize the threat posed by the rise of the human empire.
At that time, they will set their hateful eyes on the human empire that intends to rule the heavens.
When the time comes, they will use all their means to poison this great civilization, turn it into ashes, and play with those desperate creatures.
"Don't worry, absolutely no existence can defeat us."
"We will win everything, and humanity will win everything."
The Emperor's voice was full of confidence.
He has always been so confident.
Malcador bowed his head silently.
The Emperor will always be like this.
When the two first met, the other was planning a great cause spanning tens of thousands of years, planning to bring mankind to an unimaginable glory.
At that time, he was only two or three hundred years old.
Using antelope, bison, and humans, the Emperor created a hunting map that contained a vision of the future.
Humans would alert those beasts and then hunt them down at the right moment to win.
It was a ritual of communion, to ensure the future.
The Emperor left his mark on the painting.
"I mark it with my hand, and it will happen."
This is how Malcador's title of Palmist came about.
As a partner, he is the Emperor's grip on reality, a companion, a seal of faith and strength.
Now, the Emperor's ambitions had grown countless times.
He had a new plan, a new vision.
A galaxy can no longer satisfy him.
Even a universe could only slightly alleviate his hungry gaze.
Originally, I just wanted to let humans build the Webway, rule the galaxy, and achieve transcendence.
And now, he wanted more.
The Emperor has always been an arrogant and greedy being.
The raven smiled and did not respond to the Emperor.
They walked towards the Golden Throne.
The buzzing sounds of countless machines moved towards harmony at this moment, forming a beautiful movement.
When the two imperial rulers sat on their thrones.
The beautiful movement played by the machine also reached perfect harmony at the same moment.
Unimaginable terrifying power surged along the pipe.
The energy matrix shimmered and generators roared, finally converging on the Emperor and Raven.
The raven's eyes burst with mist and light.
The two are entangled together, giving him a unique perspective.
The entire universe is stretched into a line, passing through the curved endless space and time, spiraling endlessly, connecting head to tail, like an ouroboros.
All dimensions and all spaces are integrated.
All past, present, and future are intertwined into one entity.
Time and space lost meaning to him at this moment.
The completed golden throne possesses unimaginable power.
Giving the raven the power to control everything.
The Emperor's wisdom is beyond imagination.
Raven even believed that given time, this guy could achieve as much as the creator of the foggy space.
It will become a being that creates all things, annihilates all things, and controls all things.
Perhaps, in the distant future, the Emperor will create another foggy space for those who are confused and need guidance.
The moment the Emperor and Raven sat on the Golden Throne, a terrifying wave of power centered on them and spread out in all directions.
Malcador and many of the Imperial Guards felt their bodies and souls sink inexplicably.
A great pressure fell on them.
As if facing the gods directly, I couldn't help but want to kneel down and offer my loyalty.
Brilliant light and rumbling thunder enveloped the bodies of Raven and the Emperor. The thunder rumbled so hard that it hurt the ears.
The light shrouding the two of them became brighter and brighter.
In the end, they were as bright and brilliant as stars.
The entire throne room, and even the palace, were enveloped in a blinding light.
The bright light suddenly cut off their vision, leaving them blinded.
Even if I close my eyes, I can't bear the strong light.
Not only Malcador and others, but all the people of Terra saw the golden sun rising at the end of the horizon.
A loud chant filled the air, and it continued to echo.
It seems to come from a distant barbaric era, and it also seems to come from an unpredictable future era.
Dafeng, Richelieu and other ship girls were originally at the orbital space station, visiting the empire's giant projects.
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When they heard the exclamation, they turned to look at Terra.
Then, they saw the golden sun rising from the surface of the earth.
The bright light enveloped the entire Terra.
This planet has become an existence many times brighter than the sun.
The beautiful faces of the little ship girls were full of shock.
Knowing that the scene in front of him was caused by the raven and the emperor after they ascended the throne, he couldn't help but grin from ear to ear.
"Are Mr. Raven and the Emperor really not gods?"
Dafeng said to himself, his tone full of shock.
What if this is not God?
So what kind of god is that?
"Sorry, they are not gods. The Empire has but one god, and that is the great God of chips and ketchup."
"This is the religion preached by Mr. Raven, and His Majesty fully supports it."
Perturabo, who accompanied the ship girls to visit the giant structure, stretched out his hand to block the bright light and corrected the other party's remarks.
"Mr. Raven and the Emperor are really full of bad taste." Cardinal Richelieu complained softly.
The other ship girls nodded in sympathy.
Who can't see that this so-called God of French fries and ketchup is simply having fun.
The Emperor and Mr. Raven are the true gods!
