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The earth is shaking.

Terra, holy Terra. From the palace to the North Pole, from the surface to the ground, nowhere is quiet.

Inside the palace. between the thrones.

He Shenyan lowered his head, he stared at the ground between the thrones and fell into contemplation, as if observing the luxurious floor tiles. In all fairness, they are indeed worthy of long-term scrutiny. They are perfectly divided and proportioned. Each floor tile has the deeds of human heroes in different periods.

No need to calculate, the instinctual mental scan automatically told him how many tiles there were.

Thirty-seven thousand two hundred and ninety-three yuan, each of which carries the life of a hero. Some are warriors, some are scientists, some are doctors, and some are scholars. Among them are the ancient heroic souls from the time when Terra was not unified, and there are also Legion veterans from the 30k period.

In a floor tile, He Shenyan saw a person he was familiar with.

Saul Tarvitz.

'Hero of Honoring His Legion', 'Last Son of the Emperor', his face and his name are on the tile. Yingwu is unyielding, how bright. The Emperor didn't even forget him, he didn't forget anyone.

He remembers all those who died. Heroes are to be remembered, and commoners are immortalized in his memory. Everyone...only one is missing. He took into account all human beings, and only one was missing.

What about himself?

He Shenyan's thoughts were interrupted by the vibration on the ground, he raised his head, his vision penetrated the ceiling, and the broken body of Jiva Duolun fell into his vision. Half of the bird carcass of the scorched lake hangs on him. He Shenyan moved his fingers, but said nothing. The field of vision continued to penetrate, to the ceiling.

Come to the sky of Terra, the golden sun is already hanging above the sky. It exudes divine heat, and the pollution of the earth is fading fast.

The power that belongs to Nurgle melted instantly under the sunlight, whether it was the poisonous cloud in the sky, the poison released by the spores, or the mushroom creep that covered the hive, all melted under the sunlight. , in their most primitive form. Dispersed in the air, it turned into a golden light spot and floated up quietly.

He Shenyan heard the cheers, the voices of the refugees who survived by chance. They chanted the Emperor's name aloud, praised her, and worshiped her as a god. What they didn't know was that this move would make the Emperor fall into death faster.

"Heaven Comes"

The mage knows the truth, and he is the only person in the entire human empire who is capable and qualified to know the truth.

The Emperor - was killed by humans.

After he was injured and had to sit in that chair to keep the Empire from collapsing, this subtle influence and death began to happen briefly. The horrific torture device had continued to burn his mind and body for the past ten thousand years. However, the physical pain was only temporary, and the mental damage was permanent.

His soul was broken, and it was not ruled out that Tzeentch was involved in it. But they still feared him. However, after his ideal was shattered, the empire also shattered along with it. Asking for truth and progress will only further the pollution of Chaos. In desperation, he acquiesced to the spread of what he hated most in the empire.

From top to bottom... State religion.

religion.

They made him a god, the **** of all mankind, the **** of protection, the **** of vengeance, the **** of justice. For 10,000 years he had received worship and belief from all human beings, and their promiscuous chanting had exacerbated the shattering of his soul, leading to a result that made Tzeentch laugh.

The emperor has really become a god.

The broken soul cannot be reunited by himself again, but is reinforced by faith and thus becomes a whole. A brand new whole... However, the person in the past is forever dead. If he really ascends to a **** today, the thought born will definitely not be dominated by the original personality.

He Shenyan stared at the golden sun and suddenly remembered what he had done to Supreme Wisdom. At that time, he made the Supreme Wisdom the **** of the Kree people, using the belief that the Kree people had in it for thousands of years. He Shenyan made it a **** of faith. Coincidentally, today, Tzeentch also made the emperor a god.

Stupid joke.

In the blink of blue light, he left the throne room and came outside the palace.

The huge thousands of steps went from top to bottom, Angron without a helmet sat on it, the axe was placed between his legs, and the scarlet flames had dissipated. He Shenyan came to him, and Angron let out a chuckle as if he knew he would come.

"I thought we won," he said. "I didn't expect that we were the losers."

"it's not finished yet."

"What are you talking about?"

"I said, it's not over yet."

He Shenyan lowered his head and stared at Angron's eyes. The shining golden eyes made Angron's heart stunned for no reason. He heard the mage say in a very firm voice: "If my estimation is correct, There are still three hours before he fully ascends. Those three hours are enough for me to do something."

"doing what?"

Angron stood up, his heart pounding. Tongue stiffened, he wanted to ask more questions, tried to calm himself, but he couldn't. Because he had already guessed the answer.

"You want to—" Angron took a deep breath, he felt that his heart was about to jump out of his chest. "—Okay, but what are you going to do?"

"It can't be done by me alone."

He Shenyan snapped his fingers, and Guilliman was teleported to him in an instant. There were still traces of sadness on the face of the regent who was kneeling on the ground, but He Shenyan picked it up. The psychic tentacles gave him a psychic shock without hesitation, and forced Guilliman to wake up from his grief with pain.

"Are you... what?"

"Yes, it's me. This is Angron next to him—long story short, Guilliman, I still have a way, but I need your help, and I need your help."

Looking at those golden eyes, Guilliman heard himself say, "Okay."

He was still in shock, the discomfort of the transmission, the pain of mental shock, the sadness, and the anger that surged when he saw Angron. All kinds of emotions were intertwined in his heart, but Guilliman had a different perspective. He knew he should have some emotions, but he couldn't. It was as if he was watching his movements in the third person, which was very strange.

"How many of those psionicists in Star Jupiter are still alive?"

