I am the savior, do you have any objection?

Or, to use a more widely known name, the subspace.

The mysterious existences in the subspace are not actually limited to those four, but those four are the most powerful among them.

The fifth being they witnessed was constantly and irreversibly assimilating into them.

They encountered the fifth being who had summoned beings from another world, leaving them scrambling to cope.

Their memories also contain the memory of that previous time reversal.

Once a subspace exists, it is a permanent testament; it will not disappear, nor can it prevent the emergence of new brethren.

And now, they find that their fate has once again been twisted by the will of a powerful being.

The blue one watched as the threads of the silk tangled into a chaotic mess, impossible to unravel.

When repeatedly questioned by the other three, he could only give the ambiguous answer, "It's part of the plan."

They discovered the impending end and eagerly began weaving new conspiracies, but they seemed unable to break the wheel of fate. They were in the same predicament as the guy sitting on the toilet claiming to be human.

……

No one knows what Kerry and the Emperor talked about that day; all that is known is that it was the third day after the Emperor dismissed the Guards.

The empire has a new position: Commander.

He oversees all things, both internal and external, within the Milky Way, and has the authority to monitor and investigate all human information.

These are the Emperor's golden words spoken through his speaking device, commands that even those in the Supreme Council who like to issue orders in the Emperor's name cannot refute.

On this day, countless warships arrayed themselves in the sky. A portrait of a crowned ruler appeared on the wounds of Terra's Hive City, and hundreds of millions of people, still worthy of being called "human," gathered, raising cheering banners.

Countless prestigious bureaucrats of the empire gathered in the square to welcome the newly arrived leader.

But their welcome seemed to be in vain; Kree did not receive them, but instead went to find the Primarch of the 13th Legion's Ultramarines.

This greatly displeased Terran officials, who believed that the so-called Overlord, who held all the power in the Empire, was putting on airs. They even speculated that this might be a signal that he wanted to join forces with the Primarchs to seize power.

At the time of their meeting, Terra's Minister of the Interior, along with other officials, had already issued an order prohibiting the army from leaving Terra.

The Terra Senate showed some concern about this, but it consisted mostly of radical members. Most of the radicals had realized during the previous Terra War that even in the Throne World, they were not without danger, as the tentacles of Chaos could reach any corner of the galaxy.

Moreover, the current war is extremely urgent. If nothing is done, the Khorne army and the rebels may completely seal off the solar system. These members, who hope to eliminate the threat by all means, want to wait for Guilliman and the parachuted leader named Kerry to finish their discussions before meeting with them.

Meanwhile, the parachuted leader whom people feared was being seized power, and the Primarch who, instead of being appointed regent, was given the title of new war marshal because he was being prepared to be invited over, were chatting.

The main topic of conversation was the current state of the galaxy, and nothing else.

Even the Kree, who had seen some of the information, could not know all the details of Warhammer at any given point in time.

The enormous Primarch made the Kree appear slightly smaller than it was.

Guilliman was also very willing to talk to this imperial commander.

Because in his eyes, which allowed him to perceive some psychic energy, the man before him was even larger than his father.

The presence that was accidentally revealed seemed to be him speaking to the entire universe.

Moreover, the man had gained his father's approval, even though he had believed since their previous meeting that his father only saw them as tools.

But the father's stance has not changed; he still stands, and always will stand, on the side of humanity.

So, to gain his approval, this guy must definitely be human, perhaps someone his father met in some ancient era who is now an immortal returning to the empire.

When Kree realized his thoughts, he wondered if he should find these Astartes Primarchs laughable.

Even after the emperor reached this point, and even after the father and son met again, he still did not tell his child about the chat group message.

After recounting some of the information he knew about the galaxy, Guilliman began to explain his plans.

He believed that this commander, appointed by the emperor, would surely understand his thoughts.

"I need to assemble an army, a massive force unlike any since the Great Expedition. We have no time for politics. I will ensure that anyone who gets in the way of our plans will not appear at the Supreme Council!"

Abaddon the Raider has led his rebel army and is about to block the shipping lanes from the solar system to other worlds. We need to secure these routes and liberate more worlds suffering from misery with our massive army.

After listening to Guilliman's ideas for a couple of minutes, Kerry shook his head and stood up.

"unnecessary."

Upon hearing Kerry's words, Guilliman, the new war coach, became somewhat anxious.

“I know that a large-scale withdrawal is tantamount to a death sentence for some parts of the world, but we have no choice but to do it; humanity needs to…”

"I mean, to do what you're saying, you don't need an army."

Kerry was no longer willing to waste time. In this cesspool of a world, every extra second he spoke could mean the death of hundreds of thousands of people, while the people of the capital remained mired in misery.

Previously, there was no way to do it, and it was better not to bring it up on the spot for fear of arousing the suspicion of the royal guards. Now that I can come myself, even Kerry has lost the mood to relieve boredom.

