The human army was the last to pass through the passage.
After the human army passed through the passage and arrived in this galaxy, they were not met with war, but rather a peaceful void.
The passage Yuan Shen had created earlier was indeed of excellent quality; the Chaos Gods of the Warp of this galaxy did not discover them after they emerged.
Since the other side hadn't discovered them, there was no need for them to initiate hostilities. Instead, they waited for Zeke's arrival.
And when the human fleet led by Zeke appeared in this galaxy, the six deities in the Warp quickly shrunk their bodies and appeared inside Zeke's flagship.
This was the first time these Chaos Gods had placed their bodies in the real universe.
It was mainly because Zeke was concealing them; otherwise, they would have been immediately repelled by the real universe. But even so, their avatars were extremely weak.
Now, what to do depended on Zeke's ideas.
If they fought alone or attacked like scattered skirmishers, they would most likely be expelled by the Chaos Gods of this galaxy. This was not suitable.
At this moment, due to the descent of the avatars of the six Warp Gods, the space became bizarre and the spatial structure subtly twisted. Khorne's bloody aura, Tzeentch's Weird whispers, Nurgle's decaying sweetness, Slaanesh's intoxicating fragrance, and Gork and Mork's crude green-skinned psychic energy each occupied a corner, making the place seem like a miniature Warp vortex.
Zeke sat on the central throne, his expression calm, as if these beings, who could make the galaxy tremble with a stomp of their foot, were merely ordinary advisors.
His gaze swept over the gods, finally resting on the huge star map in front, on the starry region representing the target galaxy.
"Gentlemen," Zeke began, his voice steady, "we have successfully infiltrated. Currently, it seems the local masters are unaware of our arrival.
This is an advantage, but it is also temporary."
Khorne's avatar was a brass armor constantly dripping molten blood. He let out an impatient growl: "If that's the case, let's just go straight in and kill them!"
"Let's gather all our strength and encircle and annihilate one first!"
Khorne is a God of War; he believes in courageous combat, but that doesn't mean he won't use strategy.
This time was a rush, and it required the origin. Taking out one first naturally allowed them to seize the initiative. Khorne just wanted to fight, he wasn't stupid.
However, it was clear that the decision of who to attack first had to be made by Zeke, so Khorne played a small trick.
"Whoever you say we attack, we will attack!"
This was Khorne's little trick; he handed the decision-making power back to Zeke.
But he was the first to speak, and there was no second Zeke in this world.
For Zeke, having the decision-making power wouldn't affect any interests. The decisions he could make were essentially about those few Chaos Gods in the Warp.
If Khorne jumped out first, the possibility of Zeke attacking Khorne first would also be higher.
In order to continue to grow stronger and be able to fight Zeke, Khorne even used a small trick, but it was obvious that such a trick could not deceive Tzeentch.
"Hehehe, I didn't expect you, Khorne, to be using small tricks now. You've changed..."
"I say we don't need any so-called gathering. Just deal with our own targets individually, wouldn't that be better?"
Having lost the initiative, Tzeentch was unwilling to let Khorne gain an advantage first, so he simply suggested they each handle their own. After all, with Yuan Shen 's blessing, defeating their former selves was a sure thing, at most it would just take more time.
Nurgle had no opinion on what the two of them said. As long as he wasn't beaten by Zeke, it was good for him.
Neither Khorne's nor Tzeentch's suggestions affected him, but Slaanesh's face showed a difficult expression.
The Slaanesh of this universe was at the peak of her nascent state. If he were to fight the Slaanesh in her prime with his current combat power, it would likely be a very even match.
If they each took responsibility for their own, then it went without saying that he would probably be the last one to finish.
Slaanesh did not want to fight alone; she wanted to rely on the power of the group to successfully devour her counterpart in this world.
His counterpart in this world was the strongest, so in this round of gains, the origin he could acquire would definitely be the largest.
But before he could say anything, Zeke spoke.
"In that case, then you all go and deal with your own. It makes no difference to me."
Zeke's words directly interrupted what Slaanesh was about to say.
He certainly knew what Slaanesh wanted to say now, but he just wasn't going to let Slaanesh say it. The current Slaanesh was in a peak state, so he would let Slaanesh clash with her peak state counterpart.
These Chaos Gods must maintain a balance; absolutely no one side can be stronger than the other. To avoid having to personally balance their strengths later, Zeke decided to tamper with how they acquired the origin.
Hearing Zeke speak, Slaanesh looked at Zeke with a pitiful, alluring gaze.
By this time, Slaanesh was no longer the Slaanesh she had been before. She had learned Zeke's preferences and removed all the chaos corruption from her body.
Now, she had become a delicate and beautiful woman, perfectly conforming to human aesthetics.
Slaanesh's seductive gaze, capable of instantly captivating mortal souls, fell upon Zeke, but it was like a drop of water falling into a deep pool, failing to stir even a ripple.
Zeke's eyes remained calm and unwavering.
Sometimes, first impressions are really important. Slaanesh's first impression on Zeke was that her body was covered in various forms of corruption.
To Zeke, it was as if she had smeared a large pile of feces on herself, and her preferences also made Zeke unable to compliment her.
So even though the current Slaanesh had changed herself and removed all that messy corruption, becoming a delicate and beautiful woman.
Yet, in Zeke's eyes, he could never forget the Slaanesh who had taken a pile of feces and rubbed it all over herself, and who also had all sorts of absurd fetishes.
Whenever Zeke saw Slaanesh, he would recall that scene, so for Zeke, Slaanesh's gaze held almost no meaning.
"Then it's decided. For the war in the real universe, I will lead the ork Beasts, and the human army will also enter the great war. As for you, each of you go find your own targets to fight."
"We each take what we need. If this cooperation is pleasant, we can continue to cooperate next time."
Zeke no longer wasted words, but directly set the tone for what was to come: each would be responsible for what they desired.
The next second, Zeke waved his hand, directly moving the illusory figures of these Chaos Gods away from in front of him.
They returned to the Warp to contend for their own interests.
After chasing all these guys into the Warp of this universe, Zeke then brought the Primarchs of the Human Legion back.
When Guilliman and the others all appeared in Zeke's flagship conference room, Zeke finally spoke.
"The upcoming war will depend on you. How much benefit we can gain in this Galaxy will depend on the results and achievements you can produce."
"This Galaxy is repelling me. This Galaxy is different from our Galaxy. The power of the Warp cannot be used wantonly in this Galaxy. Even I cannot interfere with the power of this reality, this universe."
After Zeke finished speaking, Guilliman became a little anxious and quickly said,
"Is something restricting you? Even you cannot take action here?"
After Guilliman finished speaking, the other Primarchs also looked at Zeke with concern.
"That's not it," Zeke waved his hand.
"This Galaxy naturally cannot stop me. It's just that the energy of the Warp in this Galaxy cannot enter the real universe. This is a very good phenomenon, and I don't want to break it."
"If the energy of the Chaos Gods of the Warp could interfere with the real universe, then no one knows if those in the Warp now would go all out against us. This does not align with our interests. Let the Chaos Gods of the Warp of our Galaxy handle those matters."
