Save Humanity! I Didn't Let You Transform into Adam and Kill the Gods!

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"There are no ghosts and gods among the stars, there are no supernatural phenomena, and there is no magic and witchcraft. Everything can be interpreted through scientific means. Human beings can defeat everything with the light of reason. Nothing should be worshiped. The backward concept of religion needs to be completely eliminated in the rational galaxy." ——Empire Truth Many grand actions of mankind have shaped the face of our society today, and the greatest wisdom among them is to abandon religion. For thousands of years, religion has covered us with a heavy iron curtain. From the stubborn superstitious thoughts of the people to the secret associations among high-level people based on heresy, these are all manifestations of religion poisoning us. It is what drives humans to madness, leads to war, and even induces us to murder each other. Religion is like a stubborn disease that lingers in our minds. Whether it is theological beliefs or the affirmation of demons, souls, or thoughts about the afterlife, these are all manifestations of ignorance and absurdity. Only simple and stupid people will use these to understand the phenomena that we cannot explain in the vast universe. From now on, we should insist on atheistic thinking and no longer need to make room for any god. My friends, now we have the ability to witness the vastness of the universe and to learn and understand for ourselves all the mysteries that make up this world. Demons not only exist in all human civilizations, but also hide in every corner of the universe that everyone has forgotten and discovered. Some of these demons are fictional images created by humans, some are actually aliens and outsiders, and the rest are indeed real demons. Although the Emperor believes that we should deny the existence of demons and reject all knowledge about demons, after experiencing a series of tragedies and lessons in the Dark Ages, we can no longer escape this established fact. In order to fight against these threats in the universe and expel these evil spirits in the future, mankind has to indulge in ignorance again, learn and use the knowledge of demons. After all, the emperor's holy light to protect us has gradually faded. In addition to paying physical sacrifices and prices, human souls are also destined to be tainted by foreign enemies. Imperial Truth is a doctrine that emphasizes rationality and adheres to atheism. It was put forward by the Emperor as a guiding ideology during the period of unified Terra, and accompanied mankind to witness the historical process of the Empire from its establishment to the Great Crusade. The core idea of ​​Imperial Truth is to insist that the entire universe is rational and knowable, and that humans should use knowledge to overcome fear and get rid of the panic-filled chaos since the Age of Strife. In the assertion of imperial truth, humans must also cut off any irrational or superstitious ideas, including giving up all worship of unknown powers and ideas. In Terra and the Human Empire after the completion of the Unification War, no gods were worshiped, no wizards practiced, and no mysticism about the soul was prevalent. Even if there are still people who insist on indulging in their own ignorant knowledge, they will soon be buried on the execution ground together with their evil ways. The reason why mankind experienced a painful history in the Age of Conflict was the result of the secret growth of superstitious thoughts and false beliefs. In order to achieve the great rejuvenation of his own civilization, the Emperor finally became so ruthless and would never allow mankind to repeat the same mistakes again. But apart from internal factors, there are still many aliens and mutants who use psychic powers to fight, and their actions have once again attracted people's attention to supernatural phenomena. In this regard, Imperial Truth simply explains all these conjectures about "wizards" and "divine power" as human beings' ignorance of their principles. Through the construction of the consciousness of the truth of the Empire, mankind had a solid ideological foundation in the struggle of the next two centuries. Through the efforts of the Great Crusade, it completed its own transcendence and became the most glorious and powerful species in the entire universe. Unfortunately, this prosperity is destined not to last forever. Of course, the fact that contradicts the truth of the Empire is that the Empire and the Emperor himself have already had contact with extraordinary beings in the universe. Although the newly born Human Empire is a secular country, some of its expressions related to power and political ecology still have a clerical tone. For example, the Space Marines' ceremony - the Oaths of Moment, the division of various power agencies in the imperial government and the symbols of imperial power still have strong religious elements. In the end, although the empire publicly denied the existence of God, in fact it covered its regime with a veil of deification. Humanity still believes in gods, and they essentially worship the Emperor's omniscience and mercy through Imperial Truth. As a torch for the human spirit and thought, the Emperor knew that the men and women under his rule were still prone to swinging in their positions, so he must suppress any potential demagogues and preachers to ensure the unity and stability of people's hearts. This also led the Emperor to choose to use religious language to express the truth of the Empire and guide everyone to embrace pragmatism and rational thinking. For a man who spent his whole life fighting for humanity to get rid of superstition and religious beliefs, his fate was ironic and tortuous The hymn of humanity is the hymn of courage.

