Hawks from the Land of Light are calling me a dove and an undercover agent in the chat group.

"So, I'm sure I can be worthy of you and Rei Ayanami. I'll make you happy, that's all. So, I'll come back safe and sound. Goodbye!"

Whoosh!

As soon as he finished speaking, Shinji Ikari vanished in an instant, traveling to the Warhammer world through the chat group.

Asuka, who remained behind, was indignant but helpless, and could only remain silent.

She was indeed stunned, but it's impossible to get her to accept it all at once.

But that idiot Shinji just ran away after saying that, leaving her no chance to resist. It seemed like she was destined to be in Shinji's harem along with Rei Ayanami, the emotionless and obedient girl.

That's outrageous!

"Hmph!" Asuka crossed her arms, tossed her long golden hair, and murmured in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

"Idiot Shinji, who promised you that... At least wait until you come back healthy before talking about that kind of thing. If you lose an arm or a leg, don't expect me to take care of you. Let Rei Ayanami, that emotionless good girl, take care of you for the rest of your life!"

"Okay, I'm willing."

On one side, Rei Ayanami seemed to be responding to either Shinji Ikari's earlier confession or Asuka's current whisper.

Asuka frantically ruffled her hair: "Ugh, I guess I just can't get along with a goody-two-shoes like you, you idiot!"

The voice of an idiot echoes throughout the EVA world. This is the cheerful Asuka, this is a beautiful and peaceful everyday life in a world saved by Kasa, by Ultraman, and by the giant of light.

Every day will be just like this, so peaceful, and so beautiful.

……

The emperor, a golden emperor.

So magnificent, so enormous, even though he knew that after ten thousand years of ravages, his true form was now skeletal, almost hunched over, and filthy, anyone who saw his true appearance would be shocked and terrified.

But that doesn't matter. Even the royal guards who protect this golden throne day and night can only see a tall, magnificent, unyielding, expressionless War King in golden armor who stands firm no matter what kind of torment he suffers.

They wouldn't know that he was essentially just someone who wanted to retire early, somewhat abstract, once obsessed with anime and manga, deceived by the subspace, conflicted, always too rational, occasionally overly emotional, often a step behind, with many secrets, and who once believed in God.

Yes, he did believe in God at first. Back when he was with Olpesson, they both believed that there was something in the world protecting humanity.

But later they discovered that there was nothing there, nothing at all; all that existed was a chaotic false god who infinitely coveted the physical universe.

He is self-righteous and almost never changes his mind once he has made a decision. Even if he finds that he is wrong, he will not admit his mistake and will always continue down the same path.

He acts on his own initiative, never caring what others think or what they are thinking. He forcefully compels others to follow the path he has laid out for them, and he becomes angry if they deviate from it, like an old lion whose dignity has been offended.

Twenty progenitors, his twenty offspring, each inherited one of his strengths and one of his weaknesses.

He had made every mistake that these Primarchs had made, which is why he was always so angry and dissatisfied when he saw Luo Jia and Magnus, an anger and dissatisfaction that almost exceeded his rationality.

People always yearn for a perfect, omnipotent god to block all darkness and evil, or to lead them, and then they impose their desires on the person closest to whom they need them.

The human emperor was such an object.

To people, the glittering emperor was a perfect, omnipotent god who never made mistakes, everything was in his plan, and his failures were not due to his incompetence, but simply because of his pity.

That kind of worship almost suffocated him on many occasions.

He had twenty offspring, two of whom were completely wiped out. One of those two had a weakness: social anxiety, an extremely severe form of social anxiety, to the point that he was almost unable to lead an army into battle, because that cowardly Primarch was so socially anxious that he didn't even dare to communicate with his Astartes offspring.

Social anxiety is also one of the shortcomings of human emperors, but no one cares. Even if it is exposed, people will only think it is a joke that smears emperors.

An emperor has no flaws, cannot have flaws, and is not allowed to have flaws.

He once told Olpeson that there was something, some power, some god protecting humanity in the unseen world, and now, that thing, that power, that god was himself.

When he takes on this role, he can no longer be himself; he can only forever play the role of his twenty Primarch offspring, his Custodian Guard, his Astartes Legion, his mortal auxiliary forces, his members of the Cult of Mechanics, and the "Emperor" in the eyes of his subjects.

