The Undead Empire That Travels Through the Multiverse

Although Chen Mo no longer drove the super-large war fortress Ark of Destruction with a diameter of hundreds of thousands of kilometers into the territory of the Human Empire, his world fleet ship with a length of several hundred kilometers still allowed the Human Empire Navy and the Astra Militarum to Something like a formidable enemy.

Perhaps such a huge starship was built in the golden age of mankind. After all, the Phalanx of the Imperial Fist was a thing comparable to a small satellite. The colonial ships of the human interstellar pioneering era were not necessarily much smaller than the Arkworld ships. .

But today's empire is no longer able to build even the 40-kilometer-long Glory Queen-class battleship, and has not even built a new battleship for many years. One can only imagine the scale of the battleships that the empire can produce now.

Facing a world ship that is hundreds of kilometers long, even though it is known that it is a friendly force on the opposite side and that there is a fleet of White Scars accompanying it, it still makes people feel like they are facing a formidable enemy.

After all, although the great rebellion ten thousand years ago was a long time ago, but... no one could guarantee that Chagatai Khan, who chose loyalty back then, would not choose to switch sides under the temptation of the alien.

This is not an unreasonable suspicion. There are many Loyalist Primarchs who have bad relations with each other. Even the Space Wolves back then were doing the job of monitoring other Space Marine brothers and executing rebels within the Legion, which was similar to the Military Police. They exist like a team.

Even during the Great Heresy, the Space Wolves Space Marines once directly doubted the loyalty of Lion King Leon Jonson and Robert Guilliman, and even bluntly wanted to kill them in front of the two primarchs.

Not to mention, the reason why the Dark Angels appeared in Macragge was that Leon Jonson had doubts about Robert Guilliman and wanted to use the Dark Angels' powerful fleet to directly defeat the Ultramarines.

However, under the general environment at the time, Robert Guilliman convinced his brother to build the Second Empire with him, and also roped in Sanguinius to carry out what Behorus had set off during the Great Rebellion. Rebellion is even more blasphemous to the Imperium of Man.

In addition, there are countless things like who among the Primarchs knocked whom to the ground, who was the person that the brothers hated, and who had a bad mouth that offended everyone.

Not to mention the conflicts between legions. The second founding of the army split the legions into war groups, which only made the conflicts more dispersed rather than eliminating them.

Otherwise, there would not have been the Badab War, the largest Space Marine rebellion since the Heresy.

Fortunately, with advance notice from Jaghatai Khan, all the Imperial Navy, Astra Militarum and Space Marines along the way were only on alert, rather than launching a direct attack.

Although this is within the borders of the Human Empire, most of the available troops were transferred by Robert Guilliman and Sanguinius to Macragge and the Ultramarine Star Territory to fight against the swarm invasion. As a result, the Imperial Navy did not have enough troops. It had something to do with the strength of the army to stop the advance of the world ship, but more importantly, it was Jaghatai Khan's prestige as the Primarch that played a role.

Chen Mo has never doubted the determination of the Imperial Navy to dare to fight him. This has nothing to do with the comparison of combat power between the enemy and ourselves, nor has it to do with courage or stupidity. This is just because they are loyal to their country and to the people on the Golden Throne. The Emperor, loyal to all humanity.

The closer he got to Terra, the more Chen Mo, a necromancer and high-ranking god, could hear the roar that echoed in the void and was full of human faith.

That is the belief that comes from all the sacrifices of the Human Empire over the past ten thousand years. They are like trickles that converge into a vast ocean. From every inch of territory and every battlefield in the Human Empire, they converge towards Holy Terra because of their common belief, just to implement it. That oath is fulfilled both during life and after death.

For everyone in the Human Empire, no sacrifice is unacceptable. For the Empire and the Emperor, the people of the Empire have sacrificed countless times and will continue to sacrifice.

