Chapter 525: Savior: Emperor, old man, I have something I want to ask you…

The ground trembled slightly, and the storm vortex in the sky became even denser.

The center of the vortex slowly rotated above the apex of the throne.

Those golden, serpentine currents lit up the machinery, and sacred energy flowed along the vein-like conduits.

This caused it to emanate an ancient aura, and even the air became oppressive.

The heavy and dense rumbling became clearly audible—thump, thump, thump, like the rhythm of a beating heart, drifting throughout the area.

Eternal and untouchable.

The black throne at the top was submerged in golden light, merging with the swirling smoke from the sacred oil candles, so sacred it was.

Sacred music floated in the air.

The Ecclesiarch of the Adeptus Ministorum directed a choir of tens of thousands, chanting hymns about the Savior, in commemoration of that being's dedication to humanity.

Everything seemed so sacred.

On a platform of the mechanical structure, the Primarch of the White Scars, Jaghatai Khan, and the Custodes raised their heads, looking up at the Savior on the black throne.

There was a trace of respect in their eyes.

That Hope Primarch Savior was doing the same thing as the Emperor, taking a great risk to strive for the future of the human Imperium.

Of course, they did not know that the probability of success for this Black Throne project was over 99%.

Generally, for plans or combat operations, if the probability of winning is less than 80%, the Savior wouldn't dare to proceed, and he would be more cautious when encountering the number nine or multiples of nine.

This time, he was simply being forced to act.

“The Savior is harnessing that power…”

The Captain-General of the Custodian Guard and the Custodes felt the aura of the Emperor and respectfully saluted the black throne.

His Majesty the Emperor was like an eternal beacon, never extinguished in the long river of the universe.

And the Hope Primarch Savior was trying to control that power to fill the cracks in the Webway's veil.

These Custodian veterans of ten thousand years were quite familiar with this.

Khan frowned, very worried: “Brother Ron… can he withstand the backlash of the throne?”

This White Scars Primarch knew the horror of the throne, the high-intensity energy triggered by its activation would put even their father, the Emperor, under tremendous pressure.

Causing continuous damage to the body.

Although the Hope Primarch Savior was temporarily using the Emperor's clone to withstand the backlash of the throne, he was, after all, not the Emperor.

No one knew if he could succeed.

Khan had also made a suggestion not long ago, hoping that the two brothers could jointly withstand the backlash of the throne to reduce the damage.

But this proposal was rejected.

Even the body of the White Scars Primarch could not withstand the high-intensity power of the throne, not only the physical damage, but even the psychic energy would be continuously drained.

Causing irreversible damage.

Ten thousand years ago, the strongest psychic of humanity, the Regent of the Imperium, Malcador the Hero, was a living example, that being sat on the Golden Throne in place of the Emperor, and was soon exhausted of psychic energy and life by the throne.

Turning to ashes.

If the White Scars Primarch were to connect to the black throne, I'm afraid it would be the same fate.

From any point of view, the only one who can now bear this mission and sit on the black throne is the Hope Primarch Savior.

He is humanity's only hope to obtain the Webway.

Khan, the Custodes, and more Imperial personnel could only watch as that being endured the erosion of the black throne, waiting anxiously for the result to come.

The hymn about the Savior also reached a climax, the Archbishop and the priest choir immersed in the magnificent and sacred emotions.

They increasingly felt the great dedication of the Savior, and could not help but shed tears.

Buzz~

Ron floated above the black throne in a powerful and handsome posture, his whole body turning into a super light bulb.

The surrounding visible area was golden lightning that turned into turbulent flows.

At this moment, he felt that he was in tune with the universe, in tune with the chaotic warp, dominating the endless void.

Or, this is the reason why this grand machine is called a throne.

“I… am the one who rules everything, the supreme god…”

Such thoughts flashed through Ron's mind.

But correspondingly, he also endured endless pain and pressure, every muscle and every cell in his body was being torn apart, reorganized, and then torn apart again.

Only the Emperor clone's perverted body could withstand it.

