When Zeke finally withdrew his Psykers powers, his face was filled with gravity, and then he shook his head in the Emperor's direction.
This action directly made Rogal Dorn and Guilliman's hearts jump into their throats.
Trajan, the Captain-General of the Adeptus Custodes, was also the same; they all looked at Zeke expectantly.
But no one dared to speak up and ask Zeke how things were.
From his continuous performance, it could already be seen that he was also the master of mankind, the Emperor of Mankind.
They only dared to continue waiting here, hoping that Zeke would state his conclusion.
"Trouble, not ordinary trouble. The toxins in your body are simply too numerous, and the most troublesome part isn't how deeply the toxins have accumulated, but rather that a large amount of toxins enters your body every moment."
"So if I want to completely remove these toxins for you and allow you to ascend to godhood normally, it's simply too much trouble. Not only do I have to remove the toxins from your body, but I also have to stop these toxins from entering your body."
The others couldn't understand what Zeke said, but Guilliman understood it very well.
After all, ten thousand years ago, he believed in the Imperial Truth and didn't believe in the Ecclesiarchy at all.
Now he understood why his father had taught them to believe in the Imperial Truth from the beginning, rather than the Ecclesiarchy.
"I've said it before, one should believe in the Truth, not those gods of the Ecclesiarchy. Now look, it's all their fault for making our father like this!"
Guilliman, who had always cherished family, parents, and brothers, was extremely displeased at this moment. His anger was directed at the Ecclesiarchy.
And the Captain-General of the Adeptus Custodes, Trajan's reaction, was even more intense. He immediately said to the Emperor of Mankind:
"Please allow me to lead the Adeptus Custodes to completely eliminate the Ecclesiarchy!"
For the Adeptus Custodes, they didn't care about humanity.
They only cared about their protected object, the Emperor of Mankind.
And now, as long as those people stopped praying, the Emperor of Mankind would have a chance to stand up from the golden throne. This was simply too important.
With these two speaking one after another, even Rogal Dorn, who was the slowest to react, also came to his senses. His eyes immediately revealed a fierce glint, preparing to eliminate the Ecclesiarchy.
Zeke did not intervene to stop this matter. It still needed the Emperor to speak personally; if he spoke, it would only backfire.
The Emperor of Mankind slowly raised his hand, and the Psykers fluctuations in the golden throne hall suddenly froze. His gaze swept over Guilliman, Trajan, and Rogal Dorn, finally landing on Zeke.
"No."
This simple syllable plunged the entire hall into dead silence. Guilliman looked up in disbelief: "Father? Are you going to let those..."
"Faith is a double-edged sword." The Emperor of Mankind's voice was like an ancient echo, "The existence of the Ecclesiarchy is indeed poisoning me, but it is also maintaining the Imperium of Man."
"Before the threat of chaos is resolved, the Ecclesiarchy must not suffer any mishaps."
The Emperor of Mankind didn't care about himself; he cared about the human race itself.
For him, how he was doing didn't matter. He was already sitting here anyway. As long as the continuation of the human race could be ensured, he would have no complaints.
"Alright, don't be so pessimistic, all of you. the Emperor, don't tease your children anymore. Aren't you just waiting for me to solve the chaos problem before we talk?"
"Rest assured and be your throne. In at most 400 years, I will deal with those guys. At that time, I will let you stand up from this throne and have a good reunion with your children."
Zeke made his promise, and as soon as this promise was spoken, a smile appeared on the Emperor's face.
What he wanted was someone tall to bear the burden when the sky fell. In the past, he was the only tall one for the human race, so he could only shoulder it himself.
But now it was different.
Zeke's arrival gave him new hope and also signaled the appearance of a new tall person, so he no longer needed to bear it.
Of course, he had actually already prepared to sit on the golden throne for a few more millennia, as he felt that development needed time. He didn't expect that on this day, Zeke would directly give him a deadline.
He could sit on the throne for at most another 400 years before he could stand up from this golden throne.
The Emperor of Mankind didn't believe that Zeke would entertain or deceive him. Since Zeke said so, it proved that Zeke should indeed be able to solve the chaos problem within 400 years.
They had already experienced so much together, even teaming up to fight the Chaos Gods countless times, so his trust in Zeke was incredibly high.
Wasn't it just sitting on the golden throne for a mere 400 years?
Sit!
He had already sat for 10,000 years; was he still afraid of sitting for just these mere 400 years?
At this moment, the Emperor's eyes were filled with determination, as firm as if he were about to join the party.
Immediately afterward, a large amount of Psykers power surged out from Zeke's body, directly pouring into the Emperor's body to first deal with his toxin problem.
A large amount of Psykers power was infused from Zeke's body into the Emperor's body, and the Emperor felt exceptionally comfortable.
His whole body was warm, as if enveloped by a great sun, but it wasn't hot; it just made him feel comfortable and warm.
A large amount of Psykers power from Zeke appeared within the Emperor's body, helping him resolve one block of virus and faith after another.
It wasn't until six hours later that Zeke finally withdrew his Psykers power.
"Okay, I've helped you deal with the easier things. Next, you'll be more comfortable when you're on the throne, and those Psykers sacrifices won't need to be burned anymore."
"Don't burn those things indiscriminately; burning them will only make your toxins heavier."
"With my help like this, you won't need those things anymore."
Zeke wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out a long breath.
His energy consumption was enormous, even causing him to sweat.
The toxins from countless people's prayers over ten millennia were simply too much; even removing a part of them was quite troublesome.
But the effect was also immediate—the Emperor of Mankind on the golden throne, whose withered face had been unchanging for ten millennia, actually showed a trace of color.
And he was continuously getting better.
Guilliman was shocked to find that his father's cracked lips trembled slightly, revealing a genuine smile.
"How do you feel?" Zeke asked, his tone as relaxed as if he had just given someone a shoulder massage.
The Emperor of Mankind slowly raised his hand, flexing his finger joints that hadn't moved in ten millennia. This simple action made Trajan so excited he almost fell to his knees.
"Much lighter." The Emperor of Mankind's voice was no longer hoarse, but carried a long-lost sense of power, "It's like shedding... ten thousand years of burden."
Rogal Dorn suddenly knelt on one knee, his iron-like face rarely showing emotion: "Father... you..."
"Don't rush to be moved." Zeke waved his hand, interrupting this touching father-son moment.
"This is just a temporary solution.
The root of the toxins is still there. This thing just makes you feel better. Remember my words: don't let those Psykers burn themselves for you anymore; that will only make your toxins heavier."
"Understood." This time, there was no need for others to speak; Trajan, the Captain-General of the Adeptus Custodes, responded seriously.
Protecting the Emperor of Mankind was their responsibility, so he would keep this in mind.
"Mm." Zeke nodded in approval.
"In that case, let's proceed to the second round of business—"