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The earth is trembling.

Terra, sacred Terra. From the palace to the North Pole, from the surface to the underground, no place is quiet.

In the palace. Between the thrones.

He Shenyan lowered his head and stared at the ground between the thrones in deep thought, as if observing the luxurious floor tiles. To be fair, they are indeed worthy of a long look, with perfect division and proportion, and each floor tile is different. The deeds of human heroes during the period.

There was no need to calculate. The mental scan, as if by instinct, automatically told him how many floor tiles there were.

Three hundred and seventy-one thousand two hundred and ninety-three pieces, each piece carries the life of a hero. Some are soldiers, some are scientists, some are doctors, and some are scholars. Among them There are ancient heroic souls from the time when Terra was not yet unified, as well as legion veterans from the 30k era.

Among the floor tiles, He Shenyan saw someone he was familiar with.

Sol Tarvitz.

'Hero of the Honored Legion', 'The Last Son of the Emperor', his face and his name are on that floor tile. He is so heroic and unyielding, so dazzling. The Emperor has not forgotten even him, he has not forgotten anyone.

He remembers all the people who sacrificed their lives. The heroes are worthy of commemoration, and the civilians are immortal in his memory. Everyone... except one is missing. He considered all mankind, but there is only one missing person. one.

What about himself?

He Shenyan's thoughts were interrupted by the vibrations from the ground. He raised his head, his vision penetrated the ceiling, and the broken body of Givadoron fell into his field of vision. Half of the bird carcass of Jiaohu hung on the He Shenyan's fingers moved on him, but he said nothing. His field of vision continued to penetrate to the outside of the ceiling.

Arriving in the sky of Terra, the golden sun was already hanging in the sky. It was emitting divine heat, and the pollution on the earth was fading away quickly.

The remnants of Nurgle's power melted instantly under the rays of the sun. Whether it was the poisonous clouds in the sky, the poisons released by the spores, or the fungus blankets hanging all over the hive, they all melted under the rays of the sun. , becoming their most primitive form. Overflowing in the air, turning into golden light spots and floating quietly.

He Shenyan heard the cheers, which were the voices of the refugees who had survived. They chanted the emperor's name loudly, praised her, and worshiped her as a god. What they didn't know was that this move On the contrary, it will make the Emperor fall into death faster.

The mage knows the truth. He is the only person in the entire human empire who has the ability and qualification to know the truth.

The Emperor - was killed by humans.

After he was injured and had to sit on the chair to keep the empire from collapsing, this subtle influence and death began to occur briefly. The terrible torture device has continued to burn for the past ten thousand years. His mind and body, however, the physical pain was only temporary, but the mental damage was permanent.

His soul was broken, and the influence of Tzeentch cannot be ruled out. But they still feared him. However, after his ideal was broken, the empire was also broken. Any further demands for truth and progress will only lead to the pollution of Chaos. Furthermore, in desperation, he acquiesced in the spread of what he hated most within the empire.

From top to bottom...state religion.

religion.

They shaped him into a god, the god of all mankind, the god of protection, the god of revenge, and the god of justice. He has accepted worship and belief from all humans for ten thousand years, and their chaotic chanting has intensified the pain in his soul.

The degree of fragmentation led to the birth of a consequence that made Tzeentch laugh wildly.

The emperor truly became a god.

The broken soul could not be integrated by himself again, but it was strengthened by faith and became a whole. A brand-new whole... However, the person in the past is dead forever. If he is really today

When one ascends to godhood, the thought that is born will never be dominated by the original personality.

He Shenyan stared at the golden sun and suddenly remembered what he had done to the Supreme Wisdom. At that time, he made the Supreme Wisdom become the god of the Cree people, using the Cree people's power over thousands of years.

Belief in it. He Shenyan made it a god of faith. Coincidentally, today, Tzeentch also made the emperor a god.

Stupid joke.

As the blue light flashed, he left the throne room and came outside the palace.

There were thousands of huge steps going from top to bottom. Angron, without a helmet, was sitting on it. The ax was placed between his legs. The scarlet flames had dissipated. He Shenyan came to him,

Angron chuckled as if he had known he would come.

"I thought we won," he said. "I didn't expect that we were the losers."

"it's not finished yet."

"What are you talking about?"

"I said, it's not over yet."

He Shenyan lowered his head and stared into Angron's eyes. His shining golden eyes made Angrang's heart tremble for no reason. He heard the mage say in an extremely firm voice: "If my estimate is correct,

There are still three hours until he reaches full enlightenment. These three hours are enough for me to do something."

"do what?"

Angron stood up, his heart began to beat fast. His tongue was stiff. He wanted to ask more questions and tried to calm himself down, but he couldn't because he had already guessed the answer.

"You want--" Angron took a deep breath, and he felt that his heart was about to beat out of his chest. "-Okay, but what do you want to do?"

"I can't do this alone."

He Shenyan snapped his fingers, and Guilliman was teleported to him in an instant. The regent, who was kneeling on the ground, still had traces of sadness on his face, but was picked up by He Shenyan. Mental Power

The tentacles gave him a mental shock without hesitation, forcing Guilliman to wake up from his sorrow with pain.

"Are you... He?"

"Yes, it's me. This is Angron next to me - to make a long story short, Guilliman, I still have a way, but I need your help, I need all of you."

Looking into those golden eyes, Guilliman heard himself say: "Okay."

He was still in shock, the discomfort of the teleportation, the mental shock of pain, sadness, and the anger rising when he saw Angron. All kinds of emotions were intertwined in his heart, but it gave Guilliman a different kind of feeling.

Perspective. He knew he should have some emotions, but he couldn't. It was as if he was watching his own actions in the third person, which was extremely weird.

"How many of those psykers in the Star Torch Court are still alive?"

