From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Chapter 639 "I will not betray humanity for personal gain, nor will I betray loyalty."

Sui Meng.

This is Sui Yang's first offspring to be "truly" named by him.

The baby in the swaddling clothes had a peaceful face, and you could already see the resemblance between him in his eyebrows and eyes, with the same outline and the same nose bridge.

Sui Yang stroked the baby's delicate cheek with his thumb, and when he felt the warm touch, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

"It's just like you."

Athena's voice was soft, and her eyes held undisguised pleasure.

She took a half step forward, her fingertips subtly adjusting Sui Yang's clothes, the movement so practiced it seemed she had done it a thousand times.

Sui Yang did not dodge, but simply lowered his head and remained silent.

There is no record of the two missing legions in Warhammer 40k, but he has now filled in one of them, which further proves that he, Sui Yang, is the counterpart of the Emperor of Man in Warhammer 40k.

After all, Sui Meng's appearance was very similar to his own, or rather, to one aspect of the human emperor.

Otherwise, the human emperor wouldn't have dragged him, who was "eating hotpot," directly to the main universe, forcing him into a life of "forced labor."

Sui Yang was already used to this and didn't harbor any resentment.
Of course, if the human emperor were standing right in front of him, then everything would be different.

“It is His Majesty’s honor to bestow a name upon him.” Athena’s gaze shifted between Sui Yang and the baby, a slight smile playing on her lips. “Moreover, this child’s features are most similar to yours among all the Primarchs.”

The hall fell into a brief silence.

The Imperial Guards stood like statues on both sides, while Ap and Melissa stood not far away, the data streams flashing silently in their eyes.

"These years," Sui Yang suddenly spoke, his voice low, "you've worked hard."

Athena chuckled softly, her fingertips lightly brushing against his wrist: "Your Majesty is too kind. It is my duty to share your burdens."

Her tone was gentle, yet it carried a profound meaning that only they could understand.

Sui Yang's gaze returned to the baby's face.

The little guy had woken up at some point and was curiously looking at him with his clear eyes.

“Aside from the unification of the 18 universes (StarCraft), the threat of Chaos is getting closer and closer.” Sui Yang’s tone turned serious. “His growth cannot be delayed, and his legion must also get on track as soon as possible.”

“I will, Your Majesty,” Athena naturally took over the conversation. “I will pass on what I know to him, so that he may become the new God of War of the human empire.”

"Okay." Sui Yang nodded slightly. "For now, you will have full authority to supervise, educate, and raise this child. If he goes through adolescence, you can send him to me."

"As ordered."

Upon hearing this, Athena bowed slightly, her golden hair concealing the smile on her lips.

Although the Primarch is much stronger than an ordinary child, its growth rate is also incredibly fast, and it can "grow into an adult" within two years under normal circumstances.

However, the growth stages that the Primarch goes through are no different from those of ordinary children, including the rebellious period.

Having parents who love you is a good thing, but if you go through a rebellious phase, Athena is very likely to spoil Sui Meng with her personality. Therefore, he, as your father, needs to give him a good "education" and "manually" fix the original body's little bad habits.

When Athena looked up again, her expression had returned to normal: "What do you plan to do with those agents?"

Sui Yang handed the grinning Sui Meng back to her, saying, "Let's see what their value is first."

"What if they don't know what's good for them?" Athena took Sui Meng, her movements as light as if she were holding the most precious treasure in the world.

Sui Yang turned and walked toward the throne, his robes drawing a sharp arc behind him: "Then let them see what a true psychic is."

Athena watched his retreating figure, a smile flashing in her eyes once more.

Sui Yang's voice came from the direction of the throne: "Take him back. In less than two months, that child will start to be a nuisance."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Athena bowed and took her leave, but as she turned, her fingertips lightly brushed her lips, casting a meaningful glance toward the throne.

The goddess of war seized the perfect "gap," and the Imperial Guards responsible for garrisoning and patrolling, along with the two intelligent AIs, did not notice the move.

In fact, if Sui Yang had summoned her to a more private space instead of the Meditation Hall, Athena would have already rewarded and rewarded Sui Yang.

Sui Yang sat back on the throne, his gaze falling outside the palace, as if he could see through the heavy doors and see the golden figure carrying his offspring away.

A brief silence fell over the hall, with only the light reflecting off the gilded floor moving slowly.

A moment later, his gaze shifted to the other side.

