Warhammer: Decided to take the route of stars surrounding the warp

Yifeng feels that there is no difference between now and before.

What is the difference between going to school and attending classes now? It goes in through the left ear and out through the right ear. Memorizing it for even one second is disrespectful to the infusion of information like chanting sutras.

My brain is completely overloaded and I can't hold it in at all.

But the good news is that he caught a glimpse of the big bell during a certain prayer. It was a super big bell in the world of the holy land of the state religion. Once it rang, the sound could spread to several cities, and the praying person happened to kneel down in that direction, chanting Feng saw 20 years written on it.

It should be the 42th year of 20K.

Plague War was finished before I knew it, and the Indomitus Crusade was about to see the fleet set off.

The spiritual energy was too huge, and the bones of the Untouchable were saturated, and the excess spiritual energy continued to flow on his armor.

This made his armor look extremely sacred, each one like a spiritual sacred object of the state religion.

Except the face was as distorted as Magnus's.

Yifeng believed that Magnus's fragments had carried away some of the most unbearable memories, and seriously doubted whether he would turn into the divine version of Lorgar after the incident.

I don’t know what time it is in reality.

In a blur, a vague figure appeared in the golden hall.

Yifeng felt that he was seeing an illusion. Did the Forbidden Army's armor also have black limbs?

Isn't it a prosthetic warrior? The bright yellow thing in the middle doesn't seem right either.

Hey, I seem to know him.

Who is coming? Ouch, pumpkin hammer.

Didn't you get the pumpkin hammer today? Is a think tank without a golden melon hammer still called a think tank?

What the hell are you calling? Pick up the hammer!

"Master Sisyphus! Why are you here?" Yifeng said this in his mind. As for what he actually said...

Since his eyes were crooked and his mouth was crooked, he looked like he was in the late stages of Parkinson's disease, and he didn't know what he was saying.

The "iron chain" chains on his body trembled slightly with his words, and the spiritual energy suddenly shone, making these chains covered with a layer of translucent and whitish spiritual energy film, which looked like spiritual energy channels. Transporting dark chains.

The sudden burst of psychic energy made Yifeng roar in pain.

More spiritual energy emerged from his body, suspended and drifting, and reunited a few meters high in the middle of the palace hall.

A warp rift tore open from there.

The moment Yifeng saw the crack, he realized that the masters of these damn psychic powers were back.

The question had been lingering in his mind for so long that he had forgotten why he asked it. The corners of his mouth were broken and his muscles resisted his consciousness.

Yifeng still spoke, almost tearing his out-of-control muscles.

"Psychic energy...is it also~~mechanical?"

The fleshy being had golden light in his eyes, looked at Yifeng and shouted:

"heresy!!!"

.....

The stunned Yifeng suddenly woke up. In an instant, spiritual energy surged in like a mountain and a tsunami. More importantly, a big golden guy rushed towards him.

The 400-year-old Lord of the Red River was so panicked that he didn't even have a shield in his hand.

There was also a huge roar coming from under the buttocks. It was Magnus's painful roar, and the psychic energy below exploded instantly.

Yifeng, who was covered in pure gold, didn't know how much he weighed. At this moment, he only felt a strong force coming from below.

In a blink of an eye, I found myself sitting on top of the spiritual fountain.

His whole body was blown up by Magnus's psychic impact.

"Fuck~~Father and son combo!"

Yifeng, who was unable to change his posture in the air, faced the emperor's 130-yard foot in a weird inverted posture. Under the spiritual energy package, Yifeng only felt a golden light smearing on his face at a speed that was completely invisible.

Then, there was a relief sculpture of Yifeng on the ceiling.

The armor that Christina had worked so hard to build suddenly shattered, falling piece by piece like snake scales, followed by the burning skeleton of Sister Silence, which began to burn uncontrollably as soon as it came into contact with the surrounding air filled with spiritual energy.

An iron chain is still connected to Yifeng's body. At this moment, it can only be said to be better than nothing.

Most of the body bones of the Primaris warriors were shattered. No combat potions could help Yifeng. They all evaporated under the devastating psychic attack.

Yifeng subconsciously put on a fighting stance, mentally commanded the servo system to turn on the magnetic adsorption, and hung upside down from the ceiling in a fighting stance, but he forgot that the system had been down a long time ago.

He is like a frozen model, falling from the sky.

"Grandma's divine emperor, Gan."

The battle was lost, his battle was lost.

The golden giant below pressed his giant hand on his waist. Countless spiritual energies were condensed in his hands. The stars in his hands were bright, like a miniature of the Milky Way.

Hearty laughter came from above.

"I...Tan Sitong, my disciples will fight you to the end!"

