Immortal, My Desperate Journey at 40k

Chapter 833 God of Vengeance
"What is this? What is it this time?"

In the pitch-black space, Rengar slowly opened his eyes. He didn't know how many times he had predicted. Every time he predicted, he would see a new scene, and every time he saw the scene, it would refresh his understanding of this galaxy. After all, he had seen too many strange things in those prophecies. He even felt that his predictions had deviated from what he actually wanted to predict. After all, when he saw the Milky Way being devoured by the Zerg and only a white land was left, he already understood that these prophecies seemed to no longer come from his prophecy spells, but from a more powerful existence.

Even an immortal like him who had lived for ten thousand years could not deduce the future of the galaxy through psychic magic. But now he saw the future of the galaxy in his prophecy spells, and these futures were not just one, he saw many futures, and often each future was desperate and cruel. He even saw a future without the 21st Legion.

That was a future in which the galaxy was swallowed by Chaos, and the God-Emperor truly became the God-Emperor. In that future, humanity was completely trapped in the chaos that Chaos wanted them to be in. When the last human fell before the Golden Throne, the God-Emperor stood up on the Golden Throne. He turned into the God of Destruction and burned everything in the Most High. After He burned everything in the Most High, humanity's heroes became the new residents of the Most High. He also became the only god in the Most High, a god that belonged to humanity alone. But there was no human left in that galaxy.

In that future, humans have replaced demons and evil gods and become the new evil gods and demons in the warp. They will be like the four evil gods and demons in the warp before, waiting for a new race to appear in the galaxy, and then plunder the souls and emotions of that race like the Chaos Gods before, just like a new reincarnation. This future is what Rengar fears the most so far, and he absolutely does not want to see such a future.

Time goes back to the present, and Rengar begins his latest prophecy. When he begins this prophecy, as mentioned above, he falls into darkness, absolute darkness. There is nothing in this darkness, and his senses seem to be isolated. He cannot feel anything but darkness, endless darkness. If one word is used to describe this scene, the most appropriate description should be death.

There was no feeling, only darkness. This feeling of death did not scare Rengar, but made him feel a strange sense of security, a sense of security that came from death, as if everything in this world had nothing to do with him. This was a feeling he had never experienced in his tens of thousands of years of life. This was a feeling that made him feel extremely at ease. He had never felt that death was so reassuring, as if this was the ultimate peace in the galaxy.

Just when Rengar was about to indulge in this peace, a golden light suddenly pierced through the darkness, causing Rengar to open his eyes. After opening his eyes, he saw a throne, and on the throne sat a man who looked like a dry skeleton. The man who looked like a dry skeleton raised his hand slightly, and one of his finger bones suddenly broke off from his body and floated towards Rengar.

As Rengar looked at the finger bones floating towards him, his consciousness seemed to have fallen into a strange dementia. He did not realize that he had slowly opened his hand to grasp the finger bones, and when he held those finger bones, a golden psychic flame suddenly appeared on his body. The psychic flame continued to burn his body, almost burning his body, from skin to muscles, from muscles to bones, but his immortal physique allowed his burned body to continue to repair itself. The flame burned his body from the inside out, and every time the flame burned his internal organs, burned his important organs, he would experience death, a very painful death.

The feeling of being burned to death by flames is extremely painful, and Rengar has to experience this pain countless times every minute and every second. Death seems to have enveloped his soul, and countless deaths have almost made his spirit collapse. It is conceivable how terrible the pain is. This is the pain that can make an immortal who has lived for tens of thousands of years feel collapsed.

Although his spirit was nearly broken, he still maintained a clear mind in the deepest part of his mind. He looked at the finger bone burning with golden flames in his hand, and the clear mind reminded him who the man sitting on the king was. He was the leader who reunited human civilization, the saint who wanted to revive mankind, and the emperor who reunited the human beings in the galaxy under the same flag. He gave him one of his finger bones, and after Rengar regained his clarity, he finally thought of why the emperor was like this.

He forced himself to turn around, with only a little flesh and skin left due to the burning of the golden flames, and his shaky neck, to look at Wang Ming who was on the battlefield in the distance, using all kinds of psychic spells to fight against various demon engines and demons.

"Fuck you, Niels! I owe you!!

Rengar looked at Wang Ming in the distance, he cursed at the saint on the golden throne, and then his regained consciousness controlled his body to start moving, the golden flames still burning his body, every time he moved, his skin, flesh, and internal organs would fall to the ground like snowflakes, just like a cursed martyr, just like the saints described in some myths of ancient Terra, he suffered, holding the artifact given by God in his hand, intending to fulfill his responsibility and mission, to make this artifact the destined hero, just like the story in the myth.

Every step he took was tortured by endless suffering, and the pain in his body seemed to have become a feeling like breathing, but his spirit would not collapse like before. His voice was as strong as steel and his soul was as unshakable as a mountain. He held the weapon given by God in his hand, and although his body was in tatters and there was not a single piece of good meat on his body, and although countless flesh and blood would fall from his body with every step he took, when he stepped onto the land on the battlefield, the entire battlefield seemed to have stopped.