The psychic perception spread out like invisible ripples, easily penetrating the heavy doors and locking onto the four ghost agents standing in the passageway.

In his psychic vision, four energy fluctuations of different intensities were clearly visible.

Two of the agents possessed psychic abilities that were like a faint candle flame, at a "normal" level, capable of telekinesis and releasing psychic energy.

Stone's psionic energy is like an unstable flame, containing enough energy to cause regional destruction.

And Nova Terra.
Her psychic powers were like a drawn sword, sharp and dangerous, with a strength that even surpassed that of the think tanks of ordinary legion companies.

However, compared to Athena, it is still like a firefly compared to the bright moon.

Sui Yang tapped his fingertips lightly on the armrest of the throne, producing a crisp sound.

He gazed thoughtfully in the direction of the passage, then spoke directly into the minds of the four through his psionic powers:

"Come in."

Outside the meditation hall.

The heavy doors slid open to the sides, where the Imperial Guards still stood, their golden power armor gleaming under the lights.

Nova took a deep breath and stepped into the hall first, her feet making a slight sound as they landed on the gilded floor.

The sight before her eyes made Nova hold her breath instantly.

The entire meditation hall is gilded, with crystal chandeliers hanging from the tall dome, each reflecting a dazzling light.

The walls are inlaid with exquisite reliefs depicting countless epic battles.

The most striking feature is the majestic golden throne in the center of the hall, which sits high above, exuding a breathtaking majesty.

Nova subconsciously compared this place to the imperial palace of the Terran Empire, where she served.

Khar's palace complex occupies the entire city area and is vast in scale, but compared to the palace of this human empire before them, it is like a country cottage.

This extreme luxury made her sneer inwardly:

'Ha, all empires are the same; such extravagance and waste inevitably lead to utter corruption within.'

"is it?"

Sui Yang's voice suddenly echoed in the hall, carrying a strange echo quality.

!

Nova froze, looking up at the throne in disbelief—

Does the man sitting on the golden throne know what she's thinking?
Sui Yang slowly rose from his throne, the gold thread embroidery on his black robe shimmering under the light.

He looked down at the four of them, his gaze finally settling on Nova. His eyes were as deep as the starry sky, seemingly able to see through all pretenses. Nova felt an inexplicable pressure. Her psychic instincts wanted to resist, but she found that her strength was like an ant before this man.

Stone and the other two agents were pale and sweating profusely.

Sui Yang descended the steps of the throne once more, his long robe trailing on the gilded floor, making a soft rustling sound.

He stopped a few steps away from Nova, a distance that maintained his authority while allowing Nova to see the "cold sun" in his eyes.

“Ghost agents of the Terran Empire.” Sui Yang’s voice was calm, yet it caused the four of them to involuntarily stir their psionic energy. “You have trespassed into my territory and now you are making unwarranted judgments about my empire.”

Nova, enduring the pain of her suppressed psionic powers, stubbornly raised her head: "We're just carrying out a mission."

"A mission?" Sui Yang gently raised his hand, and a holographic projection unfolded in the center of the hall, showing Nova and her team's complete infiltration of Mar-Sara. "Stealing intelligence? Preparing to assassinate important officials? Or... testing my limits?"

His words struck the four men like a hammer blow.

Nova suddenly realized that all their secrets were exposed in front of this man.

Sui Yang turned his gaze to Nova and suddenly asked, "What do you think of Sarah Kerrigan's psionic level?"

This question caught Nova off guard, and she instinctively answered, "The Queen of Blades is the strongest known psyker."

Sui Yang's gaze fell on Nova as if it were a physical object, his golden pupils slightly contracting, the gilded ground reflecting the emperor's robust and tall figure.

“So,” his voice was low, “how do you compare yourself to Sarah Kerrigan?”

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Nova pressed her lips into a straight line and raised her chin slightly, but she remained silent.

The air inside the hall seemed to freeze, and she could clearly hear her own heart pounding.

As a level 10 psychic powerhouse, she was well aware of the Blade Queen's terrifying strength, but her stubbornness and unwillingness to admit defeat made it impossible for her to readily acknowledge this fact.

His right hand unconsciously rubbed the restraint shackles on his left wrist, his fingertips feeling the cold touch of the metal.

"hehe."

Sui Yang's light laughter echoed in the empty hall, carrying a hint of amusement.

He turned and walked toward the gilded pillar beside him, his fingers tracing the exquisite relief patterns on it, as if giving Nova and the Ghost Agents time to react and guess.

