"It's over?"
Guilliman, who had witnessed the entire process, finally couldn't hold back as he watched the warriors clad in Armor and wielding Lances.
Yang Tao, sitting on a chair nearby, sipping Almond water and Knowledge Tea, looked at the moved Guilliman and chuckled, "What? Do you want me to stuff some mutated organs into their bodies?"
"Or do you want to see scenes of prayer, incantations, self-mutilation, and fasting? Don't be ridiculous, Guilliman, they are my Doom Warriors, not those Astartes monks."
"My warriors, apart from believing in me, are just like ordinary people in other aspects, and can even have children. I am currently considering forming a female Destroyer unit."
At this point, Yang Tao showed a brilliant smile on his face, looking at Guilliman and teasingly said:
"After all, not everyone can be as inclusive as Ms. Yvraine."
You have a hidden meaning in your words!
Guilliman looked at the Doom Warriors who had already been equipped, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
Seeing Guilliman's expression, Yang Tao smiled, stood up, and said to him, "Let's go. Let's take a look at Terra's Warp Webway. If possible, we can clear it directly."
The Webway was a superluminal highway built by the great old ones in the Warp, convenient, fast, and unaffected by Warp energy.
The old ones gave some technology to the Eldar, entrusting them with the maintenance of the Warp Webway.
But the Eldar played themselves to death.
The Warp Webway was also abandoned. The Emperor and Yang Tao shared a similar personality; they both wanted to utilize things that others didn't want. So, an illegal small path was opened on Terra, connecting to the Eldar Webway.
Since the materials used were not psychic-resistant, someone needed to sit on the Golden Throne and cast a psychic shield to protect the Webway's safety, allowing people to use it safely.
Through the Waystone, Yang Tao and Guilliman returned to Holy Terra. They glanced at the bright and magnificent Emperor sitting on the Golden Throne.
Under Guilliman's complex gaze, Yang Tao once again ascended the Golden Throne, arriving beside the Emperor, and with a gentle wave of his master-level scepter aimed at the Emperor.
A set of nourishing spells fell upon the Emperor.
"I'm not very clear about the situation over at the Webway. Maybe I have a solution, or maybe I'm powerless. But before that, I'll give you some buffs. In case the Chaos Gods come, you'll still be able to spare some energy to take care of things."
The Emperor looked at the serious Yang Tao and nodded slightly, saying, "You can do exactly as you think. To me, seeing a glimmer of hope amidst endless despair is something truly precious."
"Hope? Who knows, but I'll put some things down first."
He took out a dark matter platform from his backpack and placed it near the Golden Throne.
Several life gems and a few repair talismans were placed on it by Yang Tao.
Activate.
The power of rules descended upon the Golden Throne. The Emperor's body was constantly nourished. The recovery of health points was nothing, but the provided satiety could be converted into energy by the Emperor himself.
The Golden Throne is a complex machine, and as a machine of the material world, it will be eroded by time.
In fact, the 'fuel' consumed by the Golden Throne every day was already 4 times more than before, a large part of which was due to some damaged and aging components.
But the Mechanicus were helpless with the Golden Throne, completely lacking the ability to repair it.
"Alright, that's enough for now."
Yang Tao clapped his hands as if he had done something insignificant, looked at the Emperor, and chuckled, "You stay busy. Guilliman and I will go check out the specific situation at the Webway."
With the various buffs and the repair of the Golden Throne, the Emperor's voice also became much more robust:
"Guilliman, his demands are my demands, his commands are my commands…"
"I understand, Father."
Guilliman felt no psychological burden; he felt that the surprises he had received today alone were more than he had received in the past ten thousand years.
Guilliman led Yang Tao away, heading to the underground palace where the Webway was located. In the underground palace, what appeared before Yang Tao was the artificial Webway, once known as the hope of the Imperium. Now it had become a ruin ravaged by demons, but even as a ruin, the magnificent and spectacular Terra Webway and the bottomless abyss on both sides of the great bridge, a scene more magnificent than any wonder, left Yang Tao utterly shocked.
He knew the Webway entrance was large, but he hadn't expected it to be this large; several starships could travel side by side through it without any problem.
Even now, the abandoned Webway is still teeming with terrifying demons, and the Custodian Guards are also clearing out these disgusting creatures.
"This was originally the hope of the Imperium!"
Guilliman said very calmly, "But now it has become a sharp sword hanging over the Imperium's head. The fate of the Imperium has become intertwined with this place…"
"Then why not just abandon Terra? Although this is the homeworld of humanity, I think sometimes learning to let go is the best choice."
Yang Tao knew that if the Emperor left the Throne, Terra would become a new Eye of Terror, but compared to a freely moving Emperor, he felt that a new Eye of Terror was not unacceptable.
"It's not that simple."
Guilliman patiently explained, "As you said, the destruction of Terra is not important. Ten thousand years is enough time for us to move everything from Terra and rebuild Terra in another star system."
"The eruption of the rift will trigger a chain reaction. At that time, it won't just be a new Eye of Terror, but new Warp rifts could appear in every corner of the galaxy, eventually being submerged by ubiquitous demons."
Yang Tao understood Guilliman's meaning. No wonder the Emperor would sit on the torture device enduring ten thousand years of pain, because he loved humanity so deeply.
The two arrived in front of the abandoned Webway; any further would be entering the true Webway.
Warp energy constantly overflowed here. The Emperor was not omnipotent; it was perfectly normal for some free-floating energy to escape.
"Is there a way?"
"I have three methods in mind. First, I can place special devices near the Webway to drain the Warp energy, but doing so carries some significant risks. If there's truly no other way, we can try it."
"Second is to get me some psychic-resistant materials so I can study if I can replicate them, and then repair the Webway."
After stating these two methods, Yang Tao said no more but stared blankly at the massive Webway.
Guilliman asked, "What about the third one?"
"The third one?"
Yang Tao took out a black pocket watch the size of a human head from his backpack.
"Of course, it's to make the time here return to ten thousand years ago!"