"In the upcoming battles, remember to reduce the frequency of using psychic powers. Try to prioritize the army, suppressing the enemy with powerful armies and using psychic powers less, to avoid the Warp appearing in the real universe and making this Galaxy as rotten as ours."
"Besides that, I will send you a document. You can read it then. The humans here are not like the humans you knew. They are humans who have declined somewhat from their peak."
"Although the Men of Iron Rebellion has been suppressed by humanity again, the losses caused by the Men of Iron Rebellion were not as great as you might imagine. Humanity still has the power to resist."
"The various warlords will exceed your imagination, just like the Emperor fought on Terra for hundreds of years."
"If you encounter a tough nut to crack, do not hesitate. It is appropriate for several legions to cooperate in battle. Humanity possesses black hole weapons and time-reversal weapons, which are powerful weapons."
"If someone uses this level of weapon, remember that other armies are useless. Send out our fleet equipped with dark matter shields. This is the only way to avoid being affected by time weapons."
Zeke earnestly instructed these Primarchs in front of him, even though they had already participated in one Great Crusade and should, in theory, be experienced.
However, their Great Crusade at that time was nothing compared to what they faced now: humanity's strongest period since its decline from the Golden Age.
The golden men, stone men, and Iron Legion who stood with humanity had not yet left the Galaxy. This was real war.
Zeke's tone was very solemn, and it was precisely this solemn tone that made these Primarchs realize the gravity of the situation.
Even Zeke said and told them this; if they didn't pay attention, they would likely face big trouble.
"Understood, we will be careful. If we can't win, several legions will cooperate."
Although this statement lacked ambition, Guilliman and the others still said it. They had no other choice; they now carried the hope of humanity and could not fail.
"Good, you may go. I need to personally visit Terra to find the Emperor."
"Your father, his humanity is too severely lacking. It would be good to merge with your father from this universe so that his humanity can be partially restored."
After instructing these Primarchs, Zeke waved his hand, sending them back to their respective battleships.
The next moment, his fleet moved, departing from the Primarchs' fleet.
He was going to Terra, but Terra was not so easy to reach.
What kind of place was Terra?
Terra was the core and center of the Federal Government. What interested Zeke most was that he wanted to see if he could find his House Yaeger on this Terra in this universe.
He always felt that the Warhammer Universe he entered seemed different from the conventional Warhammer Universe. After all, there was a powerful House Yaeger, so he wanted to see if there was a House Yaeger in this universe.
Perhaps he could even meet his ancestors. If he could encounter House Yaeger, that would undoubtedly be very good news.
Continuously attacking the Tyranid Swarm and acquiring resources from various places was essential.
Do not underestimate the Terran Dominion's thirst for resources. The energy core equipped inside the Terran Dominion's stellar-class battleships was a small second-level singularity.
A second-level singularity is a singularity that can create a universe. Using a second-level singularity as an energy supply is equivalent to using a small universe for energy supply, which is how a Galaxy-class battleship is created.
This level of thing is not easy to obtain; it requires a large amount of energy and resources for smelting. If Zeke wanted to build stellar-class battleships, he would need even more resources.
It can be said that if Zeke were willing to expand a second-level singularity, that second-level singularity could create a universe roughly the size of eight Galaxies.
And to create a second-level singularity, it requires roughly 1/10 of a Galaxy's resources.
A stellar-class battleship does not only represent its size, but also its combat power. This level of craft is not like a planetary-class battleship that can be easily mass-produced.
If it weren't for his universe being large enough, almost boundless, a small Galaxy, a small void outside the Galaxy, is merely a drop in the ocean of the universe, and he truly couldn't build larger scale battleships.
Above stellar-class battleships are Galaxy-class battleships, followed by sector-class, nebula-class, and then domain-class.
Galaxy-class refers to a battleship the size of a stellar system. Sector-class is roughly the size of a fan, expanded at least 40 times. Nebula-class is even more self-explanatory.
The Eternal Spire is such a battleship. That super-giant ship, measured in tens of thousands of light-years, is a nebula-class battleship. The energy core it requires is even more precious, something Zeke cannot consider at this time.
As for the largest strategic-class battleship, the domain-class... its size is almost indescribable.
If Zeke was not mistaken, The Great Devourer's size is probably similar to a domain-class battleship.
The main body of the Tyranid Swarm has grown to a scale that is almost impossible to look at directly.
Among these levels of battleships, once a battleship reaches the Galaxy-class, it can directly ignore so-called dimensional weapons. Dimensional weapons will no longer be able to up-dimension or down-dimension them.
In fact, their existence is also equivalent to a stable dimension, which can make battleships within their aura's range immune to such weapons.
Fixed dimension is something that battleships of this level must possess. Conceptual and law-based weapons will also be suppressed by them.
Of course, matters concerning battleships are still a bit far off. For now, the Emperor's matter must be resolved first. The current war with the Tyranid Swarm should not escalate to the point of needing to deploy stellar-class battleships.
However, stellar-class battleships still need to be built as soon as possible.
Zeke left this void with the warships he needed to take, leaving the fleets of the Primarchs. The Primarchs each chose a direction, and then a Great Crusade began.
Besides the Primarchs on Zeke's side who had already embarked on the Great Crusade, there were also the Primarchs of the Chaos Gods.
These Ascended Primarchs also received instructions from their respective deities and began to clear the initial troubles for the Expeditionary fleet, such as eliminating various Warp creatures.
And the Warp?
After these four guys entered the Warp, a large-scale war broke out.
A terrifying Warp storm erupted again, directly interrupting the local humans' desire to regroup and make up for the losses suffered during the Men of Iron Rebellion.
The Terran Dominion here, taking advantage of the Warp storm's eruption, directly split into several warlord factions.
Each warlord governed their own regime, becoming independent entities.
The situation with the ork Beasts was similar; as Gork appeared in the Warp, the local Gork naturally discovered them.
The two sides immediately started a war, and their respective green-skinned armies also began a massive WAAAGH across the galaxy.
Just as there can only be one leader among the green-skins, decided by war.
There could only be one Gork and Mork.
They also needed to determine the final victor through war, and their green-skinned forces slaughtered each other.
The galaxy completely devolved into a battlefield the moment Zeke led his army in.
Besides this, the eldar actually gained some advantages in this chaotic battle.
Due to Slaanesh fighting Slaanesh, the eldar caught their breath for the first time. They finally had time to escape, rather than being hunted by Slaanesh.
But would they truly be able to escape smoothly?
The answer was no; as the battle between the two Slaanesh grew increasingly frenzied, these eldar were undoubtedly the best sustenance for Slaanesh.
The eldar had barely escaped for long before they were pursued by the two Chaos Gods. Slaanesh was practically fighting and hunting these eldar simultaneously.
Compared to the part of the galaxy where Zeke appeared, this part of the galaxy was much more chaotic.
Humans were self-governing and fragmented, the Iron Legion had not yet left, the golden and stone men were still there, and humanity maintained peak production capacity, manufacturing warships to recover their strength.
The eldar were being hunted by two Slaanesh, the Warp was a tangled mess, and the green-skins were engaged in a massive WAAAGH against each other.
There seemed to be no sanctuary left in the galaxy. Even the necrons had Szarekh send out the Triarch Praetorians to reawaken them and bring them to his own galaxy to fight.