At this time, a deep and solemn hymn came, and the priest choir had more sobs and tremolos in their emotion.

“Wo Gan~

Just who the hell wrote the hymn of praise, if I didn’t know better, I’d think I was about to ascend to heaven…”

Ron was convulsing in pain.

After he understood the meaning, he was even more numb.

This hymn is meant to set off the Savior's great image, but at such a moment, it's so deep.

It's too unlucky.

At this time, any metaphysical factors must be taken into account, so as not to capsize in the gutter.

Let yourself enjoy the Emperor's treatment.

“Or let them change to a more cheerful hymn, even a lively DJ or Emperor's electronic music is better than this thing…”

Ron thought so, and prepared to deduct the faith of those guys later.

He tried to send messages to relevant personnel, but sadly found that all the surrounding communication facilities were broken, and even the sound could not be transmitted under the influence of high-intensity energy.

After that, he tried to use psychic energy to transmit messages, but it was also very difficult.

Now he is too deeply connected to the warp, it is difficult to use psychic energy to transmit messages to the real universe.

The only way is to spend a lot of psychic energy to create a miracle “manifestation”.

Then pass on the information.

But after thinking about it, Ron still didn't do this, it would waste a lot of psychic energy, and it would look more like ascending to heaven.

Let's put the energy and precious energy into controlling the black throne.

Crackle~

Under Ron's full control, the sacred energy gathered, rushing towards the veil cracks in Commorragh like a mountain and tsunami.

Those chaos warp tides were suppressed back, blocked on the other side of the veil.

“Emperor be praised, this wave… is a success!”

Ron could feel the veil cracks gradually repairing, and the chaos demon tides in one area after another temporarily subsided, and no new chaos forces invaded.

He saw the hope of success, and mobilized more sacred energy to mend the huge crack in the center.

As long as that veil crack is repaired, it will be a great success.

Ron was extremely excited, just a little bit, and the layout of many years would usher in the moment of harvest.

However, just as he increased the intensity of the sacred energy, he suddenly felt a strong obstruction and tearing.

The black throne also erupted with strong electric arcs, causing the entire mechanical structure to fall into chaos.

He himself fell heavily from mid-air, suffered serious injuries, and was adsorbed on the throne, and the sacred light also went out.

“Wan spicy!”

Ron didn't have time to check the wounds on his body, he only had such a thought in his mind.

His mind flashed through many scenes, as if his short life of more than a hundred years was about to end here.

Fortunately, the high-intensity terrifying energy of the throne did not tear him apart, but there was no way to continue repairing the remaining cracks.

Even more tragic is that he has no way to get down from the throne.

Double row, see the toilet double row again… tragic!

This scene stunned everyone present, and even the Ecclesiarchy choir was infected with a sad atmosphere.

The increasingly solemn sacred music was more like sending the Hope Primarch Savior to heaven.

“Archbishop, give me some cheerful sacred music…”

Ron was finally able to speak, using psychic energy to send a message to the Archbishop, ordering several Savior sacred music related to the Return of the Ecclesiarchy.

About equal to those cheerful songs that are repeatedly played during the Spring Festival to adjust the atmosphere.

Otherwise, if you do something like dedication or great ascension sacred music, I'm afraid I really won't be able to hold on.

After that, Ron also sent messages to Khan and others to appease everyone's emotions.

So as not to cause chaos.

He told everyone that he didn't have any problems, the black throne just had some minor glitches temporarily.

It will be able to continue running soon.

After receiving the message from the Hope Savior, everyone calmed down and continued to wait on the platform below the throne.

It's just that their mood is more nervous.

In fact, Ron was deceiving everyone, he didn't know what the situation of the black throne was or whether it could be repaired.

I don't even know if I can get down from the throne.

Ron sat weakly on the black throne, unaware that his posture was exactly the same as that of the Emperor on the Golden Throne.

It's just that he has more flesh on his body.

But if this situation is not changed, the flesh and blood on this body will most likely become a skeleton like the Emperor.

Ron and Archmagos Dominus Cawl, who came to inspect the black throne, looked at each other and fell into silence.

