Immortal, My Desperate Journey at 40k

Chapter 841 Death of Nothingness

"You are already dead."

In a space full of darkness and deathly silence, Wang Ming suddenly regained consciousness. Wang Ming looked at the darkness and deathly silence around him. No, it’s not quite sure whether he looked. After all, whether he closed his eyes or opened them, the scene he saw was actually the same, all darkness and deathly silence. It is not too accurate to say that this scene is dark. It is like the perspective of a blind person, a void that can never be seen through.

In this void, Wang Ming could not even feel his own body. He could not feel anything, except for the words he had heard before. Endless nothingness, endless silence, as if everything in this world had nothing to do with Wang Ming. As if this was what death looked like. Wang Ming could not even utter a word in this void. He could not even stabilize his consciousness by talking to himself. He could only let the nothingness swallow him up. He could not even judge whether he still knew what time was. He did not even know how much time he had experienced in that instant. There was no reference point, only his consciousness.

His consciousness was also immersed in this nothingness, and the nothingness seemed to completely ignore his possible existing body and wrapped up his consciousness, as if as long as he stopped thinking for a moment, his consciousness would completely sink into this nothingness. This situation was something Wang Ming had never encountered before. Every time he died, he would be resurrected in the subspace, but in this situation, it was as if he was really dead and there was no possibility of resurrection.

"I..., died..."

Wang Ming looked at the nothingness in front of him. He tried to feel his body which seemed to have completely disappeared, but it was of no use. Nothingness was still nothingness. There was nothing. He could not feel anything, see anything, or hear anything. It was as if only his consciousness was active in this universe. Apart from that, there was nothing else. Everything was in dead silence. Everything was in the end.

Moreover, in this piece of nothingness, Wang Ming felt that his consciousness was gradually being swallowed up by the nothingness. At the beginning, he could still think about some very complicated things, that is, why he came to this place, and whether his attack on Nurgle was effective. But as he thought about more and more things, he suddenly found that his consciousness was gradually falling into decay and withering, and his thinking speed was gradually approaching that of a mortal from that of a Primarch.

Things that originally only took a moment to think about suddenly required a long time to think. As he thought more and more, his consciousness gradually became duller and more corrupt, until his thinking speed was almost the same as when he was a mortal. At this thinking speed, Wang Ming suddenly recalled many things about himself, things that happened hundreds of years ago on the sacred Terra which was still called Earth.

He recalled his whole life, he recalled how he grew up, he recalled his past work, his past life, his past relatives, he even began to recall his long-lost girlfriend on Earth, and then he recalled the night when he was tricked by the Emperor into coming to this universe.

The emperor fooled him, saying that he would travel to a world with elves, orcs, and magic, and Wang Ming actually believed the emperor's words at that time, thinking that he would take him to a continent with elves, magic, and orcs, and let him start a glorious adventure in another world, where he could become a lord, a king, and possibly even an emperor who unified the entire continent. However, who knew that this was a complete subspace scam.

The Emperor tricked him into this universe full of despair and war, and when he arrived in this universe, he felt that he was going to die at the first moment, and then a system appeared inexplicably, and then that system was blown up by the evil god. But before the system was blown up by the evil god, it still left him a lot of inheritance. In the end, the Emperor gave him the fragments of the system. Speaking of which, Wang Ming is sincerely grateful to his system. This system brother is really kind, and was still thinking about him as the host before he died.

Although he didn't know where his system brother came from, why did he have to delve into this matter? It didn't matter. In Wang Ming's life, he had saved countless humans in these hundred years, but he also didn't save countless humans in these hundreds of years. Even if his thinking speed had been reduced to the level of a mortal, he could still remember everyone's name. He could remember the name of every human on the death list in the fleet database, and those names were like his crimes.

Wang Ming's way of thinking is entirely due to the responsibilities he has given himself. He believes that he is a genetic Primarch, that he is the protector of a vast interstellar empire, that he is the guardian of human civilization, that he is a sword for human civilization to fight back against the Chaos Gods, that he is the Primarch and the boss of his fellow villagers, that he should protect the lives of all humans in this galaxy, and that he bears a great responsibility.

And this was indeed the case during these hundreds of years. He led his legion to travel across the galaxy, he led his legion to cross the stars, and set foot on the land of one world after another. On those worlds, they were praised by the humans on those worlds. The humans on those worlds believed that they were their guardians, they believed that Wang Ming was their hope, they believed that Wang Ming was the son of God, and they believed that Wang Ming was an omnipotent god.

And Wang Ming was just as they thought and hoped, he had been fulfilling his responsibilities and missions conscientiously. He saved world after world from the destruction of chaos, and brought salvation to the worlds that were about to be destroyed. Wang Ming had listened to the names of the mortals on Ultramar. That was the first time they were called demigods, and that was the first time he was called the Son of God. He brought hope to the worlds, improved the living standards of the people on the worlds, and hoped to bring the human race back to the peak of the golden age. He hoped to bring this rotten and hopeless human empire back to the bright, rational, faith, and scientific human federation era. He hoped to drive out all the chaos between the galaxies, so that humans can live in a universe where they don't have to worry about any wars. He has been working hard for this goal.

