Chapter 186: The Return to Terra
It was only when the faction leaders arrived that Taihou and her group could escape their predicament.
Upon hearing the news, the research Kansen rushed over, taking the Purifier for study. They wanted to see the differences between the Sirens and the Kansen.
Learning of this development, Kao Er also brought a professional team to participate in the research. As a devout follower of the Adeptus Mechanicus, his thirst for knowledge was beyond ordinary comprehension. He certainly wouldn't miss the opportunity to study the Sirens.
The Emperor appeared calm and collected, mainly because he had already acquired the fundamental knowledge of the Siren system. He understood clearly what the Sirens truly were, they were, in fact, also Kansen.
Their origins were simply unique. They were not enemies of human civilization, but rather another guardian of human civilization, albeit with extreme methods.
The achievements made on this outing were brilliant, easily breaking through the Siren fortress and even capturing the Purifier. In due time, taking down Observer Alpha would also be manageable.
Raven had intended to stay in the Azur Lane Universe a bit longer. However, with the stabilization of the space-time tunnel, teams from the Human Empire were continuously being sent over. At the same time, new reports arrived.
After spending considerable time and resources, the Golden Throne, which the Emperor had long desired, was finally completed. It would become the core hub for multiple universe-level projects of the Human Empire and the embodiment of the Human Empire's supreme will, representing the dawn of a new era.
Upon receiving this news, the Emperor handed over his current work to Dorn, preparing to return for a while to control the Golden Throne, monitor the Warp, and guide humanity toward the vast expanse of the stars.
After discussions, the high-ranking officials of the various Azur Lane factions submitted a request to the Emperor, hoping to send a team to Terra. First, to learn from the Human Empire's advanced experience and technology. Second, to broaden their horizons and see the conditions of other universes.
The Emperor readily granted this request.
A team composed of scientific Kansen, combat Kansen, as well as human scientists, philosophers, diplomats, and other members, followed the Emperor through the space-time tunnel back to Terra.
Raven also went back with them. At this stage, he couldn't stay in another universe alone without the Emperor. Perhaps when the Mist Space unlocked more authorities, he might be able to. But at this stage, he absolutely could not.
"Is this the Human Empire? Wow, what big warships!" That Kansen from the Vichy Dominion had also followed the team to the Warhammer Universe.
Seeing the magnificent planetary fortresses and warships in the Solar System, as well as Perturabo's Wrath being built around the sun, she cried out in amazement.
It wasn't just her; Taihou, Richelieu, and other Kansen also showed continuous expressions of surprise. The Human Empire was simply a symbol of greatness and mystery.
The Emperor had attendants take the Kansen and commanders to witness the Human Empire's path to ascendancy. Then he returned to the Terra Palace with Raven, preparing to assume the Golden Throne and take over control of the real-time communication network, the Warp, and the time anchor network, among other vital systems.
The Golden Throne had been constructed within the Terra Palace as originally conceived, but its true scale was grander than imagined. It utilized various technologies such as spatial folding, dimensional expansion, and temporal rifts, and was also connected to multiple pocket realms.
The fusion of countless cutting-edge technologies gave it incredible abilities, allowing the one who sat upon it to wield power beyond that of gods.
"This shall mark the beginning of humanity's dominion over all heavens," the Emperor declared, regarding the Golden Throne with satisfaction.
Malcador, Perturabo, and others displayed expressions of anticipation. The curtain had risen on the great Dual Emperor Era, and it would continue until humanity truly transcended, no longer requiring guides and protectors.
When the landing craft, emblazoned with the golden double-headed eagle, touched down at the spaceport, a mighty horn sounded. Distant chimes echoed throughout Terra.
Noble Custodians bowed their heads in reverence, welcoming the great rulers of the Human Empire. Mountain-like Titans knelt upon one knee, expressing their fealty in this ritual manner. Loyal guards stood at attention, saluting with fervent expressions, exalted to witness their twin sovereigns.
Small, graceful anti-gravity drones hovered in the air, flags and bells tied to their forms, playing clear and beautiful melodies. The tech-priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus sang in unison their hymnal, "The Great Omnissiah."
Raven perched upon the Emperor's shoulder, following him from the landing craft. Under the watchful eyes of all assembled, they walked toward the Throne Room.
