I am the magnetic field maniac

He couldn't let humanity's great war be cut short before it even began.

"If you're questioning me, Shepherd, why don't you ask him?"

Guilliman stared at the stupid tall hat in front of him and said in a low voice...

"Slaves like us are not qualified to step into the throne room and gaze upon his existence." The Pope put on a humble look and said with great sorrow...

"And who knows what you have done to our great Majesty? Traitor, surrender and accept our trial. If you are innocent, we can prove it!"

This kind of statement is like "I put you on the fire, if you burn to death you are pure...if you don't burn to death you are a heretic" which made Guilliman laugh.

He said no more, but replied calmly...

"I mean, he'll come out and tell you in person."

The significance of Guilliman's answer caused the place to be silent, but the Grand Marshal of the Guards, who had been silent on the side, sensed something.

He widened his eyes and rushed into the throne room impatiently!

And the next moment, everyone saw that High Lord of Terra, Marshal of the Imperial Guards Trajan knelt on one knee.

What kind of person could make a proud Marshal of the Imperial Guards and a great Supreme Lord kneel down?

There is no need to think, even a child knows who he will be.

That brilliant and noble figure shines with dazzling brilliance, but that light is by no means dazzling or glaring...Anyone, any life can look up to his magnificent existence.

Just like the sacred murals in various places on Terra, they describe the glorious scene of this being slaying evil dragons and saving the world!

Even the Sister of Silence could not penetrate the magnificent nature that now enveloped the divine countenance.

Their eyes could only penetrate the psychic veil and see clearly what the emperor was wearing at the moment.

Tights, trousers, and cloak, an outfit that the Emperor had never worn before.

But so what? As long as it is the Great Emperor's attire, no matter how unaesthetic it is... the next moment he will become the sacred makeup and teeth sought after by the entire empire! !

No, even thinking that the emperor's clothing taste is bad is a sin punishable by death!

That is absolutely beautiful teeth!

It must be passed down, and from now on the vest cape will be the sacred equipment of our national religion! !

Great! Great!

Poor words are unable to describe the supremacy of existence, so at this moment we can only use the most intuitive words to call him.

Guilliman looked at his father in silence. At this moment... no matter how dazzling the Emperor's light was, it could not dispel the cooled emotions in the Son of Vengeance's heart.

But no matter what, he still played his role well. He knelt on one knee before the Emperor and acted out the role and identity that a "Son of God" should have.

My Lord... my great Majesty! The Lord of Humanity whom we protect... has returned!

Trajan's tall and majestic body wrapped in golden armor was trembling. He couldn't believe that all this was actually happening.

His Majesty, the Lord of Humanity who had protected mankind for ten thousand years and had been watched by them for ten thousand years, had returned to this world.

What a glory, what a sublime thing! There will never be a greater, more touching scene in the world!

The guards who would never cry were now in tears and could not utter a word. This was even more true for the mortal believers.

Fanaticism, ecstasy, sadness, the emotions that fill the hearts of these believers at this moment are so complex that it is difficult to express them simply in words.

Everyone present knelt down one after another, countless hands made the Sky Eagle Salute in front of their chests, and countless voices wanted to shout out the oath of allegiance - but they did not, or rather, they did not dare to disturb the sacred silence.

They would rather bite their lips or scratch their skin with their nails, using pain to suppress the emotions in their hearts and the fanatical worship.

Because they cannot desecrate the silence, and must not utter a single word before the Emperor speaks!

The loyal soldiers didn't dare, the fanatical nuns didn't dare, the brave Astartes didn't dare - even the Pope of the state religion, who claimed to be the closest to the Emperor, didn't dare to say a word.

In fact, the Pope's face was extremely pale at this moment... Although no one said a word, and no one expressed anything to him, he felt as if his soul was being sucked out from the inside out.

Shame, torture, doubt, Pope Leicester was madly torturing himself in his heart!

He didn't dare to imagine what he had said before. Was he really the Emperor's most devout believer?

