Warhammer: Just unified the Empire, you said it was 40K

Chapter 371 The Primarch and the Emperor's Last Communication

Accompanied by the awakening of the machine spirit.

A large amount of psychic energy burst forth from the psychic conduits.

Those densely packed zero-energy channels eventually converged into implants, which were inserted into Makado's brain to process these sensory problems at the fastest speed.

"Still a little short," Macado muttered to himself, realizing he was still far from his former self.

It's usable, albeit barely.

"Then let me debug it some more."

“No need.” Makado stopped the Great Sage Karl, looking at the familiar object. “That’s fine. It’s enough.”

He doesn't need a fully prepared psionic amplifier; he just needs the one he has now to meet his immediate needs.

It's just a bit of a pity.

He had experienced the feeling of sitting on the golden throne before, but the pain was something he never wanted to experience again, even today. That pain had indeed lasted for ten thousand years for the emperor.

Connecting to this thing will actually bring him extreme pain.

But now is the time for him to step up, and these burning, foreign psychic energies are like burning gasoline, providing power to his body.

"Turn it on!"

Behind him, the great sage Kaul completed the connection of the pipes one by one, while below him were a large number of members of the Mechanic Order. The third auxiliary mechanical arm behind them was precisely controlled by the members of the Mechanic Order, and then all the situations were recorded and the data was accurately written on the data sheet.

With the appearance of the psionic ring, the psionic power on Makado became even stronger, as if some terrifying sound was constantly erupting around him. The powerful psionic power was so strong that even the members of the Mechanicus were finding it difficult to withstand.

"The psychic energy in the adult's body is approaching the Omega level."

That is, level five.

It belongs to the highest level of spiritual power that humans can achieve, a level five spiritual power, and in some respects, it can even suppress some Primarchs, of course, the Primarchs before they ascend to demonhood.

hum!
In an instant, a violent surge of spiritual energy began to erupt from Makado's body towards the starry sky.

An immense force, accompanied by a roar of psychic energy, broke through the blood-red psychic ring above Makado's head. The surging energy was continuously drawn from the pipes connected to Makado's body and supplied to the blood-red psychic ring. Under the influence of psychic energy, phenomena that defied the laws of physics and were beyond the comprehension of the real universe began to occur around Makado.

Some of the lightning bolts that struck him from friction began to freeze into ice.

The splashing flames, however, acted like ice, completely freezing particles in spacetime.

In a moment of absolute agony, Makado unleashed his psychic power into the warp. His energy was like threads connecting the real universe; he wanted to reconnect the major governors of various worlds, to re-establish ties between the human empire, its governors, and the fallen worlds.

The time before the emperor rises to power is running out.

The emperor had tried his best to maintain a part of his humanity, but due to the long passage of time and the worship of him by mankind, this force had been constantly erasing the emperor's human side.

Inside the Emperor's Palace.

The emperor's body seemed to move slightly, but even the slightest movement was a major event for the imperial guards.

Has the Emperor moved?
The first commander of the Imperial Guard was Constantine, the most powerful commander in the Empire, whose strength was no less than that of the Primarch. The current commander of the Imperial Guard is Trajan, who was a conservative in the original Guard. Of course, they are more radical in their views on the Emperor's security.

These guards were almost unwilling to participate in anything within the empire; all their tasks were to protect the emperor's safety deep within the emperor's palace and around the golden throne.

Thanks to a plan by a certain Primarch back then, most areas within the Empire were safe, and these Guardians were able to protect against the constant incursions of various treacherous forces.

"Psychic power."

"Is there any commotion outside the Imperial Palace?"

“Every Primarch is returning, but the Empire no longer trusts those Primarchs who are not worthy of trust.”

While every Primarch is indeed returning, the Imperial Guard cannot find anyone within the Imperium capable of carrying its banner. It is a pity that these warriors, originally created by the Emperor to replace the Space Marines, are now sealed away in the deepest part of the Imperial Palace because the Emperor sits on the Golden Throne. Even the Imperium cannot recreate them.

"Hey!"