Yifeng almost landed with a headbutt, and took the initiative to welcome the emperor's outstretched hand.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and Yifeng's madness before his death made him ignore one thing.

The anti-psionic devices have all been shattered.

A huge spiritual energy gathered on the palace. Caldo Diego in the subspace frowned. He could feel that these powers were harmless. At least they were "certified by the Emperor" and he could travel through it easily. The giant void shield remains undisturbed.

But... this is too huge.

The powerful faith that had been wandering in the sea of ​​souls for hundreds of years found its owner. Baina Robe suddenly appeared from Kaldor and penetrated into the formation.

Then, Kaldor couldn't see the scene inside.

The inside turned completely blood red.

The shape of the Baina robe has been enlarged trillions of times, covering the sky and the sun, completely covering everything inside along the inner ring of the void shield. No matter how big the tattered robe becomes, the pieces of cloth above it will only increase, not change. big.

Bloody red overflowed from the gaps in the rag, dyeing all the fragments red, and the entire Baina robe merged into one.

They are all red now, and their souls have been integrated with the future of mankind!

In an instant, countless rays of light escaped from Yifeng's body. Yifeng's body was torn apart by this crazy force. Even though his soul had endured countless pains and hundreds of years of anti-psionic suppression, it was still impossible for him to survive. To hold so much psychic energy.

The body flowing with the blood of Jaghatai began to swell, the skin cracked, and the muscles swelled and overflowed from the body. The whole figure seemed to be evolving towards a chaos egg.

Soon enough, the emperor slapped Yifeng on the forehead, and the galaxy-like spiral spiritual light in his hand hit Yifeng's mind in one breath.

Kaldor felt the pressure suddenly increase. Outside the formation, four evil beings and more secondary gods began to attack the formation. Kaldor's thunder domain was shattered to pieces for a while.

A large amount of evil power has penetrated into the formation, and today is a day of complete madness!

On the Baina robe that covered the world, human figures were slowly condensed on every red rag. Human figures made of blood. They had different postures and different weapons, and they shouted countless kinds of languages ​​​​in their mouths.

They all point to one meaning: "Unite and liberate the entire galaxy!"

The red energy and the enemies that penetrated started a desperate fight.

.....

Yifeng's head was grabbed by the emperor and hung in mid-air.

He felt that the messy memories in his mind were fading away, or condensing towards a point. It was hard to describe. The multi-line thinking ability given to him by the pituitary gland made him feel like he was schizophrenic.

His body was full of energy. He had never been so powerful. He seemed to be able to annihilate a city with just a wave of his hand.

But there was too much power. At first, the energy flowed like strands of gas between every cell to strengthen his body, but more power came in but had nowhere to vent. The gas was gradually compressed into a liquid, which felt like All blood vessels are blocked with fluid and blood cannot flow.

Then it solidified, and the whole person was completely sealed by the solidified energy, unable to move.

Every cell seemed to be facing the pressure of two fine gold walls, and its own weak strength could not push any energy block at all.

The emperor's power flowed into this place, causing the body to gradually loosen, and the condensed memory and chaotic spirit disappeared in an instant.

The big golden hand let go of Yifeng, and the Primaris Astartes' body fell to the ground, with a small piece of flesh tissue still floating in his hand.

Ode to the pituitary gland.

Yifeng's mind had never been so clear-headed, and it felt like everything that was weighing on his soul had disappeared.

No, there are still several things in the subspace that are stretching out their claws towards him.

???

At this time, Yifeng felt that his brain was not well again. Can I feel the subspace? And very clear.

Well, the floor of the palace was also so cold that it made my face freeze.

The emperor's big foot kicked Yifeng's face again, this time much more gently.

The man who had been dreaming of the human empire for eleven thousand years stood beside Yifeng and said, "Get up quickly, there are too many things to do."

Yifeng slapped his palm on the ground, causing the floor to dent. He felt as if he had gained a body for the first time, unable to control his power at all.

The power of a palm directly pushed the body into the air.

With a "swish", it hit the floor on the other side of the Golden Throne.

Nothing happened, not even the skin was torn.

???

Yifeng stood up and still assumed a fighting stance, "Huang Laodeng! Are you divine or human?"

After saying that, Yifeng was stunned.

Eh? Can I talk like this?

The emperor's psychic energy exploded from his mind at this moment, and Yifeng covered his head and rolled around in the palace.

But at least I know what's going on.

The Emperor was indeed in a divine state when he returned.

At least twenty years of excess prayer power have been retained, making it difficult for humanity to control the overall situation.

Human nature is intentional.

I have twenty years of skill in this kick, can you stop it!

