Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

Marcus Acharo was a Captain of the Custodians' Shield Guard and an Imperial Ordinance, serving in the Indomitus Crusade's First Fleet at the start of the Indomitus Crusade.

If Yang Cheng hadn't come, then Marcus would have joined the battle at Gataramo to stop Chaos's superweapon, the Bone Cannon, from dealing a devastating blow to the fleet.

At the height of the battle, he and his brothers engaged the Dark Apostle Kal-Ghatar and his Word Bearers.

After summoning the power of Chaos, the Dark Apostle transformed himself into a monstrous monster, and Acharo was eventually killed by Gatar.

Ultimately, his sacrifice allowed the Imperial Army to destroy the Bone Cannon and finally recapture Gataramo.

But at this moment the Indomitable Crusade has not yet begun, Marcus is just patrolling as usual.

However, at this moment, almost all the imperial guards began to panic and rushed towards the direction of the emperor.

The tall golden-armored giant burst out with a speed far exceeding that of the Space Marines. After rushing through one door after another, thousands of Imperial Guards gathered outside the door of the room where the Golden Throne was located.

"marshal……"

Behind the many imperial guards, Marshal Trajan, holding the Axe of Watch, was approaching the gate.

"Open..." Trajan said in a low voice.

As soon as the words came out, the tall door was slowly opened, and a soft golden light also came in.

"My lord!"

In the dazzling light, Trajan squinted his eyes hard, trying to see clearly what was happening in front of him.

Gradually, his vision began to become clear, and he could vaguely make out two figures standing there.

When Trajan finally saw one of the figures clearly, he couldn't help but gasp, because this figure actually made all the imperial guards who had once followed the emperor stunned as if they were struck by lightning.

That figure seemed to carry an indescribable pressure, which was deeply imprinted in the soul of every imperial guard.

They stared at the figure with wide eyes in disbelief, with an irrepressible excitement welling up in their hearts.

Almost at the same moment, another equally tall and mighty figure emerged in the minds of all the imperial guards.

That is exactly the supreme and invincible emperor in their minds!

"My lord!"

I don't know who was the first to shout this name, but soon after, the other imperial guards seemed to be ignited and shouted in unison.

At this moment, a majestic, loud and powerful voice came from the golden light: "Everyone..."

These two simple words were like thunder, shocking everyone present.

Then the voice continued, "You wait outside!"

Upon hearing these words, the imperial guards were stunned at first, and then a look of ecstasy appeared on their faces.

You know, ever since the Emperor was seriously injured and the Webway collapsed, he has been trapped on the Golden Throne and has never issued such clear and unambiguous orders to his loyal servants.

In the past, the emperor's will was usually conveyed through various strange dreams or obscure metaphors.

However, at this moment, the emperor actually spoke personally and gave direct orders!

This was a huge surprise for the imperial guards who had been waiting for ten thousand years.

After all, nothing like this had ever happened since the Emperor ascended the Golden Throne following the tragic Horus Heresy!

"boom!"

The door was shut heavily, and Yang Cheng began to look at the emperor in front of him again.

His spiritual energy slowly condensed into a human figure, which was different from the tall and mighty image of the Emperor in the mural sculpture.

At this moment, the emperor looked like a tired middle-aged man. His height was even slightly shorter than Yang Cheng, but the majesty in his pupils was no weaker than Yang Cheng's.

"Emperor? Do I need to call you that? Neos?"

"No, you don't need to say that," the Emperor replied, shaking his head.

"I know what you are thinking. I am not called Golden Bacon, nor am I called the Old Emperor, Big E, the Lord of Gold, the False Emperor, the Corpse Emperor, the Corpse on the Throne, the Space Mustache, the Stinky Bacon Playing with Psychic Energy..."

"Not buddy? How did you come up with so many nicknames?"

"Just call me Neos."

The emperor looked at Yang Cheng, and Yang Cheng had already started to think.

"How about getting you a talking device?"

"No, not good."

"How about this, let's discuss something."

Neos motioned Yang Cheng to sit down, and then whispered: "How about this, you don't have to be the emperor anymore. This mess is a bit abstract. I believe the empire can be revived under your leadership."

"But I have an empire."

"It's okay, I still have several descendants..."

"I have 21 children, and none of them rebelled."

"..."

"Oh yeah, I still have Malcador."

!!!

Yang Cheng's words almost made Neos vomit blood. The person in front of him had everything he wanted. Neos even wished he could give this mess to Yang Cheng and then go and play with Yang Cheng's empire himself.

"You're a little more... abstract than I thought."

Looking at the slightly neurotic emperor in front of him, Yang Cheng even wondered if he had traveled to a fake Warhammer world.

"Ah, I want to, but none of my dozen or so descendants are easy to deal with."

"Besides Angron, Mortarion, Lorgar, and Perturabo, to whom do I owe a debt of gratitude?"

Yang Cheng seemed to understand why the Primarch rebelled. Apart from the one determined by Chaos, it turned out that 50% of the credit for the Primarch's rebellion should be attributed to the Emperor in front of him.

"I won't sit on the Golden Throne anyway. I have the webway. You can find whoever you want."

"What! You have a webway!"

Neos' heart was hit by ten thousand points again. He sat next to Yang Cheng depressed. The two of them sat on the long steps of the golden throne like two best friends.

"By the way, I'm curious about one thing, why do you have a Primarch?"

"Ah? I don't know."

"Wait a minute, if it's because of that incident, then it doesn't seem strange." Neos said to himself.

"Forget it. Now that you're here, what are your plans? Be a tyrant? Or do something abstract?"

"What else can we do? Of course, we should realize the great revival of mankind!"

"Then come sit on the toilet for me."

"Would you please stop talking about this?"

Yang Cheng glared at Neos and spoke in a sarcastic tone.

"Then take your son..."

"I'm warning you, stay away from my Malcador, Magnus, Horus and the others. They are my friends and sons, not yours."

"You know what? Stay as far away from them as possible."