The Emperor is the collective reincarnation of all the shamans of the different races of the Neolithic Age, the first psyker. At the time of the Emperor's birth somewhere in central Asia Minor in the eighth millennium BC, the four evil forces of the Warp had not yet fully transformed into physical form, but even before the Emperor's birth, as humanity's collective psyche became increasingly perturbed by the Warp, shamans began to lose their ability to reincarnate into new bodies. Instead, once they die, their souls are consumed by the beings and daemons of the Warp. Eventually, these shamans who lost their ability to reincarnate would become extinct, and without the shamans and their spiritual power to guide their species, humanity would inevitably fall prey to the corruption of the warp, much like the fate that eventually befell the Eldar. In those ancient days, all the shamans came together to decide what measures to take to prevent them all from being eventually swallowed up by the Warp. In the end, the shamans decided to concentrate their spiritual power into one soul by reincarnating into the same person to create what they called a "new human being." Thousands of shamans took medicine and committed suicide together. Their souls formed a spiritual force and rushed into the subspace, purifying the subspace demons who tried to hunt him with a pure spiritual fire. This immortal spiritual fire finally formed a soul. A year later, the baby who would become the emperor was born to an ordinary herder family in the Neolithic Asia Minor. His psychic powers were so powerful that they altered his genome and anatomy, rendering him immortal so that he would no longer need to reincarnate and would no longer be attacked by the daemons of the Warp. As He grew, His spiritual powers began to manifest. For thirty-eight thousand years, He has traveled throughout the earth and throughout human history. He has traveled among different human races. At first, He was just a witness to the glory and folly of mankind. He soon began to do his best to help mankind with His ancient wisdom. He used His influence carefully, pretending to be an ordinary human being without revealing His true nature. The Emperor and his most trusted advisor Malcador As time passed, He witnessed the development of mankind. He traveled throughout the planet, observing and helping others, sometimes incarnating as a great leader or counselor. In times of trouble for mankind He transformed into a crusader, a religious leader and even a savior. At other times He hid behind the scenes as a king's adviser or a groundbreaking scientist. Most of the time His role was humble. At other times He was a great figure in world history or religion. In times of crisis, He will lead mankind to the path of survival that only He can see. With the prosperity of mankind, the disturbance in subspace has become increasingly severe. The Emperor realized that the extreme nature of human personality was giving birth to the chaotic powers of the Warp. Although He has done all He can to promote peace among mankind, the instinctive reverence for force, ambition, contempt and self-gratification cannot be eradicated from the human personality. Some of His plans did not succeed, and the seeds of wisdom often grew into out-of-control beasts, eventually leading to years of persecution and war. The forces of Chaos were also aware of the existence of this new human being, whom they called "The Cursed One", and Chaos was aware of the Emperor's efforts to suppress their power, even if they were not aware at this time that the Emperor would become their greatest enemy in the future. Khorne was the first of the four Chaos Gods to fully awaken. With his awakening, the world fell into an age of conflict and war. Tzeentch was the next to awaken, and the country and its politicians soon became cunning and cunning. The third one to awaken was Nurgle, and the plague ravaged every continent and harvested a large number of souls for the Plague Lord. By the end of the Middle Ages, Europe had fully awakened. The fourth evil god, Slaanesh, still slumbers, waiting for the fall of another race, the Eldar, to awaken him. But with the further awakening of the new human's spiritual power, he became more and more aware of the huge threat that awaited mankind as he devoted all his efforts to guide mankind on the road to becoming the dominant race in the galaxy. As more and more humans with psychic powers were born, humanity was increasingly threatened by the loss of control of psychic powers, which also heralded the arrival of the Age of Strife. The Emperor realized that it was time for him to play a more direct and public role in the history of mankind. With the creation of Slaanesh following the fall of the Eldar in the Thirtieth Millennium, and the quelling of the Warp Storms that prevented Humanity from interstellar travel, the Emperor of Mankind decided it was time once again to step forward and directly guide Humanity, otherwise humanity would ultimately be doomed. However, in the recent Warhammer 40K background novels, the Emperor's history before unifying Terra is very mysterious and general, while his immortality and extremely strong psychic power are still stated. The first mention of the Emperor in official records is his unification of Terra at the end of the Thirtieth Millennium Era of Strife. Horus, referring to his first meeting with the Emperor, said that the Emperor "dwelt in Asia Minor in his childhood." It is known that the Emperor was an ancient immortal 10,000 years before he sat on the Golden Throne. The Emperor is the "New Man", the first and greatest psyker of mankind. He is also the collective reincarnation of the extinct shamans who guided mankind in the Neolithic Age. As the Emperor grew and his psychic powers gradually emerged, the Emperor also recalled the thousands of lives he had lived, and this experience and knowledge was ultimately added to the Emperor himself. One version of the Emperor's origins traces his birth in a Neolithic village in the Sakarya River Valley in Asia Minor in the 8th millennium BC. The Emperor also had mortal brothers and sisters. During his youth, the Emperor's father was murdered by his uncle. As he prepared for his father's funeral, he witnessed the murder of his father. The Emperor then calmly walked up to his uncle and used his psychic powers to stop his heartbeat. The Emperor showed neither sorrow nor malice at this time. According to the Emperor himself, it was at this time that He realized that humanity needed law, order, and the guidance of a ruler to realize their potential. Sometime later, He left this "first city of mankind" like other cities in Mesopotamia. Thousands of years before he became the Emperor, He guided and observed the development of mankind, disguised as numerous historical figures. He recognizes that the dark side of human extremes nourishes the evil gods of the warp, and therefore he is committed to promoting peace and harmony among humans to curb the growth of destructive powers. Whatever his true origins, the Emperor is the most powerful psyker to ever come to mankind. Before the Emperor came to power, he was an Immortal, a mutant among the human race who was immortal due to his ability to rapidly regenerate cells. Whether this immortality is innate or modified is unknown; we only know that the Emperor existed before the beginning of humanity's interstellar colonization in what is now known as the "Dark Ages." It is said that He was at that time in the company of fellow immortals like himself. Among this group was a woman named Alivia Sureka, who, along with other Immortals and the Emperor, boarded a one-way void ship to a knightly world called Molech. There they discovered a Warp portal to the Realm of Chaos, which the Emperor would later enter. In it, the Emperor struck an unknown bargain with the Chaos Gods