"Four thousand seven hundred and twenty one." Guilliman quickly searched for this information in his own brain. "what do you need?"

He Shenyan raised his hand, and golden light poured out from his hand, setting up a golden streamer between him and Guilliman. In an instant, Guilliman's vision was brought to the entire Terra. He had never observed the entire planet from such a perspective before, and He Shenyan's voice came from his ear.

"Give them an order."

"Who?"

"People from Xingjuting, tell them to relax and not to resist. I don't have any extra power to waste on forced teleportation in a tug-of-war with each of them. Tell them directly and tell them not to resist—" He Shenyan said The sound was getting farther and farther, as if it was moving away from his ears.

Guilliman did as he was told, and the idea of ​​'issue an order to Star Jupiter' was faithfully implemented as soon as it appeared in his mind. The next second, 4,721 different souls appeared in front of him, and the next second, Guilliman found that his voice began to echo in this dark space.

It was his voice, but it was unbelievably calm.

"Imperial Regent Robert Guilliman is speaking to you, everyone in the Star Jupiter, I need you to relax and not resist."

Four thousand seven hundred and twenty-one different souls reacted differently. Some were shocked, some were puzzled, and some felt that this was a chaotic conspiracy.

But in just a moment, Guilliman found that the scenery in front of him had changed. He no longer observed the entire Terra in a macroscopic state, but appeared in the Forbidden Castle inexplicably, with 4,721 psionicists standing beside him.

"what happened?"

"The emperor is above, what happened?"

"His Royal Highness Regent, it is His Highness Regent—God, did you do it?"

The noisy sound hit Guilliman's ears in an instant. He suppressed his impatience and doubts in his heart, and wanted to explain it to them. However, a loud noise interrupted his thinking in an instant.

He Shenyan appeared in the blue light with a gloomy face. He seemed to have completely lost the mood to speak properly, and just rudely and shoved the current situation and plans into the minds of the psionicists and Guilliman. Robert Guilliman must admit that after a brief dizziness, he felt frightened.

Who the **** could have come up with such a plan?

He Shenyan spoke calmly, interrupting the small movements of the psionicists to communicate with each other through psionic communication. The mental power tentacles just swept away, and all the thousands of communication channels that were one after another disappeared: "The one hundred psionicists of the Star Torch today need it, have you supplied it?"

"No, my lord." A psionicist answered him first.

He was wearing a white robe with a rosary hanging from his neck. There are also several cloth bags hanging around the waist, which are filled with sandalwood. With a red hood, his face is engraved with fine tattoos, all of which are the words of the Emperor.

"It saves me a bit of trouble..."

He Shenyan snapped his fingers, and his psionic energy connected all the psionicists present in an instant.

Such a miraculous experience is extremely novel even for those who use psionic communication every day. A few extremely talented people have glimpsed He Shenyan's psionic energy in that brief connection, and the enormous oppressive force that came back. Let them be paralyzed at that moment, fall to the ground, and then be lifted up by the mental strength tentacles.

+Don't try to spy on powers you can't handle+

He briefly warned them, then continued to use psionic communication.

+My plan, you should all understand, those who refuse to participate can explain it now. +

He waited for a while, but no one offered to leave.

+Very good, so let's get started now. +

He Shenyan sat down with his legs crossed, and the psionicists and acolytes followed suit. The blue light poured out of them, and Guilliman pursed his lips tightly.

They will all die. Guilliman thought. Voluntary sacrifice for an almost impossible goal.

He cast his eyes on He Shenyan, and he sat cross-legged with his eyes closed and his head lowered. A golden light radiated from him. Guilliman knew his purpose and what he was doing from the crazy plan.

He is taking on the responsibility of the original emperor - in order to maintain the Star Torch, the Star Torch Court needs to maintain 10,000 trained psionic acolytes to power the Star Torch, and an additional 100 psionicists are required to suffer Painful death to add energy. The Emperor will direct the radiance of the Star Torch with his supreme will to light a beacon for humanity in the Warp.

In the days when Terra was in war, Star Torch Court was naturally unable to provide it with energy. This is the darkest moment since the birth of the Star Torch. Guilliman can see from the picture provided in the plan that in the Warp, the brilliance of the Star Torch has become almost invisible... as their future. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

With 4,721 people, 5,279 people are missing, and He Shenyan will supplement the missing power. The psionicists of the Star Jupiter will burn their souls to serve as the fuel that these celestial torches lack, 4,721 people, sacrificed without regrets, just to win a near-impossible ending.

That plan... that terrible plan was beginning to take root in Guilliman's heart. A familiar shiver made his spine shiver, and his breathing quickened. He stared at He Shenyan's face and began to think, who could have come up with such a plan in such a short period of time?

+madman+

He Shenyan opened his eyes abruptly, and the golden brilliance burst out from his eyes without reservation, and the overflowing brilliance made Guilliman's eyes hurt.

+Only a madman would have such a plan, Guilliman, I'm a madman, I'm going to save another madman now, do you want to come with me? +

+ Do you really want to connect the spirit of all mankind through the Star Torch? +

He Shenyan shook his head slightly.

+ You won't understand, it involves a lot of complex knowledge, I can't explain it to you in such a short time... But yes, I do want to connect the spirit of all mankind through the star torch . +

He Shenyan looked at him and withdrew the psionic communication. His voice echoed in the hall, and every word was extremely clear.

"Faith can make him a god, but it can also make him a man at the last minute. What I have to do is simple, Guilliman, I will take him off the throne, I will let him live!"

There was determination and madness in his eyes: "He has protected mankind for so long, now, it's time to reverse each other's identities!"