If this is true, why didn't he receive any oracle for such a great event as the Emperor's awakening?

Could it be that... he is just a pathetic and ridiculous heretic who is not recognized by the Emperor?

Leicester is undoubtedly devout. Even though the Pope of the State Church has made many despicable decisions in order to gain benefits for the State Church... he is definitely one of the most devout believers in the entire State Church.

After all, this is a world with God, and they are the people closest to God. Without faith, how could he sit on the throne of the Pope?

So, despite his fanaticism, he was not aware of the resurrection of his God - and he even questioned Guilliman, who was the first to know about it, and accused him of heresy!

If the Emperor's Son of God is the greatest being closest to God, then what are the things about himself who questions him?

"heresy……"

Pope Leicester muttered the word he had condemned countless times, and this time, he used it on himself.

I am a damn heretic!

Leicester's head was lowered, and the sacred papal crown slipped from his head, announcing a fact as his pale hair fluttered in the wind.

He died of old age.

149. Crowning the Regent

There is no greater sorrow than a dead heart

Pope Lestat was an absolutely devout believer, and that was why... but when he realized how stupid he had been and how he had disobeyed the Emperor's orders, he felt a soul-stirring shame and self-denial.

So, he bowed his head, he knelt on his proud knees, he put his hands together in a gesture of begging for forgiveness, and then -

Just died of old age

Danxin was already dead, and even if he underwent the High Lord's life-extending surgery, he could not delay the arrival of death.

And perhaps for Leicester, dying in repentance before his great God-Emperor is the best ending a heretic could have.

But Leicester's death did not attract any attention. Even though he was a great high lord and the head of the imperial religion, no one would even look at him.

Everyone's eyes were always focused on the Emperor.

Everyone is waiting for the words of the Divine Emperor.

"I'm back."

The Emperor spoke calmly, but his words echoed in the hearts of everyone, from the fanatical sisters to the Primarch, this voice ignited the fire of loyalty in the hearts of each of them...

There is no need to say more, just this one sentence is better than thousands of words.

Countless people began to cry uncontrollably, but these were not cries of sadness; they were cries of joy, tears of joy that belonged to all of humanity!

The conservative High Lords who opposed the Primarch for the sake of the stability of the Empire could not say anything.

They dared to oppose the Primarch, and even dared to attack him, but they never had the courage to say a word to the Emperor that would go against his orders.

They were not Malcador, and even if they were, they would never disobey the Emperor's orders.

Talion's body trembled, but it was not fear or terror, but a strong sense of shame like Lestat's.

Look at what they did? They led the army to surround His Majesty's Golden Throne. Even though they did it for the purpose of saving the empire, but -

Blasphemy, fucking blasphemy!!

Damn it, damn it!

Talion roared wildly, he drew his weapon without hesitation, pointed it at his forehead and pulled the trigger!

With his head exploding, he used death to dispel the insult and blasphemy against the Emperor!

The inquisition representative, Els, did not do so. Although he also had the same strong desire for shame and self-destruction, he did not commit suicide on the spot.

Because he can't die yet, he still has a mission, a mission that must be completed!

But no matter what, the representatives of the Inquisition knelt down without hesitation to express their submission... All the high lords, everyone chose to surrender unconditionally!

Yes, this should be taken for granted, right?

These High Lords whom Guilliman needs to think about, consider, and even compromise with in order to appease and resolve the issue, what are they to the Emperor?

There is no need to think about how to deal with them, or even make any random plans. Just a glance and they will choose to surrender unconditionally.

If you ask them to die, they will die without hesitation! If you ask them to surrender, they will only kneel on the ground and pray for wisdom! If you ask them to do something, they will do it to an even greater extent!

This is the charm of the Emperor, this is the supreme status that the Lord of Mankind holds in this Empire.

Undoubtedly strong, undoubtedly great, and undoubtedly - disliked by the Emperor.

There was no expression on his face beneath the laurel wreath... People could not tell what the great emperor thought of them.