"Four thousand seven hundred and twenty-one people." Guilliman quickly searched for this information in his brain. "What do you need?"

He Shenyan raised his hand, and golden light poured out from his hand, setting up a golden stream of light between him and Guilliman. In an instant, Guilliman's vision was brought to the entire Terra. He started from He had never observed the entire planet from such a perspective before, He Shenyan's voice came to his ears.

"Give them orders."

"who?"

"People from the Star Torch Court, tell them to relax and don't resist. I don't have any extra energy to waste on fighting with each of them for forced teleportation. Tell them directly and ask them not to resist-" He Shenyan The sound was becoming more and more distant, as if it was moving away from his ears.

Guilliman did as he was told. The idea of ​​'issuing orders to the Star Torch Court' was faithfully executed as soon as it appeared in his mind. The next second, 4,721 different souls appeared in front of him. , and the next second, Guilliman found that his voice began to echo in this dark space.

That was his voice, but it was unbelievably calm.

"The Regent of the Empire, Robert Guilliman, is speaking to you. Members of the Starlight Court, I need you to relax and not resist."

Four thousand seven hundred and twenty-one different souls had different reactions. Some were shocked, some were confused, and some thought it was a conspiracy of Chaos.

But in just a moment, Guilliman realized that the scenery in front of him had changed. He was no longer observing the entire Terra in a macroscopic state, but instead appeared inexplicably in the Forbidden City, with four thousand people standing beside him. Seven hundred and twenty-one psykers of the Court of Stars.

"what happened?"

"Your Majesty, your Majesty, what happened?"

“Your Highness the Regent, Your Highness the Regent—oh my God, did you do it?”

The noisy sound hit Guilliman's ears in an instant. He suppressed his impatience and doubts in his heart and wanted to explain it to them. However, a loud noise interrupted his thinking in an instant.

He Shenyan appeared in the blue light with a gloomy face. He seemed to have completely lost the mood to speak properly, and just roughly and comprehensively stuffed the current situation and plans into the minds of the psykers and Guilliman. Robert Guilliman had to admit that after a brief moment of dizziness, he felt scared.

Who could come up with such a plan?

He Shenyan spoke calmly, interrupting the small movements of the psychics talking to each other using psychic communication. The mental tentacles just swept, and all the thousands of communication channels disappeared: "Star Torch's one hundred today The demand for psychics, have you supplied it?"

"No, sir." A psychic answered him first.

He was wearing a white robe, with rosary beads hanging around his neck. There were also several bags hanging around his waist, filled with sandalwood. He wore a red hood and had fine tattoos on his face, all of them from the emperor. Holy Word.

"This saves me some trouble..."

He Shenyan snapped his fingers, and his psychic energy instantly connected all the psychics present.

Such a miraculous experience is extremely novel even for those who use psychic communication every day. A few people with extraordinary talents caught a glimpse of He Shenyan's psychic power and the huge oppressive force transmitted back during that short connection. At that moment, they were paralyzed, fell to the ground, and then were lifted up by the tentacles of mental power.

+Don’t try to peep into the power you can’t bear+

He gave them a brief warning and then continued to use psychic communication.

+You should all understand my plan, and those who refuse to participate can explain it now.+

He waited for a while, but no one asked to leave.

+Very good, let’s start now.+

He Shenyan sat down cross-legged, and the psyker acolytes followed suit. Blue light gushed out from them, and Guilliman pursed his lips tightly.

They will all die, Guilliman thought. Sacrificing themselves voluntarily for an almost impossible goal.

He cast his gaze on He Shenyan, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed and his head lowered, emitting golden light. Guilliman knew his purpose and what he was doing now from the crazy plan.

He is assuming the original responsibilities of the Emperor - in order to maintain the Star Torch, the Star Torch needs to maintain 10,000 trained psionic acolytes to power the Star Torch at all times, and an additional 100 psykers are needed to fill the Star Torch. Suffering a painful death to increase its energy. The Emperor will direct the rays of the Star Torch with his supreme will to light a beacon for mankind in the Warp.

In the days when Terra was plunged into war, the Star Torch Court was naturally unable to provide it with energy. This was the darkest moment since the birth of the Star Torch. Guilliman saw from the picture provided in that plan that in the subspace Inside, the brilliance of the Star Torch has become almost invisible... just like their future.

Four thousand seven hundred and twenty-one people, five thousand two hundred and seventy-nine people are missing. How will He Shenyan supplement the missing power? The psykers of the Star Torch Court will burn their souls to serve as these Star Torches. The lack of fuel, 4,721 people, sacrificed without regrets, just to achieve an almost impossible outcome.

That plan... that terrible plan began to take root in Guilliman's heart. A familiar trembling feeling made his spine start to feel cold and his breathing became short. He stared at He Shenyan's face changed as he began to think, who could come up with such a plan in such a short period of time?

+madman+

He Shenyan suddenly opened his eyes, and golden light burst out from his eyes without reservation. The overflowing light made Guilliman's eyes hurt.

+Only a mad person would have such a plan, Guilliman, I am a madman, and now I am going to save another madman, do you want to come with me?+

+Do you really want to connect the spirit of all mankind through the Star Torch?+

He Shenyan shook his head slightly.

+You won’t understand, this involves a lot of complicated knowledge, I can’t explain it to you in such a short time... But, yes, I do want to connect the spirit of all mankind through the Star Torch .+

He Shenyan looked at him and removed the psychic communication. His voice echoed in the hall, and every word was extremely clear.

"Faith can make him a god, but it can also make him return to being a human at the last moment. What I have to do is very simple, Guilliman, I want to pull him down from the throne, and I want him to survive!"

There was determination and madness in his eyes: "He has protected mankind for so long. Now, it's time to change each other's identities!"