Star god fragments were an excellent energy source, and the necrons would not disdain them. If a star god could be fully reassembled, the spiritual energy provided by the necrons could be used to build a galaxy-class battleship.
It must be said that this item was extremely valuable, so no star god fragments could be wasted!!
The galaxy was embroiled in war, but none of this affected Zeke. Zeke remained calm, leading his fleet towards Terra.
All matters had their respective people to take care of, and his task was to take the Emperor from this galaxy to supplement the human essence of the Emperor in his own galaxy.
Zeke led his fleet towards Terra, while the Emperor remained hidden, observing humanity, as humanity had not yet completely declined.
the Emperor had not yet been persuaded by Malcador to come forward and save humanity.
He still had time to slack off, but just as he was enjoying a moment of leisure playing a Dominion game, he couldn't help but sneeze.
"Achoo!" the Emperor wiped the snot from his nose, feeling a very bad premonition.
Although the Emperor at this time was just a relatively powerful Psyker Immortal, he was still a Psyker. How could a Psyker catch a cold? And with a runny nose?
Something was definitely coming for him.
Pondering this, the Emperor began to pack his belongings at home.
Something was definitely coming for him, and it was no longer suitable for him to continue living here. His neighbors were all ordinary humans, and he couldn't let them be affected by the war that might break out.
Although he was a homebody, he still had some affection for the neighbors living next to him.
After the Emperor finished packing all his belongings, he stuffed everything into a bag and slowly walked out of his residence.
Psykic energy enveloped his entire body, causing everyone to unconsciously ignore him, and he then slowly walked towards the gathering place of the Immortals.
This was a very bad feeling. the Emperor was unsure if he alone would be a match for the opponent, so he chose to ask for help from his companions.
Although most of his Immortal companions were not his match, even a little help would be beneficial.
He arrived alone at the Immortal gathering place, which at this time was bustling with people, brimming with talent, and filled with esteemed individuals.
Siren and Tubal-Enka, the two earliest Immortals to know the Emperor, were here. However, Siren's views differed from the Emperor's.
Siren believed that humanity should be ruled by Psyker races, perhaps Immortals like them or even more powerful beings, while the Emperor firmly believed that humanity should forge its own path, free from supernatural interference.
They had significant disagreements on who should rule humanity. This disagreement had not yet caused them to part ways, but it was close.
As the Emperor entered the assembly, he heard Siren proclaiming his theories to the Immortals present.
The Emperor's steps paused slightly at the entrance to the assembly hall.
The air was filled with the scent of ancient stone and potent psychic energy, and Siren's alluring voice echoed beneath the dome.
"...Look around us!" Siren spread his arms, his psychic radiance flowing like a feathered cloak, drawing the attention of many Immortals present.
"Humanity, this race is fragile, shortsighted, like children wielding a star-beacon, destined to burn themselves out! The Men of Iron Rebellion is the best proof; they couldn't even control the servants they created.
Now, with the Warp storm rising again and the Dominion crumbling, it proves they need guidance, they need a—or rather, a group of—higher beings to steer the ship!"
"Such beings are us!
We are born with endless time and power; we are humanity's destined guardians and rulers!
Only by us establishing an orderly, eternal empire can human civilization be saved from a fate of self-destruction!"
The Emperor, the legendary lover of the king, upon hearing such words, instantly frowned and looked at his companion with great displeasure.
Suddenly, he no longer wanted to go inside. If he entered, he would inevitably get into an argument with his companion, and they might even part ways.
But... just as the Emperor turned to take a step out, he twisted his body back around.
He deeply loved humanity and believed that humans should be governed by ordinary people. They could find their own path, just as they had before.
Hadn't the Perpetuals done nothing useful anyway?
Hadn't this brilliant technology been developed by humanity themselves?
Perpetuals had appeared in this society long ago. If they hadn't become rulers then, or if they had become rulers and were overthrown by ordinary humans, what right did they have to arrogantly claim to lead humanity now?
The Emperor was unwilling for such a thing to happen.
The Emperor, who had been about to leave, instantly turned his body around again, preparing to walk in, and at that moment, Zeke appeared beside him.
"What a coincidence, are you also going in to listen to them talk?" Zeke's light words fell into the Emperor's ears.
When? When had someone appeared beside him?!
It wasn't until he heard Zeke's light words that the Emperor turned his head to look at Zeke.
At this time, the Emperor's power was vastly different from the Emperor of later times, let alone compared to Zeke.
The Emperor's psychic power detected Zeke's body, but it was like a stone dropped into the ocean, without any ripple.
So strong!
This was the Emperor's most direct assessment of Zeke. This was an extremely powerful being, and he must also be a Perpetual.
"Let me introduce myself, my name is Zeke, you can call me Old Yaeger. Neoth, it's a pleasure to meet you here, we can be considered old friends."
Feeling the Emperor detecting him, Zeke turned his head, revealing a smiling face, and spoke thus.
Although Zeke was smiling as he spoke to the Emperor, Zeke's smile did not give the Emperor any sense of security. He couldn't help but take a step back.
He had reason to believe that if Zeke unleashed his power here, all the Perpetuals present would be slain by Zeke, needing to return to their respawn points.
It was even possible they wouldn't even have a chance to respawn.
"Alright, no need to be so worried, I mean you no harm. After all, as I said, we are old friends."
Zeke naturally saw the Emperor's action of stepping back, so he spoke to reassure him.
"Friends? I have no memory of you in my mind. You are so powerful; if you were truly my friend, I shouldn't have no memory of your existence."
Zeke said what he said, but the Emperor didn't immediately believe him. He still spoke cautiously.
"Of course, it's normal that you have no memory of me in your mind. After all, I am not a friend from your past; I am a friend from your future. However, whether I will appear in this galaxy is an unknown."
"A friend from the future?!" Upon hearing Zeke's explanation, the Emperor actually relaxed a little and murmured.
The Emperor still believed what Zeke said. After all, Zeke had no reason to deceive him. At the same time, the Emperor's appearance was actually different from ordinary Perpetuals.
His emergence was the result of a collective ritual and prayer by a large number of powerful psykers in ancient Terra, who foresaw the dark fate of humanity.
He was a human god summoned at the cost of their lives, and his purpose was to protect humanity.
The entire cosmic sub-space was actually connected.
However, the universe was simply too vast, so vast that even the sub-space could not encompass it. Therefore, one universe after another was divided, and due to different flow rates, their processes also differed. But some universes naturally became identical projections.
This is why this universe is considered extremely rare, even noticed by the Void Gods and the Terran Dominion.
Such a vast universe is very rare; it is like the former Void, connecting large swaths of the multiverse that can converge.
Unlike the Chaos Gods, each Chaos God is an embodiment of the local galaxy's rules. But the Emperor is different; he is a human god sacrificed and prayed for by powerful human psykers to the ultimate source of the sub-space.
In other words, the Emperor is actually a collective entity. As long as the Old Man Huangs themselves are willing, they will merge into one the Emperor, because they are inherently one the Emperor.
What Zeke said was not a deception to this guy; he was indeed the Emperor's future friend.
"I believe you, my friend."