The survival of the Empire of Mankind does depend on the Emperor sitting on the Golden Throne, but this is only the basis for maintaining the existence of the Empire. It truly allows mankind to still exist in this era of darkness and despair, instead of falling prey to aliens and chaos. , relying on the sacrifices of countless ordinary people.

There is a saying circulating among Warhammer players in the original world, called "Loyalty is the greatest reward for the loyal." Although many people misinterpret this sentence to mean that the empire is not a good person, so that the loyal can get nothing but loyalty, but this does not mean at all The precious spirit contained in this sentence itself cannot be concealed.

Do loyal people care about the rewards they receive for their loyalty? No, they never cared.

Loyal to the Empire, loyal to the Emperor, and loyal to humanity, as long as they know that their sacrifices are valuable and everything they do is for the Emperor, then the rewards are just additional vanity and extravagance. Loyalty This act itself is already the greatest compliment to them.

Loyalty should be pure, and so should faith. If loyalty needs to be exchanged for rewards and rewards, how can such loyalty be able to fight against the erosion from the Chaos God and the threat from the alien race?

Loyalty is not absolute, but it is absolutely disloyal. This may be a bit unreasonable, but it also explains very well what human beings rely on to persist in this dark and desperate world in this plagued cesspit of Warhammer World. A whole ten thousand years.

Perhaps the Human Empire sat on the Golden Throne with the Emperor, but all the original bodies disappeared or died for various reasons, and the entire Empire became worse and worse under the influence of the dark side and evil nature of human hearts.

But an empire that can last for 10,000 years will not be able to last for 10,000 years if it only relies on political clarity and the outstanding personal charm of the ruler.

What really allowed the empire to last for ten thousand years was the loyalty and belief that was more dazzling than the brilliance of the stars and shining brighter than the stars in the Milky Way in Chen Mo's eyes.

"It's so great. Mortals are the foundation for the existence of the empire and this world. Maybe I can understand why the emperor is willing to sit on the golden throne and endure ten thousand years of pain and torture." Staring at the sight, only I can see it. The scene, listening to the voice shouted by billions of souls in his ears, Chen Mo was deeply moved, and even felt that he was too small compared to this will.

Chagatai Khan was puzzled, looked at Chen Mo and asked him: "Excuse me, what happened? What greatness?"

"Human beings, human beings themselves are great." Chen Mo said in a tone like an aria, and even raised his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes. With Chagatai Khan's eyesight, he could naturally see Chen Mo's fingertips There was a real tear.

Just when Chagatai Khan was puzzled, Chen Mo snapped his fingers, and an unimaginably magnificent picture unfolded in front of Chagatai Khan.

Among the ruins, the mortal Planetary Defense Force soldiers are resisting the rebel attack. Although they are only the second-line troops of the empire, there is nothing wrong with calling them security forces. There are no decent officers or political commissars in the team, but they But they still fought without fear of death. Even though the number of enemies besieging them was ten times greater, and even though they could not see any hope, they still never flinched or wavered in their loyal belief: "For the Emperor!"

In a hive world filled with plague and pollution, the warriors of the Astra Militarum have been surrounded by Chaos cultists. The viruses and curses spread by Nurgle, the plague god, are turning the corpses of those killed in battle and survivors into horrific corpses. Plague zombies, even the power armor of Space Marines were unable to resist the plague of Nurgle. However, these ordinary Astra Militarum warriors relied on the simplest protection and persisted until the end with faith, shouting the name of the Lord of Mankind. , withstood the erosion of Nurgle's plague, until the end they were shouting "For the Emperor!"

A Space Marine's legs were broken, but his body was still standing. His remaining left hand was holding his bolter tightly, and he was still steadily shooting at the terrifying aliens rushing towards him. Although his Each bullet can eliminate an alien, but the bullets in the magazine are quickly used up under the high-speed shooting. The space warrior pulled out his tactical knife, held it in his hand, and faced the turbulent When the aliens came, he just shouted "For the Emperor!" and was drowned by the surging insect tide, but he still fought hard until the last moment of his life.