The emperor's human nature believed that since Yifeng's armor was to be dismantled anyway, rather than expending his own power, it would be better to let the divine power come.

Twenty years of divine power was exhausted in one kick, not to mention the untouchable bones of Yifeng. It is estimated that the adamantine warriors in the webway will faint.

Then the humanity came back, just right, but not stable, because at this moment, the faith in the Emperor was still pouring into his body.

Yifeng twisted his body twice, feeling a sense of stiffness and strength at the same time. This feeling that violated human perception made him extremely uncomfortable.

The emperor concentrated all the messy memories on the pituitary gland of the Carol, and pulled it out at once, making Yifeng's "I never prayed" that he kept chanting before seem like a joke.

Without the suppression of this thing, Yifeng could really think about such an extremely sacrilegious thing as killing the emperor.

Even the mental seal impressed by the priest during the normal recruit period disappeared along with the memory removal just now.

The two looked at each other, and Yifeng smiled slightly.

You said I would do the work if you asked me to do it?

You dare to beat me to death. Do you know what is the happiest thing in the Warhammer world? Beaten to death by the Emperor.

There is no need to consider that the soul will be imprisoned by demonic weapons, played by evil gods, and drifted in subspace...

Either I will be wiped out like Horus, or I will be completely immortal! Open the curse and fight against the sky and the earth to fight against the evil god.

Clean up this mess yourself!

When this idea came out of Yifeng's mind, it was immediately known to the emperor.

"Humanity needs me, and it needs you," the Emperor said.

"Me? What am I? In your eyes, what am I?"

Yifeng was not afraid at all, and even looked into the emperor's eyes provocatively. They were majestic and irresistible, but... I am going to die in your hands, why should I be afraid of this?

This is Yifeng's test. He has many names, including the Lord of the Red Torrent, the owner of the People's Light, Christina's "lover", the colonist on the edge of the Galaxy, the real controller of the Red "Pirates"... ..

He also needed to judge the other party's status from the emperor's answer.

How would the divine Emperor respond?

A useful tool? An Emperor's hammer?

The controller of a large territory?

He awaited the Emperor's answer.

The Emperor spoke.

他 说:

"You are the sun at eight or nine o'clock."

......

Yifeng stared at him for a long time. In fact, he was just trying to control his body, mainly his eyes.

"Okay, you win." After Yifeng said it, he felt something was wrong, "But you have to give me some help, right?" (Rubbing his hands)

Yifeng showed a mean expression, and the emperor wondered if all his efforts in these few seconds were focused on controlling his expression.

"For example, create a Primarch for me, right? I'm not greedy. As for the entire second-generation Primarch, just tell me what you need and I'll grab it for you. I'll focus on being self-sufficient."

The Emperor almost laughed.

It’s funny, you’re using me as a tool.

In Yifeng's eyes, what is the emperor? This is a nuclear bomb from the 2K era.

With nuclear bombs, you can be arrogant against ordinary aliens without nuclear bombs. When facing forces that also have nuclear bombs, I will grow with you to see who becomes stronger faster.

It's hard to treat you as a human being if you are so strong.

The main thing is that the path of faith, your existence... is just a move of "heaven and earth live together".

The emperor pointed at Yifeng and said four words. "The Golden Age."

Golden age?

Yifeng looked at him confused, what did he mean?

The Primarch, the Golden Age...and so on, there should be the guy standing in front of me, the Emperor, the race god.

After arranging and combining several words, a question naturally came to mind.

Why was there no racial god like the Emperor in the Golden Age?

There must have been a lot of human beings in that era. Although they did not believe in the emperor, they definitely had other beliefs. The end result was that they would evolve their own gods like the ancient spirit tribe, such as the god of war, the god of forging, etc. God of laughter...

Wait, Primarch?

When the emperor saw Yifeng reacting, he turned and walked towards the door.

The reason why humans did not give birth to those secondary gods is that the emperor or the subspace collected them.

For example, in the golden age, those who believed in freedom, wanted to be quick, advocated calligraphy, and craftsmen... each of these were very weak, but the emperor kneaded them together and created a khan.

The same goes for the other Primarchs, who were originally mankind's own lesser gods.

The Emperor rushed into the subspace and robbed a lot of mysterious substances. They were essentially similar to the spirit bones of the Eldar. They were the materials that carried the real bodies of the creations in the warp, but they were much more powerful and rarer than the spirit bones.

Fixing humanity's own creation of lesser gods into the real world.

why?

The Emperor had long seen the end of the Eldar. The foundation of these subspace gods was the real world. The Eldar gods interfered too little with the real world, causing the real world to be shrouded in desire and unable to change. In the end, the Eldar prospered. Turn into decline.

