Super God: I simulated the heavens and was broadcast live in public

Chapter 59 Terra
Terra.

Holy Terra.

The place where humanity originated, the heart of the Imperium, a temple world ablaze with a billion flames, a tomb that holds its entombed souls tightly.

It is more dazzling than diamonds and dirtier than cancer. It is where humanity's fear and glory converge. The long history of the Empire has etched and solidified pollution and majesty on the surface of Terra, dyeing it a corrupt gray.

All the natural beauty of the planet has long been wiped from its surface, replaced by layers of monolithic, creeping megacities, sprawling over once-vast oceans and long-defunct forests.

Everything lay buried beneath a suffocating mountain of concrete and plasteel, tangled, decayed, renewed, and rebuilt, until the growth stretched from the abyss to the summit, unending.

Beautiful onyx tiles and carpets made of flower petals.

The magnificent soaring dome refracts light onto the steps, making it dazzling.

Shining and glowing crystals form a circular staircase, and all the light is focused on it, which is extremely sacred.

On top, a huge golden throne stands.

On the towering golden throne, a giant with a mostly shriveled and even partially rotten body sat quietly. His body had decayed to the extreme and looked like it would turn to dust at any moment.

The giant's sitting posture seemed weak and decadent, and the smell of decay and death emanating from his body was unbearable. His skull was hollow, and his eyes were as deep as a black hole in the universe. He was motionless, as if he had been dead for a long time.

This giant, once the founder of the human empire, symbolizes the hope and glory of mankind.

But now, his body is filled with only decay and darkness, just like the decline and fall of the empire today, the two seem to be one.

Simulated Yunming stood below, staring blankly at the emperor's body, shocked by his broken body.

Beside him stood Guilliman, his expression equally astonished.

He didn't seem to have expected that his father would become such a horrible state.

Is this a corpse? It's a decomposing corpse.

Simulated Yun Ming took a deep breath, looked at the golden throne, and said in a low, cold voice, "Don't expect me to do anything for this empire, let alone for humanity. This empire has become corrupt and degenerate beyond redemption, and humanity in this universe has lost hope. There's no going back. Rather than letting everyone continue to suffer, it's better to end it all sooner so that everyone can find relief."

As he finished speaking, Guilliman beside him turned his gaze to him, his eyes full of astonishment.

However, he knew that although Yun Ming's words were cruel, they spoke the truth and were even somewhat correct.

After waking up and learning about the terrible state of the empire, he felt that it would be better for him to die.

In the real world.

Listening to the simulated Yun Ming's words.

Many people frowned and looked very dissatisfied.

"How can you talk like that? How can you be so irresponsible?"

"I understand why you're not doing it for the Empire, but I don't understand why you're not doing it for humanity. Aren't you a human?"

"Why can such a selfish person have such a good life and all kinds of abilities?"

"The sooner you die, the sooner you can be reborn, and let everyone be free. You have no conscience at all when you say this. Others don't even want to die."

"I'll let you be the emperor, how wonderful it is!"

"If there's no hope, won't you fight? You have so much power at hand."

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They were dissatisfied with what Simulated Yunming said.

He Xi looked at the contents of the screen, frowning, and said to Yun Ming, "If it were you, would you say the same thing?"

Yunming: “.”

Warhammer is a cesspool, if you fall into it, it will be full of shit.

It’s okay to be a soldier, just do it.

But to steer the empire, what a wreck of a ship.

"I said, this isn't me." Yun Ming denied again: "Just because you look like me?"

He Xi looked at Yun Ming meaningfully and said, "I'm just asking."

After saying these words, she felt that her words were a little too weak.

The main reason is that the performance of the protagonist in this light curtain is so amazing.

She unconsciously regarded Yunming as the protagonist.

"Are you going to answer or not?"

Realizing this, He Xi immediately adjusted his mentality and put terrifying pressure on Yun Ming in a calm tone.

"I wouldn't say that."

Yun Ming immediately denied it, saying righteously, "I worry about the world before I worry about myself, and I rejoice after the world rejoices."

He wasn't in Warhammer anyway.

Just talking nonsense.

Upon hearing this, He Xi looked at Yun Ming deeply and said nothing more.

Continue looking up at the sky.

In the light curtain.

Simulated Yunming compromised, left the palace with a complicated expression, and accepted the important task of being the second emperor.

