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Chapter 897 The Emperor's Confidence

Can the dark future of the Warhammer universe be changed?
Yes, as long as the Deceptive Goddess is willing to pay the price, like Hongjun, to merge with the Dao, balance the imbalanced Yin and Yang universe, and then suppress the fortune with innate spiritual treasures.

This is something that neither the four evil gods of the subspace nor the Emperor could do; only the eccentric goddess Buddha Mother, as an outsider, could.

The problem is, the wicked goddess Buddha Mother cannot agree unless the true body consents.

Green Dam and Benita knew this was unrealistic, so they thought they might as well come up with a solution to at least make the future less hopeless.

The two are two sides of the same coin, so their cooperation goes without saying.

Benedict took over command. Batman's consciousness and the Primarch's hardware allowed her to effortlessly control the multi-billion-dollar battlefield and analyze the changing situation in Comoros, integrating every variable that arose at any moment into her own will.

The intelligence was gathered by the Bat Court and then implemented according to her will, like a butterfly flapping its wings. The effects seemed subtle, but they propelled countless tiny variables into a terrifying storm that was about to sweep across the entire Comoros. This was also the reason why the members of the Bat Court maintained their fanatical faith in her.

Benita was able to do this thanks in no small part to the Batman template.

Superman knows firsthand how monstrous Batman is; even with the limitations of a mortal, he still repeatedly creates miracles.

Earth has faced numerous crises of destruction, and he has always been in control, managing to keep supervillains, superheroes, innocent civilians, corrupt officials, and various unforeseen factors all under his thumb. This is something no ordinary person could accomplish.

Now it's even more terrifying, because what carries this consciousness is no longer a mortal body with its limits, but a genetic prototype with infinite possibilities.

The Primarch's hardware is so powerful that it would rank among the top even in the monster-infested Warhammer universe.

The combination of these two elements made Benita's brain seem to be filled with countless atoms colliding every moment, and each collision could calculate a result. At this moment, she transformed into the biggest mastermind behind the scenes, pushing the war in the direction she needed without anyone noticing.

Green Dam, on the other hand, focuses solely on fighting, unleashing its full potential and perfectly showcasing the violent aesthetics of the Hulk.

Although he remained conscious, he was not Dr. Banner, who held the Hulk back. His combat awareness was absolutely top-notch. Most importantly, the Hulk's normal upper limit was affected by his base stats. How could a mere Dr. Banner, who was powerless, compare to the Primarch, who could dismantle a poison blade with his bare hands?

After the base values ​​were scaled up proportionally, Green Dam transformed into the Hulk, destroying ships with his bare hands as if it were child's play. Energy shields and super armor were all shattered under pure, extreme violence.

Given enough time, Green Dam could even destroy a planet.

With one representing the pinnacle of wisdom and the other the ultimate in strength, the two worked together and quickly broke through the barrier between themselves and the energy zone.

The thirsty Starbreaker immediately began drawing energy from the Comoros, and all the factories started operating again. Large amounts of garbage were processed into weapons and equipment, which were then taken into battle by the newly grown green-skinned boys.

The two Primarchs were so powerful that they were almost invincible, but the Orks were no less formidable. Their potential was unfathomable, and the technology etched into their genes was second only to the Fearless, who manipulated the laws of physics. Their spore reproduction method was even more terrifying than that of the Tyranids, who were adept at massing units. Their resistance to corruption was so great that even the Warp Gods were scratching their heads. If it weren't for their chaotic nature, it would be hard to say who owned this universe.

Therefore, despite being outmatched in every aspect—numbers, technology, resources, organization, and coordination—the Orcs grew stronger with each battle, showing no signs of backing down and demonstrating their formidable strength.

Clearly, if all the greens cannot be wiped out in one go, then a protracted war is inevitable.

What troubled the Dark Eldar wasn't just this. The Starbreaker was like a golf ball glued to its backside, stuck tightly to the Comoros's rear end, right next to its internal hemorrhoid energy zone that was on the verge of bleeding. The Dark Eldar dared not make any rash moves, because the slightest mistake would result in massive blood loss and a need for emergency medical treatment.

