He was the strongest Psyker in human history, the strongest protector.
He once delved deep into the Warp, seizing the authority of the Chaos Gods, and obtaining the power of the Chaos Eight-Pointed Star.
He became a man who, with a mortal body, could fight against gods, earn the awe of the Aeldari, and even make the Necron feel insane.
He is the Emperor, the Emperor, the Scourge of Chaos, the absolute leader of the Imperium, the All-Father, the Golden King, the Omnissiah, Big E, the Xenos Terminator, the Ancestor, the Outsider.
So numerous are his names.
So glorious are his deeds.That no human could ever stand beside him.
Nourished by the Tree of Life, the Emperor slowly opened his eyes, The moment he officially awoke on the Golden Throne.Throughout the entire Imperium, countless Ecclesiarchy shrines simultaneously erupted with beams of light, shooting towards the sky.
Countless The Great Angels appeared, flapping their wings, singing and praising in ancient melodies.
Their previous forms were terrifying, with ferocious faces.
enough to be the boss in any horror movie, as faith was purified and human civilization returned to its proper course.These The Great Angels regained their beautiful and benevolent appearance.
Each one was incredibly cute, fair-skinned, tender, and chubby.
making one want to take them home, after ten thousand years of slumber, ten thousand years of torment, the Emperor returned with the help of Daniel and his many children.
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This also signified the arrival of the Final War.
Humanity versus the Chaos Gods, the material realm versus the immaterial realm; both sides would determine the true victor.
Whoever wins will gain dominion over the galaxy.
He stood at the highest point of the Golden Throne, looking down at his children and subjects.
Everyone spontaneously knelt.
Primarchs, Custodians, priests, Martian Tech-Priests, and so on.
everyone knelt in reverence.
Except for the players and Daniel; they simply watched from the side, even cracking jokes.
"What a magnificent physique, his muscles must be huge and hard, I really want to touch them."
Little Alpaca looked at the Emperor with a shy expression, a veritable Tokyo pervert, a string of black lines appeared on Daniel's forehead, who stood beside the Throne.
Does it have to be this outrageous, sister?
Complaints aside, there was nothing Daniel could do.
The Emperor's power was already so immense that the material Universe could not contain his existence.
For this, there had to be an anchor point, and Daniel was that anchor point.
He diverted the Emperor's power, maintaining the concept of the Emperor's existence, allowing him to appear in the material Universe in his complete form.
Therefore, he couldn't move freely, and could only watch these players make outrageous moves and utter outrageous remarks.
"So golden, so cute, I want to feed him."
"I also want to raise an Emperor, the cute kind."
"Let's have a pet system in the future, I'll raise The Great Angels and the Emperor, both golden and adorable."
Little Fish also nodded in agreement.
The Emperor's mouth twitched slightly, although he had a certain immunity to the existence of these high-dimensional players.Their occasional outrageous remarks still made him feel a momentary blackout.
"What a majestic figure!" Warmaster also drooled, "He looks so safe and secure."
"You're a man!" Spaceking retorted, "Your words make me question your sexual orientation."
"It's an era of gender equality now, Men also need a sense of security, okay?"
"Speaking of which, we should send you to fight Nurgle, let those fat guys' tentacles grope you all over."
Warmaster protested.
"You're absolutely perverted!" Spaceking gave Warmaster the middle finger, "You won't find any girls who like you like this in Holy Terra."
"But I was just confessed to yesterday." Warmaster shrugged helplessly, "No choice, good modeling is popular."
"Which woman is so blind as to confess to an insensitive guy like you?" Gray interjected, at these words, Natasha's face instantly darkened.
She and Warmaster were students at the same academy, and, unfortunately, she was the one who confessed.
She couldn't be blamed for this; who could refuse a man who was strong, resilient, and responsible?
His only flaw was that his mind was like a rock.
he simply didn't understand hints, before Natasha could react, someone broke the moment.
"Such an important plot, are you all so unserious?"
Mordecai, who had been missing for a long time, appeared before everyone, surprising them.
During this time, Mordecai had been busy with the research institute and rarely went on adventures with them.
Now, suddenly popping up, he startled Warmaster and the others.
"I thought you were missing!" Warmaster grumbled, "You didn't even come when we fought Nurgle and Slaanesh."
