Warhammer: Rise of the Star Gods

At midnight, the palace area was still brightly lit.

Terra has become a large construction site. The new imperial administrative department needs offices, planetary defense requires military fortresses, expeditions to the galaxy and neighboring Mars require docks, and the people also need a place to live.

In order to speed up the progress, we had to work day and night.

Ku Dali's work is just as its name suggests, hard and tiring, but it is better than being caught by a scientific madman and turned into bloody flesh and blood.

The Emperor looked out the window. That was the navigation beacon, the Astronomican, that was being built.

In the Old Night era, the Star God once placed beacons throughout the universe as navigation references. No one knew why He was so obsessed with infrastructure construction, and no one dared to ask. Anyway, it was a good thing and no one else had to do it.

But that is all in the past. The gap in military strength has made the current human regime unqualified to compete with the Necrons for the legacy from a strength perspective, so the only thing left is the Warp route.

The Imperial warships now have superluminal technology and can travel at more than ten times the speed of light, but it is meaningless.

The current depth of the Milky Way is conservatively estimated to be in the tens of millions of light years. If we don't rely on star gates or go through subspace, then there is no need for an expedition.

The Astartes pushed open the door and greeted the Emperor, seeing him still working.

"The internal wiring of the Xingju has been determined and has passed the second inspection. Why bother looking at it again?"

"Oh, the consumption is too high. I still have to command expeditions and sometimes I have to fight in person. Malcador also has his own things to do. I can't waste time on this."

"After all, we are still short of people, and..."

The emperor raised his hand to stop the other person from speaking.

"I know, I understand. We have the technology to transform women into Space Marines, but it doesn't work.

Human beings are human beings, and there cannot be a higher race that replaces human beings.

Principles are principles.”

Astarte was about to say something else when there was a flash of fire, followed by a rumbling vibration.

"There was an accident at the construction site?"

The Astartes, who had no psychic powers or extra abilities, did not bring any instruments, and based on the sound of the explosion, they inferred that it was a fuel explosion.

"No, you stay here and don't move. I'll be out for a while."

The Emperor rose and left.

Inside the underground palace, Usotan led the returning Thunder Warriors and started a war with the Imperial Guards.

The Space Marines of the First Legion were ruthlessly killed, and then more Space Marines came in an endless stream.

"Usotan, what are you doing? How dare you act wildly in the palace? Who ordered you to come? What is your purpose?"

Waldo was confused amidst his anger. The Marshal of the Imperial Guards didn't understand why they had to attack the palace at this point. The Thunder Warriors had already passed their peak strength, so there was no advantage in attacking at this time.

"Valdo, you have betrayed the Emperor. The Empire cannot be dragged down by people like you!"

The Iron Lords' response was equally furious and justified.

Although there were so many flaws in this statement that one didn't know where to start complaining, it was precisely because the other party was too righteous that even Waldo was a little confused.

The speechless marshal was very speechless. Seeing that he couldn't get any information out of the man, he decided to knock the other person down first before asking.

"Marshal, how did they know our patrol route?"

La whispered a reminder and pointed out what was wrong.

Yes, after the war of unification, the imperial palace was newly built and the imperial guards’ patrols were naturally changed as well.

According to the connection of the place where the Space Marines were attacked, the enemy's advance was very purposeful. It can be said that they did not take the wrong path and were heading straight for them.

"There is a traitor, Endirion, bring people to protect the Webway.

Captain, stay where you are and continue to guard the Astronomican..."

Before he could finish his words, a warm and stern pressure descended upon him and the Emperor arrived on the battlefield.

"Usotan..."

The Emperor looked at the Iron Lord. He already knew the cause and effect. There were beings in the Warp that were secretly affecting his mind.

After all, he was an old soldier who had made great contributions to the empire. Killing him like this may have acceptable consequences, but the impact will ultimately be bad.

In order to wake the Thunder Warriors up and let them choose their own way out, the Emperor used his psychic powers to gradually separate and block their memories.

[What? I think the Imperial Guards are breaking the law... Have you lost your brain studying the law? ]

The plan was sound, but the problem was that it was all too self-contained, disregarding the well-known fact that the Emperor was a powerful psychic.

Thinking of the Astartes coming to see him tonight, the Emperor felt something was wrong.

"Where is the enemy?"

Malcador appeared out of thin air. It was not his real body, but the materialized projection of his powerful psychic power.

"No enemies,?! How did you get out?"

The Emperor was so surprised that he had no time to speak. Instead, he used psychic attacks to express his meaning.

Makado was a little stunned. "Didn't Erda say that you made me...broken!"

As smart as these two are, it’s obvious to them what’s going on!

It was simply that Erda was completely different from before after her second awakening. Her methods of cleaning up the warlords and expelling the demons were clean and efficient, which made people feel at ease, so they relaxed their guard against her.

In the Emperor's view, as long as Erdaken cooperated well and did not approach the Primarch's laboratory, all the past would be forgotten and would not be pursued any further.

Unexpectedly, something went wrong. Using the reputation she had accumulated, she deceived Machado and herself.

Sure enough, a slight vibration was heard, and through psychic induction, twenty-one beacons appeared in the Milky Way, echoing Terra from afar.

At this point, the Emperor made a direct path to the laboratory where Erda was.

"you…"

The furious emperor didn't know what to say. He wanted to ask Erda why, but he was too tired; he didn't notice the influence of chaos, but didn't want to think about it too much.

“You’re too slow.”

The explanation I expected came, but it was a little wrong... Shouldn't it be accusing me of being inhumane for using a baby as a weapon? What does it have to do with speed?

"Humans across the entire galaxy are struggling in misery, and you have spent more than a hundred years reorganizing Terra (including the preparations before and after).

Do you know how many civilizations have been destroyed by aliens in the past hundred years, and how many families that could have lived happily have been broken up?

Are you addicted to being an emperor? You only think about your imperial ambitions and forget about your people! "

Emperor:? ? ?

The emperor, whose lines were snatched away, was hesitant to speak. He didn't know what to say, and the silence was deafening.

"No ..."

After a long while, the Emperor regained his train of thought and asked, "Since you also want to protect humanity, I will first tell you that if you want to do your work well, you must first sharpen your tools.

I just want to know, what do you mean by throwing the primarchs out?

Without the general, how can I speed up the progress? "

"It is precisely because they are important that I want to throw them out.

Only when you are anxious will you improve the expedition progress, recover the world faster, and liberate humanity."

Elda's words were so righteous, and the wisdom in his eyes silenced the Emperor and shocked Malcador.

“Usotan and the others all knew this truth and thought what I said was right, so they joined my great plan.

Now, for the sake of humanity, let’s go on an expedition against the aliens!”

Looking at Erda who was speaking eloquently and with excited gestures, Malcador looked towards the Emperor, whose face without a helmet was so handsome, and the boy's blush spoke louder than any love words.

"I*** (Omitted 10,000-word telegram)"

The roar shook the sky, and the Primarch of the Sixteenth Legion (before the real Primarch was found, the legion commander was also called the Primarch) who was beating the genetic sorcerer on the moon shook his hand and blew up the reinforced gate with a power fist.

The battle in the palace was still going on. Usotan's weapons were broken and his armor was damaged, but he was still holding on.

Death is inevitable, but he is not afraid. There is nothing to be afraid of, it's just death.

Finally, the spear passed, and Usotan, the Primarch of the 4th Legion of Thunder Warriors, died.