The Emperor's way is to let human secondary gods themselves come to the real world to manage their own believers.

No matter what, they will manage their territory according to the source of power in their subconscious. Does the orderly Five Hundred Worlds look like humans in war mode? The world under Lorgar's rule is full of magicians...

Protect humanity from its roots.

......

Then won’t I never be able to become a Primarch?

Woohoo~~~

Wiping away tears for the future that he never got, he thought about what he could get out of the Emperor. Anyway, if my merits were replaced by a normal Horus, I would be able to be crowned king. At least... what's the pitfall?

While Yifeng was brainstorming here, the emperor suddenly stopped.

"I have to make you completely disappear from this world."

???

Yifeng tilted his head, "Isn't this coming back again?"

"I mean your soul must disappear completely."

"Ah, yes."

Yifeng felt a flash before his eyes, and the emperor's tall figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

"The root of the Primarch is faith. How do you think your current state is different from theirs?"

Yifeng:? ? ?

Am I the original body? I think that right now we are the Primarch who has liberated the essence of the warp! Hey hey hey, isn’t this solved?

"The difference is... I am... almost the same as you? No, why didn't you become the original body? No, you created the original body, so why aren't you the same as the other original bodies?"

"Who says it can't be done?"

???

The Emperor smiled, a smile that no one had seen in how many years.

"I intend to create a second batch of Primarchs."

The Emperor now had in his hands Ferus's essence, Konrad Curze's essence, most of the Archangel, and...his own.

Yes, the divine emperor built in human faith over the years has long exceeded the strength of the secondary gods. The emperor stripped himself off and made the divine emperor into the original body.

Several primarchs.

Similar to the state of Alpharius and Omega Reis, there are several primarchs that are essentially entangled with each other.

It is difficult to completely strip oneself of divinity because one is still alive.

The same goes for Yifeng, whose powerful subspace faith will be made into a original body.

But Yifeng can't, he can't live.

His soul must disappear from this world, otherwise the faiths will converge towards him instead of the Primarch.

No matter how you look at it, Yifeng, who is now a half-Primaris warrior think tank, is definitely not comparable to the Red River Primordial.

The emperor's eyes were cold and full of apologies. Humanity's bargaining chips were not many, and he had to do everything he could to increase his chips.

"Do you want to go back?"

"Well, how about you reward me with something so that I can return home in fine clothes and return to Atris?"

"No, go back to Earth."

Hmm, very unfamiliar vocabulary.

I have lived here for four hundred years and lived there for only twenty years. It is already difficult to tell which is my hometown.

"How to do it?"

"I'll take you back."

"The Emperor needs to follow the path of Malcador, go to the other side of the earth, and return immediately. At that moment, a large number of second-generation Primarchs will be created."

Well, the last warp explosion that swept the first generation primarchs all over the world has nothing to do with this method!

This time, we must be well protected and let Caldo Diego and the first-generation Primarchs stay there.

"I will send you back before making the second generation Primarch. The materials for making the Primarch have been taken by the Primaris Astartes named Xilixius and sealed in the palace."

The emperor's words seemed to be an order without negotiation, and Yifeng did not express any objection.

Before that, he needs to get familiar with his body first. He has not become as strong as the original body, but his psychic energy, which he doesn't know how, is currently in the mode of strengthening the physical body with flesh-and-blood psychic energy.

He tied his own muscles into knots.

Can't move at all.

The emperor walked to the door. There were too many things to do, but he was not so anxious. He suddenly became interested.

"What are you going to do if you lose this war?"

"Then I must be dead."

"Well, what then?" (Emperor: Don't try to get away with it.)

"If Terra explodes, it will explode. So what if the Sun Sanctuary becomes the Eye of Terror? Where is home in the interstellar era? It's as if without Terra, humanity would perish."

Yifeng spread his hands, it was not like there was no plan, it was just that his head hurt from the pituitary gland torture at the time, so he secretly handed it over to Christina.

"Set the capital at Macragge and continue the fight. Haven't you counted the past ten thousand years? It's much easier to use the name of the Emperor than the name of Terra. There is absolutely no relationship between Terra and the Emperor. Most colonies will definitely elect the Emperor."

The emperor nodded and looked at Yifeng as if he was very happy.

Aren't you happy that the Emperor is alive? Someone is taking charge!

There were many things going on, and the emperor did not think that Yifeng, who wanted to be ruined, was of great value. He needed an angry avenger, a powerful warrior who swept all enemies with surging rage and responded with a hundred or a thousand times destruction. To the Lord of the Red River who dared to attack Terra this time.

"Go and see the Webway," said the Emperor.