An Imperial Navy officer piloted his own battleship, shouting "For the Emperor!" He bravely rammed into the enemy ship and embedded himself into the enemy's huge hull like a sharp blade. Then, the crew members also shouted "For the Emperor!" Emperor!" He brazenly detonated his engines and perished with the enemy ship.

There are more, different identities, different ages, and different genders. They are all facing various desperate situations and difficulties. They are all fighting on the most desperate battlefield, and they all cannot see any hope of victory.

But not one of them flinched, and not one of them was afraid.

There were no gorgeous speeches or exciting encouragements. What they had was just the simplest war cry, but what it contained was the will that ran through the entire galaxy.

Chagatai Khan looked at all this in shock. Although he knew that there would be countless sacrifices in the war, and that the empire could survive from the great rebellion to this day, it must be the cornerstone of sacrifice, but he simply looked at the paper The strings of numbers recorded on the Internet are two completely different feelings and experiences from watching living people sacrifice themselves one by one and feeling their willpower firm enough to fight against the evil god of chaos.

Especially what is presented to Chagatai Khan at this moment is the river of souls that Chen Mo can only see from the perspective of a god and his power as the Prince of Styx. This is something that almost no other human or god can see. scene.

Countless bright souls are like meteors streaking across the sky, converging into a vast golden river, flowing vastly and boundlessly across the starry sky towards the front. The magnificence of this scenery alone is enough to make people feel heartbroken and feel their own. Smaller.

You know, in front of this golden river, even a world ship hundreds of kilometers long is just a small boat.

If you can still feel the condensed will of every soul in it, even the gods cannot be indifferent to the intensity of this shock.

"This is human beings, the most powerful force in the world." Chen Mo made a sound of admiration, but then closed these images to Chagatai Khan.

Chagatai Khan was still immersed in the shock of witnessing the river of souls just now. At this time, Chen Mo was suddenly separated from this shock. He suddenly felt a great loss and a great fear.

He could feel the will and belief emanating from every soul in the shocking scene just now. That belief and will were so pure and firm that even one of them alone was enough to infect those around him on the battlefield. Comrade-in-arms, let others unite and twist their faith and will into a rope.

Facing the long river of souls formed by the will and belief of all of them, if he didn't merge into it on the spot, it was considered that Chagatai Khan's will as the Primarch was strong enough.

Of course, the will and beliefs of these bright souls are "for the emperor", "for the empire" and "for humanity". Relatively speaking, they are pure and single enough, and not so polluting. With the will and tenacity of the original body, they can still Bear it.

"Why are they heading in the direction of Holy Terra?" After Jaghatai Khan stabilized his emotions, he asked the details he just noticed.

Because the soul river was moving in the same direction as the world ship, Chagatai Khan noticed that the soul river across the galaxy was converging towards Holy Terra.

Regarding this question, Chen Mo just waved his hand and projected the star map of the Milky Way in front of him, and then pointed at Holy Terra and said: "Here, there is the brightest lighthouse in the entire galaxy, which is for all the ships of the empire. The ship provides a navigational star, which is lit with your father's psychic energy, and continues to consume the life of the psyker every day to keep the star burning.

But this is not the point. The brilliance of the Star Torch just provides a direction for those souls. The main reason why they all move towards Terra is because the national religion promotes that every soul who sacrifices for humanity will eventually die. Return to the Golden Throne and sleep eternally under the Emperor's seat.

It is precisely because of such propaganda that these human souls will instinctively chase the light of the Star Torch and converge towards the Golden Throne. "

Watching Chen Mo demonstrate on the projected star map, Chagatai Khan finally figured out the cause and effect, so he instinctively asked: "Then can they really return to the Golden Throne?"

"Part of it, after all, the one sitting on the golden throne is still a human, although he has only taken the last step before becoming a god." Chen Mo shrugged and gave a rather indifferent answer: "And this world The subspace is the final destination of the soul.”