He stared at Caul, whose electronic eyes were darting around, unable to meet his gaze, and finally broke the silence:

"Didn't you say there was no possibility of failure in this plan? What exactly is going on now?!"

Caul lowered his head, swallowed the nonexistent saliva, and stammered:

"Savior, you have unfortunately encountered the predicted 0.000000001% failure factor.

But that's not due to technical reasons. I strongly suspect that the Changer of Ways has set a trap, affecting the original trajectory of the plan's destiny."

Ron gritted his teeth: "You seemed to say just now that we should believe in science!"

He almost laughed out of anger.

This Caul guy was so confident before, but now that he's failed, he's started talking about the Changer of Ways and the trajectory of fate.

He's very likely trying to shirk responsibility.

Caul's massive mechanical body shrank back, weakly reminding him: "Just to correct you, the concept of believing in science was proposed by you.

You said it at the Urs Mechanical Church Assembly on July 13th, 15 years ago, at 13:13..."

"Okay, okay, the concept was proposed by me."

Ron didn't listen, interrupting the Black Techno Sage.

He tried to calm the injuries on his body, too lazy to argue with this guy: "Immediately find a way to restart the Black Throne.

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"If there's no way to complete the plan, you'll be left here until the throne is repaired.

And Little Spirit will completely cut off your internet and take over your personal accounts."

The words of the Hope Primarch Savior were like venomous thorns, deeply piercing Caul's heart.

His mechanical face turned from black to white, his whole body trembling and clanging, with even parts falling off.

It could be said that he was very afraid.

Caul threw himself into the inspection of the Black Throne with almost desperate zeal, his electronic brain smoking from overload.

Before long, he discovered the problem with the throne's stagnation and proposed a new solution.

"Is this really going to work?"

Ron sighed.

He was a little incredulous and cautiously asked again.

This time, Caul didn't dare to make any more guarantees, and his tone became much more serious: "Savior, this is probably the only way."

"It seems this ending is inevitable..."

Ron painfully closed his eyes, finally resolving to make a choice.

It was a difficult choice.

From now on, he would probably have to sit at the same table as Little Ma.

After preparing himself mentally, his consciousness delved into the Warp to contact the Emperor himself.

Ron was a little guilty.

Because he was about to do a "rebellious" thing, which was to ask the Emperor to sit on the Black Throne as well.

Now, the power of the Little Sun was simply unable to support the operation of the Black Throne, so he had no choice but to ask the Emperor to work a little harder and replace him.

This could be achieved through the already repaired and adjusted, Emperor-version Holy Machine.

This was equivalent to letting the Emperor sit on two thrones with one butt.

Double the toilet.

No matter how you looked at it, it was a bit heretical, a display of great filial piety.

...

The Chaos Warp.

Within the high-dimensional space, holy energy was still entangled and contending with Chaos energy.

In this region without time and space, the hyperdimensional battle had been going on for who knows how long.

The Emperor had engaged in countless clashes with the three Chaos Gods, Khorne, Slaanesh, and Tzeentch, the war between faith and concept was dazzling.

Such a terrifying battle could drive any psyker or high-ranking warrior who witnessed it insane on the spot.

Flap, flap—

Tzeentch, transformed into a star-system-spanning black raven, abandoned most of its feathers to finally break free from the Emperor's restraints.

He had also suffered a lot of injuries as a result.

At this time, a slightly weaker consciousness timidly emerged in the Emperor's area.

It was the Hope Primarch Savior.

???

The sudden appearance of the Savior prompted the Emperor to send out an inquiry.

He was a little puzzled, wasn't this kid controlling the Black Throne, how could he suddenly appear here?!

"Emperor, I have something I want to talk to you about..."

Ron's Little Sun had a somewhat bewildered look, hesitating how to say it.

He couldn't just tell the Emperor directly, I messed up the Black Throne, the Veil rift can't be repaired, so now I have to ask you to sit on the Black Toilet, right?!

And that couldn't guarantee success either, the risk was extremely high.