and was imbued with new power and knowledge that would ultimately create the Primarch. The Emperor left Sureka to guard the Gates of Molech until the world could be protected by the future Imperium of Man. Regardless of the deal the Emperor made with the Chaos Gods, the Chaos Gods later came to realize that the Emperor was the greatest threat to them of all intelligent life in the galaxy. It was not until the end of the Age of Strife that the Emperor intervened more directly in the fate of humanity, conquering the war-torn homeworld of humanity and establishing his direct rule over the Earth. The Emperor accepted that at the cost of the many casualties his conquests had resulted in finally uniting Mankind and protecting it from the continued depredations of the Warp. With the help of the Adeptus Mechanicus on Mars who joined the Emperor and Terran humans in accordance with the Treaty of Mars, the Imperium of Man was finally formally established at the end of the 30th Millennium. The Emperor created the original Space Marines and the Starfleet that would carry his armies across the galaxy. The purpose of this move is to hold a great expedition that will unify all human colonies formed from the Age of Strife to the Dark Age, and at the same time sweep, destroy or exile all alien races existing in the galaxy. The entire galaxy will become the territory of the human empire. The Emperor also created Superman's Primarchs, from which he developed the gene-seed of the Space Marines who formed the bulk of His Great Crusade. However, the Chaos Gods worked to thwart the Emperor's grand plans. The Primarchs were sucked into the Warp from genetic laboratories deep within the Imperial Palace and spread across the galaxy to inhabited planets. During the Great Crusade 18 of the 20 Primarchs were discovered and given to the Space Marine armies. As the Emperor traveled from planet to planet, some humans wanted to worship him like a god, but he forbade them, declaring "I am not a god, and I have no intention of enslaving humanity. I wish to liberate humanity from ignorance and superstition." However, the Primarch of the Word Bearers, Lorgar, who believed that man could only be whole through the worship of a god, succumbed to the constant whispers of the Chaos Gods and corrupted his entire Legion. Lorgar sent his Chief Chaplain Erebus to corrupt the other Primarchs and Legions. Just as the Imperium of Man was reaching its peak in the early 31st Millennium, Horus, the Primarch of the Emperor's most trusted son, the Luna Wolves (later known as the "Sons of Horus"), defected to Chaos due to his hubris and ambition, betraying the Emperor and at the same time fully half of the Space Marine forces, triggering a massive civil war. This rebellion is known in history as the "Horus Heresy". Although the Emperor ultimately defeated Horus, he himself was mortally wounded, and it was only through the Golden Throne that the Emperor was maintained in a state that, while not dead, was not truly alive either. Only the Emperor's spirit can travel freely in the Warp, seeking to guide humanity to a better future that becomes ever more distant.

The Emperor, leader of the Imperium of Man, is the most powerful psyker in the Imperium of Mankind and one of the few immortals in the Imperium. Originating from the ancient times of Terra, it is described in the fan work "If the Emperor Had a Talking Machine" as having existed 50,000 years ago. It was only after the Age of Strife that the Emperor could be said to truly appear among the people. He used genetic technology to stabilize human genes, established the human empire, and created twenty-one Primarchs (the Primarchs of the Alpha Legion were twin Primarchs, namely Alpharius and Omega), Thunder Warriors and Space Marines. And used their power to unify Terra, and then launched the largest military operation in the Human Empire-the Great Crusade. This military operation lasted for more than 200 years and unified most of the lost worlds. After the Horus Heresy, the Emperor was severely wounded by Horus in a decisive battle and had to be moved to stasis on the Golden Throne. It is currently speculated that his body is on the verge of death, and his soul has ascended due to the empire's fanatical belief in it, almost becoming the fifth god in the subspace. The projection is described as "a cold golden sun". He himself still relies on his psychic powers to seal the Webway Gate behind him and inject energy into the Star Torch. In order to preserve his soul and body, seal the Webway, and allow the Star Torch to continue to shine in the Warp, the Imperium will sacrifice the lives of 1,000 psykers every day. According to the records in Warhammer 40,000: rogue trade, the origin of the God-Emperor is very ancient. Apart from his own memory, there are only sporadic traces of his origin. According to this book, a group of ancient shamanic councils (the psykers who naturally appeared among humans at that time were called shamans. Because of their special abilities, they generally appeared as tribal wise men. So if you find a shaman when you explore a tribe, be sure to follow him on the adventure! Maybe he can be Use psychic powers to protect your psykers!) Discovered that the gods of the Warp were very dangerous to humans. In order to resist these dangers, thousands of psykers with the ability to be reincarnated resolutely gave up their lives and united their psychic powers in the Warp. A year later, the God-Emperor was born. Although the God-Emperor was born as a result of the self-sacrifice of thousands of shamans, the God-Emperor still had biological parents and likely had childhood and youth. Around 8000 BC, the God-Emperor was born into a small primitive pre-Hittite tribe on the banks of the Sakarya River. In the God-Emperor's youth, his father was murdered by his uncle (this is how the undivided demon "End of the Empire" Draconion was born). When the God-Emperor was preparing for his father's funeral, his innate spiritual power allowed him to see the truth of the murder. After that, the God-Emperor calmly faced his father-killing enemy, his uncle, without mercy or malice, and simply stopped his heart with pure spiritual power. According to the novel "The Master of Mankind" published in 2016, it was because of this incident that the God-Emperor understood that humans needed order, law, and guidance from leaders. Later, he left the village where he was born and set out for the first city where human civilization developed at that time. Subsequently, due to his nature as an immortal, the Emperor spent thousands of years roaming the world, constantly learning, researching, and hiding his influence on mankind behind the curtain of nobility/government/corporation, etc. Around the time of Diocletian the Great, in ancient Cyrene, present-day Libya, as a warrior (described as a knight in rich gold armor and a scarlet helmet, riding a horse as dark as midnight, carrying a lance made of the purest silver, embellished with his banner: a red and white banner depicting a soaring eagle catching a bolt of lightning). During this period, the God-Emperor fought a battle with a creature called the "Void Dragon", which may well be the origin story of the mythical "Saint George Slaying the Dragon." Without knowing the exact time, the God-Emperor trapped the Void Dragon on Mars in an unknown way. Around 1500, the energy of the three evil gods of Chaos (Tzeentch, Khorne, and Nurgle) became fully conscious. They were no longer chaotic and ignorant natural forces. They had self-awareness and officially became the future Chaos Evil Gods. During the Dark Age of Technology (starting from M15-18 and ending in M23-25, during which human technology developed rapidly) the God-Emperor and his servants went to the planet Molech and entered the chaotic subspace from above. In the subspace, the God-Emperor obtained a series of