However, he appointed Guilliman as Warmaster, which was both the Chancellor and Warmaster, making him a proper Vice Emperor.

Guilliman was very happy about this, he obviously didn't know how complicated it was.

Simulated Yunming is already the master of the empire, so it is natural for him to live in the high tower of the imperial palace.

He was sitting in front of the balcony, wearing only a pair of pants, his chest and back exposed to show his perfect body, with short jet-black hair, the sunlight shining on his face, he was so handsome, perfect and divine.

It was simulated that Yunming was painting. He was in a high tower and could see most of the city, which was also reflected in the painting.

With a focused expression, he perfectly reproduced what he saw on the white paper.

"You shouldn't take off the Holy Crown. It can suppress the chaotic power in your body."

A voice sounded.

Celestine flapped her wings and flew to the edge of Simulated Yunming's balcony. She was very dissatisfied when she saw that Simulated Yunming was not wearing the golden imperial crown on his head.

Simulated Yunming looked up at her, then moved away.

"Don't block my view."

Even though it was only for a moment, Celestine could see that Simulated Yunming had a desire when he looked at her.

Celestine landed on the balcony and walked into the back room, where she found the sacred imperial crown made of golden olive branches and a golden fluffy coat.

Then she came behind Simulated Yunming and was about to put it on him.

Simulated Yun Ming suddenly turned around, hugged her and inhaled her scent.

For a moment, Celestine felt dazed, but she still forced herself to put the crown on the simulated Yunming's head.

The irrepressible urge subsided a lot, and the two separated.

"Sorry." Simulated Yunming regained his composure and said to her.

Celestine opened her red lips slightly, exhaling a gentle breath, and said, "The imperial crown cannot be taken off!"

She gently draped the golden coat over Simulated Yunming like a flowing cloud. Her beautiful eyes flickered as she glanced at Simulated Yunming's painting. The portrait was exquisite, as if it were a replica of everything before her, a real world.

“The forces of Chaos are eroding you,” Celestine said. “Now you only use paint to smear the canvas. Soon, you will use blood as paint.”

Art is the realm of sexual abuse. Simulated Yunming, who is influenced by the power of chaos, is naturally full of interest in art.

Simulated Yun Ming stood up and said, "If I wear the imperial crown, my spiritual energy will be suppressed and even stagnant. It may not even regress, but its growth will become extremely slow."

"Psychic power is a double-edged sword." Celestine said to him solemnly with a serious face.

"But it's undeniable that it's also a powerful force, isn't it? The empire is currently in turmoil, and humanity is mired in darkness. Every increase in our power brings a brighter light of hope."

Simulate Yunming picking up a fruit plate and leisurely eating the precious grapes on it.

"Don't let power blind your mind."

Simulated Yun Ming showed displeasure: "To retreat in fear and stand still is a dead end."

Celestine was silent for a moment. After a moment, she said, "His Highness Guilliman is frantically searching for you."

When Simulated Yun Ming heard this, the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"Is it the mountain of government paperwork that frightened him?"

Yun Ming in the real world couldn't help but smile knowingly.

I'm afraid only those who travel through time can understand this feeling.

"As the emperor of the empire, you actually find it funny?" Celestine's face was as gloomy as she stared at the simulated Yun Ming, her displeasure evident in her words.

Simulated Yunming couldn't help but laugh, but didn't say anything.

"Aliens, mutants, heretics, Chaos... countless enemies are threatening the empire. Hundreds of millions of soldiers die tragically in battle every day, and the deaths of civilians are countless." Celestine's voice was sad and heavy, tears flashing in her eyes, and she felt sad for the dark fate of the empire.

After a moment of silence, Simulated Yun Ming slowly took off the imperial crown on his head, gently placed it on the table, and said, "So, I need strength."

Seeing him approach the painting again, Celestine was immediately furious.

"Do you really have to paint? That's the domain of some evil being. It will only exacerbate Chaos's erosion of you!"

"Of course I am aware of the erosion of Chaos. I originally had no artistic talent, but now I can appreciate the beauty of all things and perfectly present it on the scroll."

Simulated Yunming whispered, "I can sense the emotions, thoughts, and actions of killing, darkness, hatred... They are the source of my enhanced psychic power. I use painting to divert the influence of these things on me, because painting is something I find relatively gentle."