"You didn't see how awesome I was then, one sword, one Lesser Daemon, making them cry for their daddies and mamas, At that time, I regretted not bringing background music; how lonely it is to be invincible."
"Swimming in a cesspool is just swimming in a cesspool, not 'how lonely it is to be invincible'!" Spaceking said.
"Uh, you should talk less." Natasha said irritably.
"I encountered some problems in Holy Terra, I didn't even make it to the celebration banquet for the successful completion of the South Heaven Gate before entering the game for the festivities."
Mordecai's words made the surrounding players' eyes widen.
They had indeed seen the news of the successful completion of the South Heaven Gate some time ago, and were amazed at how fast the nation's technology was developing, like flying a plane.
They didn't expect that a participant was among them.
"That's amazing!" Yuji said, "You're my idol, Mordecai."
"Idol +1"
"+1"
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"Awesome, no need to say more."
"You all better be quiet, the plot is about to begin." Mordecai said, "Recently, the official side has been continuously releasing internal beta slots, and currently, online players have exceeded ten million, all concentrated on the Moro Battlefield."
"Now that the Emperor has awakened, the final decisive battle is about to begin."
"Haha, I've already fused nineteen fragments of law, Punching Nurgle, the Plague God, and kicking Tzeentch, the old man, is no longer a challenge." Warmaster said confidently, "My greatsword is already thirsting for battle, I will invade the Warp and seize the thrones of the Chaos Gods."
"Nineteen fragments of law? Where did you get those fragments of law?" Fred, beside him, looked curious.
"I got some from killing the gods of those minor civilizations before, and more when I invaded the Garden of Nurgle and Slaanesh's realm." Warmaster explained, "I've fused them all, Now I feel infinitely close to a Primarch."
"When are we having a grand birthday celebration to open the Guide's eyes?" SeriousSam asked.
Daniel, standing next to the Throne:
"......"
No!!
I'm so good to you guys? And you're still thinking of giving me a grand birthday celebration??
No choice, once the big decisive battle is over, I'll release a dungeon system.
Otherwise, if these guys are cooped up for too long, they might actually throw a grand birthday celebration and it'll be over.
The Emperor stretched out his hand, and surging faith and psychic power churned within his body, A powerful light burst out, piercing through the ceiling of the Throne Room, and shot towards the firmament.
Countless gods in the galaxy also radiated powerful light like the sun.
The people of Holy Terra, and even the people of the entire Imperium, devoutly knelt on one knee, welcoming their King of Kings, a grand voice permeated the air, repeating and overlapping, as if countless beings were shouting the same name.
"King of Kings, Emperor."
"In the name of the Emperor, I command you to return." The Emperor spoke, his voice transcending time and space.
In ancient, primitive times, a boy holding his father's skull killed his uncle, completing his revenge.
He looked up at the sky as if sensing something, his eyes turning golden, and repeated the words.
"In the name of the Emperor, I command you to return."
In the first city-state built by humanity, the first human monarch sat on his throne, presiding over the judgment of a prisoner below.
He used the first legal code he had compiled to pronounce the death sentence on the prisoner, After the traitor was dragged away, the monarch closed his eyes, and when he reopened them, they had turned golden.
"In the name of the Emperor, I command you to return."
In addition, at the Tower of Babel, at the coronation ceremony of humanity's first unified emperor, at the Passion of Jesus, various roles once played by the Emperor opened their eyes at their respective historical moments.
Without exception, all turned golden, and they uniformly uttered the same words.
"In the name of the Emperor, I command you to return."
"In the name of the Emperor, I command you to return."
The voice permeated the entire timeline of human civilization.
Subsequently, the timeline of human civilization disappeared, with only the Emperor's voice echoing.
The Final War began, To prevent the Chaos Gods from causing trouble using the timeline, the Emperor directly collapsed the past into the present.
The timeline completely disappeared.
Only by defeating the Emperor and humanity in the present could humanity possibly be destroyed; otherwise, even erasing the past would be futile.
One by one, light holes appeared in the Throne Room, and the heroes who should have been utterly destroyed returned.
The first was an elder, holding a scepter with a burning Aquila, as soon as he stepped out, he saluted the Emperor.
"My Eternal Lord, my Ancient King."