But there is no doubt that Guilliman could feel that the Emperor at this moment was completely different from what he was ten thousand years ago.

Even though he still cares about humans, even though he still pretends to be the same as he was ten thousand years ago——

Guilliman lowered his head. He didn't want his expression of disgust and disappointment to be seen by those mortals.

Because only in the presence of the Emperor could Guilliman not deny the question he had been avoiding.

He is already God, so what am I?

What else will happen? If this man could be twisted to this extent after ten thousand years of worship, then what will happen to me and my brother...

Guilliman gave up thinking, because if he continued thinking, he might begin to question the Emperor and his own position.

There is so much to deal with, so much to correct.

The Emperor's thoughts raced after he stood up... If he were to do it, it would take at least five years to adjust the empire to an acceptable level.

Obviously, he no longer has the time.

The evil gods would not give him extra time, and neither would Bai Wujie. They were not patient people, and their desires would never be delayed just because the Emperor wanted to take care of humanity.

He needed an heir to do all the work, all the work.

The Emperor cast his gaze towards Guilliman beside him, and Guilliman, realizing what he was going to do, also raised his head - no doubt he already knew what the Emperor was going to say next.

"Robert Guilliman, my son, my appointed administrator of the Imperium."

The Emperor lowered his eyes and looked at his most satisfied tool, and Guilliman knelt on one knee without hesitation and expressed his submission to his father...

"You did a good job. You did an excellent job. Perhaps the nobles of Terra do not understand your efforts and the necessity of obeying my orders... But whether it is bombing Terra or uniting the Eldar, you have done a good job."

The Emperor's calm and solemn voice was heard, and he took the "stain" of Guilliman and the Lion on himself without hesitation.

However, could this be a stain on the Emperor?

It is true that the Emperor killed hundreds of billions of people on Terra, but for the devout believers of the Empire, it can only be a gift from the Emperor to those people!!

Even if it brings death, what a supreme honor it is for those who die at the hands of the Emperor?

They were sacrificed by the Emperor himself, so their souls will definitely return to the Golden Throne after death!

Quack! What an honor, what luck! If possible, there are probably countless trillions of people in the galaxy who would be happy to replace those who died!

This is not an exaggeration, and it may even be considered too conservative.

The Emperor's majesty is so inviolable that if the Emperor wants to rule, they will kneel down. If the Emperor wants them to die, they will not hesitate to take their entire family to martyrdom! If the Emperor wants to kill their wives, they will even sacrifice themselves!

Even if the Emperor wants them to think, they will not question the Emperor's wisdom with their self-righteous stupidity... because they think they are absolutely not qualified!

The Emperor's rule is actually equivalent to a super-magnified version of hell politics... except that this "Great Commander" hopes that his people will have the courage and wisdom to challenge themselves.

As for the alliance with the Eldar and the Aliens?

If a Primarch had made such a statement, it would have been a violation of the political correctness of the Human Empire and a treasonous statement. However, if it came from the Emperor’s mouth, it would be the golden rule of the Human Empire and the new political correctness! !

He said black is white, and the next day the Empire had to change all its statements! He said the Eldar were allies, so the next day any Imperial who received orders and dared to attack the Eldar without authorization would be shot immediately!

Ten thousand years of being offline not only did not weaken the Emperor's ruling majesty... on the contrary, his ruling power was infinitely magnified because of his deification - in front of the Emperor, it is really hard to imagine how many humans dare to disobey him?

"Heh..." Bai Qianshuang sneered while holding the Star of Avalon in the back, and then thought with a sigh...

It seems that all rule by the powerful will eventually turn into hell politics.

It is almost inevitable that a ruler who possesses extremely strong power will become a tyrant once he has all the power.

Because if you want to achieve your ideals, you naturally have to make everything revolve around your will.

The Emperor rules humanity in this way, yet he hopes that humanity can learn to think and be wise independently of him.

The prerequisite for doing so is the destruction of this empire.