"Do you know how I feel when I look at you at this moment? I want to kill you, I want to torture you, I want you to serve me... I have to divert my attention." Simulated Yun Ming spoke bluntly.

Celestine was stunned on the spot, staring straight at the simulated Yunming.

If he had not been the chosen one, Celestine would have judged him on the spot.

"The peace brought by painting is only temporary, and will only become more ferocious in the future."

"Then look for other alternatives." Yun Ming expressed his thoughts.

"Don't be so naive!" Celestine said in a deep voice.

"You are really annoying!" Yun Ming was fed up with Celestine and ignored her. He took out a new canvas and started painting.

Draw the palace city again.

The background was dyed bloody, and a shadow was like a demon with a bloody mouth, revealing a bit of hideousness and terror, devouring the palace like a wolf pouncing on its prey.

Celestine's face changed drastically when she saw this scene.

The light curtain began to change, and the originally harmonious and peaceful Terra instantly turned into a blood-red purgatory. Hell came to the world.

The sound of explosions, screams, and roars, a kind of death knell, echoed throughout Terra.

Terra was burning and screaming in agony.

Huge figures, horrific demons twisted into new and terrifying shapes, appeared, roaring, hissing, and roaring as they rushed forward.

"Boom boom boom!" An elite yellow heavy armored termination company is still resisting stubbornly.

In front of them were countless burning, battered corpses, the ground was littered with bloody corpses and debris, and the ground was soaked with scarlet blood.

And those mortals, those people of Terra, seemed to have grasped the last hope, and rushed madly towards the back of the Termination Company.

"Wa wa wa!" A mother was holding her newborn baby, and the baby's tender and loud cry came from her arms.

Here are the wails of the dying and the cries of the newborn, echoing together in this hellish world.

"Don't be afraid. The angels of the Emperor are protecting us. The Emperor is protecting us." The mother burst into tears and comforted the baby in her arms with fear but determination.

This scene pierced the hearts of all sentimental people in reality, making their hearts tighten.

Just as the mother passed the group of Terminators.

"boom!"

It was as if the sky was falling and the earth was splitting, or as if glass was breaking.

A large amount of blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the mother and the baby in her arms scarlet.

The boiling blood made the baby's cry even more miserable.

The mother ran forward desperately, not even bothering to comfort the child in her arms.

But the collapsed building in front was like an insurmountable mountain, blocking all ways forward.

The buildings of the Terra supercity, which were once towering into the sky, were now collapsing one after another, like a purgatory burning with raging flames. The steel was burned red, and the scorching temperature it emitted was enough to burn these mortals.

This is a dead end.

"Great God-Emperor, please have mercy on your devout people."

"God Emperor, please save us!"

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Countless people were in tears and wailing. They clasped their hands together and prayed devoutly for a miracle to happen, hoping that a miracle could save them from the dire straits.

However, the miracle did not come as promised. On the contrary, the creepy roar was getting closer and closer, like the call of the god of death.

Many people turned around in horror, including the mother holding the baby.

Her eyes were filled with despair and helplessness, and she saw the most terrifying nightmare in the world.

What did she see?
The brave and fearless Termination Company was now lying in a pool of blood. Their lives disappeared in an instant and turned into eternal silence.

Their bodies were being devoured by a group of terrifying hounds with red bodies and hideous faces. The scene was so horrific that it was unbearable to watch.

How long has it been?
The entire Termination Company was wiped out. Their bravery and fearlessness seemed so pale and powerless under the claws of the devil.

If the knowledge she had learned since childhood was correct, the soldiers of the Terminator Company should be the most elite among the Sons of God, and the Terminator armor they wore was even hailed as indestructible armor.

But now, they were easily torn to pieces by this group of terrifying demons, and the armor was as fragile as paper under the demons' claws.

The blazing flames raged in the night sky, dyeing half of the sky red, as if the entire world had been engulfed in a sea of fire.

The hideous and terrifying demons danced wildly in the sea of fire. Their figures were twisted and weird, making the entire reality seem like a dream and chilling.

The mortals screamed, and driven by a strong desire to survive, they began to climb the burning mountain in front of them with difficulty, hoping to escape this hellish scene.

The mother was no exception. She held the baby tightly in her arms and ran forward with all her might.

But the loss of strength made her steps heavier and slower, and every step seemed to exhaust all her strength.

And those terrifying monsters pounced on the defenseless mortals like hungry wolves.

(End of this chapter)