"So, having traversed the currents of time to arrive here, what is your purpose? Surely not merely to listen to an unpleasant argument."
Zeke smiled, his demeanor relaxed, forming a stark contrast with the faint sounds of heated debate emanating from within the assembly hall.
"On one hand, I did come to see an old friend in his youth. On the other hand," he changed the subject, his gaze also falling upon the door.
"I also want to witness this event unfold. How about we go in together?"
Zeke extended his invitation to the Emperor. The Emperor was silent for a moment, then looked at Zeke without speaking.
After a short while, he silently walked towards the interior.
"If you are so curious, then come. There's nothing to hide."
In the end, the Emperor agreed to Zeke's request to join him in watching the show.
There was nothing to hide; his thoughts had always been clear: humanity's destiny should be controlled by humanity itself, not by these superhumans.
The Emperor began to walk forward, deliberately a little faster than Zeke, and Zeke said nothing more, instead following behind the Emperor as he entered.
He was just here to see an old friend. Across the various universes, the Emperor's essence and humanity were actually the easiest to recover.
Once this matter was settled, bringing this Emperor to his own galaxy would naturally lead to their fusion.
After all, the power of this Neoth was not just a little bit weaker than the the Emperor on his side.
They were originally one entity, so there was nothing more to say.
Due to the difference in strength, the dominant one would naturally be the the Emperor from his side.
The Emperor and Zeke walked into the hall one after another, and the Emperor's arrival made the Perpetuals' assembly even more excited.
Siren naturally saw the Emperor walk in. Upon seeing the Emperor enter, he initially thought the Emperor had come to his senses and was ready to join forces with him.
"My dear old friend, have you finally come to your senses and are you ready to stand with us? I told you long ago that my theory is the most correct."
As he spoke, Siren enthusiastically extended a hand, preparing to pull the Emperor onto the podium.
The Emperor's steps halted before Siren's outstretched hand. He did not take it, instead, his gaze calmly swept across the room, finally settling on Siren's enthusiastic but barely concealed triumphant face.
"No, Siren," the Emperor's voice was not loud, yet it clearly cut through the whispers in the hall.
"I came in not to agree with you, but to explicitly oppose you."
The smile on Siren's face instantly froze, his outstretched hand slowly lowered, and his eyes sharpened.
"Neoth, you..."
"Humanity's destiny must be controlled by humanity itself," the Emperor interrupted him, his tone resolute and unquestionable.
"We possess power, we possess time, but this is not a reason for us to be superior, nor is it a right for us to lord over all of humanity.
This is a responsibility, a responsibility to protect, not a qualification to rule."
He took a step forward, his gaze like a torch, sweeping over every Immortal present: "Look around us! Why is the Terran Dominion divided? Not because of a lack of powerful 'godly' rule, but precisely because after the Men of Iron Rebellion, the old order collapsed, and a new order, belonging to humanity itself, has yet to be established!
What we should do now is help them rebuild, guide them to unite, not seize the opportunity to establish a new pyramid with us at its apex! That would be a regression of civilization, an eternal shackle placed upon humanity!"
"I believe all of you have once been leaders of a civilization, but what was the final outcome?
I don't think I need to say more.
The civilizations you created have been crushed in the rolling tide of human history, so do you think you are still worthy?"
Siren's face darkened: "Neoth, your idealism will kill everyone! Without strong guidance, humanity will only self-destruct in this chaotic galaxy!
Look outside! The Warp storms have already swept across the entire galaxy, who else but us can guide humanity!!"
At this moment, the conflict between the two former close friends began to sharpen.
Zeke watched this scene unfold from below, a smile gracing his face, a bag of popcorn and a soda in his hands, as if he were watching a movie.
For him, watching the Emperor's past was a pleasant diversion, and as for the matter they were currently arguing about, it was all meaningless.
As the two fiercely debated back and forth, Zeke finished his popcorn and drank his soda, then accurately tossed everything into a nearby trash can.
Zeke's actions were sudden; in such a venue, his behavior naturally drew the attention of the two arguing on stage.
Siren did not want to continue arguing with the Emperor; he was not yet ready to part ways with his close friend, so using Zeke's act of throwing away trash, he shifted his attention to Zeke.
"Friend down there, what do you mean by eating popcorn and drinking soda while we're debating? Do you have some higher insight?"
Siren's intention was to change the subject using Zeke; he did not want to continue arguing with his close friend.
He believed that as the situation developed further, the Emperor would eventually agree with him.
Siren's words succeeded, successfully diverting the attention of all the surrounding Immortals to Zeke, including even Malcador.
"Hmm?" Feeling everyone's gaze converge on him, Zeke smiled.
He had only intended to watch the show from below, but he didn't expect some fool to drag him in. But since he had been dragged in, of course, he had to say a few words.
"Are you talking about new ideas and insights? Oh, of course I have some."
"If it's convenient, I'll come up and say a few words, what do you think?"
Although Zeke spoke in an inquiring tone, everyone could hear that he was merely stating a fact.
To actually take his inquiring tone seriously would truly be idiotic behavior.
Siren was somewhat surprised that the other party actually had opinions to express, which conveniently allowed him to temporarily skip over the debate between him and the Emperor, using Zeke's upcoming remarks.
"Of course, if you wish to express your views, please come up. This stage is open to anyone who wishes to present their theories and insights; we welcome all."
Siren stepped aside, making a 'please' gesture. The Emperor also temporarily ceased his debate, looking deeply at Zeke, wanting to know what this 'friend from the future' would say.
Zeke unhurriedly walked onto the stage, standing between the Emperor and Siren. He did not speak immediately, but first surveyed the Immortals present.
"Your two arguments are very interesting," Zeke finally spoke, his voice not loud, yet it strangely carried to every corner of the hall.
"One advocates guidance and protection, believing in humanity's own potential; the other advocates control and rule, believing that without a strong hand, humanity will head towards destruction."
He paused, a faint, unreadable smile playing on his face.
"But... I think neither of you are right."
Ezekiel's voice rose several degrees again!
"In my opinion, humanity should be brought under the rule of the Dominion, and it should be ruled by the Federal Government. I, though unworthy, am willing to become the ruler of all humanity."
Whatever you say.
These Immortals, especially Siren, were promoting this because they lacked the capability.
At this time, the Terran Dominion had indeed disintegrated into countless warlords, but the Immortals were not particularly powerful in the face of the Dominion fleet.
What could these Immortals do against the surging Iron Legion and Dominion fleet?
They could do nothing. Even the Emperor at the end of the Dark Age couldn't do anything; he could only watch humanity fight more and more fiercely, watching humanity deplete its military technology.
He watched the last loyal Men of Iron, Men of Gold, and Men of Stone disappear, leaving the galaxy, before he finally stepped forward to clean up humanity's mess.
The advantage of the Immortals was that they lived long and could revive infinitely, but revival required a cooldown, and during their cooldown, there was plenty of time to destroy their forces.
Zeke's words had barely fallen when they caused an uproar throughout the hall, even Siren couldn't help but look at Zeke.
What did he mean?
The next second, his confusion was resolved: around them, a large number of Custodian Guards appeared.