This elder was naturally Malcador.
The Emperor nodded with a cold expression, no longer as human as when he spoke through a speaker.
Of course, this was merely an appearance.
If one were to eavesdrop on the Emperor and Malcador's telepathic conversation, they would discover that these two were not good people either.
"Ah, finally back, This is a sure win, right?"
"Absolutely, This time I'm going to beat those four bastards until they shit themselves, then beat them into their own shit."
"Nurgle, the Plague God, might not care much about feces or urine."
"Then I'll use a high-pressure disinfectant spray gun to wash him sparkling clean, then lock him in a sterile cell, making him cry out in despair as he looks at his clean, sterile body."
Daniel:
"......"
If it really comes to it, you two should also get player identities, after a brief conversation, Malcador stood behind the Emperor.
Next was the Emperor's first Warmaster, Ollanius, who was torn into a mist of blood by Horus during the climactic battle of the Horus Heresy while protecting the Emperor, alivia Sureka, who lost her eternal life during the Horus Heresy to revive Malcador.
Zhentia Kholer, the Soulless Queen, who was killed by Khârn during the fall of the Lion's Gate spaceport.
Ollanius Piers, the High-Land Phalanx soldier, who faced Angron during the fall of the Lion's Gate and was killed by Angron.
Skitarii Processing Unit-7Y1, who assisted in defending the Imperial Palace on Holy Terra, a renowned Magos and friend of Arkhan Land, died after the fall of the Eternal Wall.
Shen Kai, a servant of the Ninth Legion, serving the Sorrowful Messenger, Zephon, died after the fall of the Eternal Wall.
One after another, countless more.
Those who had departed, those who had fallen in battle, those who had been destroyed, those who had been devoured, at the Emperor's call, these individuals returned once more to fight this Final War for humanity.
Ferrus also returned, clad in battle armor, wielding a massive hammer, stepping forward slowly, behind him was the organized Cursed Legion, boundless and endless, Those warriors who had sacrificed in the Emperor's name, who had fought to their last breath in the Emperor's name, they had returned.
Ferrus silently returned to the ranks of the Primarchs.
"It is time."
The Emperor stepped to the edge of the Golden Throne.
"For ages, the Warp has been invading, encroaching upon the living space of the material Universe, but now, the time has come for all to be settled, We must let them know that humanity is not the weak races of the past, We are united, we are immensely powerful, The galaxy, and indeed the entire universe, shall tremble beneath our feet."
The Emperor drew his sword, and golden flames blazed fiercely.
His body shone as brightly and brilliantly as the sun, dazzling beyond compare, radiating endless light.
He illuminated the entire galaxy; no matter where they were, no matter what they were doing, every human saw the Emperor's figure.
His will and power broke the shackles of time and space.
"Let war descend, let the galaxy burn, humanity shall achieve victory."
"Advance the troops, victory is certain!"
As his voice fell, the shouts were deafening.
In the Sol System, the completed megastructures were simultaneously activated, emitting terrifying roars, and then, they all burst forth with brilliant light.
Previously, Daniel had instructed the Fabricator-General of Mars to construct megastructures.
These megastructures were not merely wonders; they also served various purposes, When combined, they formed a giant lighthouse capable of teleporting Imperial forces to designated areas, a teleportation beyond anyone's imagination began.
Countless Imperial warriors joined the battlefield, and then the Emperor also stepped into the battlefield.
The moment Horus saw his father, he charged forward.
"Let Terra fight again, Horus." Sanguinius charged towards Horus.
"This is a foolish decision." Horus wielded Worldbreaker, meeting his resurrected brother in battle.
Worldbreaker and Horus' Claw were both Horus' equipment, Blessed by the Chaos Gods, they possessed immense power, after the Horus Heresy, they fell into Abaddon's hands, but now, Horus had been brought back from the past by the combined efforts of the Chaos Gods, and these two divine artifacts returned to Horus' hands.
This process didn't even require Abaddon's consent.
The divine artifacts automatically dissipated from him and reappeared on Horus.
The two Primarchs once again erupted into a heaven-shaking battle.
Unlike in the past, Sanguinius had also received blessings, at this moment, he possessed both the power of faith and the Emperor's blessing, as well as cutting-edge equipment crafted for him by Daniel.