Perhaps more is hidden deep within the emperor's palace.

But today's emperors no longer have time to think about those things.

The emperor's gaze was fixed on a more distant place, a place within the human empire where revival was possible.

almost.

The emperor silently observed the layout of the entire galaxy.

Now, it's almost done.

His humanity has almost completely vanished; all he clings to now is the desire to see the empire develop as much as possible. These humans, these offspring, should all be far removed from this world.

Because they cannot change the background of the entire universe, even the most powerful ancient race, as the managers of the chaos source of the warp, lost all means and could not prevent their own demise.

Now, all they need to do is move to another place and survive.

The emperor's gaze swept across the extreme star field.

In the extreme star field, there is a strange nest city, located at the very bottom.

He saw someone praying for a world that would return to peace and for them to gain freedom.

The emperor, remarkably, responded to his request.

"Yes, very soon!"

Above this nest city, a patrolling warrior guarding the planet's frontier gazed at the towering buildings in the sky, so unattainable, and at the nobles dressed in magnificent robes, so distinct from them, a flicker of longing in his eyes.

He also longed to rise from the bottom up. He didn't feel that he had contributed little to the empire, but when would he be able to be like them? If only he could sign up for the honor assessment, and if he could pass the assessment and obtain all the empire's honors, then perhaps his future would change.

He saw soldiers fighting, their loyalty unwavering.

In a battle, every soldier is the protagonist of his own story; however, every protagonist in these battles is, in fact, an insignificant cannon fodder in the battle itself.

No one cared that on this battlefield, the soldiers who were looking at photos of their families waiting for their return put the photos back in their arms and launched another charge.

No one paid attention to the boy on the battlefield, who was only fourteen years old, yet had already taken up a gun. His dodging and shooting skills were so practiced, as if he had participated in dozens of battles.

No one cared that the attacks came like ferocious beasts; what they craved most was the promise of war made in their minds to completely eliminate war in their generation.

Everyone on the battlefield was giving their all, and the commanders who should have only known how to fight, as well as the political commissars who were instructing others, were now just like ordinary soldiers, launching angry attacks on the enemy in front of them.

The smoke of the battlefield covered their bodies, and the lingering heat in the sky still highlighted the intensity of their recent battle.

They succeeded, they failed.

In their final moments, they burned themselves once more, earning the last remaining value for the empire.

The emperor's gaze swept from one planet to another, from one battlefield to another.

Only then did he bend down and truly look at the current state of the empire. The empire's current state was deeply entrenched and beyond redemption; no matter how hard he tried, he could not change the empire's current situation. This was the fate of the empire, and also his fate, and he accepted it.

When the emperor's gaze was no longer limited to the fate of all humanity, when his vision encompassed ordinary people, he saw that the place in the entire empire that needed him most was the cry of billions upon billions of people throughout the universe.

The Emperor forgave them for their crime of betraying the Empire.

The Emperor pardoned them for any resistance they might have shown against the Empire.

Because they were born into this universe, their ignorance of the future is not their fault.

It was my fault.

The emperor admitted in his heart that if he hadn't taken the path he was on today, things might have been very different.

The Emperor's gaze swept across the Limitless Starfield, then drifted over the other starfields, before finally noticing Guilliman emerging from the warp.

Guilliman's gaze shifted upwards.

He seemed to see the Empire watching him from the Warp.

The Emperor never expressed his approval of Guilliman, nor did he ever express his recognition of Guilliman's responsible work.

But now, it's a great opportunity.

The Emperor left Guilliman with a message, his voice filled with the words of countless personalities, words that were no longer filled with complex coldness, but only with the words he had never spoken before.

He knew it was too late.

But now that we've said that, Guilliman should be able to lead the remaining people to continue rebuilding the human empire.

I hope he can become a kind and compassionate father.

"Your Majesty, Father"

The Emperor's gaze then fell upon the Lion King, who had reaped the benefits from the Warp.

With the Gamma world pausing, all the world's builders began to rage.

It's a pity about the empire.

(End of this chapter)