"My meaning is very simple: humanity should not be divided; it should be reunified under one government. I, though unworthy, am prepared to reunify humanity. I wonder if you choose to join or oppose me?"
Zeke's words, combined with the sudden appearance of the solemn Custodian Guard soldiers standing around them, created an immense sense of oppression.
The air throughout the entire meeting place of the Perpetuals seemed to solidify.
One second, a philosophical debate about the future of humanity was ongoing; the next, cold reality, in the form of a steel torrent, crushed all arguments.
An army, an army far more powerful than they could have imagined, had silently surrounded the area at some unknown point.
They wore power armor that gleamed with cold light, wielded immensely powerful weapons, and stood silently all around, like golden statues, yet exuding a suffocating aura of slaughter.
Their very appearance was a silent declaration: any theory seemed pale and powerless in the face of absolute military might.
It also almost explained to them that he dared to say such words because he possessed an absolutely powerful legion!
Siren's face instantly turned pale. He looked at Zeke in disbelief, then at the grim and disciplined Imperial Guard surrounding them.
He tried to channel his psychic energy, but as soon as he did, one of the Imperial Guards nearby moved.
He could feel a larger, darker force, like an invisible cage, enveloping the entire venue, suppressing the surge of all supernatural powers.
His proud power seemed so insignificant at this moment.
After struggling in vain, Siren ceased his efforts and looked at the Emperor with a look of utter incomprehension.
After all, this person had walked in with Neoth, so did this represent Neoth' opinion?
But that wasn't right; Neoth' own opinion wasn't this. He had just been arguing with him about letting mortals govern humanity.
How could someone suddenly appear and declare they would unify humanity? Would Neoth be willing to let such a powerful psyker unify humanity?
Siren looked at Neoth, growing more and more puzzled as to when his good brother, with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, had become like this.
Neoth' pupils also sharply constricted. He stared intently at Zeke.
The "surprise" his "future friend" brought him far exceeded his imagination.
He had originally thought Zeke was just here to witness or mediate, but he hadn't expected the other party to directly overturn the table and draw swords. Unify humanity?
In this manner?
"You…who exactly are you?" Siren realized that Neoth also seemed somewhat confused by Zeke's actions, which proved they weren't working together.
And even though Neoth and Zeke weren't allied, Zeke still possessed formidable military power. In such a situation, Siren's grand blueprint was utterly vulnerable in the face of true military might.
"If you ask who I am, you may call me the Emperor of Mankind!"
"Humanity should be unified, not fragmented as it is now. So, I will ask you and everyone else one last question: will you pledge allegiance to me, or will you die here?
Do not think that because you are Perpetuals, you can escape from my grasp. I can erase the possibility of your resurrection."
Zeke stated his identity, then addressed all the Perpetuals again.
"You're full of it! I'm not afraid of you! Do you think I got the title of Perpetual for nothing?
I can still resurrect even if I die. So what if I die here? I won't compromise with you. Who here hasn't been the monarch or leader of a nation?
Why should we compromise with you just because you say so?"
"Noisy." Zeke flicked his finger, instantly reducing a Perpetual who had been yapping in front of him to dust.
"A ruler of such a small country, how dare you speak to me? Weren't you just a tyrant eventually overthrown by your own people? Since you wish to die, I shall grant you death."
The next second, Zeke struck again, reaching his hand directly into the Warp and snatching the essence and origin of this Perpetual from it, crushing it completely in front of everyone.
Instantly, all the Perpetuals present could feel that the fellow could no longer be resurrected. Zeke's claim that he could kill them was truly achievable.
The entire meeting hall fell into a deathly silence. The air was filled with the scent of crushed psychic dust, and a chilling cold that seeped into their bones.
A Perpetual, a powerful being theoretically possessing infinite lives, had been so casually and utterly annihilated right before their eyes.
It wasn't just the destruction of the body; even existence itself, the resurrection source located in the Warp, had been forcibly torn out and crushed.
This was no longer a debate, no longer a clash of ideas; it was the most naked display of force and the cruelest ultimate threat.
Zeke, in the most direct way, proved that his words "can erase resurrection" were not empty boasts.
The Perpetuals had lost their last reliance.
Why did they dare to yap so loudly here? Wasn't it because they possessed great power and could resurrect countless times?
Now, resurrection was no longer an option, and their power seemed incredibly fragile.
Siren's lips lost all color. He instinctively took half a step back. His previous ambitions seemed ridiculous and fragile in the face of absolute power that could end eternity.
He turned his gaze towards the Emperor. In his opinion, only the Emperor could stop this from happening, as the Emperor possessed the strongest psychic power among them Perpetuals.
Moreover, Neoth' theory was to let mortals continue to govern mortals themselves.
Given that, Neoth shouldn't possibly agree to let this powerful psyker in front of him lead humanity, right?
Not just him, but all the other Perpetuals also turned their gaze towards the Emperor. All their hopes rested on the Emperor.
However, to their surprise, Neoth didn't say a word. He simply remained standing, watching Zeke's every move.
"Neoth, say something! Aren't you going to stop him?"
"He said he wants to rule all of humanity, a theory completely at odds with yours. If you're willing to resist, perhaps we could unite and escape."
Seeing that Neoth showed no reaction, Siren quickly urged him, trying to get Neoth to personally confront Zeke so they might have some hope of escape.
Before he had even finished speaking, and Neoth still hadn't responded, Zeke spoke again.
"Now," Zeke clapped his hands, as if simply dusting off a speck of dirt, and his gaze swept over the cowering Perpetuals again, finally settling on Siren.
"Does anyone else have questions about my proposal? Or, does anyone else want to experience true, eternal death?"
"Don't look at Neoth; he won't help you. I'm talking about you, Siren. Do you want to resist or submit to me?"
"To be honest, if it weren't for Neoth' sake, I would have killed someone like you immediately. You are an unstable factor, and keeping you would certainly bring no good."
Seeing Zeke say such words with a smile, Siren was a little scared, but he still didn't reply to Zeke; instead, he focused his gaze on Neoth.
Perhaps being stared at like that by his old friend made Neoth feel a bit uneasy; he finally spoke.
"Siren, haven't you always been diligently promoting your theories?
Now, isn't this friend here going to act according to your theories? Perhaps it would even be a good thing for him to rule humanity?"
Neoth looked at Zeke. If it were according to his previous thoughts, he should have come out to stop him, but for some unknown reason, a subconscious awareness kept telling him, 'No need, no need.'
Zeke doing this was helping him, allowing him to get some rest and a vacation, not harming him. He should cooperate with the other party.
Although he didn't know why this thought appeared in his mind, it was clear that Neoth was someone who listened to advice; he believed his premonition couldn't appear without reason.
So, he spoke.
And the words he spoke made Siren feel like crying without tears.
The rule of humanity by Immortals he envisioned was for each of them to govern a part of humanity, not for all of them to be subservient to one supreme powerhouse.
Siren's own psychic power was definitely among the best of the Immortals.
Apart from a few individuals, such as the Emperor or those slightly weaker than the Emperor, no one was stronger than him, not even Malcador.
If according to his theory, he would become a powerful warlord, living the high life he once enjoyed, but being ruled by Zeke was different.