Combined, he was in no way inferior to Horus.
The two Primarchs engaged in a fierce battle, and the terrifying aftershocks shattered space and time, tearing open rifts of immense horror.
Horus swung his heavy warhammer, smashing it towards Sanguinius.
the Great Angel's wings spread in the air, dodging the terrifying blow from his enraged older brother.
Immediately after, he rushed towards Horus with a terrifying surge of energy.
Clang!!
The spear swung down with immense power, and Horus raised his warhammer to block.
The collision between the two created a terrifying shockwave.
The ground trembled violently, and powerful energy swept through, briefly dispelling the shadows of the battlefield and sending both daemons and Imperial warriors flying.
This strike caught Horus off guard; caught unaware, he stumbled back a few steps.
Immediately after, a pure burst of energy erupted from Sanguinius' hand, sending Horus flying.
With a thud, Horus landed in the distance, making a dull impact sound.
"Surrender." Sanguinius said calmly, looking at the fallen Horus.
"You've said that before." Horus replied, getting up, and with a flick of his hand, Worldbreaker flew back into his grasp.
"Times have changed." Sanguinius said, "Humanity has gained the upper hand; the tides of attack and defense have reversed."
"Is that so? I don't think so."
As his words fell.
Horus charged at Sanguinius with sudden and ferocious speed, so much so that he barely had time to react.
The Worldbreaker hammer contained the power of Chaos.
The heavy hammerhead was enveloped in an unnatural light of sorcery, incredibly evil, as the hammerhead moved, cracks appeared in space.
His attacks rained down on Sanguinius like a storm.
Each blow was heavy and full of power.
Sanguinius could only defend passively.
"You can't defeat me." Horus roared, "Even without the blessings of the Chaos Gods, you can't defeat me."
"I am destined for victory, both in the past and now."
"You still have a choice, Sanguinius, if you don't want to repeat the past, then kneel and submit to me."
"You still haven't recognized the situation." Sanguinius said, a smile playing on his lips, "You are indeed very powerful, and I may not necessarily defeat you, but do you really think I would fight you one-on-one?"
No sooner had he spoken than Leman Russ, the Wolf King, wielding the Spear of Dionysus, suddenly appeared behind Horus.
The sharp spear instantly pierced his body, making him cry out in pain.
"Have you become so despicable now? Do you actually want to gang up on me?"
Horus was both shocked and enraged; black blood gushed from the wound, spilling onto the ground, a gruesome sight.
"You didn't give me a fair duel on the Vengeful Spirit back then either."
"You used the home advantage the Chaos Gods gave you, and you really gave me a beating."
Sanguinius looked at Horus, his gaze cold.
"See, I told you Sanguinius is quite scheming."
Desert, who was slaying daemons nearby, overheard the Primarchs' conversation and said to his companion.
"I agree with you."
"Sanguinius has always had that scheming persona!! That guy often stirred up trouble and watched the chaos during the Great Crusade."
"..."
Sanguinius: "..."
My reputation is ruined, all because of those scribes who recorded everything.
It made these Saints know all his secrets.
Horus, on the other hand, had no time for such thoughts; after forcing Leman Russ back with his warhammer, he adopted a defensive stance.
Facing two supremely powerful Primarchs at once made him feel extremely troublesome.
He was not afraid to fight any single Primarch, but if they teamed up, it would be very problematic.
"Fenrisian mongrel, your opponent is me."
Magnus, high in the sky, let out a deafening roar.
His wings spread, creating a terrifying surge.
He dove towards Leman Russ' direction, attempting to deal with Leman Russ for Horus.
The next second, Vulkan, the Lord of Drakes, wielding his warhammer, leaped up and, with a heavy swing, slammed Magnus, who was diving towards the ground, into the earth with a thud.
"I didn't hit you hard enough in the Webway, did I? You still dare to appear in Holy Terra."
Boom!!
The deep pit where Magnus landed turned into a pillar of light that shot skyward, bright and dazzling, stirring the dark clouds in the sky.
The Daemon Primarch flew out from it, hovering in the air.
He stared at Vulkan on the ground, his eyes burning with sorcerous fire, revealing a terrible hatred.
"Vulkan, how dare you strike me??"
