Bronze door through time and space

Chapter 903 The Second Empire
At this moment, Yan Xu, who was also the original body, had quietly arrived in the Warhammer universe, but dared not make a sound, for fear of attracting the three people sent by the Heavenly Dao World to hunt him down.

As his true form, Yan Xu's strength is definitely not lacking, reaching the peak of the Golden Immortal realm. If he were to gather all his avatars, he would be considered a half-step Great Luo Immortal. Coupled with a bunch of innate treasures, he would truly fear no one except for those powerful beings from the prehistoric era.

The problem is, with a stone, two pounds of lotus root, three eyes, and a dog, who wouldn't run away?

He was also desperate and had no choice but to plunge into the Warhammer universe, hoping to use the stench of the warp to shield himself from the smell.

But that wasn't enough. He wasn't naive enough to think that this would buy those three much time, so he didn't hesitate to directly draw the incarnations of the Marvel and DC universes together with their respective universes and converge them into the Warhammer universe.

Yan Xu's move was a calculated move, and also a gamble on the character of those three people.

Once all the avatars are gathered, along with enough external world origins, Yan Xu will be able to create his own multiverse based on the Warhammer universe. At that time, he will be like an immortal saint. As long as the world exists, he will not perish. Even if the world perishes, he will still not perish. He can simply create a new world with a wave of his hand.

It can be said that unless a sage comes with a supreme innate treasure, he is already in an invincible position.

However, all of this is based on one premise: that all the incarnations and the world origins they pull in can safely reach the Warhammer universe. If they are destroyed along the way, his plan will fail. But will these three be able to do so?
In order to thwart his open scheme, he would exterminate countless lives in a universe.
Yan Xu didn't know, which is why he chose to take a gamble.

If all else fails, Yan Xu has one last option: to self-destruct the Bronze Gate and escape along with all his avatars. At that point, not only will the Heavenly Dao be lost, but even he himself will be nowhere to be found.

To successfully create the universe, Yan Xu needs to increase his investment in and understanding of the Warhammer universe. Therefore, he takes over the incarnation of the Fiend Goddess and begins to make arrangements using two alternate accounts. However, before that, let's watch a good show first.

As Horus instigated the rebellion, war raged across the galaxy. Loyal warships were routed by the Chaos fleet, and their cries for help were lost in the distorted warp currents.

But Horus knew this was not enough, far from enough; he was well aware of the war potential of this vast empire.

The current defeat is merely a superficial wound. As long as the loyalists can reconnect with each other, they can assemble a formidable army to lead the empire in a counterattack, which will be a challenge even for him.

Thus, the Word Bearers, with the power of the Four Gods, unleashed a larger and more destructive warp storm, like an invisible wall stretching across the galaxy, forcing the Imperial loyalists to be scattered in various places, completely cutting them off from communication with the outside world. The once closely connected Imperial territories instantly became isolated islands.

Macurag, the core of the Five Hundred Worlds, is filled with a heavy and despairing atmosphere.

Guilliman stood on the palace's observation deck, his eyes filled with worry.

As the most politically astute and capable ruler of all the Primarchs, he understood the Empire's current predicament better than anyone else.

The warp storm severed his connection with Terra. The Emperor's safety was unknown, and Horus's Chaos army was closing in. If no action was taken, humanity's survival would be in jeopardy.

We must unite people's hearts and minds, and we must build a new core force.

Guilliman weighed the options in his mind, and a bold idea gradually became clear.

The Second Empire was established.

When the idea first came to him, even he was shocked, because he knew all too well what it meant: it was breaking the empire's bottom line and challenging the emperor's authority.

Guilliman was pessimistic about the future of the empire, because at the current rate, its destruction was only a matter of time.

In order to unite people and ensure the continuation of humanity, Guilliman ultimately decided to establish the Second Reich.

He was well aware of the consequences of doing so, but Guilliman also understood the dire situation the Empire was facing.

If the Empire's situation is as he foresaw, then his decision will be humanity's only hope.

However, Guilliman was unwilling to become the second emperor. Whatever his considerations, he ultimately chose the title of regent, which both preserved his reverence for the emperor and established the core of the new regime.