"This... this, this..." Siren didn't know what he could say for a moment. Should he say such things to his closest friend? He guaranteed his friend would turn against him.
Zeke, at this moment, didn't say a word; instead, he watched with great interest as the other party was momentarily speechless.
Siren's face alternated between green and pale. He opened his mouth, but found that all his arguments seemed incredibly pale and ridiculous under Neoth' seemingly "sincere" rhetorical questions and Zeke's half-smiling gaze.
He felt like a child who had painstakingly built a castle of blocks, only for a giant to stomp on it, while his best friend next to him said, "Isn't this the castle you wanted?"
"This... this isn't the same, Neoth!" Siren finally found his voice, with a hint of exasperation.
"The guidance I spoke of is based on the collective wisdom and power of us Immortals, jointly planning the future for humanity! It's a... an elite co-governance model!
And not like this, where the fate of all humanity rests on one person!
This... this is simply autocracy! It's an autocracy more thorough than any tyrant in human history!"
He tried to shift the contradiction to the difference between "autocracy" and "co-governance," hoping to stir up the other Immortals' instinctive aversion to having their power stripped away.
Zeke finally chuckled. He shook his head as if listening to a childish fairy tale.
"Co-governance? Siren, are you deceiving yourself?" Zeke's tone carried undisguised mockery.
"Your so-called 'elite co-governance' will ultimately lead to endless infighting and power struggles among you 'elites.'
Look at how the Terran Dominion split apart. Wasn't it initially established by a group of people who fancied themselves as elites? What was the result?"
He took a step forward, his gaze like a cold blade scraping across Siren's face.
"In the face of absolute crisis, any loose alliance and so-called 'co-governance' are inefficient and fragile.
Humanity now needs one voice, one will, a sharp sword capable of cleaving through chaos. Not for you to endlessly debate who should occupy which territory or whose ideology is more correct."
When Zeke finished speaking, Siren's face turned pale under his pressure, and he retreated repeatedly.
And as expected by Zeke, Malcador was the one who stepped forward from among the Immortals below.
"I support you, I support you in reunifying humanity!"
Malcador's statement exceeded everyone's expectations, but it did not exceed Zeke's, after all, Neoth' path to unifying Terra was also guided by this Imperial Regent.
Hearing Malcador step forward to express his stance, the smile on Zeke's face became a few shades more genuine.
"As expected of the Sigillite. Your statement is enough for now. As for the other Immortals? I don't need them."
"Custodes!"
"Arrest all these Immortals and imprison them in the Black Cells!"
This trip by Zeke, besides watching Neoth' drama, was primarily for Malcador. It was just that a slight unexpected incident occurred midway, causing him to directly reveal his hand.
However, the outcome was good; at least Malcador himself stepped forward and expressed his support for Zeke. That was enough. As for the other Immortals?
They were unimportant. A group of individuals who couldn't even see the current situation, was there any need for them to exist?
And under Zeke's command, the Custodes also acted swiftly. When they saw the surrounding Custodes move, those Immortals who had originally stood arrogantly below suddenly knelt down one by one with a thud.
"No, no, we are willing, we are willing!"
Facing Zeke's military threat, the Immortals made their wisest choice, because they had now lost all hope.
"You are willing too?" Zeke turned around to look at the Immortals who were shouting that they were also willing, then said flatly.
"Whether you are willing or not is not the main point. I will have people investigate what you have done before. If I find that you have done things harmful to humanity, or were once a tyrant, then... just die."
"You have no meaning or value to me."
These Immortals were all unstable elements. If they had indeed broken the law, then Zeke would naturally hold them accountable.
Old scores, previous humans had no way to settle them, but he was different. He could pick up this matter and then slaughter them.
When Zeke finished speaking, the faces of the Immortals immediately fell. They hadn't expected that by being just a little late, they would completely lose their chance to live.
As for Siren...
"Neoth, I'm leaving this fellow to you. Once you've dealt with your dear friend, or made arrangements, you and Malcador will come with me. Someone needs to see you."
"Humanity needs you, needs your existence as the Sigillite."
Having said that, Zeke vanished, and with him, his Imperial Guard, along with the Eternals they were guarding.
Those useful ones, keep them; the useless ones, kill them. Zeke was never one to be indecisive.
If the Eternals had stayed put, perhaps they wouldn't have posed a threat, but since they were seen, they had to be dealt with properly.
He had given them a chance; they simply hadn't seized it.
As Zeke disappeared, Semyon looked at Neoth with a gaze of utter despair.
If he still couldn't understand the situation now, he truly was a fool. It was clear Neoth stood with Zeke and was about to deal with him.
His life was in Neoth' hands.
"How do you intend to deal with me, Neoth?
Will you imprison me or kill me?"
Semyon slowly closed his eyes. To die at the hands of his closest friend wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
However, to his surprise, Neoth didn't attack him but instead grabbed him.
"No need," I believe that Emperor who appeared needs you. After all, although you are a deposed tyrant, you are still useful in handling certain matters.
"You are my friend, and I will fight for your chance to live."
At this moment, Neoth was not the Emperor sitting on the Golden Throne, the one who needed to stand up and strive for humanity's future; he was full of humanity.
He was willing to discuss with Zeke for his best friend, to ask if Zeke could spare his friend's life.
Macaror looked on. The two of them didn't say much, instead continuing to stand aside, waiting for Neoth and his friend to finish speaking.
When Neoth made his decision, Zeke reappeared before them once more.
Zeke slowly extended his hand, pointing at Semyon.
"Neoth, you want him to live."
"Yes!" Neoth admitted without hesitation.
"I want him to live. He is my closest friend, after all. Judging by the troops you just mobilized, my friend here is no match for your Imperial Guard; he shouldn't pose a threat to you."
"Can you, for the sake of our friendship, spare his life?"
"Yes!" Since Neoth personally pleaded for his friend, Zeke naturally couldn't refuse. This proved that the Neoth of this universe still possessed abundant humanity.
"Since you've spoken, let him live. However, while the death penalty is waived, punishment is not. I think there's a position quite suitable for him. The three of you, come with me."
With that, Zeke waved his hand, and the four of them appeared together inside his flagship, the War Moon.
When the War Moon appeared before these individuals, even Semyon, the most ambitious among the Eternals, was speechless.
Compared to the terrifying pressure he felt when he saw the Imperial Guard, facing the War Moon made him feel his past insignificance and arrogance even more acutely.
Just the Imperial Guard was enough to suppress his arrogance and fantasies, reducing his thoughts to nothing. And now, what did this War Moon signify?
It signified that Zeke's previous words weren't just him amusing himself; he truly possessed this capability.
The warships floating at the edge of the War Moon were evidence of this. He truly intended to unify humanity, unlike them, who could only stake out territory on Terra and indulge in their own fantasies.
"So, gentlemen, next I will lead you to another place to show you why I want to unify humanity. Neoth, this concerns you.
Macaror, are you ready?
Although I'm reluctant to say it, are you prepared to dedicate yourself to humanity?"
In Zeke's eyes, Semyon held no importance. He currently valued only Neoth and Macaror. The former could help the Emperor regain his humanity and naturally ascend to godhood.