"This... is His Majesty the Emperor."

Stone suddenly spoke, his voice trembling slightly from the psionic pressure, fine beads of sweat trickling down his temples, yet he still mustered the courage to ask:
"Why did you summon us here?"

Sui Yang turned his gaze to Stone, "Good question."

His voice softened, but it made the backs of the four agents tense up at the same time.

Sui Yang raised his right hand, his slender fingers making a light stroke in the air, a movement as elegant as a pianist's.

Nova and the other three Ghost Agents suddenly felt dizzy, and the scene before their eyes began to distort.

She instinctively tried to use her spiritual energy to resist, but found that her power was like a stone sinking into the sea.

The next second, countless images flooded into her mind like a tidal wave—

She witnessed an organization called Atlas protecting humanity from the shadows.

Investigators and agents, dressed in black uniforms, silently dealt with the threat in the alleyways of a rainy night.

Scientists are developing new technologies in brightly lit laboratories, where the liquid in test tubes glows with a faint blue light.

The soldiers defended against an unknown enemy on the front lines, the muzzle flashes of their guns particularly glaring in the darkness.

The scene suddenly shifts, and she sees how Atlas deals with injustice—

A corrupt official dressed in fine clothes was escorted to the center of the square, surrounded by onlookers.

The trial was completely open and transparent. Every piece of evidence was projected onto a huge holographic screen. As the man's crimes were revealed one by one, Nova could even feel the angry emotions of the onlookers.

Then comes an even grander scene—

The brutal war between the human empire and the Chaos and alien forces after its establishment.

She saw Astartes fighting on the smoke-filled battlefield, their power swords clashing with chainsaws, creating blinding sparks.

The scene of a mother tightly hugging her child and crying as civilians were rescued from the aliens was deeply moving.

What shocked her most was that she witnessed a corrupt official being consumed by Sui Yang's psionic flames in the main universe. The man's screams seemed to be right next to her ears, and his distorted face in the flames was horrifying.

The scene changes again.

Nova saw two completely different worlds.

One is a picturesque paradise, where, beside a clear river, the souls who contributed to the empire rest peacefully, their faces serene and content.

The other is a burning hell, where the souls of sinners suffer eternal torment, their wails echoing as their twisted limbs struggle in the lava.

When the images finally ended, Nova found herself kneeling on one knee, her back soaked with cold sweat, her breathing rapid as if she had just run ten kilometers.

She looked up at Sui Yang and found him calmly staring at her, his golden eyes revealing no emotion.

The light inside the hall seemed to have become even brighter, and the gilded walls reflected a dazzling light, forcing her to squint.

Stone and the other two agents were in worse condition than her.

Stone slumped to the ground, his face ashen, his right hand gripping the fabric of his shirt tightly.

The other two lay completely prostrate on the ground, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Nova swallowed hard, a stinging sensation in her dry throat making her realize that in the hallucination she had just experienced, she seemed to have completely forgotten how to breathe.

Sui Yang slowly walked back to the throne, and when he sat down again, the atmosphere of the entire hall seemed to change.

Light and shadow danced on the gilded ground, and the imperial banner hanging behind the throne fluttered slightly without wind.

"The Human Empire." His voice echoed in the hall, each word resounding, "Unlike the Terran Empire, we are based on humanity and take it upon ourselves to protect it."

Nova unconsciously straightened her back. She saw the golden light flash in Sui Yang's eyes, a light so pure that it contained no impurities.

“Although I am an emperor,” Sui Yang continued, slowly raising his right hand with his palm facing upward, “I am by no means like Arcturus Mengsk.”

When he said the name, his fingertips clenched slightly, as if he were about to crush something filthy.

"We will not betray humanity for personal gain, nor will we fail to live up to our loyalty."

As he spoke, a gentle wave of psionic energy permeated the hall.

Nova felt her mind become unusually clear, and past memories flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern—

Mengsk's lies, the corruption within Tyranny, and the countless ordinary soldiers who were sacrificed.
"join us."

Sui Yang's voice suddenly became extremely penetrating, "On the real battlefield, fight for humanity!"

His gaze swept over the four people, and an invisible stream of spiritual energy subtly influenced their subconscious.

"Let humanity stand at the pinnacle of the multiverse, so that aliens and chaos will never dare to covet our territory again!"

(End of this chapter)