technologies and abilities from the evil gods of the subspace, including the creation of the original body. But the God Emperor, he didn't believe in the glib words of the evil gods, so he decided to be even more glib than the evil gods: Anyway, the technology is in my hands, and it's my decision when to pay, so I'll let you rely on it first. During this time, the God-Emperor discovered his golden throne in the deserts of Asia on Terra. The Golden Throne became an important tool for his later research, possessing many abilities and even the ability to explore the Eldar's Webway. At this point, the Emperor has reached the peak period of his life. He has tens of thousands of years of experience, tens of thousands of years of accumulated spiritual energy, tens of thousands of years of proficiency in various abilities, experience in all walks of life, etc. These, coupled with the precious technology sent by the Chaos Evil God, and the Webway technology brought by the Golden Throne, make him invincible. However, the real opportunity for him to become the great "Emperor", the lord of mankind, came during the Age of Strife. The Emperor possesses extraordinary wisdom and cares for all mankind. He understood that at this moment, one person must be needed to rule the world, and he was the best candidate. With the blessing of his great strength, he absorbed a large number of sages to join his team, and the army was strong. Under his leadership, his army was unstoppable and he quickly recaptured Terra and established the Human Empire. What happened next is familiar to us: the Emperor launched the Great Crusade to reclaim a world as lost to humanity as the sands of the Ganges. In the process, he has been promoting the "Imperial Truth" to the people: he has concealed the truth about the evil god of subspace, and always stated that there is no god in the world, whether a god or an evil god, and firmly denies that he has divinity; religion will destroy people, so he overthrew all religions in the empire, except for the Mechanicus. It must be said that this "policy of obscuring the people" is very effective. All citizens of the empire are not afraid of any enemies at all. They believe that the emperor's will will always be by their side and protect them. In front of this army composed of hundreds of millions of elite soldiers and generals, countless enemies were unable to stand up to the sharp edge and their traces were wiped away. The current situation was exactly what the Emperor wanted to see. At this moment, he handed over the command of the entire army to his beloved son, Horus, and returned to Terra to carry out the next step. However, things could not always be as beautiful as the Emperor hoped. Under the betrayal of Horus, the Emperor's entire plan was shattered. Horus, who had high hopes for him, stabbed him with his own hands. The galaxy is burning. The Emperor's great vision for humanity was shattered. Horus, his most beloved son, abandoned his father's light and turned into the embrace of Chaos. Finally, on the Chaos flagship of Horus, the Emperor personally granted death to the former Warmaster, but he himself was dying and had to transfer to the Golden Throne to linger, remaining half-dead and half-alive until the dark 41st millennium. However, the imperial truth he himself proposed was regarded as heresy, and the religion he was most disgusted with - the praises sung by the Word Bearers and the Holy Sayings that respected the emperor as a god - developed vigorously and formed the largest religion in the empire - the Imperial State Religion, which is still spread in the world today. But he himself could no longer stop it. With the Emperor's departure, the Empire began to decline heartbreakingly. But this plan is very risky. It can be said that its implementation is like dancing on the edge of a knife and seeking skin from a tiger. In fact, the success rate of implementation is the same as the success rate of a propeller biplane flying out of the solar system. Of course, everyone knows the result. The Emperor failed. The Evil God successfully took away his reward - half of the Imperial military and half of the Primarch. He also trapped the Emperor who tried to prostitute himself for nothing, making him live in a life worse than death on the Golden Throne. He controlled the Emperor and the Queen. The Evil God happily used his half of the Space Marines and the Primarch to turn the galaxy into a chaotic playground, and everyone was trapped in an endless dark war...

If we could see thousands of years into the future I hope humans would understand rational and macroscopic thinking Get rid of selfish and ignorant prejudices If we could see thousands of years into the future Human beings could be like the golden years of the past Standing proudly on the sea of ​​stars, lighting up this desperate starry sky with the torch of truth Perhaps our time and life in the past have long been insignificant in the long history But I hope that our individual courageous exploration and sacrifice will one day become the most solid cornerstone of the human empire I hope that one day we will use morality and humanity as the beacon to light the direction walk out of the white galaxy step into the endless sea of stars exhaust all the mysteries find the ultimate answer to the universe Hope is not dead, and may His Majesty the God-Emperor bless all living beings. If hope is dead, may we forge ahead and live up to everyone's expectations The Emperor is still hoping.​

The Dark Lord is the theoretical fifth God of Chaos, prophesied throughout history by both the Eldar and Men. But it was first mentioned publicly during the final stages of the Siege of Terra during the Horus Heresy. The Lord of Darkness represents total destruction without cause or purpose. While it was initially speculated that the Dark Lord was Horus or the Daemon Samus corrupted by Chaos, it eventually became apparent that the Dark Lord was in fact destined to be the Emperor of Mankind. When the Emperor faced Horus aboard the Vengeful Spirit during the final stages of the Siege of Terra, he realized that there was no hope of victory unless he gave himself greater power. Out of desperation, the Emperor absorbed the power of the Warp on an unprecedented scale, eventually emerging as an obsidian sphere surrounded by lightning. The Emperor's power was so great that he accidentally killed all the Custodes around him and turned them into severely burned zombies. The Emperor began to sweep across the madness of the Inevitable City, causing daemons, the Lost and the Damned, and even traitorous Space Marines to flee before him. The Emperor by this time had risen to become a full-fledged God of Chaos, and he believed that such an action was necessary to kill Horus and save humanity. Malcador was deeply saddened to see his friend become like this, and believed that the Emperor's actions had gone too far. But it was then that the Emperor met Aulanius Persson, John Grammaticus, Litto, and Garviel Loken. Persson faced his friend and brought him back from the abyss of corruption by calling upon the Emperor's own humanity. The Emperor encountered Persson in this specific time and place for the first time in thousands of years, and Persson was shocked and convinced the Emperor to gain confidence and give up the power he had received, even if it meant betting the future of humanity on a battle he might not win. This eventually convinced the Emperor to abandon his ascension to the Dark Lord's husk, which resulted in a shockwave of energy sweeping across Terra and the Spirit of Vengeance, driving away much of the corruption of the Warp spread by the Traitors. Although the Dark Lord's emergence was prevented by the Emperor's decision, the God of Chaos will appear at the prophesied moment, for time has no meaning to Chaos, and the Dark Lord's servants and his rule already exist.