Guilliman proved correct. The Second Reich was barely in its preparations when the cohesion of the Five Hundred Worlds became apparent. The previous confusion was replaced by hope for the future. Seeing the gradually improving efficiency and ample resources, Guilliman breathed a slight sigh of relief, but the unease in his heart did not dissipate, because he knew that the Five Hundred Worlds alone could hardly fight against Horus's army, but at least he could see a glimmer of hope.

Even if he were a Primarch, Guilliman would have to slow down after drawing a large amount of blood again. However, this blood would be converted into a large number of gene seeds, providing a foundation for the next expansion plan. He couldn't help but smile again.

Just as Guilliman was busy integrating the resources of the five hundred worlds to create Smurfs, the formation of the Second Empire was also gradually getting on track, but a piece of news made him freeze in place.

The Dark Angels fleet broke through the deadly warp storm and was heading towards Macragge, led by Primarch Llane.

"Lane? How did he get through the storm?!" Guilliman was both surprised and delighted.

What's alarming is how to explain his actions. What he did was tantamount to splitting the empire, and his crimes were no better than Horus's, who instigated a great rebellion. If he wasn't careful, he would be branded as a traitor and beaten by a group of loyalist brothers.

The good news is that Leon's arrival proves that not all loyalists have been isolated, and the Empire's situation may not be at its worst yet.

However, neither of these pieces of news was good news for Guilliman.

Apart from Zhu Biao, in every dynasty, the fate of any crown prince or prince who had prepared a dragon robe and throne in their own residence was probably not good.

Guilliman was in the same boat. Facing the First Primarch, the most mysterious of all his brothers, he felt both uneasy and embarrassed, as proving his loyalty under these circumstances was quite difficult.

When the Dark Angels' warships docked at the port of Macragge, Guilliman personally went to greet them and led them to the conference room he had specially built for the Emperor and Primarchs, where he laid out his thoughts without any concealment.

The conference room was solemn and dignified, with reliefs of the Emperor unifying humanity engraved on the walls. Guilliman sat in his own chair and laid out his original intention for establishing the Second Empire, the Empire's current situation, and his concerns about the future of humanity. However, he did not know how Ryan would react, whether with angry questions or cold rejection.

Ryan listened quietly, without interrupting or showing any emotion, until Guilliman finished speaking before he slowly opened his mouth.

"The empire cannot afford another split."

"But your decision may be the only way out right now."

To be honest, whether Ryan believed it or not, no one but himself knew, but he was very clear that the empire was truly unable to withstand any setbacks or losses.

So whether it's true or false, he has to take it seriously.

With Guilliman's sincere invitation to him to take the position of regent, the matter was dropped, but the Dark Angels did quite a bit of dirty work behind the scenes.

Just as the two Primarchs were forming the Second Reich and preparing to fight for the continuation of humanity, another dramatic scene unfolded: another Primarch successfully arrived in the Five Hundred Worlds, and he was none other than Saint Gilles, the most holy and noble of all the Primarchs.

Saint Gilles' loyalty to the Emperor was beyond question; if the Emperor found out what the two of them were doing...
Ryan is now experiencing the same feelings that Guilliman had before.

Guilliman had to go through the process again, putting the very unwilling Saint Gilles in the wretched position of regent.

What Ryan felt before, Saint Gilles feels now.

There was no other way; the situation was too dire. The human empire could collapse at any moment. If they united, there was still a glimmer of hope, but if they fought amongst themselves, there would be no hope at all. So, they reluctantly accepted the position of regent.

Then Guilliman appointed himself governor of the town and Lane as protector of the state. Everyone had a bright future, which was truly a cause for celebration. However, when the three of them sat together, their smiles seemed a bit forced.

The current regent, the former regent, and the regent before that—three emperors ruling at the same time—who wouldn't feel awkward?

However, it was precisely this practice of the three of them pledging their allegiance to each other that made the formation of the Second Empire relatively smooth overall, despite some friction and conflict. It's just unknown what their expressions would be when they learned that the Empire still existed and the Emperor was not dead.

(End of this chapter)