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Guilliman raised his sword, and a flame far purer than the Emperor's blaze ignited within him, as he recalled his miscalculations and the humiliation he had suffered years before.
+But I also grieve for you, Emperor. You are nothing but the embers of the Macardo I once knew—the warp has corrupted you.+
The emperor laughed. Seeing there was nowhere to hide, he gripped his scepter again. He was never one to remain hidden in the shadows.
Don't make me laugh, Guilliman, you naive child.
+You're utterly unfit to be a politician! Hasn't reality taught you the allure of bloodshed? Since you're unwilling to do so—I'll naturally teach you these despicable methods you despise. +
The emperor chuckled.
I've had enough of you, you incredibly naive children—the Lord of Humanity has spoiled you rotten, and I've watched countless lives perish because of your absurd actions!
You could have saved them—but you chose to waste lives because of your so-called glory, faith, perseverance, art…
Robert Guilliman, during your 1890 years of rule over the Human Empire, there were a total of 17955 wrongful convictions directly related to you, involving 7946 instances where you could have chosen to abandon your principles to save more people, but you never did!
The Emperor retreated, raven feathers swirling in front of him as he teleported with psionic energy! Guilliman suddenly appeared in front of him, flames barely grazing the Emperor's silver hair; the Emperor was now incredibly agile.
He used his scepter to quell Guilliman's wrath, and fragments of Slaanesh's dying authority surrounded them. The emperor was pleased to see that he, along with Guilliman, was appreciated by those in power.
This proves that they are the same kind of people.
I feel saddened by what is beyond my control.
Guilliman said that Yu Guang is a lion struggling to stand up; they have been lying in wait for too long in the shadows of history.
Only the daily documents knew the full extent of Makado's crimes.
On the path of fighting against the Emperor... it was these Primarchs who persisted.
But the bottom line must be upheld; compromise will only lead to greater sacrifices—Macardo, you've gone astray.
My biggest mistake was advising Neos to establish an empire!!!
The emperor grew enraged, and sparks flew around him, making his scepter shine even brighter.
He was utterly unfit to be a king! His mistakes created an even more irreparable wound! His Son tore the galaxy apart with his own hands—I have come to undo His errors!
Going back in time —
This line of thought is correct. The Emperor angrily sensed that the flow of time here was changing—something else was interfering, it must be the Lord of Humanity!!! Neos!!! He took the Tuchucha Engine!!!
What right does Neos have to accuse him?! They're all in cahoots! He accuses Macardo of manipulating time? But the one truly at the gambling table is the Lord of Humanity!
He should have been sitting at the gambling table!
+I have not gained nothing, Your Majesty; in the struggle against you—I have learned one thing. +
Guilliman abruptly raised his hand, and the arc of psionic electricity between his fingers extinguished the golden flames that the Emperor had just unleashed.
That means you should never listen to what you're saying; your escape plan has failed.
Guilliman walked toward the Emperor, the Imperial Sword he gripped burning with the flames of anger and reason, the monarch's authority radiating down upon him like a blaze of light. In the end, it chose Robert Guilliman, not the Emperor.
He is the true king.
Koz had already been captured by Corax in the shadows, and Fugen's psionic energy had been cut off by the Nirvana System that blocked the network. Leon stood up behind him and headed toward the point where the Comoros had collapsed in the center.
The lion has his own business.
This is a long story.
The longest road Robert traveled was not the path to the battlefield, but the arduous journey of paperwork. He had thought that as long as he did every task carefully, the empire would be a little better off.
But he was wrong.
Having spent the first half of his life without understanding psionics, Guilliman could never have imagined that malice could lurk within documents; he had witnessed the corruption of politics firsthand and dedicated himself to changing it.
But it was only after this that Robert Guilliman understood why his initiative was effective: because he was the Primarch, and because people naturally viewed him as superior.
The Primarchs themselves are special; people will automatically be convinced simply by their presence. The signature "Robert Guilliman" on the documents seems to have a magical power, making the officials in charge take them seriously.
In reality, the content written on official documents is no different from what a good ruler would write.
Then the emperor appeared.
The first politician to treat Guilliman as an ordinary person, an equal.
He was also the first person to truly use dirty political tactics against Guilliman—framing him, obstructing his family.
Perhaps the emperor was right; the environment in which he grew up was too ideal, even the conspiracies were shrouded in the light of glory, while the human world was even more murky.
So he left.
To seek out one's true self, to secretly accumulate strength, is also to truly touch the suffering of the earth.
Robert Killman never forgot hope.
+Emperor, your crimes will be judged by the Lord of Mankind—and I will take you to him.+
Now this long story is finally coming to an end.
Having completed this long journey, Guilliman did not feel the urge to avenge the rookie; instead, he felt relieved and ready to embark on his new path.
Guilliman raised his sword and swung it.
The sword, scorched by golden flames, traced an arc of light in the air.
The splattered blood handed over power to him, but Robert accepted only a small fraction of it.
He knows how to exercise restraint.
