Bronze door through time and space

Chapter 911 Very Lucky
Although what happened on the Golden Throne was just a tiny speck in the vast Warhammer universe, it brought a smile to Yan Xu's face as he looked toward Terra.

The Golden Throne was not only the first super-sized warship, but also the Empire's first mobile cathedral of such immense size. Most importantly, Yan Xu had made some changes, so the Emperor could hardly ignore certain alterations. However, he acquiesced to all of this because it was beneficial to the future of humanity, and that was enough.

In fact, if Yan Xu were willing to explicitly promise to save humanity, but asked the Emperor to become a short-haired, adorable little girl who was only 1.5 meters tall, he would be willing to do so.

Despite the emperor's cold and solemn demeanor, as an immortal and psionic being who has lived for 40,000 years, the variety of his activities is beyond the imagination of most people. Before the Golden Age collapsed, he had no need to worry about humanity or bear such a heavy responsibility, so he could do whatever he wanted.

Therefore, when Yan Xuzhen made this condition, the emperor would be overjoyed and would agree without hesitation.

If his best friend and Primarch were still alive, the Emperor would dare to have them dressed up as girls and dance to otaku songs, while the Imperial Guard acted as the atmosphere team and the Grey Knights DJed.

It's not shameful to do this in order to save humanity.

The Primarchs who were still alive, whether loyal, traitorous, or slumbering, shuddered almost simultaneously, as if shrouded in an ominous aura. Of the four Primarchs, only Slaanesh felt inexplicably excited, but she herself was baffled, unable to figure out who had caused her to feel such a strong sensation.

Fortunately, Yan Xu is not so shameless, at least not now, so the emperor can only sit alone and lonely on the golden throne, waiting for the day when things will change.

As time passed, the nuns gradually adapted to life aboard the Golden Throne. Their favorite places were the ship's library and archives, where a vast amount of information about the Emperor was stored. Some of this information was said to come from the palace, while others came from oral accounts of other Primarchs, making it highly authoritative. At least, the nuns firmly believed this, because they could almost feel the Emperor's power there. If it were fake, they certainly wouldn't have this feeling. Therefore, no one thought there was anything wrong with the six-armed statue of the Emperor, which held the Emperor's arms outstretched, tilted, and raised high. This symbolized the Emperor's power spanning the present, past, and future. Thus, the six-armed Emperor was awesome!

Unfortunately, peace and tranquility in the Warhammer world are always illusory and fleeting. Once the Golden Throne was far from Terra's star system, war and bad news became the main theme.

Every time they were asked for help, the nuns would rush to the battlefield without hesitation and give everything for the Emperor.

In fact, the nuns rarely had the opportunity to personally go to the battlefield because the two legions had different fighting styles and were of different sizes.

Accompanying the Golden Throne were two warbands, each sent by one of the two legions. These were warbands of tens of thousands of men. Twenty thousand Space Marines could hold their own during the Great Crusade, let alone during the period of decline.

In addition to 20,000 regular Space Marines, the two chapters also have an unknown number of recruits and reservists, as well as millions of elite Astraklans, heavily armored legions, and Titan units ready to fight at any time. They can defeat anyone as easily as beating their grandson.

What's most terrifying is that the planets occupied by the two legions during the Great Crusade were handed over to the Mechanicus and noble groups that cooperated deeply with them. According to the original contract, they would provide manpower, equipment and supplies according to the tithe standard. Coupled with the Type-Moon world's unpredictable supply fleet that ignores warp storms, their combat power and endurance are indescribably terrifying.

Most of the time, when encountering a rebellious planet, the first step is to bombard it from orbit, then send in air forces to destroy heavy firepower, then deploy armored legions to break through the defenses, and finally send in the Astral Army's cavalry to clean up the mess.

Space Marines are only occasionally sent out for infiltration, such as to seize orbital defense devices or carry out decapitation strikes.

Ample firepower, elite soldiers, excellent logistics, and brilliant command made the whole process flow smoothly and effortlessly.

If you encounter a tough opponent, such as a corrupted Space Marine, you don't need to send Space Marines to fight them off, because you can deploy Titan units instead.

Faced with the near-unbeatable Titans, even Primarchs would be trampled underfoot first, let alone ordinary Space Marines. How many enemies could withstand such an extraordinary standard of warfare?

Therefore, the nuns' cooperation with the two legions can be considered very fortunate.

However, the nuns disagreed. They believed that the Golden Throne fleet was wasting too much power and should be dispersed to save more of the imperial people and spread the Emperor's faith more quickly.

However, the nuns were eventually persuaded because the legion commander believed that the Golden Throne was not only a mobile church, but also represented the authority of the empire and the sanctity of the emperor. Its very existence could inspire the empire to resist enemy invasions and stabilize the situation in most areas.

Most importantly, the Golden Throne, which carries the glory of the emperor, must not be allowed to be destroyed by the enemy in the slightest.

After persuading the nuns, the Legion commanders breathed a sigh of relief. Only they knew that during the special period when all the Primarchs of the Empire were missing, their Primarchs had not disappeared. They had always been hiding behind the scenes, guiding them. That was why the two Legions were unaffected and continued to develop in an orderly manner.

As for their conservative strategy and various underhanded tactics, it wasn't because they harbored any Third Reich ambitions, but because they learned from the Primarch that the future enemies facing the Empire would not only be Warp Corruption and Fallen Space Marines, nor only Eldar and Orks, but also super-sized Necromancers and Tyranids.

To be honest, even if they were Space Marines, they couldn't help but feel despair in the face of such a dark future.

Fortunately, they still have the Primarch, and...
When the Golden Throne received another distress signal, it immediately dispatched a cruiser and two frigates to investigate, but no one expected what would happen next.

This is a typical imperial planet, with several nests capable of housing billions of people standing like mountains on the earth, and outside the suburbs are planting areas shrouded in a gray-yellow fog of chemical fertilizers all year round.

With pollution of this level, apart from specially modified crops, even resilient weeds cannot grow. So, on the land where mountains have been leveled, the landscape is desolate as far as the eye can see. Only giant agricultural machines, like mobile fortresses, have been continuously tilling, sowing, fertilizing, irrigating, and harvesting for thousands of years, as if they will continue until the end of time. Therefore, they are regarded as a temple of faith by farmers.

Of course, food grown in this way can only be used to sustain life; the taste is not worth mentioning. Moreover, apart from a few greenhouse-like plantations, the entire planet produces almost no green vegetables and fruits.

But this is normal within the vast territory of the empire, and no one thinks there's anything wrong with it.

The working class is like a tiny, insignificant screw in a massive machine; they can break down at any time and be replaced, in an endless cycle.

The seeds of corruption are best suited to take root and sprout in such places, because they are human beings, and human beings have desires, and where there are desires, there is fertile ground for depravity.

The empire brought them only endless suffering and oppression, and the holy emperor was too far away from them, so far that they could not see any hope.

This suffocating life offered no sense of freedom or chaos; they could do whatever they wanted, and so the rebellion began.

(End of this chapter)