Tzeentch felt a constant throb in his heart when he saw the Savior's arrival.

He had a bad feeling about this.

He was very puzzled, the Black Throne thing shouldn't have much to do with him, right?

In order not to get involved with that unlucky Hope Primarch Savior, he had withdrawn all his schemes and plots regarding the Black Throne.

He hadn't carried out any interference.

Tzeentch had come here to watch the chaotic war between the gods and enjoy some of the power of chaos and change.

Who could have imagined that he would be beaten up by the cursed one just after coming to watch the show?

Just as Tzeentch was hesitating whether to run away, the first sentence spoken by the Hope Primarch Savior almost made his heart stop.

"Now there's some unfortunate news.

Due to the destructive schemes of the Changer of Ways, the activation of the Black Throne has failed, but fortunately..."

Before Ron's psychic message could be half transmitted, the Emperor's anger erupted like a volcano.

He was furious to the extreme.

Gah!

Tzeentch cried out in grief and fled without looking back.

However, he was still a step too late.

The golden flames transformed by the Emperor pounced on Tzeentch, even the other two Chaos Gods temporarily avoided the edge.

Because they had never seen such an angry cursed one.

If before it was considered pulling out a knife to fight, now the cursed one was equivalent to pulling out a grenade, a style of play that meant mutual destruction.

Who would dare to stop him?!

"No, I have never interfered with the Savior's fate, that was an unpredictable accident in the cosmic maelstrom!"

Tzeentch's shadow struggled frantically, with no intention of fighting.

This was the most wronged thing he had ever encountered in his endless life.

However, the Emperor did not listen to the Changer of Ways' defense at all, but simply continued to output.

Causing the other two Chaos Gods who were watching to change color and retreat to a safe area.

Khorne and Slaanesh also wanted to go up and help, but they were not sure whether their opponent was willing to come forward, so they hesitated a little.

After all, if they were injured once they went up, it would give their opponent an advantage.

But in such a high-dimensional battle, the opportunity was fleeting.

Just during their hesitation, Tzeentch had already become a roasted bird, eventually escaping back to the Crystal Labyrinth at the cost of leaving behind a pair of jet-black wings.

His essence had been severely damaged, and it was directly lost.

It was more than ten times more of a loss than Khorne selling blood to刷榜and reward his Bloodthirster Ka'Bandha, the power of change he had acquired over the years was considered a waste.

Khorne and Slaanesh saw the miserable state of that Changer of Ways, and they didn't dare to continue approaching the cursed one.

The Emperor still maintained an angry posture.

He had also paid a considerable price for this battle.

But it was a worthwhile price, he had to pick a slightly weaker Chaos God as an object of deterrence.

So that the remaining Chaos Gods would not dare to act rashly.

The arrival of the Savior was just a pretext for an outburst.

Although the Emperor was powerful, he was not confident in dealing with all the Chaos Gods at the same time.

So for these ten thousand years, the Emperor had been using the suspicion and fear between the Chaos Gods, while paying a price beyond his ability to bear, to maintain his invincible posture.

He had also created an image of a reckless man or a Dark King who would fight to the death with whoever came.

To deter the gods.

In his personal realm of consciousness, the Emperor returned to human form.

This human Emperor looked at the Savior with a gentle gaze and revealed a hint of a smile.

Such an ending was also within his expectations.

Or rather, he had long been psychologically prepared to give everything for humanity.

"Grandpa..."

Ron looked at the golden body in front of him, the enlightened ruler of humanity, and felt even heavier in his heart.

Now, this human Emperor would have to endure more of the throne's pain for the sake of humanity.

Before he could say anything, he felt the change in his soul.

The Emperor's vast soul energy was being injected into the clone body through the Holy Machine, slowly squeezing out his soul consciousness, replacing him in enduring the erosion of the throne.

And then heading towards an unknown fate.

Beside the Black Throne.

Ron woke up in his Primarch body.

He looked at the gradually reviving clone on the throne, his emotions were a little complicated:

"This time it must be successful, Lao Han and I are still waiting to have a big保健with you..."