She could see the Dark Lord. He is here, in this world. Even with her damaged mind and blind eyes, it was impossible not to see him, for his all-consuming darkness was as bright and fierce as a dark star. He is everywhere and omnipotent, burning and melting everything around him with his radiating heat. Such a huge thing. Even in her wildest foresight, she had never imagined such an existence. The size of the universe no longer accommodates him. The Chaos Power is but a ghost in his shadow, the all-powerful Warp yielding to his words, powerless against his tidal pull. Horror. Beauty. Incredible. Unthinkable. The Lord of Darkness is here, and every atom in the universe will be changed. She tried to look at him, watching him as he approached. The mere sight destroyed her. Awe killed her like a bolt of lightning. But even though she is dead, she is still alive. She won't look again. She can't. She closed her mind and succumbed to dust, darkness and pain. At that moment, she saw clearly who he was. Everything has indeed changed. Everything they thought was wrong. All assumptions were wrong. Ruin prevailed, deeper and more complete than their worst expectations. The Dark Lord is here, but he's not who they thought he was at all. The essence of this world is trembling. Both material and immaterial things trembled at the impact. In every atom of the physical universe, the electrons swirling around the proton core quiver, briefly stopping to follow their quantum obligations. The power of the King of Darkness was dispelled, and it surged back to the highest sky from where it came, taking with it the broken prophecies and floating predictions it had originally brought. The lifeless wept together, their whispers turning into soliloquy, twisted back into broken lies; their future, once so certain, suddenly became unreal. The curse of the Lord of Darkness left the material universe and returned to the coffin of myth that was waiting to be erupted. At least, in this day and age. The devil's despair is fleeting. As the dazzling light spreads and then dissipates, their sadness turns to joy. They saw another victory, not the grand and complete destruction of the Dark Lord, but it was also the victory they had longed for. The death of humanity. Destroyed victory. The coronation of Horus Luperkar in the High Heavens. Undivided chaos coalesced into an incomparable vessel. An end, a death. At the epicenter of the release, many figures staggered and fell in the searing flash that erupted from the Lord of Mankind. The light engulfed them. When the black mirror shell of the sphere shattered and exploded, Olanès Persson, John Grammaticus, Lorcan Gavir and LE 2 fell into the dust and were swept away by the erupting power. The same happened to Kekartus Dast, who fell to his knees from the impact of the power. But the light did not kill them. In the final seconds before his divinity dissipated, the Emperor channeled the forces he was dispelling. He did not do this out of emotion or kindness. He needs allies. He needs everyone. He protects those who come to him from the psychic winds by enveloping them in his aura. He held them gently in his palms like eggshells. They didn't deserve to die like this. But it was too late for the other Sentinels, the heroic bodyguards who were burned to death at the height of his destructive power. Their stiff bodies were torn apart in the explosion like dry firewood, with charred bones and armor fragments flying everywhere, disintegrating in the surging power, until finally, only debris remained in the smoke, leaving only a few remnants of feet, calves and knees, like the stumps of a felled tree. For them, it was too late. They cannot rise from the dead. But for others, it is a final gift of life and rebirth, a parting gift from a god before he abdicates. Orr woke up in the billowing smoke and found that the countless pain and bruises on his body had disappeared, his fatigue was gone, his old uniform became new and tidy, and his rifle gleamed as if it had just left the factory. Loken stood up, the burden of his horrific hallucinations mercifully diluted, allowing his tortured will to regroup. Li Tu's wounds healed, and his damaged armor returned to its original state. John blinked and used his healed hands to pull the bandage off his no longer mangled face. The air is filled with holy incense [1], which is the emperor's blessing. The last of the bodyguards, Kekartus Dast stood up, his Aquila armor gleaming, his flesh and bones looking brand new. A bright mark gleamed on his breastplate. He turned around and saw that where the painful black sphere had been before, there was now only a lonely figure. Its cloak fluttered in the wind of the wasteland, and white dust swirled around it. A figure wearing golden armor. A king. His master. Having abandoned divinity, he is now nothing more than a mortal, but he still has the power of eternal life. The giant in golden armor unsheathed his sword. The final battle is about to begin. The released immaterial energy spreads, and the rolling shock wave spreads through the realm of transmutation. The vast land of the City of Necessity was destroyed by the spreading ether hurricane, and thousands of kilometers of the supernatural realm collapsed. The Spirit of Vengeance's hull shattered and reformed, itself rocking in the psychic waves. On Terra in the material world, where the palace was still well preserved, every communication and communications system was activated in an instant, screaming out the soul-stirring death chants of the dying stars in unison. They continued to hum and mourn long after the shock wave had passed. It is an outpouring of divine energy, a voluntary release of unwise power. But it's also a calling. Just as he turned the bits of dispelled power into blessings for those around him, so the Emperor dealt with the last of his divinity, turning another fragment of his spiritual power into a call to arms, a call to action for all who were still alive and close enough to hear his voice. At the 59th second of the battle, the firm star that guided them blinked, trembled and disappeared. Constantine did not see how it disappeared. He and his remaining warriors were weaving through a mountain stream that cut through the Carrion Mountains, fighting things that squirmed and jumped from every direction, screaming like a boiling kettle or hissing like a leaking gas tank. The fierce momentum of the battle did not slow down at all. Amid the stench that towered into the sky, they were still fighting against the inanimate beings. Those translucent abominable bodies emerged from the blistered carrion cliffs next to them like maggot hatchlings, dragging mucus and long cartilage