He had also told Macado that he hated fighting and war the most, and loathed all images and props related to war, especially tyrants and monarchs.

But in order to establish and perpetuate the empire, he ultimately became the very person he despised. He donned armor that shone with a brilliance surpassing even that of a monarch, wielded weapons sharper and more terrifying than war itself, and issued countless orders more tyrannical than those of a tyrant.

Excluding the scumbag father's behavior towards his twenty children, everything else was forced and necessary.

No one knew that this human emperor, who was the most powerful in the eyes of countless people and was like a god, only wanted to shed this identity as soon as possible, return to the identity of an ordinary person, and live an ordinary life.

Yes, a beautiful and peaceful daily life, that's what he needs.

He didn't know how Shinji Ikari was saying goodbye with his parents, friends, and even the girl he liked, but he knew it must be a beautiful and peaceful scene.

Because it was the 2K era, and because it was a world saved by Ultraman.

Ultraman.

These three simple words symbolize countless, countless, countless to inexhaustible hopes.

Yes, people always yearn for a perfect, omnipotent god to block all darkness and evil. And isn't Nios just a human being? Doesn't he also have such a wish?

If not, then he and Olperson would not have believed in the existence of gods, would not have believed that gods protected humanity, and would not have been deceived by the Chaos Gods of the Warp during the Common Era.

"I know how immense the pressure is to be regarded as such a person, to be expected of, to be watched over."

I don't know if it's physical, or the nature of subspace, or simply a soliloquy in my heart.

The Emperor paused for a moment, as if gazing upon the entire Milky Way in the physical universe, or perhaps upon the omnipresent chaos, evil gods, and demons in the subspace, and even the inevitable demise of this entire universe.

"Similarly, I know that I am fundamentally incapable of being that kind of being. I have failed countless times so far because of my lack of power, my lack of wisdom, and my nature, which has twenty deep-rooted and unchangeable flaws."

"Is it wishful thinking to expect a perfect, omnipotent god to block all darkness and evil?"

"Yes, I know even better that it is a weak act, a wrong act of placing hope in others, a suicide of putting one's life and death in the hands of others, which I absolutely cannot tolerate."

"But I was still weak."

Because he is the father of the Primarchs, because he is the father of Loka, Loka's belief in God was essentially a search for the protection of a strong person, a search for that kind of peace of mind, and that behavior spread from him, Nios.

The Emperor thought that after he and Olperson discovered the truth that there were no gods protecting mankind in the world at the turn of the Common Era, he would never feel such weakness again.

“I know that Ultraman is not actually a god—at least not the kind of god who is omniscient and omnipotent in the broadest sense, and certainly not the kind of god that best fits the definition of a god.”

"Sometimes they cry, sometimes they are defeated, sometimes they are unable to protect everyone, sometimes they see innocent people die in front of them, and sometimes they lack the strength or wisdom."

"Yes."

"But I will still be like an ordinary person, like every ordinary, most insecure human being, placing all my expectations and hopes on Ultraman."

Simply because it's Ultraman.

Yes, Ultraman may also have times when they lack strength or wisdom, but they will never have those twenty weaknesses like Ultraman Nio.

You know that Ultraman isn't invincible forever, but you still think of him first when you encounter difficulties.

Unauthorized expectations? Unauthorized disappointment?

This statement can be applied to Nios, but it can never be applied to Ultraman, because the embodiment of light will never be crushed by expectations and attention. They will actively meet every expectation and every hope, and respond to them flawlessly and to the best of their ability.

Until all despair and darkness are banished.

This is the true meaning of Ultraman being a god.

"Hope remains."

The emperor murmured softly, his words dispelling all confusion.

People are praying to the Emperor, while the Emperor will pray to Ultraman.

Then, this world will welcome the messenger of Ultraman Kasa, and his [Ultraman Demon]! Chapter 29 Titus: It's getting fierce, has the era of the original body returned?

Titus.

The hazy star field, the planet Qatar.

Clad in jet-black armor, the former 2nd Company Commander of the Ultramarines, now a Deathwatch Black Shield Monk, his face and expression were completely covered by an impenetrable helmet, his height of over two meters exuding tension and majesty.