"Magnus." Vulkan looked at Magnus, his voice calm, "You are still as arrogant and foolish."
"You are the foolish one; this time, I will utterly kill you."
Magnus stared at Vulkan, intending to crush his heart with sorcery, then burn him to ashes with psychic fire.
However, a green energy surged from Vulkan's body.
No matter what Magnus did, his sorcery had no effect on Vulkan.
"Your tricks are useless now." Vulkan pushed off the ground, which instantly cracked.
He used the force to leap up, swinging the warhammer in his hand and smashing it down on Magnus.
Magnus conjured a magical shield, intending to block Vulkan's hammer, bang!
The hammerhead and the shield collided, unleashing a terrifying wave that rapidly spread out, creating a dreadful storm.
The next second.The shield shattered, and Magnus was sent flying like a cannonball, with a crash, he slammed into the ground again, creating a horrifying crater.
Vulkan's speed was so fast that he left afterimages, stirring up a terrifying wave of air, and instantly appeared before Magnus.
Magnus had just gotten up when Vulkan, putting all his strength into it, swung his hammer upwards, hitting him squarely on the jaw.
The Daemon Primarch's body flew up, then crashed heavily back to the ground.
When Vulkan charged over again, Magnus roared.
"Enough."
He shouted, releasing a psychic hand to grab Vulkan's heavy hammer.
"You cannot defeat me; my power is already comparable to a god's; I have already embarked on the path to godhood."
Green flames surged from Vulkan's body, and the heavy hammer in his hand felt as ponderous as a star; he crushed the psychic hand and once again smashed the hammer onto Magnus' head.
The heavy hammerhead shattered half of his face, revealing gruesome white bone.
"No!" Magnus cried out in pain.
Vulkan, however, did not stop; his eyes burned with rage.
During the Webway War, Magnus had used every means to torture him.
Crushed heart, burning, suffocation, shattered bones—every conceivable death in this universe, Magnus had made him experience.
Vulkan no longer had any thought of persuading his former brother to turn back.
Now, he only wanted to beat this former brother to death.
Magnus wildly swung his staff, delivering a desperate blow, but Vulkan swatted it away with a wave of his hand.
Then, he swung his heavy hammer, delivering another powerful blow to Magnus' head, making him cry out in pain.
Magnus knelt on the ground, blood gushing from his wounds, shattered bones protruding from his flesh, a gruesome sight.
He tried to get up, trembling and utterly weak.
Magnus tried to support his body with his broken arm, but Vulkan's heavy hammer fell again, this blunt strike shattering his shoulder.
He collapsed to the ground, crying out in pain.
"Before, I always fantasized about bringing you back, about having you stand with Terra again."
"But after ten thousand years of contemplation, I realized that some things, once lost, are lost; even if you try to restore them to their original state, they are no longer the same."
Vulkan swung his heavy hammer, striking Magnus over and over again.
Like beating a dog, swinging the hammer repeatedly, smashing it down again and again.
No skill, no patience, only anger, anger accumulated over ten thousand years.
Magnus' armor was shattered, his ribs pulverized, and his face was utterly broken, revealing ghastly white bone, a horrifying sight.
Tzeentch's power blessed Magnus, giving him an unimaginable, tenacious life force, and this also became the source of his pain.
Vulkan did not stop; no matter how many times Magnus tried to resurrect, he would beat him to death again and again, reducing him to a bloody pulp.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, Guilliman and Angron were also fighting.
Guilliman, having awakened his true nature as the Avenger of Souls, had become incredibly powerful.
He feared no Primarch, nor any daemon apart from the four Chaos Gods of the Warp, angron, blessed by Khorne, also possessed astonishing combat prowess.
His massive and muscular body, wielding a battle-axe and a longsword.
Immediately unleashed a storm of blows on Guilliman.
Their fight was earth-shattering.
Each collision released shockwaves like a storm, sweeping in all directions, raising countless clouds of dust.
Their battle ended with Guilliman's victory.Though it wasn't really a victory, because when Cegorach had previously invaded Khorne's domain, he had stolen Angron's stripped humanity.
During the fierce battle, Guilliman seized an opportunity and forcefully returned Angron's humanity to his body.
When his humanity returned, Angron, for a rare moment, broke free from the eternal rage.