tails towards the Custodes. Most of them even had the afterbirth and ovaries attached to them. From the moment they are born, before they learn to walk, they are eager to learn to kill. Three of them felled Diocletian Cross. Constantine rushed to the tribune's aid, cutting off the writhing forms over him, tearing at their new-born carapace, still wet and soft, to help Cross free himself from their bonds. He felt rather than saw the stars going out. The cold suddenly came, and the suffocating darkness swallowed them up again, as deep and impenetrable as before. What followed was blind chaos, a series of crazy collisions in the darkness, liquid splashing, inhuman screams and pain. He was lost, he thought. They are lost now. He was gone, His light was gone, and they were about to die in this abandoned canyon just as hopelessly as they had begun. Then, a shock wave of light suddenly swept across them. Under the impact, they all fell and rolled to the ground, and the ugly bodies that attacked them disintegrated one after another, screaming as the light pulled them out of their bodies, turning into a pool of filthy liquid. The shock wave subsided. As Constantine and his remaining Custodes climbed to their feet, they could still see fragments of azure ectoplasm and traces of psychic energy fluttering like torn linen in the hazy light overhead. Constantine began climbing up the fistula-like trench, using his spear as a crutch for support. Others followed him. He could hear something. A whisper in neural synergy. A call. A voice. At the top of the slope, they saw that the ground, crisscrossed with ditches like brain tissue, sloped downwards, turning into a bleached wasteland composed of white dust and crumbling ruins, just like the wind blowing on the beach, turning pebbles into sand. Parts of the flagship's superstructure were blown away, metal rather than flesh emerging from the dust, arches appearing in places, and even parts of the ceiling. The sky came into view now, low and empty and sickly green, with lightning flashing along the low horizon. He could hear the voice clearly. A concise, warm[2] sentence carved from the original thought echoed in his mind. A call. The last call to fight, firm but sad. A war cry. Those who can still hear me, join me now. The essence of creation is constantly vibrating. Both material and immaterial objects vibrate with fear. The electrons spinning around every atomic nucleus in the real world and the material universe are transmuting and temporarily no longer obey their mysterious quantum constraints. The power of the Lord of Darkness was expelled and dispersed, pouring back to the highest heaven from whence it came, taking away the debris and prophecies like duckweed, and brought it back here. The unborn groaned collectively, and their whispers turned to their inner selves, twisting into lies and fictitious sarcasm; the future they were so sure of, accidentally became unreal and credible. The Dark Lord's malevolent curse fades from the physical universe, returning to the seething coffin in which His myth is brewed. At least that's how it should be for this era. The demons' despair is short-lived. As the glare spread and began to subside, their painful sinking turned into blissful ecstasy. They witnessed another victory, not the majestic and absolute destruction of the Dark Lord, but still the great victory they had longed for. The fall of man, the victory of the power of destruction. The supreme coronation of Horus Luperkar Chaos will be bound intact in an unparalleled vessel. This is the end, and this is death. (It's over, it's all over) When the center of the sacred light erupted, the physical bodies and figures staggered to their knees and fell to the ground, burned away by the spiritual power spurted out by the Emperor. The bright light swallowed them up. Orperson, John Grammaticus, Gavier Loken and LE 2 (the prototype Astartes sent to Erda by the old man Huang) were rolling in the dust, blind and helpless, as if a giant black mirror-like ball burst and exploded. They curled up like a fetus, but were overturned and carried away by the gushing force like an avalanche. Even Kekartus Dast (Governor of the Custodes) was hammered to his knees. But the light did not kill them. In the last moments when divinity was about to disappear, the Emperor guided the majestic power he poured out. He didn't do this out of emotion or mercy, he just needed allies, he needed everyone. He wraps those who come to Him with a golden aura very gently, and allows it to protect them from the greedy, thirsty and predatory psychic storms. He lifted them up carefully, like holding fragile eggshells. This was not the way they should devote themselves. However, it was too late for the other Custodes. Those brave and valiant members of the Emperor's bodyguard were destroyed and burned while the Emperor was in agony. Their hard bodies exploded in the explosion and scattered like firewood. It decomposed in the endless and majestic power until it was completely destroyed, leaving only the blackened bones and scattered armor. Then even these wreckage disappeared in the dust and smoke, leaving only broken arms and legs, broken bones, like chopped down ancient trees. It's too late, they can never rise again from the dead. But for those who survived, this was the last gift from a saint who abandoned his throne, a blessing of life that brought them back to life Or Persson woke up in the floating dust and found that the countless scars on his body had disappeared, the fatigue had left him, his old clothes were brand new, and his rifle was as shiny as the day it was first cast. Loken knelt and got up. The weight of the terrible illusion had been dissolved and diluted in kindness, and his mind, which was riddled with holes, regained clarity. Li Tu's wounds have healed without leaving a trace, and his damaged armor has been reforged. In the blink of an eye, John used his crippled hands to tear off the bandages on his mutilated face. The air was filled with holy incense, which was the emperor's grace and blessing. The last imperial guard, Kekartus, his fine gold armor shone with dazzling light, his bones regenerated blood and flesh, and his body reappeared intact. Marks as bright as stars shined on his breastplate. He looked back and saw that the despairing black ball no longer existed. A solitary figure stands in the deserted land, its cloak fluttering in the wild wind, and white dust billowing around it. A king in golden armor, his master. Abandon divinity, leaving only a mortal body. But the eternal power still flows within it. The golden giant slowly drew out the cold and cold sword. The final battle is imminent, almost at hand.