The Throne Room was located within the Sanctum Imperialis, the very heart of the Terra Palace. Many passages extended from this sacred edifice in all directions. The doors were wrought from golden materials, incredibly resilient, and possessed immense psychic resistance.
The great stained-glass window at the chamber's center depicted the glorious achievements of the Emperor and Raven.
They were surrounded by mythical beasts and daemons, shimmering with saintly golden radiance like twin suns. Standing triumphant upon a pierced horned serpent, they exuded heroic presence. The other Primarchs were arranged upon their flanks according to their order of discovery.
The Throne Room's doors were magnificent, vast enough to accommodate an Emperor-class Titan. Even the Master of Mankind's imposing presence was dwarfed by their grandeur.
Accompanied by the resonant sound of mechanical gears, the Throne Room's doors slowly opened with ponderous majesty.
Raven followed the Emperor's measured stride, entering the grand Throne Room. A magnificent platform, several kilometers in height and entirely inlaid with silver runic circuits containing the vast knowledge of both technological and mystical arts, rose before them.
Upon the platform, a magnificent machine, constructed with operating principles incomprehensible to mortal minds, roared with contained power, channeling an endless stream of energy into its pulsating core. Spire-shaped devices hummed continuously, emitting unique and mysterious emanations.
Accompanied by the Custodians and Malcador, the Emperor and Raven ascended the platform.
Regarding his exclusive throne, Raven sighed softly and looked upon the Emperor. "Big Guy, if you don't help me collect the most delicious fries in all the heavens, you'll truly be letting me down."
"Is granting you the most revered status within the Human Empire insufficient?" the Emperor responded through psychic communion.
"I hope it truly is the most revered status," Raven replied.
He did not voice the remainder of his thought: "and not eternal torment."
Now, fate had turned toward the unknown. None could predict whether the Primarchs would remain loyal. None could divine the Chaos Gods' next machination. All was uncertainty.
Chaos represented both peril and rebirth. Every being qualified to serve as a player in this cosmic game must exert their utmost effort to guide fate toward their desired outcome.
The Human Empire's current might far exceeded that of the predetermined timeline. Yet the enemies they faced had grown correspondingly more terrible.
Those polluters wandering the eternal void were entities that even the four Chaos Gods could not match. They had not yet taken notice of the Human Empire's ascension, but this peaceful interlude would not endure.
One day, those polluters would recognize the threat posed by the Human Empire's rise. At that moment, they would direct their malevolent gaze upon this civilization that dared aspire to rule all heavens. Then would they employ every means to corrupt this great endeavor, reduce it to ash, and torment its despairing denizens.
"Be not troubled," the Emperor's voice resonated with absolute conviction. "No entity shall triumph over us. We shall claim all victories, and humanity shall inherit everything."
The Emperor had always possessed such confidence.
Malcador silently lowered his head in contemplation. The Emperor had always been thus.
When first they met, he was already orchestrating grand undertakings spanning tens of millennia, intending to guide humanity to unimaginable glory. At that time, he had been merely two or three centuries of age.
The Emperor had used antelopes, wildebeest, and humans to create a hunting tableau, a vision of the future contained within.
Humanity would startle those beasts, then hunt them at the appointed time and emerge victorious. It was a sympathetic ritual to ensure this future would manifest.
The Emperor had left his mark upon that painting: "I have marked it with my hand; it shall come to pass."
Malcador's title as the Sigillite derived from this moment. As companion, he served as the Emperor's anchor to reality, a partnership, a seal of belief and power.
Now, the Emperor's ambitions had expanded beyond measure. He had formulated new designs, grander visions. One galaxy no longer sufficed to satisfy him. Even a single universe could only momentarily sate his hungry gaze.
Originally, he had desired only that humanity construct the Webway, rule the galaxy, and achieve transcendence. But now, he coveted far more.
The Emperor had always been a being of boundless pride and insatiable ambition.
Raven smiled and offered no further response to the Emperor. Together, they approached the Golden Throne.
The countless mechanical hymns converged into perfect harmony, forming a sublime symphony. When the twin rulers of the Human Empire ascended to the throne, the beautiful symphony achieved flawless consonance.
Power beyond comprehension surged through the conduits.
[End of Chapter]
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