In a daze, his consciousness fell into a blank world.The souls of the gladiators who had fought alongside him were all there.They smiled at Angron and told him.
They were happy to have seen Angron taken away during the final battle with the slave masters, and they bore him no ill will.
"Death is not the end, Angron, The end of will is death; you are the embodiment of the gladiators' free will, and no matter where you are, we are with you."
"Rise up and fight, Angron, just as before; whether it's gladiators, the Emperor, or so-called gods, none should surrender, The gladiators of Nuceria will always fight for freedom."
"..."
The gladiators embraced Angron one by one, hoping he would resist the powerful slave masters as he had on Nuceria.
His adoptive father reached out and placed his hand on Angron's head, just as he had when they first met, at that time, Angron had just been captured and given to the gladiator Oenomaus to raise.
"Never give up your desire for freedom, my child, no matter what torments fate inflicts upon you, never yield."
"..."
When his consciousness returned, the Butcher's Nails were still frantically gnawing at Angron's brain, constantly generating pain, trying to force him to kill.
The intense pain made Angron's mouth and eyes twitch uncontrollably, but he did not, as usual, indiscriminately go on a rampage.
"Why?" Angron looked at Guilliman.
"This is all I can do, to give you one more choice before everything ends, To be a slave to the Gods, or to fight for freedom."
Guilliman spoke calmly, after the Horus Heresy erupted, he had argued with Angron on Nuceria.
He had angrily denounced Angron as a coward, believing he lacked the courage to face difficulties and blamed all his faults on others, but when he truly understood Angron's upbringing, he understood the despair of his Primarch brother.
Fate had been too cruel to Angron.
Therefore, returning humanity to Angron, allowing him to make one final choice, was all Guilliman could do.
"I should have died on Nuceria." Angron looked up, his eyes filled with struggle.
Khorne's blessing had strengthened the Butcher's Nails, and Angron's humanity shattered again, becoming fuel for rage.
"If only I had been a little braver back then, and firmly resisted Father, how wonderful that would have been."
Angron looked up at the sky, where the Emperor, Cegorach, the Void Dragon, the Supporters, Eldar, and a host of other god-level beings were besieging the Four Chaos Gods, led by the four Four Chaos Gods of the Warp.
The two sides fought fiercely, displaying various bizarre forms.
Space-time was shattered, then reshaped, then shattered again.
In the end, the fabric of space-time ceased to exist, leaving only eternal nothingness.
Khorne, as expected of the God of War and Blood, single-handedly fought against multiple Star Gods without falling behind, even destroying several Star Gods.
"It's just a pity that nothing can ever be repeated, Today, let everything end."
"I will no longer be anyone's slave, whether god or father."
Angron spread his wings, creating a huge surge, then soared into the sky.
In the name of the Gladiators of Nuceria, he charged towards Khorne, towards the shackles that bound him.
The Butcher's Nails shrieked, gnawing at his brain with even greater frenzy, trying to force him to change direction, angron roared continuously, his painful cries echoing across the battlefield, but he did not change direction.
For the freedom he once pursued, boom!!
Angron crashed into the massive Khorne, his battle-axe fiercely hacking into the God of War's body.
The Crimson Lord's resistance was like the uprising on Nuceria back then.
From the very beginning, it was destined to lose, angron's resistance ignited an unprecedented rage in Khorne, a mere gaze burned away Angron's soul and flesh, making it impossible for him to ever resurrect, but Angron's impact bought the Emperor and others an opportunity.
The Emperor plunged his longsword into Khorne's body, annihilation flames fiercely burned within the blood-red body.
Khorne let out an excruciating scream, but the next second, the Emperor was thrown back by Khorne.Then, Khorne forcefully pulled out the longsword, but his aura visibly weakened considerably.
His previous advantage was gone, and he was now in a predicament of being besieged.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Slaanesh was being hunted by the Eldar God of Death.
The five Crone Swords were resurrected, and the God of Death was fully born, because Slaanesh was born from the demise of the Eldar Empire and its Pantheon.The birth of the Eldar God of Death precisely represented the end of all things for the Eldar, and thus could restrain Slaanesh.
Coupled with the help of other Star Gods, Slaanesh was beaten into a sorry state.