Loken tried to stop his father, but his father was unstoppable. Nothing can stop this extremely terrifying, bloody incarnation of chaos. It swells ugly with the power that fills its body, and is extremely confident. Horus didn't even need to touch him. As soon as Loken raised his sword, he was swept aside by the crackling immaterial energy field surrounding his father's bloody body. The stinging halo blew Loken away, as if the wind had lifted up a grain of dust, causing him to clang and roll aside along the dark deck. He stood up on his knees, feeling numb all over and dizzy. He shouted his father's name, but to no avail. Even his voice was drowned by the rapid whispers that filled the royal court. So he could only open his eyes full of tears and watch Horus Luperkar commit his final blasphemy and kill the Emperor. There is no joy in this. There is no feeling of victory. There is not even the satisfaction of ending, not even the sense of achievement of winning the battle and achieving surrender. Kill a helpless man, use your hammer to smash his head on the deck when he can't even stand up or open his eyes... Who have you become who has done this? What a warrior. What a war master. At least, the endless army of lifeless people around you is very joyful. They are whispering. Whispering to each other. Their silent ecstasy and inarticulate murmurs ring out all around you, filling the court and even beginning to drown out the crackle of burning warp power like the crackling of firewood. What are they talking about? "Stop whispering," you tell them. You haven't had time to hear them cheer. You need some time to think. Can't they see it? You need some time to digest it all and concentrate. Look what you've done. The gods are omnipotent, they can do no wrong, but look what you did. You pluck the Worldbreaker's spiked hammer from the deck. Blood and years dripped from it. There aren't even skulls left to place on the altar of your chapel. Your sledgehammer crushes His head completely, creating a deep crater in the floor below. There is only a ball of blood, flesh pulp, fine bone residue, tangled hair, and a fallen, unblinking eyeball—— Be strong now. As a Warmaster... It does not represent glory and prestige, but the power to persevere to the end, even if the end is full of regrets and difficult to accept. War requires this strength, and only the strongest have the courage to finish what they start. You are naturally the most powerful. After all, war is always a bloody and tragic enterprise, and only the strongest will understand that once war is launched, they must be prepared to accept the price. He was only a mortal, and now He is dead. Forget about that. Forget about this mutilated mass of horror at your feet. Remember what He was. Remember what you were fighting against in the first place. Tyrant. The King of Eternity. Fraud. A cruel master who enslaved an entire species and took advantage of you all. Traitor. The conspirators who have spent thirty thousand years weaving His damning secret plans never for a moment consider the blood and lives that will be spilled in His plans. Yes, that's what I think. Let yourself be content with that. Let these thoughts be your comfort. Think of His crimes, His tyranny. Recall that He, He alone, knew that suffering would create demons and monsters on the other side of reality, but He also thought it would be appropriate to cultivate a generation of superhuman warriors like you to conquer the stars. It wasn't until Chaos became an unmistakable threat that couldn't be ignored that he seemed to begin to regret the bloody consequences of his actions. You should have turned against Him long ago. For the wisdom and sanity you and your brothers possess, you all should have done this long ago. Long before Ullanor, long before the Great Crusade began to bleed the stars, you should have gathered them. These brothers of yours, all masters of war, born to understand the nature of battle... You could have stood together and asked Him to surrender, deprived Him of his power, stopped this from happening, right there - If He refused, you could have stopped Him. Together you are. You can stop Him neatly before the cost becomes trillions of lives. A quick finish. A neat death. But they are all so much like Him, each of them is a copy of Him. Rogge was too stubborn to listen, Sanguinius was too tolerant and couldn't see the flaws, Russ was too conceited... Throne, they are all like this! They are all so much like Him, even those who chose your side when the blood first started flowing. Fulgrim loved his own glory too much, Angron was too miserable to tell the difference, and Magnus... Magnus was too stubborn. All of them, all of them, all of them... Are so much like Him, because that's how He created them. They are so much like their father. Your father. But you are different. You are the only one who has overcome this bloodline inheritance. You still retain your truth. Only you are so strong. You saved the human race, at least what was left of it. Remember this. To do this, you'd have to smash your helpless father's skull into the floor. The cause is naturally just, but scandal is its price. Your own father. You try not to think about this part. You try not to think of Him that way. You try to forget the bond you once had, the thirty glorious years, how proud you were to be His first-born son... That's all over. You need to take time to compose yourself. How long it takes is up to you. A time of mourning. A time of reflection. You just need peace now. A lasting peace. Some silence. But the whispers continued. The whispers were deafening. "Stop," you whispered. Why can't they just leave you alone? They've been whispering behind your back ever since Mallowhurst first woke you from your sleep to initiate your final enlightenment. No, not Mallowhurst. It's Agnes. Right. That boy, Gino Agnes. Oh, it's those whispers that bite at your brain and make it hard to think. You need to calm down so that you can analyze these point by point, so that when you dictate to Messati Orliton, she can record everything truthfully, and record how much effort you have put in, what a torturous struggle you have had with your own conscience, and what a heavy price you have paid. But those whispers... "Step aside," you said. The walls are breathing. It was as bright as being in the blazing starlight of Calastar's open air, or in the tangled labyrinth of Uigebealach in the fiery warp. The light was almost crazy bright, flickering and falling from the leaves swaying in the breeze. Or something like a leaf. You don't care. You didn't even look. You hear someone crying somewhere close behind you. His cry was so different from a whisper that you could forgive him. You can understand Lorcan's sadness because that's what you feel in your heart too. You didn't look back. You couldn't take your eyes off your father's body. "Help me," you turned around and