Corax, who had subdued Koz with a single blow, emerged from the shadows, and the Primarchs remained silent.
Robert Guilliman turned around, his eyes gleaming, and looked into the distance, where he saw Mortalian and Hades about to be swallowed by the expanding black hole.
And Leon Johnson, who automatically jumped into the black hole.
……
"5."
Nios said, burying his head in shuffling the cards, obscuring the dazzling light in his eyes.
Is he sad?
But there's no time for sadness.
"Next is 6."
……
The Caliban should not have fallen.
Leon thought of how his psionic energy covered the Ouroboros and Heart of Plague brought by Macado, which carried a familiar scent of the forest.
He could undo those things—time would travel back to the day Caliban fell, Leon was convinced of this, because on that day, he saw another version of himself.
The black hole at this moment was no longer a black hole in the realm of simple physics. Leon saw it trapped within a field composed of countless layers of time and gravity, the ouroboros guiding him on the right path, back to Caliban Road—he could do it, he could do it—
The Lion King's fingertips touched the surface of the black hole, and everything slowed down to its lowest point. But then his pupils suddenly shrank, and another pair of hands that he knew all too well reached out from the black hole.
He saw his own face, but it looked even more haggard.
The Caliban must be destroyed.
The lion said this, and pulled the lion, who was about to fall into the black hole, into the abyss.
At the same time, the abnormally expanding black hole also swallowed Mortarion and Hades, who were wielding their scythes.
……
"All right!"
"The Lord of Mankind!" cried the Lord, and abruptly stood up.
"Now! Star Master!"
Time pauses!
The appearance of gods appears in the broken and absurd sky of Comoros. The threads of time and destiny are wrapped around the energy-state star-keeper. Black holes and white holes sway on either side of the scales, and the passage of billions of years is reflected in the single eye.
On the waist of the enormous Star Master, who seemed to be composed of pure light, a small space necromancer swayed like a pendant.
Wolf howls and eagle cries echoed past the Primarchs who stared in astonishment at the sky, and Guilliman and Corax's forces were also halted.
+Come out! Tzeentch! ! ! +
The hollow voice of the gods pierced through time and space, echoing across the Comoros, which was shattered like glass. Day and night were reflected in different shards of glass, each reflecting a different fate.
+Hehehehehe. +
Ninety-nine destinies are traced on each feather. The true manipulator and master of destiny, the ending is like a deck of cards spinning in His palm, He can always draw a card that satisfies Him.
Tzeentch swelled, the false god possessing a power far beyond what should exist in the weakened warp at this moment, as if He had ascended the entire staircase.
+Star Master, you can go wherever you want. Why are you helping the Empire to stop me?
Eurycan suddenly pointed at Tzeentch.
+For the justice of fate! I am the defender of time! The false god who manipulates time!!! +
Then come and stop me.
Tzeentch let out a shriek, running rampant during the time-lapse. He opened his hand, and the power of the subspace, enough to reverse time, leaped up in his palm!
It's time for you to bring out your treasured engines!
The power of the Star Lord was bestowed by the ancient artifacts. The key device, the Tuchucha Engine, which the Emperor had been searching for, was actually entrusted to Luther by the Lion.
But now, in order to win over Orikan and to gain leverage to make a decision with Tzeentch, the Emperor has handed over the Tuchucha Engine to the Star Master!
Euricane drank it.
Let's open for trading!
"Let's open for trading!!!"
The Lord of Mankind roared! He swiftly slammed his empty coffee mug over the head of a small insect that had flown onto the table.
"Life or death! Put your chips on the table, Tzeentch!!!"
Win everything, or lose everything!!!
This is Neos's life motto!
With the shattered Comoros as the anchor point, the timeline begins to overlap!
Bet everything!!! Humanity is destined for revival!!!
……
From within the deep black hole, tense cries echoed.
"Hades?! Hades?! Wake up! Hades!!!"
Yay! That's it!
Chapter 692 Schrödinger of the Emperor
Hades! Wake up! Wake up!
...That voice sounds so familiar.
Hades gradually regained consciousness. He felt himself falling in all directions at the same time, and then the part of the Star God reminded him that he was falling into a black hole.
Hades instinctively tried to annihilate the black hole, but then he heard a sound again.
"Hey! No! Stop it!!!"
Ah, it's the King of Figurines, Tarasin.
Hades opened his eyes and, unsurprisingly, saw Tarasin's face. They seemed to have fallen together, with a pure white, luminous thread tied around Tarasin's waist.
"What—what happened?"
Hades asked, and he immediately adapted to the gravity inside the black hole, standing up as he felt it.
"Time is of the essence, so I'll make this short."
Tarasin immediately began to explain,
"In short, the Lord of Man made a bet with Tzeentch, and you have to fight another one—Slaanesh is not dead yet. His near-death experience caused a disturbance in time, and you should have been able to return directly to the moment of Slaanesh's resurgence because of this. But Orican just made a bet, and you are currently in the process of warp."
"???? Euricane??? An astrologer?!"