Right now, let alone planet-destroying weapons, they dare not use other high-powered weapons lightly. After all, if pushed too far, and the Orks were to use those terrifying weapons again, it would basically be a mutual destruction. The consequence would be that the Dark Eldar would lose their last refuge and fall into the eyes of the Slaanesh once more. Given the Dark Eldar's level of depravity, they are basically doomed. So, they are having a splitting headache.

Just as Benita had hoped, and according to her will, a certain balance was reached between the Greenskins and the Dark Eldar. Despite the fierce fighting, the situation had actually stabilized. The next two Primarchs did not choose to remain there, but instead left Comoros in their aircraft to join the Imperium.

Although Comoros is important, the Emperor's coveted network of roads is basically the difference between a country lane and a mountain interchange compared to this place.

Unfortunately, let alone the two of them, even if they brought the empire along, they couldn't take over this place, because destruction is always easier than construction.

The Empire certainly cannot tolerate the existence of the Xenomorphs, nor can the Dark Eldar, not to mention the Greenskins who thrive on chaos.

The problem is that if a devastating war breaks out, all three sides have the potential to be wiped out by Lacomoros. Not to mention that the Emperor is currently burdened with debt, and any attempt to do anything is fraught with negative effects. Meanwhile, the Empire is pushing forward the Great Crusade with all its might, and has no spare capacity to open another hellish dungeon.

Therefore, rather than adding more variables, it's better to maintain the status quo for now.

Using the network, the two quickly arrived in the Imperial territory. After identifying themselves, they were escorted to Holy Terra.

Their memories were complete, so they didn't even recognize the solar system, let alone Earth, which had been renamed Terra.

It's not surprising, though. Humans in the Golden Age were too reckless, daring to do anything, and ended up just like the Ancients, the Fearless, and the Eldar, all of them went wrong.

Upon arriving in Terra, the two went through the process of other Primarchs returning to the Empire, including a grand parade and celebration.

Although it hasn't yet become a complete cesspool like the 40K, the common people of the empire still live incredibly oppressive lives, like tools fitted with clocks, following a routine without any change or future. Only at times like these can they see a glimmer of hope for the future, hence the atmosphere is extremely fervent.

This is precisely the purpose of the celebration: to let the Primarchs, who have just returned, know that the Empire needs them, the people need them, and the Emperor needs them.

At least in terms of initial emotional value, the Emperor could satisfy some of those needs. Unfortunately, the subsequent warmth and care did not follow, otherwise so many troubles would not have arisen.

There's no way around it. The Emperor is great and selfless. He possesses unparalleled psychic powers, forbidden knowledge from the Golden Age, and extraordinary personal charisma and political and military abilities. However, the Emperor is not perfect. He also has fatal character flaws, just like the Primarch. The greater his strengths, the more fatal his flaws.

This is a common problem among the strong: they are too powerful, so powerful that they always think they can create miracles and change everything, but reality is often cruel.

Upon arriving at the massive Terra Palace, which resembled a mountain range, the two met the Emperor amidst a large contingent of royal guards resembling golden corn cobs.

The emperor's buttocks haven't been stuck to the golden toilet yet, nor have they been whipped to the point of being skin and bones. He remains tall, handsome, and charming, dressed in magnificent and solemn golden armor, sitting on the supreme golden throne, like a god among men, only the golden light is a bit dazzling.

The Emperor was wary of these two Primarchs, yet not overly so, because although their appearance was beyond his expectations, their essence was extremely pure. They were purer than anything in the real universe, let alone the Warp. Therefore, he still entrusted them with important tasks.

With the Great Crusade underway, it's unrealistic for the Primarchs to gather together to strengthen their bonds. In fact, even the two of them had to rush to their respective Legions after completing the procedures, because a Legion without a Primarch is incomplete.

For the Legion, Primarchs are not simply commanders and gene seed providers.

Don't forget the nature of the Primarchs. As a lesser Daedric Lord of the Warp, they also possess a strong ability to corrupt and assimilate. This is why the Emperor is wary of the Primarchs and Space Marines, because if they get out of control, they will cause serious damage to the Imperium.

As for why the emperor used it despite knowing the potential dangers, it was naturally because he was confident that he could solve everything. As long as he was there, the empire would not fall into chaos. He was that confident.

Golden Toilet
(End of this chapter)