"The Empire has only one god. Neither Mr. Raven nor the Emperor is a god. This is written into the laws of the Empire." Perturabo reiterated.
The shipgirls didn't argue with Perturabo.
Each of them looked at Terra, who was brighter than the stars, with pious expressions.
"Choosing to join the Human Empire is a wise choice."
Dafeng's words made other ship girls deeply agree.
Before, they had doubts.
But now, they no longer have any doubts.
The imperial citizens on the orbital platform, interstellar fortress, and dockyard behaved piously and fanatically.
Some even burst into tears, crying that they could witness the power of the Lord of Humanity.
Relevant images were spread throughout the empire through instant messaging networks, causing a storm in an instant.
The Empire conquers worlds and promotes the Imperial Truth and its belief in the God of Chips and Ketchup, but the Empire's territory and population size are simply too exaggerated.
Even though the empire officials have tried their best, there are still countless people who believe in those unknown gods.
When what happened on Terra was spread, the worldview of these people collapsed.
The God they believe in may not exist.
And the human master of the empire really exists in this universe.
The implications of the Emperor and Raven's ascension to the Golden Throne are profound.
Even the subspace stirred up indescribable turbulent waves.
The golden sun appeared in the subspace, burning the demons and making them scream.
They no longer dared to stay on the surface of the subspace, but fled into the weirder depths of the subspace to avoid being burned by the light emitted by the cursed ones.
"A new god has appeared! Is it the human side?"
Hidden deep in the webway, the Laughing God-Si Lego was the first to sense the changes in the subspace.
The oppressive feeling brought by the golden sun is far greater than the first cry of the prince of joy in the past.
The monkey who was looked down upon by the Eldar in the past has now become a being that the Eldar look up to.
The elders of the Ark Eldar Tribe who have survived for a long time also sensed the drastic changes in the subspace.
They were surprised and confused at first, and then became angry and even jealous after learning that the golden sun was the master of mankind.
Why do humans have such a powerful being who protects them wholeheartedly! !
This is not fair! !
Many races that fled to the edge of the galaxy due to the Imperial Great Crusade also fell into despair after sensing the changes in the warp.
That golden sun will never let them turn around.
There will never be another opportunity for revenge similar to the Evernight Crisis.
Humans will rule this universe until eternity.
The Four Gods of Chaos were also shocked by the Emperor.
The eyes looking at the real universe are shocked and angry.
With the help of the Golden Throne, the power of the Cursed in the real universe has steadily suppressed them.
If they continue to develop like this, their failure will only be a matter of time.
"We have to speed up."
Tzeentch, who was deep in the Crystal Maze, looked at the eternal nothingness and said to himself.
Complicity with those polluters was never what it wanted.
But if it doesn't even exist anymore, what else will the universe do? Let the whole universe burn for it.
From the Milky Way to the edge of the universe, let the sea of stars boil, let the stars annihilate, and let everything return to nothingness.
The Emperor could sense the hatred of the gods, but he did not care.
When he sat on the Golden Throne, he immediately started his first task - weaving the magic web.
The foundation of the Magic Network has been laid.
It is enough for him to use his will to continuously expand.
With the blessing of the Golden Throne, the Magic Network spreads in the gap between reality and illusion as if it were alive.
It covers the entire Milky Way and spreads toward the area beyond the Milky Way.
Subspace is two sides of the real world. It is not just the Milky Way, but covers the entire universe.
Theoretically, the Magic Network can cover the entire universe.
But when it comes to actual implementation, it's often not that simple.
At the beginning, the expansion of Magic Network was very smooth.
In just a few breaths, the magic network covers the entire galaxy.
Then it expanded towards the outside of the Milky Way at a speed far exceeding the speed of light, just like the Great Expansion of the Universe.
In some areas beyond the Milky Way, the magic network is inexplicably distorted.
When it approached the Large Magellanic Galaxy, a piece of it was swallowed up, forming a dark void.
The Emperor probed for a while and became aware of individuals possessing terrifying power.
Each of them possesses power that is not inferior to that of the Star Gods in their heyday, or even stronger.
"What a headache!"
The Emperor complained.
"Whatever the headache is, just let the little lion solve it when the time comes."
Raven responded with a heartfelt voice.
This kind of job is most suitable for the First Legion.
According to the male lion's urine, it will definitely contain a bunch of fragments of those ancient existences, or even secretly imprison them.
The little lions yelled with their bolt guns when nothing happened.
Caliban has no secrets, and neither does the First Order.
"That's all it can do," the Emperor said.
In addition to expanding the Leyline, the Emperor also took over the instant messaging network and the Time Anchor Network.
(End of chapter)