Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

Trazin has performed many dissections, and he wrote and proofread the alien anatomy books used by the Empire today. He has a deeper understanding of this situation. In the past, he only regarded the similarities between species as coincidence.

But now it seems that is not the case.

The species created by the Ancient Sages are very similar to the creatures that evolved naturally from the universe. Did the Ancient Sages absorb the creativity of the Universe, or did the universe absorb the ideas of the Ancient Sages?

No one can explain this clearly.

"This 'human' does not refer to humans, but to the same type of creatures as all humans..." Orikan told Trazin his thoughts, "These humans have the help of the ancient Eldar and the technicians of the High Technology Association. Grand preparations are underway..."

"And that throne is the device to complete this preparation...!" Trazin added what Orikan had not finished.

A factory for creating pain, a machine for extracting souls.

There are also the remains of the Pharos Lighthouse built by their family floating in the air. This thing is actually the star torch on Terra, providing a stable enough reference in the subspace to determine the direction.

At the height of the war in heaven, subspace and the real universe were almost indistinguishable from each other. The terrifying battle between the Star Gods and the Ancient Saints stirred up a huge tsunami of souls.

These humans are trying to replicate the tsunami of souls in the War in Heaven, and are controlling the absorption of souls into the throne, using lighthouses to attract more souls in the subspace.

"Physically we are separated, spiritually we are one...and what this person ultimately wants to achieve is..."

"The God-Emperor." Orikan had an answer, but after thinking for a while, he still felt something was wrong. "I think the God-Emperor is just one of the small stages to be completed for this device. There should be more things behind it... We need to ask the subject, maybe he can give us more information, I know nothing about human sacred Terra."

"I don't know much about it...but my servants on Mars often receive a secret mission from the Custodes. The Golden Throne begins to lose power...The consumption of psyker fuelwood is increasing... .”

"Perhaps it's not that it's incapacitated, but that the energy accumulated by the Golden Throne is almost meeting the activation criteria. Will that bacon who plays witchcraft activate?"

"I don't think he will start it. The criteria for starting it may have been accumulated long ago. The Final Enterprise, the Iron Man War, the Age of Strife, the Great Crusade, the Great Rebellion, and the decadent empire. Over the past tens of thousands of years, the throne has been passive Actively absorb more soul power."

"So the Throne is close to the limit of containment and will soon cross the safety valve. In order to avoid self-destruction after falling short, the Throne will most likely activate automatically."

"It's very possible..." Trazin's words made Orikan's data core tremble.

"What happens then?"

"I don't know, Orikan."

The projection of Scientist 02 chatting disappeared, and the train also reached the top of the building. The maids stood scattered on both sides, leaving the middle aisle open to everyone.

A huge obelisk appeared, built entirely of black stone and living metal, engraved with the entire history of humankind in the past.

The tip of the obelisk released a beam of light that swept over everyone and returned freedom to their bodies.

"Your choice? Serve the dream of ascension, or choose to sink into the old cycle."

The long silence was considered a reply, and Obelisk could only say regretfully, "Then we can only take coercive measures. When the dream of ascension comes true, your achievements will be recorded in the form after ascension."

Everyone was waiting for it. Although they didn't have any confidence in their hearts, the universe taught them this truth.

Species that are unwilling to fight in desperate situations have become extinct, and the remaining species are all madmen who regard sacrifice as nothing.

The giant obelisk not only has a heavy Gaussian beam cannon, a particle whip, but also an exorcism dead zone generator specially designed to deal with psychic energy, and a locking anchor point to counter space-time spells.

"We'll need a battleship to destroy this thing." was the most effective advice Trazyn could give, but the Primarchs were not intimidated by the thing.

No matter who built it, nothing could stop them from rebuilding the empire's inner strength.

The obelisk's Gauss tearing beam struck, and a golden sacred shield blocked the attack and protected everyone.

The saintly Celes knelt on the ground, holding a rosary in her hand and reciting the words of the Emperor.

So did the Sisters of Battle and the Crusaders, who wept at Celes's saintly light, feeling deeply humbled by the Emperor's greatness.

Dorn was extremely disgusted with this religious ritual, but the other principles seemed not to be surprised.

"Dorne, do you remember what I told you? Times have changed." After Perturabo said this to Dorne calmly, he knelt down with Jaghatai and Fulgrim and faced the distant Tai Prayer to the Golden Throne of Ra.

The sacred shield is getting thicker and thicker, and no matter how the obelisk attacks, it remains unmoved.

The Exorcist Dead Realm has not been activated either, because in Obelisk's analysis, he could only connect the Holy Shield with the curtain that isolates the subspace.

Dawn was shocked, shocked.

His expression was the best picture of a shocked brick.

He could not understand what was happening in front of him, he only felt that he was trapped in a terrifying illusion composed of Lorgar.

The strong faith also awakened another saint. The body of Roka, lying on the shield, cracked, and golden light and bursts of hymns emanated from it.

The body is completely broken, and Roka is now a golden light source, and the light projected is full of strong hope, piety, and warmth.

The nuns cried bitterly, tears falling from the corners of their eyes, and the Space Marines knelt on the ground, praising the Emperor again and again for all his efforts in protecting humanity.

"Praise be to the only Lord of mankind!"

Among all the kneeling humans, only Dorn stood blankly. He opened his lips and said tremblingly, "Father...what has become of you..."

The cry of faith stretched out into the subspace through Roka's body and passed through the barrier set up by Tzeentch. Tzeentch had no intention of blocking it, and watched with complicated eyes as this message was sent to the God-Emperor.

The melee of the three gods has turned into a melee of the four gods. Nurgle smashed the bell at the God-Emperor menacingly, and Khorne also slashed away from Slaanesh's interference.

This sword was not directed at the Emperor, but at Nurgle who was attacking the Emperor.

Nurgle, who was stabbed hard in the back, shouted angrily, "Khorne! I'm helping you!"

"The Lord of War doesn't need any help! You all! Get! Die!!!"

(I just discovered that the chapter number was wrong, sorry, I will stop updating for a day tomorrow)

The Kaban Machine, a hateful intelligence invented by the Dark Mechanicus