As for the latter... the latter could take over Guilliman's position and become the Empire's Prime Minister.
And after he became the Empire's Prime Minister, his little grey could be freed, and he could continue their life together once little grey arrived.
He used to not know when the Terran Dominion would arrive, but now he knew it would be in less than 300 years, appearing in the galaxy where he was previously located.
Now, with 300 years, the arrival of the Terran Dominion doesn't necessarily mean peace; instead, they will realize Manifest Destiny.
The Immaterium Engine drained the Webway, allowing the Terran Dominion to gain the energy for ascension, making everyone in the Terran Dominion incredibly powerful, but this wasn't transcendence.
In the Webway, powerful entities were ubiquitous.
The Dominion's ascension merely completely drained the Webway, but those people still existed. Although the status of all humanity in the Dominion was elevated, they were still far from achieving true Manifest Destiny.
Manifest Destiny must be achieved, making all existence prostrate at humanity's feet!
Besides the Cataclysmic Ascension, there are other series of ascensions. By the time the Terran Dominion arrives in this galaxy, humanity will fight for Manifest Destiny, and they will do everything in their power to stop themselves.
The Chaos Gods, having already pledged allegiance to Zeke, naturally relayed to Zeke the words the Round God had previously spoken to them.
The powerful beings in the Webway have united, and various kingdoms have also united. They want to prevent humanity from achieving its Manifest Destiny, but humanity will surely achieve its Manifest Destiny!
Even if the consequence of doing so is to go to war with almost all the powerful beings in the Webway, including those ancestral civilizations!
But so what? Humanity never retreats. To achieve humanity's Manifest Destiny, they can only keep moving forward.
After Macaror, Neoth, and the others boarded the fleet, it headed back in the direction they came from, then entered the passage and returned to their home universe.
The moment they appeared in this universe, Neoth immediately understood why Zeke said they would be friends in the future.
When two Emperors coexisted in the same cosmic river, they spontaneously merged. The human-filled Neoth instantly merged with the Emperor from Zeke's side, undergoing a mental resonance.
Before Neoth disappeared, he said to Zeke:
"It is truly my fortune to have a friend like you in the future. I am very grateful to you. I feel that with your help, I will be complete."
After saying this, Neoth disappeared. He entered the Emperor's body, and the Emperor's body, after receiving so much origin, should have ascended to godhood.
However, since he possessed sufficient humanity and the combined form of two Neoses, it meant a greater capacity for containment.
This fusion not only prevented the Emperor from immediately wanting to ascend to godhood but also made him even stronger, while also granting him the ability to leave the Golden Throne for short distances.
Most importantly, a new galactic tunnel appeared beneath the Golden Throne.
The energy from the fusion of the two Neoses caused a qualitative change, thus opening a new galaxy, and that galaxy was the complete version of Warhammer!!!!
When a new galactic passage appeared, the Emperor immediately communicated with Zeke, and the next second, the Emperor blocked it again with his butt.
Suppress everything!
At this time, they were facing an attack from the Tyranid Swarm, while also conquering another part of the galaxy.
Reopening a new passage was not good news for this galaxy.
Therefore, the Emperor had to continue blocking this passage with his golden throne to prevent that galaxy from discovering the passage and subsequently sending out their armies to attack.
And just as the Emperor sat on this passage with his butt, the Emperor of that galaxy also felt the opening of the passage.
On Terra, within the Imperial Palace, vastly different from the Emperor, the supreme, resplendent Emperor sat upon the golden throne, and below him were twenty Primarchs!
All 20 Primarchs were present.
Led by Warmaster Horus, they successfully launched the Great Crusade, reclaiming humanity's Overlord status, and the Horus Great Pilgrimage had not occurred.
By connecting to the Old Ones' pipeline system through the Webway created by the Emperor, humanity successfully avoided the baptism and obstruction of most Warp daemon, and the Imperium of Man flourished.
The Emperor's existence made the High Lords Council of this galaxy diligent and dedicated, sacrificing themselves for humanity.
And the Primarch Legions were also continuously advancing towards the edge of the galaxy, attempting to expand the territory for the Imperium of Man and diligently searching for more lost technology for humanity.
The reason such a thing happened was that the event of the Primarchs being scattered across the galaxy did not occur.
All the Primarchs were raised and grew up on Terra, personally by the Emperor.
They did not, like the Primarchs in the Emperor's galaxy, scatter across the galaxy and go astray, with only Guilliman and a few others remaining normal.
This was the Imperium of Man that the Emperor had constructed in his ideal.
Every single Primarch was normal!
This was the Emperor's ideal!
However, a flourishing Imperium of Man with its Primarch Legions still intact was not to be trifled with.
They were willing to expand outwards, but due to the huge void at the edge of the galaxy, their outward expansion was not very clear.
But just now, due to the massive fluctuations caused by the Emperor's fusion with Neoth, this passage was reopened, and thus the Emperor of this empire also discovered that galactic passage.
Although this passage was quickly blocked again by the Emperor with his butt, once it was discovered, it was discovered.
The Emperor, who was originally seated on the golden throne, looked towards the passage that suddenly appeared at the edge of the galaxy and turned to Malcador, the Sigillite, who was by his side.
"Recall all the Primarch Legions.
Have all the Primarchs return to the Imperial Palace to deliberate.
I believe we have found a place for expansion!"
Everything was going smoothly, which caused a slight change in the Emperor's mindset.
He wanted to make humanity even more glorious and push humanity to its peak, so the appearance of a new galaxy stirred his desire for conquest.
The Emperors were not all the same; the appearance of an Emperor was limited by the ideas of the sorcerers on Terra at that time.
And the ideas of those sorcerers would also influence the Emperor's will.
Unfortunately, the Emperor of this galaxy was imbued with sufficient wildness when he was summoned.
Unlike the Emperor, whose sorcerers summoned him to deal with the end times, the sorcerers of this galaxy summoned the Emperor to make humanity continuously great, eternally great.
Malcador, the Sigillite, bowed slightly to the Emperor upon hearing this.
"As you command!"
Malcador slowly retreated from the Imperial Palace, leaving the Emperor's side to execute the order, while the Emperor, seated on the golden throne, raised his head and looked towards the direction where the passage had appeared.
"A new galaxy?
Power, I need power!
Humanity needs me to guide them to manifest destiny!"
The Emperor murmured to himself, while his Captain-General, Constantin, stood silently by the Emperor's side, commanding the Custodian Guard army.
The Custodian Guard would be the Emperor's spear!
The sharpest spear, and it would eliminate all enemies who dared to obstruct the Emperor's army!
An Imperium of Man where the Emperor existed and had completed the Great Crusade, and where the Primarchs had not rebelled, was terrifying.
The Webway system allowed the Imperium to leverage the advantages of its millions of worlds.
Millions of worlds continuously supplied the Imperium of Man with more fresh blood, making the expansion speed of the Custodian Guard extraordinary.
As the Emperor's personal guard, they needed sufficient military strength to suppress any potential Primarch rebellion, so the number of Custodian Guard even reached millions!
Even the smallest space marine Legion had a force exceeding 3 million!
This was a fully developed Imperium of Man, with the Emperor in command, all 20 Primarchs present, and a Webway system that allowed the Imperium to continuously draw fighting power and personnel from all its colonies!