His steel armor was splattered with all sorts of dust and blood of various colors. Some of the corrosive liquids had rusted and damaged his old armor, which had already seen hundreds of deadliest battles. He was running out of bullets for his explosive gun, with only a few left.

Space Marine, Astartes, Ultramarines, Thirteenth Legion, the Emperor's Death Angel, a demigod son beyond mortals, a valuable currency within the Imperium.

The Black Shield cultivator, who had many identities and titles, had faced many brutal wars, but only here did he know that everything was beyond saving and there was no chance of turning the tide.

This is an extremely ordinary planet. It is not a forging world, nor does it occupy a strategic location like Cardia, and it cannot produce large quantities of food or weapons to supply a vast empire.

This is just an ordinary hive world, with nobles, poor people, mutants, a small planetary defense force, and the ubiquitous Mechanicus and state religion.

If it weren't for a small contingent of Cardia troops migrating from the nearby warp for resupply, there wouldn't even be a single Astronaut here.

Of course, there will be no Astartes.

Titus looked up at the Hive Mothership that was still continuously hurling spores from space toward the ground. The sky over this Hive City world had been completely polluted, and all that could be seen was a dense swarm of Tyranids. More aliens on the ground were also advancing toward the areas where humans remained.

This is the top nest, the most extravagant and decadent place, where luxury is everywhere.

But now, the once magnificent splendor has been reduced to ruins by the raging firestorm. The surrounding area is now just rubble; almost all the ornate buildings are bent, tilted, or collapsed entirely. Corpses lie everywhere, densely packed in all directions. (The new completed novel is updated most completely on the God of Literature website.)

The numerous corpses of nobles, soldiers, and Tyranids, along with the marks left by bullets and bombs, smeared the entire area into a filthy and pungent place even more so than the Bottom Nest.

In the distance, the orbital artillery platform fired missiles and light spears with long trails of flame into the dust-filled sky. It was already lucky to have an orbital artillery platform in such a place, but this luck was clearly far from enough. Its pitiful firepower was especially laughable in the face of the Tyranids.

A tremendous roar came from that direction, and a blinding explosion rang out on the ground. The Tyranids had invaded the platform, detonating all remaining resistance. The soldiers stationed there would die in panic.

The entire planet of Qatar is devastated. The planet originally had at least tens of billions of human resources, and there are still quite a few involved. However, it is meaningless. The survivors will only flee in groups, screaming, and then be surrounded and attacked by even more hordes of aliens.

Apart from them, the few Astartes present, and a small number of Cardia Star Guardians.

The air was filled with suffocating smoke, blood, toxins, and biomass, all of which were being driven in large quantities by the even more abhorrent aliens.

Yes, this is just one of the most ordinary and common planets in the Empire.

But this place will still be witnessed and devoured by a lone small Zerg hive fleet, and will still happen to encounter these Astartes who have just finished a mission elsewhere and are preparing to resupply here, as well as a lone company of Cardia soldiers.

Because this is the Empire, this is the Galaxy, this is the era of the 40s.

No one has the right to complain. To be loyal to the emperor and die in the war to defend His empire is the greatest honor and the greatest glory.

Titus's bomb gun was now useless, serving no purpose other than to raise it high and smash it at the hideous aliens when the Tyranids approached.

“Sir,” Sergeant Sevis of Cardia approached. He was of low rank, but was now the highest-ranking member of the Astronautical Army on the planet, “what should we do?”

"Be prepared to kill a couple more aliens before you die," Titus said somberly.

Sergeant Sevis looked at him, as if hoping he would say something else instead of these discouraging words.

Apart from the Krieg Legion, no other Astronautical Legion can match the willingness of every single member to die for their cause. If possible, they all hope to return victorious and live to reach the next battlefield.

“The state church hasn’t fallen yet,” Titus turned his head, his superhuman brain, modified by nineteen surgeries, constantly analyzing the entire battlefield, looking for a way to make their resistance even stronger. “It’s a good place to hold out.”

There, they could all perform far better than in this open square, and that would also be their final resting place.

“Although I think you’re a bit dull, I have to say, it wouldn’t be bad to die alongside you at the last moment, brother.” Several black-shield monks on the side agreed with Titus’s opinion.