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Chapter 88 The God-Emperor and Guilliman
An unparalleled will is entering Hera Fortress,

So powerful and bright, like a beacon in the darkness,

Anyone who possesses the witchcraft eye or psychic talent can clearly feel this will.

At this time, Celestine was comforting the suffering people.
The Chaos horde ravaged the city of Macragge.

Countless people were forced to flee their homes and seek refuge in Hera Fortress, becoming refugees.

They are staying in makeshift shelters.
Due to lack of water, these refugees have not taken a bath for many days.
His face was covered in dirt and his clothes were sour and smelly.

Celestine didn't show any disgust.

She used her influence to get some clean water and food and distributed them to the refugees.

She is assisted in this task by the twins Eleanor and Genevieve, who lead the Order of the Martyrs of Saint Mary.

The refugees lined up in long queues and received their gifts in an orderly manner.
"Praise the God-Emperor."

Every time she released a person, Celestine would pray tirelessly.

The refugees who received the supplies also showed gratitude on their faces, performed the Sky Eagle salute to her, and praised the Emperor.

This is exactly what Celestine wants to do, to spread the kindness and glory of the God-Emperor to every one of his subjects.

Suddenly, Celestine felt her wings being touched.
Turning around, I saw a thin boy.

He looked to be about eight or nine years old, with messy hair and a slovenly appearance, obviously he hadn't washed it in a long time.

The boy has a pair of big, bright eyes.

Behind him, there was a smaller figure, about two or three years old.

"How dare you disrespect the saint?"

Eleanor strode forward, the servo joints of the power armor humming menacingly.

The battle-hardened Sister looked down at the child.

That hawk-like gaze is enough to make even Chaos followers tremble.

The two children froze in place.
Not far away, a woman who looked somewhat similar to the two children was so frightened that her body went limp and she collapsed on the ground crying.

“Don’t scare them.”

Celestine stopped Eleanor and told her not to frighten the child.
Then he knelt on one knee, kept his eyes level with the child, and reached out to tidy up his clothes.
"Little boy, what's your name? What can I do for you?"

"My name is Darak. I want to ask if you are an angel?" the little boy asked with courage.

Celestine smiled, "Yes, you can think of me as an angel."

"Then can you give my parents a message?" the little boy looked expectant.

"Where are they?" Celestine asked patiently.

The little boy looked sad. "When the bad guys attacked, Mom and Dad went to fight with the other uncles to protect us."

"But after the battle, they never came to us. My aunt said they were taken away by the Emperor."

The boy's words softened Eleanor's face, which was as sharp as a knife.
The same is true for the other battle sisters.

Children orphaned because their parents served the Emperor deserved a little tenderness from them.

"They all say you are the Emperor's angel, so can you bring a message to me?" said the little boy.

Celestine patted the boy's head. "What message do you want me to take?"

"Mom and Dad, don't worry. I will protect my sister. When I grow up, I will be as brave as you."

The boy's words made Celestine smile.
"I'll take your words with me. Remember, Darak, a brother must protect his sister."

After receiving the living saint's promise, the little boy happily rushed into his aunt's arms with his sister.
The woman was frightened and hurriedly hugged the two children as soon as they came over.

The people around were watching this scene and talking about it.

Celestine had wanted to take this opportunity to read out the Divine Emperor's teachings and strengthen their faith.

Suddenly, she looked towards the spire area of ​​Hera Fortress with a sense of purpose.

"My lord!"

After she excitedly said this word, she trotted a few steps, jumped up, flapped her wings, and flew towards the spire of Hera Fortress.

The combat nuns looked at each other and followed the direction of the saint.

And on the other side,
The Grey Knights Grand Masters, Vodace and Tigrius, were discussing the endless demonic invasions in Ultramar.
They also felt that terrifying will and looked surprised.

"What a strong will!" Vodace said in shock.

You know, his and Tigris's psychic powers are considered top-notch in the entire galaxy.

Even if facing Eldrar and other Eldar prophets, there is confidence in victory.

But facing the terrifying will that can shake the galaxy,
They felt like fireflies competing with the sun and the moon, and they couldn't even muster the heart to resist.

"Is this the power of the Divine Emperor?"

Vodace walked to the window, where he could see the top of Hera Fortress.

The source of that will was there, and the Primarch was there too.

"I wonder what the Primarch has done to establish contact with His Majesty." Tigelius said.

Verdes turned and walked towards the door.
"No matter what we have done, we should rush over. The Divine Emperor may offer guidance or enlightenment."

Tigelius followed him out,
During this time, he also opened the communication of the regiment commander Calgar, and said solemnly,
"Master, you must return to the Primarch immediately. The God-Emperor may have a decree."

And in a corner of Macragge City,
Eldrar, Evelyne, Thousand Faces and other elves who have not yet left,
I also felt the will and power that descended upon Hera Fortress.
So powerful, so magnificent,
Enough to destroy everything in the galaxy.

"This oppression is even greater than the oppression felt when the incarnation of Death was born."

Evelyne stood up and paced back and forth, worried.
The Death Army paid the price of the destruction of the Bjetan Ark World.

The summoned incarnation of the god of death, Inkani, was far less powerful than the current will.

To be precise, this power is no less than the four Chaos Gods in the Warp.

"Has the Lord of Humanity become so powerful?"

Qianmian also showed a worried look.
Apparently, the Eye of Terror not only released the Chaos Gods,

It also released the Lord of Humanity on the Golden Throne.

"They have the Lord of Humanity and Star Gods who haven't yet matured. Is cooperating with humans really a good thing for us?"