Both the Chaos and the Human Empire stopped at this moment, and everyone looked at Rengar. After seeing Rengar, the demons were instantly burned into dust by the golden light emanating from him. When the Imperial troops saw Rengar, although their eyes were not blinded as when they faced the light of the God Emperor, they still shed tears when facing the warm light. All the fighting on the entire battlefield stopped, and everyone's eyes were focused on him, just like an epic in mythology, just like some legendary stories on ancient Terra.

"The saint carried the divine artifact. He experienced sufferings that ordinary people could not bear. He passed through the layers of obstacles of the demons. His feet were his own flesh and blood. He passed the divine artifact to the hands of the hero."

If there was a bard here, he would probably describe this scene like this, like an epic, like a myth, and it indeed describes the birth of a god and narrates the process of a demigod truly ascending to the throne.

Wang Ming looked at Rengar, who was walking towards him step by step, stepping on his flesh and blood. Every step he took would make his flesh and blood and bones fall off his body, and every step he took would turn his flesh and blood and bones into ashes. But even so, he never let go of his hand that was tightly holding something, even though his palm was only bone. Even though the golden flame burned most violently on his palm, he never let go of his hand from beginning to end. He was holding something tightly, as if that thing was more important than his life, his soul, and his spirit.

Yes, that thing is really important. It came from a saint who reunited mankind. It is a part of his body. It is an important tool for the birth of a warp god. Rengar walked step by step. His steps were very slow, slower than those of a man over a hundred years old, because he did not have a single intact muscle or bone in his body. He did not even know why he could move this broken body. The only thing he knew was that he had to move. He had to hand over that finger bone to Wang Ming.

After seeing him, Wang Ming did not approach Rengar for some reason, because when he saw Rengar, he seemed to already know the reason for all this. He was not in a hurry to contact Rengar, he just waited quietly for Rengar to come in front of him. He understood everything the moment he saw Rengar, and he also knew that today, in this world, he would ascend to the throne of the gods of the warp and reverse the despair of mankind who had been toyed with by the gods of chaos for ten thousand years.

"revenge!"

As this word was shouted out from the mouth of the first person, it was like a lit firecracker. More and more people shouted out this word. No one knew why they shouted this word, and no one knew what this word meant. Everyone just shouted out this word subconsciously, as if everyone's emotions and spirits were synchronized at this moment. This word was shouted out from the mouths of everyone in this world, including the humans in the fleet above this world's orbit.

Hundreds of billions of people in this world shouted these words at the same time, causing even the hive city of this world to shake, as if there was an earthquake. The structure of the hive city trembled amid the shouts of countless humans, and the same word was roared out from countless human throats.

Revenge! Revenge!!! Revenge!!!
No one in this world knew who they were going to take revenge on, but after all the mortal auxiliary troops and travelers on the fleets noticed this, they all fell into a frenzy of excitement. Finally, they had finally waited for such a day. A hundred years had passed, and today had finally arrived. Ascend to the gods! Ascend to the thrones of the gods in the warp! Then tear down the gods on the thrones of the warp and let the four so-called gods of the warp see! How did the humans who had tortured them for ten thousand years take revenge on them!
At the same time, when everyone was shouting revenge, Rengar finally walked in front of Wang Ming on the battlefield on the planet's surface. He raised his arm holding the finger bone and handed the finger bone of the winner on the golden throne to the human god who was about to ascend to godhood.
Wang Ming looked at the finger bone in Rengar's palm that had become a skeleton. He knelt on one knee, lowered his body to about the same height as Rengar, and then solemnly took the finger bone from Rengar's palm. When Wang Ming took the finger bone from Rengar's palm, in an instant, Wang Ming's consciousness came to the Supreme Heaven, and at the same time, in the real universe, the finger bone in his hand also disappeared.

When Wang Ming's consciousness appeared in the Supreme Heaven, the first thing he saw was his own Warp Space Essence. He looked at the thing that looked like a small sun, and then the finger bone in the real universe appeared in his hand. He gently pulled up the finger bone, and then threw the finger bone directly into his Warp Space Essence. He understood what that finger bone was. It was a piece of the Emperor himself that he had given him. With the help of this piece of the Emperor, Wang Ming will complete the great cause of becoming a god. Human beings have been tortured by the Chaos Gods for too long. It is time to blow the clarion call of resistance.

Wang Ming watched the finger bone slowly merge into his subspace essence. He suddenly felt a discomfort from the depths of his soul, but that discomfort was fleeting. After that discomfort disappeared, only the concepts and emotions he represented remained in Wang Ming's soul. That was humanity's revenge on chaos, and humanity's anger at the gods in the highest heaven for torturing the human soul.

Wang Ming felt the concepts and emotions represented in his soul. He slowly turned his body and looked at something that suddenly appeared behind him. It was something he had expected before.

(End of this chapter)