Warhammer: Empire Reboot

He even looks healthier than most ordinary people in public footage.

The religious shock was like the myths they had believed in their whole lives suddenly stepping out of the books and standing in front of them, asking, "Have you eaten today?"

[Announcement from the Office of the Seal Keeper.]

To celebrate the Emperor's recovery and the closure of the Great Rift, the entire Empire will observe a three-day holiday.

……

Taxis-117.

In the city that the Emperor and Lawson had once personally visited, the commercial street was filled with double-headed eagle flags that very night.

Restaurants and bars are packed.

Several valley tourism companies even took the opportunity to launch a "Three-Day Family Package for the Emperor's Return".

Those kids who used to steal old tires to play with are now standing at the street corner watching the holographic projection above the city.

The smallest one is tilting its head back.

Who is the emperor?

The older man next to him slapped him on the back of the head.

"Were you sleeping during school history class?"

“I know he is the emperor.”

The little guy rubbed his head, looking a bit aggrieved.

"I mean, will he come here after he gets back?"

The children looked at each other, none of them knowing.

The last one thought about it seriously for a while.

"Probably not."

"why?"

"The Milky Way is so vast, if he wants to visit every single place, won't his legs break?"

The children thought it made a lot of sense.

So they quickly lost interest and started discussing where to go after the holiday tomorrow.

Not far away, the old man who once argued with the Titanium Clan watch repairman for half a day over five credits was sitting at the shop entrance drinking a beverage.

The Titanium Clan Master looked up at the Emperor's projection.

"Your human god has returned."

The old man corrected him: "Emperor."

"Didn't you always call him the God Emperor?"

"Call the state religion whatever you want. When I was a child, my textbooks said it was the Emperor of Mankind."

"Then why aren't you excited at all?"

The old man took a sip of the chilled juice.

"I'm happy."

He thought for a moment, then added another sentence.

"It would be better if the emperor could live well, but I have to go to the riverbank to grab a campsite tomorrow. I heard it will be packed with people after the holidays."

The watch repairman from Titanium Group stared at him for a long time.

"You weren't like this before, were you?"

The old man remained silent for a while.

"If my grandfather had known the emperor was returning when he was young, he would probably have been ecstatic."

The old man glanced at the street as the maglev bus passed by the intersection.

A group of students who had just finished school were discussing which satellite to visit during their three-day holiday.

"Things are different now."

……

Similar scenes occur throughout the galaxy.

The emperor's return is certainly a major event.

The closure of the Great Rift is an event worthy of being recorded in the entire history of human civilization.

The families that were originally separated by the great rift finally regained stable shipping routes, and merchants began to frantically calculate how much the new routes would reduce transportation costs.

The governor of the sector convened a meeting overnight to discuss how to reorganize the logistics.

The history teacher at the school was both happy and troubled.

Because the textbooks will have to be rewritten next semester.

The vast majority of ordinary people were genuinely thrilled.

However, this kind of excitement is completely different from that of the most fanatical members of the state religion.

Especially a large number of young people in their twenties and thirties.

The emperor's return pleased them.

But it's difficult to get them to pour out all their spiritual sustenance like the sufferers of decades ago.

……

The top of an old-fashioned clock tower, dozens of meters above the ground.

Ash Velos leaned on the railing, the hem of her long dress billowing backward in the wind.

The person next to her, Sarasien Qianxian, was even more unruly, with half of his upper body leaning over the railing, his hands supporting his chin as he stared at the dense crowd below.

A celebration was taking place in the square, where hundreds of thousands of civilians had gathered.

Street vendors sell drinks, kebabs, and souvenirs on the periphery of the crowd.

Qianxian stared for a while, his brows gradually furrowing.

"strangeness."

Ash glanced at her lazily.

What's strange about it?

"It's not what I expected."

What do you want?

Qianxian finally lifted her chin from the back of her hand, turned around, and began to describe the scene in her mind very seriously.

"The empire has believed in the emperor for ten thousand years."

"Now that the god they've believed in for ten thousand years has suddenly sprung up and is alive and kicking, I originally thought the entire galaxy would collectively go crazy on the same day."

She became more and more excited as she spoke, and her eyes gradually lit up with a purple light.

"Trillions of people cried, laughed, knelt, and hugged each other at the same time. The streets were full of people who had fainted due to emotional overload. At least tens of billions of believers directly entered a state of extreme religious ecstasy."

Qianxian licked the corner of her mouth.

"Such a massive wave of emotions simultaneously surged into the highest heavens...tsk."

"Just thinking about it makes me tremble with envy."

She closed her eyes, her shoulders trembled slightly, and a rather perverse ecstasy appeared on her face.

"Faith, hope, worship, tears, mixed with a bit of mental breakdown caused by a divine miracle... If we could simultaneously push everyone on the planet to the brink of sensory collapse, and then suddenly stop them at the highest point, leaving them forever just a little short—"

Ash, expressionless, reached out and slapped her across the face, pushing her away.

"Shut your mouth."

Qianxian wiped the corner of her mouth and leaned back against the railing.

"Look."

"Those who are really crying their hearts out below are basically the people from the state religion."

"Everyone else is happy too, but how come they're still in the mood to queue up for barbecue? Those guys over there are even arguing over the last patty of fried meat."

She looked puzzled.

"The Emperor has returned! This is the Emperor! How can he be inferior to a fried meat patty?"

Ash glanced in the direction of her gaze.

The two young men below are indeed playing rock-paper-scissors.

The winner bought the last one.

The loser went next door to buy bread, cursing and swearing.

Ash's lips curled into a sneer.

"It's all because of Master."

Qianxian paused for a moment, then blinked.

"The master forbids them from partying?"

Ash finally couldn't take it anymore and poked Qianxian's forehead with her slender index finger.

thump.

"Besides mating, tormenting, and eating souls, what other normally functioning things are in your head?"

Qianxian covered her forehead.

"And every day they think about how to serve their master..."

"Shut up."

"Oh."