said, "Gavel... Help me. Help me sort out his remains [1]." You heard him stand up and walk behind you. You knelt on the ground and held your father's body in your arms. At least this is what He has left. He is so light, so fragile, as light as nothing. Like a rag, a bundle of firewood, dry and paper-thin— "Please, Luperkar, stop," Loken said. "It's too late," you reply. You cleared your throat. "I've stopped, Gavir. It's over. It's done." "It's not too late now," he replied. You hold your father in your arms and turn to look at him. Loken looked up at you, his eyes dark and empty, his sword forgotten on the deck behind him. "Help me tidy him up," you say, "help me give him a dignified rest. After all, he was my father." "It's not too late," Loken added, "not for you, and not for us. You have accomplished what you set out to do. Now let go of that power." "Why should I do this?" You ask. "To prove that you are Horus. To prove that you are a man and not a puppet." "I told you—" "You did. But they had you in their grasp, and their lies deceived you. Prove them wrong. You said you gained this power to achieve this end. Well, the end has been achieved now, Father. If you were telling the truth, you There is no need for this power now. Put it aside while you can, and prove to the world that you are still one of them, and let the evil gods know that you are not their plaything, and you are not a helpless tool in their plans." "The power is mine," you said. Why doesn't this kid understand anything? "This power belongs to me and can be retained and used by myself as I see fit. This is not a question of power, Loken, but what you use it for. It is not as evil as you think." "Didn't you just kill a golden monarch in the dark cathedral?" Loken said, "Were those light and dark faces chosen by themselves?" "Those are just faces!" You smiled, "It's just a reflection of thoughts. Darkness versus light or something. Did you see it? I chose that face just to correspond to the glorious image He showed arrogantly. Darkness is not evil, Loken, just as light is not the same as goodness and truth. These are just symbols-" "Symbols have their own power, Father-" "It's not as simple as you think, my child." "Then throw them away," Loken said. "Get rid of them, get rid of this darkness, this black heart, get rid of this terrifying palace. Now that you have done it, throw away this power. Use the one thing you once had that your father did not." "What thing?" You asked. Loken put his hand on his chest. "A heart with feelings," he said bitterly. "You just killed your father. It's time for you as a human being to show how you feel about it." His words stung you. Does he really think of you that way? Can't he see it? Maybe... Maybe there is some truth in what he said. Maybe you really should get rid of this scary dark side to show that you are in control and not the other way around? The matter is over after all. That would be a relief. That will lift the weight off your limbs, ease the guilt in your heart, and remove the dead air from your mind. You can breathe again, be hurt, grieve what happened, put on white and gold mourning. That will make the pain go away. That will justify your actions. I can see you in the future. You dare not imagine a future where the understanding of you is stuck in this image. So you let it go. For just a moment, you gave up your power. Only one second. You let it fall away from you, like a fallen cloak. You let it withdraw from your body like a retracted knife. When you pull it out, its sharp thorns scratch your flesh and bone marrow. You let it flow from you, pour out of you like blood. It was so much, but the bleeding would eventually stop. The whispers sounded again, with great horror. They're screaming at you. "Stop," you say, "I am not controlled by anyone." But the whispers do not subside. They coil around you, telling over and over what they've been saying since it all began, like dead leaves fluttering in the breeze and rustling beneath your feet. Like the dry elytra of a beetle. Like a buzzing moth. Like the flames spitting out from the subspace, endless - What are they talking about? How annoying. You can almost hear what they are saying. That name. A name... No, a phrase, was being chanted over and over again, its sound amplified by the power of the psychic voice, echoing over and over again. A phrase composed of white light, chanted by a million voices. Two million. A complete species. The Emperor must live. No, that's not - Say it with me, as say it to me. The Emperor must live. No! Raise your hands. He must survive. A strategy. One last trick. One last damn trick! A wrench to pry open your armor. A feint to weaken your defenses. An encore before the magician exits. The last desperate plot of an eternal and ruthless schemer. You tried to throw your father's body aside, knowing it was part of the trick, but it dissipated into papery dust and glowing ash. It turns out that it is just a face, the empty shell left behind when the golden cicada sheds its shell. He is not dead yet. In anger and despair, you shouted. You try to draw the power back into yourself, but now that it has slipped out and is surrounding you like a puddle of dark, slimy, heavy liquid, it is unwilling to respond immediately, obey your orders, or return to the body container that once housed it and then expelled it from your body. You frantically try to take it back because you have to be ready to protect yourself. What's worse... Your human heart, now exposed, feels a sense of relief. A joy. Your father is not dead. Your father is not dead yet. You didn't kill Him. He is alive - Loken faces you, His sword raised in his hand. But that wasn't Lorcan. Never. Loken is still lying on the deck to your left, where you initially threw him, looking over in horror. Is this some kind of miracle? You won't die like this. You won't be fooled by such a trick. Power begins to flow back into your veins. It's dark. Sweet pain. A reassuring fury. That power— Loken comes to you. Another Lorcan. Not Lorcan's Lorcan. The sword in his hand is no longer Rubio's old sword. The sword in His hand is that huge war sword. That face was no longer Loken's face, but His face. Loken's face dissipates into the mist of the void, and your father, covered in blood, greets you with majestic steps. He was badly wounded. The blood on His face and mangled arms was dry and black. But there is a light in His body, and the light shoots out from behind His eyes. That pure white light comes from a species that believes in Him beyond all rationality in the midst of madness, and trusts Him beyond all logic. It comes from a species that regards Him as a shield and protector, and has full confidence in such an imagination, making it a reality. He cannot fight you alone.

Technological, magical and civilized civilization, why don't you bring out my Tian Ting number - Arceus? Isn't this a very professional counterpart?