Evelyne is a little worried about the future.

Even if they could defeat Prince Pleasure, humans would take this opportunity to grow into the top overlord of the galaxy.
By then, the Eldar will probably become a small race on the edge of the galaxy.

"Is there any other way we can do it?"

Eldrar remained calm.

"The last Crone Sword lies in Slaanesh's realm."

"Either we take back the Crone's Sword, or we sacrifice the entire Eldar. Which is your choice?"

This question made Qianmian, Evelyne and others shut up.

It is naturally impossible to sacrifice the entire Eldar race.
Reclaiming the Crone Sword would definitely require the Empire's help. "As long as the threat of the God of Lust is resolved, what's the harm in temporarily ceding the galaxy to humanity?"

Eldrar looked at his fellow Eldar and said earnestly,
"Think carefully about how glorious the Eldar Empire was in the past. We could control the stars at will and observe fate and cause and effect."

"To be frank, the Eldar Empire is too powerful to be destroyed by external threats."

"Because of the abundance of resources, individuals are free to choose the path they prefer, so there are no unsolvable internal conflicts."

"However, even such an empire that could not be destroyed was eventually destroyed."

"It ended in a tragic way, tearing an eye of terror into the galaxy."

"Even if humans control the entire galaxy, what good will it do? They can rule for a hundred thousand years, a million years, or even ten million years, but they will still perish in the end."

"Just like the Eldar Empire back then, it fell apart in a way no one could have imagined, ending tragically."

"What we need to do at this stage is to survive. Stay alive, preserve our race and civilization, and wait for the day when the human empire falls."

"Remember our goal, which is to use humans to retrieve the Crone Sword that fell into the realm of Slaanesh."

"There's no need to harbor resentment towards humans because they're so powerful. We should even take the initiative to help them become stronger, so they have the power to challenge the gods."

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Thousand Faces, Evelyne and other Eldar could not refute Eldrar's words.
They are too anxious and want too much.

He completely forgot the current situation of the elves.

"We'll keep an eye out."

Evelyne made a promise,

"I will never intentionally cause destruction just because humans become stronger."

Thousand Faces and other elves also nodded, agreeing with Evelyne's words.

Seeing that many of his fellow Eldar could understand him, Eldrar showed a look of relief.

He raised his head, his eyes filled with ancient wisdom looking towards the ceiling.
Looking through the building made of a mixture of steel and cement,

He saw the black sun with golden light emanating from its edges suspended in the boiling subspace.

"Lord of Humanity, Lord of Darkness, I only hope that everything will go as smoothly as fate foretells."

…………

The Shrine to the Emperor is filled with a bright light.

Guilliman's psychic potential is relatively poor among the Primarchs.
But he is one of the Emperor's sons after all.

Can also sense the omnipresent spiritual energy.

As the psychic power around him increases,
Guilliman showed a trace of pain.

The body of the Cherubim is glowing, the golden flame is burning,

Qin Yun's body was also glowing.
He was used as a buffer.

Nothing can bear the fullness of His will,

If Qin Yun was not there, if the Emperor were to impose his will,
It is very likely that the souls of all people on the planet will be burned.
Let them become pious zombies.

His power is so strong that it is on the verge of losing control.
Aside from being able to look directly at and talk to the Chaos Gods,
No other mortals or demons can talk to him.

Just looking directly at Him would cost the complete destruction of soul and body.

"Father!" Guilliman lost control.

"My last loyal heir, my pride, my greatest triumph."

"My last tool, my last hope."

"..."

Countless voices echoed in Guilliman's mind.
He heard those things in an instant, but it seemed as if he didn't hear them.

The Emperor spoke to him but did not speak,

The concept of language becomes ridiculous.

That will seemed to be trying its best to talk to Guilliman, but also seemed not to care about him.

Countless images flooded into Guilliman's spiritual world.

Flames burn, stars fall, monsters roam the veil of reality scream,
Guilliman heard the prayers, men and women, young and old, of all kinds.

They prayed, they cried, they waited for the Emperor to save them.

Guilliman saw the Crimson Worlds erupt in war,

Mortal soldiers cried out the Emperor's name and perished alongside their enemies.

He saw the desperate nuns fighting bloody battles in the tide of heresy,
He saw the loyal Astartes fight to the bitter end,
He saw that Sanguinius's home planet was being besieged by countless aliens.
Guilliman saw everything that happened in the galaxy.

It's so dark, so hopeless, with no glimmer of hope or light.

Human civilization has reached the brink of destruction.

The suffering of countless mortals assaulted Guilliman's soul.

Let him feel the same, let him scream silently,
What a hopeless burden this is, even gods cannot bear it.

And his father, the great Lord of Mankind, the man denounced by traitors as a despicable liar, has endured it for ten thousand years.

"He can't control his own power."

Guilliman came to a terrible conclusion.

He didn't know what had happened in these ten thousand years!
The Emperor did not die, but he did not return to the Humanity he loved most.

He seemed to be between life and death, and might never come back.

He might also stand up from the throne in the next second.

The Emperor's Will did not last long.

Nothing can always carry out His will.
Passing some information to Guilliman is already the limit.

Unless, He sacrifices countless lives in Macragge.

When Celestine came in,

The Cherubim turned to look at her and turned into ashes.

"Praise the God-Emperor."

Celestine performed the Eagle Salute and prayed devoutly.

The power of the Divine Emperor dissipated, and that terrifying will receded like the tide, as if it had never existed.

"Saint, what kind of oracle did the Divine Emperor send down?"

Eleanor's voice came from behind.

(End of this chapter)