But the harder he tried, the more he realized that his enemies were so powerful. Not only did he have to face the Chaos from the High Heavens, and the malice from the Sea of ​​Souls, but he also had to face the corruption and fragility of the Human Empire, and the corrupt internal affairs of the Human Empire. He needed to fight against the power from the enemies of humanity, he needed to reform the corrupt internal affairs of the Human Empire, he needed to reform each human world, he needed to let the humans in each human world live a good life, and he even needed to find a way to destroy the Chaos Evil God in the Sea of ​​Souls who had been spying on all beings in the galaxy. There were so many things he needed to do, so many things.

And precisely because of this, what Wang Ming has done in the past few hundred years has been too radical. He hopes to quickly change this desperate and dark galaxy. He hopes that the humans in this galaxy will no longer have to worry about war, death and disease, or starving to death in their civilized world, or having their lives taken away by a war that comes from outside the sky and that they have never seen before.

Wang Ming hopes to change all this quickly. He hopes to fulfill his responsibilities quickly so that this galaxy will no longer be synonymous with darkness and despair. That is why Wang Ming is very radical in the internal reforms of the empire. As long as there are people or things that stand in his way of reform, Wang Ming will deal with them without hesitation. Those former high lords hanging on the dome of the High Leader Parliament, those nobles who were secretly dealt with by the time travelers and the Raven Guard, and those countless unenterprising officials of the empire who stand in his way of reform, some of these people are actually not deliberately standing in Wang Ming's way of reform.

Most of them simply thought that Wang Ming's reforms were not suitable for the empire. They hoped that the traditions of the empire would allow this corrupt old empire to continue. They believed that only in this way could the empire continue to survive in this desperate galaxy and allow the empire to continue to protect its countless human citizens among its millions of stars. There was actually nothing wrong with their ideas, but for the sake of reform, to change this dark galaxy, Wang Ming had to get rid of them.

While Wang Ming was extremely radical in dealing with the internal affairs of the Empire, he was also extremely radical in dealing with the Chaos Gods. He blocked every major plan of the Chaos Gods in the real universe, he destroyed the Chaos Gods' cults in the galaxy and those rebellious Chaos Space Marines. Over the past few hundred years, he had been constantly looking for ways to kill the Chaos Evil Gods. When he got the plan that would allow him to become a god and confront the Chaos Gods head-on, he was also very radical about the plan to become a god. He wanted to complete the plan quickly, wanted to quickly kill the Chaos Gods in the subspace, and wanted to make sure that the Sea of ​​Souls no longer had those disgusting things that spied on human souls.

However, just after he completed his plan to become a god and became a true god in the Sea of ​​Souls, when he really fought against those Chaos Evil Gods, Wang Ming realized how difficult it was to really fight against those guys. It was just a confrontation. Although Wang Ming burned down Nurgle's divine domain, he was also trapped in the nothingness of today under Nurgle's power. He didn't even know if he could be resurrected like before.

But even so, Wang Ming did not have any fear in his heart. He was originally just a mortal. He had experienced enough in these hundreds of years, and he had also fulfilled part of his responsibilities. Under his reform, the empire has now begun to slowly approach the era of the Human Federation, but the speed is absolutely extremely slow, and it is very likely just due to inertia. When the inertia of the reform is gradually stopped by the huge and bloated political system of the Human Empire, even Guilliman will not be able to continue Wang Ming's extremely radical reforms.

The basis of Wang Ming's reform is based on the fact that the 21st Legion has complete strength independent of the main empire. The 21st Legion, with independent strength, does not need to care about the political games within the empire and the bloated internal affairs of the empire. If Wang Ming dies completely in this crisis, the 21st Legion will lose its strength independent of the empire. Although the 21st Legion can still obtain a relatively independent position in the empire with the Morse Industrial World Group as its basic base, it is absolutely impossible to continue the reforms in the empire.

Even if the time travelers wanted to continue the empire's reform plan at all costs, it would be impossible to do so. The Human Empire has never been an interstellar empire that can be easily reformed. The inertia of this ancient and corrupt empire is too huge. If the time travelers do it at all costs, the best result is to retain an independent status in the Morse Industrial World Cluster. The worst result is to be labeled a traitor by the empire.

Speaking of which, Wang Ming is thinking a lot now. When his thinking speed gradually slowed down to the same level as when he was a mortal, he suddenly remembered some things he had not thought about after becoming the Primarch. These things may be because after he became the Primarch, he did not need to care about these situations. But now, when Wang Ming thought about what his disappearance would do to his legion, he thought of these things.

But what can he do after thinking about it? He didn't even know how to get out of his current situation. Gradually, Wang Ming suddenly felt so tired. He had done so many things in the past few hundred years. He felt that he wanted to rest. He felt that he wanted to go home. He wanted to go home and think about everything on Earth. He thought of his parents and his little house on Earth. Although his life was not as he wished, at least there, he didn't need to worry about the war in the distant future. He didn't need to worry about not saving the lives of the people on those worlds. He didn't need to worry about letting countless people die in front of him because of his incompetence.

"I really want to go home..."

Wang Ming looked at the nothingness in front of him, and thought so in his increasingly confused consciousness.