Unlike the other 'throne world', where orks, Dark eldar, necrons, and chaos attacked relentlessly, causing the Imperium of Man to continuously bleed.
The Imperium of Man, represented by an ambitious Emperor willing to continue attacking and expanding humanity to achieve greater glory, was not like a centipede that dies but doesn't stiffen.
The Emperor on Terra did not believe that his war against another galaxy could fail.
After all, he had won the Great Crusade, and his current military strength was far, far greater than during the Great Crusade.
Failure?
Failure was impossible, but after all, the other side was an unknown galaxy, so to increase his chances of victory, the Emperor even left the golden throne.
"Constantin, after I leave, you will be responsible for guarding the safety of the Imperial Palace.
No one is allowed into the Throne Room.
If Malcador looks for me, tell him to wait longer."
No one knew what the other galaxy was like, so the Emperor decided to seek out the Chaos Gods of the Warp.
The four gods' combat power was also quite good.
If Chaos Gods of the Warp had also been born in the other side's Warp, then it would naturally be good for them four to intervene and obstruct.
A lion uses all its strength to fight a rabbit.
To launch an attack on an unknown galaxy, he felt it necessary to mobilize all the combat power in his galaxy that could be mobilized and participate in the battle.
Glory belongs to humanity, but don't the enemies and interests of the Warp also belong to those Chaos Gods of the Warp?
The Emperor, who had been seated on the golden throne, disappeared from his spot and directly entered the Warp for a secret meeting with the four gods of the Warp.
No one knew the content of their meeting, only that after a long time, when the meeting concluded, the Emperor's face was full of smiles, indicating that some agreement had likely been reached.
While the Imperium of Man on the newly opened galactic passage was busily assembling legions and preparing for war, Zeke was observing the Emperor on his side, watching what was happening to him.
"Hmm, not bad, not bad. As expected of being of the same origin. Since merging, your status has risen quite a bit. Looking at it now, you should be about half a level higher than those guys in the Warp."
"Even if you haven't officially ascended to godhood, your current status is already half a level higher than theirs. Once you officially ascend, you should be a full level higher than them, but this is assuming they haven't merged with their counterparts from that other universe."
Looking at the now powerful the Emperor, Zeke did not stingy to praise him.
"By the way, do you think that when you Old Man Huangs meet each other, you'll all merge so naturally?"
Considering that he had just brought Neoth to this galaxy, and they immediately merged on their own, Zeke asked this question with some curiosity.
And the Emperor, who had already completed his fusion with Neoth, spoke.
"No, not really."
"Although we are fundamentally one, we have been separated, so each of us has our own consciousness."
"Overall, there's still the concept of who is the ultimate dominator. Since my power is far stronger than Neoth', and he had no intention of resisting, but rather actively prepared to merge with me, he was immediately merged by me upon entering our galaxy, forming a complete me."
"If another me and I are not too different in power, and neither of us wants to be merged by the other, then we won't merge immediately. Instead, we would need to compete to determine who will lead this body."
the Emperor said this after the merge, and Zeke pondered his words.
"Is that so? So, if you can't defeat the other the Emperor, then you'll be merged by him, and you'll no longer be you? Is that what you mean?"
Zeke spoke with some understanding, but the Emperor offered a different perspective on his statement.
"No, no, it's not as simple as you say. In fact, even if he merges with me, I will still exist. It's just that the body and the dominator will become him. My memories of you will still remain."
"It's just that the other party can choose to accept or directly erase these memories."
"If we were to use the language of those old Terra novels, this is a 'Dao struggle.' My origin was split into several parts, distributed across various galaxies, becoming individual Emperors."
"We are one, but who becomes the dominator of this 'one,' and whether to accept the memories and personality of the other, is decided by us, based on how strong we are."
"That's pretty much it."
the Emperor tried his best to explain his current state to Zeke in clear language, and Zeke nodded after listening.
"I see, so you are incomplete now, right?"
"In other words, you're a cripple now, aren't you?"
...Zeke's words were blunt but accurate. Therefore, when the Emperor heard this, he instantly fell silent. What did he mean, he was a cripple?
But he was powerless to refute it. After merging with Neoth, he could clearly feel that his body indeed had some flaws that needed to be compensated by other Neoth origins.
He was powerless to refute, but he really didn't want to be a cripple.
"Alright, alright, you continue playing your game. Let's leave things here for now. You can sit on the galaxy behind you. Once Guilliman and his forces conquer the other galaxy, then you can make a move on that galaxy."
Zeke stopped teasing the Emperor. Instead, he flashed back to the passage entrance, taking a step and re-entering that galaxy.
the Emperor watched as Zeke disappeared before him, and he himself once again sat down on the golden throne, blocking the opposite galaxy.
At this moment, the Emperor's expression was extremely complex... He could feel that the Imperium of Man on the other side of the galaxy was his ideal Imperium of Man. In other words, the the Emperor in that galaxy had succeeded; he had done it.
He had led humanity to revival, while he himself was a failure. Of his 20 gene-sons, only two were eliminated by him, nine were turned against him by the enemy, and the rest would not have returned if Zeke hadn't intervened.
He could feel that the the Emperor in that galaxy was not actually inferior in combat power to him, who had now merged with a Neoth.
Compared to that Emperor who had accomplished so many things, and all successfully, he felt like a complete failure.
"Sigh, never mind. We'll talk about it after Zeke and the army return..."
the Emperor, uncharacteristically, felt a bit depressed.
A person like him shouldn't normally experience such emotions, because he was the pillar of humanity, and he had successfully launched the Great Crusade and established the Imperium of Man, even if the Imperium was not perfect.
Yet, he could still be called a great man. He suffered on the golden throne for humanity, and his will was unyielding, but this time, he truly felt a bit depressed.
The things he had accomplished paled in comparison to his counterpart in the other galaxy.
Both were Emperors, both were the Emperor, so why could the other succeed while his own situation was such a mess?
Why could the other realize his plans, visions, and ideals, achieving the rise of humanity, while he, if not for Zeke's appearance, would have remained confined to the golden throne?
the Emperor was envious. Compared to his counterpart, he was practically useless.
For a fleeting moment, he even wanted to actively merge with the Emperor on the other side, letting that Emperor be the true dominator, rather than himself.
Compared to a successful version of himself, he truly couldn't measure up.
However, this thought only appeared for a short while before vanishing, because the situation had changed. He was not the only 'tall one' among humans; Zeke was also there.
If he were to actively merge with the Emperor on the other side, Zeke would definitely not agree. He had his friends here, his companions, and Malcador had also appeared. He had no reason to give up.
The somewhat depressed Emperor, after Zeke disappeared, regrouped and used his psychic power and large behind to once again seal the passage to the opposite galaxy, thereby buying time for the Imperium of Man and Zeke.
I am indeed not as good as you, but my friend is stronger than you... Sometimes, whether one can make a good friend is also a matter of luck. What if you are stronger than me? As long as your luck isn't as good as mine, you are still not as good as me.
Zeke was unaware of the Emperor's thoughts. He simply returned to the other galaxy, preparing to begin his conquest on Terra.