Kree created a clone of himself, allowing the two small beasts to stand on his shoulders.

"Go to Mars, and whatever those things say, make them build me faster-than-light spaceships and planetary weapons. Otherwise, crush all their machinery."

“No problem.” The other Kerry nodded.

"Sigh..." The two dinosaurs sighed; the world had actually impacted them more than anyone else.

If it weren't for Kree's orders, they wouldn't have given the blueprints to the humans of this world, because in this world, no race is wrong, and no race is right.

Kerry also grasped one of the two weapons.

"Wait! Even if you're strong enough, you won't be able to withstand the protection of your warriors!"

Seeing what Kerry meant, Guilliman quickly tried to stop him.

"Then come along with me."

Kerry grabbed Guilliman, and the two of them appeared on Vox, a planet countless light-years away.

At a glance, countless roaring war machines are burning here.

The Black Rebels are attempting to deploy Blackrock technology artifacts on this planet, corrupted by evil rituals, in order to block human support.

The garrison here is upholding their final loyalty with their lives for their faith in the great God-Emperor.

Ps:

Primarchs: Powerful warriors created by the Emperor using his own genes, the genes of others, and warp technology through ancient genetic sorcery. The genes of these Primarchs were then used to create the Astartes Space Marines.

Space Marines undergo 19 modification surgeries and are cultivated using genetic seeds. They must be raised from a young age and have an extremely high mortality rate.

However, once successfully trained, they can demonstrate exceptional individual combat power, and when combined with powered armor, they can accomplish things that are unimaginable for ordinary armies.

However, rumors circulate that the creation of the Primarchs was not due to the Emperor stealing the power of the Warp, but rather a secret deal between the Emperor and the Apostles. After the deal was completed, the Emperor planned to keep 20 Primarchs for himself, which provoked the Apostles' revenge. They not only scattered the 20 Primarchs throughout the universe, but also orchestrated a series of Primarch rebellions. Primarch rebellions usually involved their offspring, the Astartes warriors.

Chapter 547 Why Not Become an Evil God in Subspace?

Looking down at those guys who would rather die than retreat, the complexities of human nature are on full display.

Many of them were of noble birth, while many others were members of the Star Guard with a less-than-stellar reputation.

However, when it came to protecting all of humanity, they demonstrated an indomitable fighting spirit and loyalty.

Humans are the bad guys who brought Thanksgiving to the aliens. Astartes slaughtered countless of their own kind and those who were just a little strange in their evolution, but they were also humanity's most steadfast warriors.

Because this corrupt empire, from the very beginning of the Great Expedition, did not resemble a nation in human memory.

Its vast territory and reluctance to use artificial intelligence mean that this country essentially only has control over the world it governs, and is merely a war machine struggling to survive.

The so-called citizens in the rear were all slaves, constantly producing food, weapons, and equipment.

Meanwhile, on the front lines, a group of burly men were constantly launching attacks.

The constant fighting was to protect the empire's territory, but in the protected areas, most workers and laborers lived like slaves.

Many of the nobles in these star sectors have undergone almost perverse educations, designed to enable them to perform their jobs effectively. Perhaps only the non-heirs of these nobles truly enjoy their work.

Even the knightly families who still lived like medieval people, besides exploiting serfs, had only one pastime: adapting to giant war machines with an extremely high mortality rate, and then rushing to the battlefield to wipe out enemies for the Mechanicus or the Emperor.

Even among those privileged classes, it's hard to say whether 99% of them are good or evil. If we had to judge them, we could only conclude that they are "corrupted."

Meanwhile, the Astartes, constantly battling the rebels and preventing their landing, were struggling against the enemy's Black Legion, even with reinforcements from the planet.

There are actually quite a few sons of Horus on it who have come all the way from the Great Rebellion to the present day.

The warships unleashed a barrage of fire, and the soldiers, in coordination, fired into the sky in every possible way.

Despair crept closer and closer into their hearts as the enemy drew ever closer, but reinforcements from Terra had yet to arrive.

Abaddon, one of the four kings of the Hidden Moon Wolf Council and the company commander of the 1st Company of the 16th Legion during the Great Crusade, wielded the Demon Sword, which restored his power, and wantonly slaughtered humans.

No one knows what he experienced near the Eye of Fear. What people do know is that when this once loyal warrior reappeared before the world, he had become the leader of an evil tribe in several star systems surrounding the Eye of Fear.

"The era of the Primarchs has ended!"

He brutally killed an Ultramariner because the opponent satisfied him enough. He removed the opponent's helmet, cut off the head, and inserted it into the decoration behind him, where there was a whole row of skulls.

However, at this moment he turned around.

His years of close contact with the subspace made him realize that something had appeared behind him.

Could it be the fleet of the false emperor?

In short, there's nothing to worry about.

Then, in the next moment, the sun seemed to appear right next to his face.

He led countless Dark Legion warriors without even having the chance to activate the warp engine before they disintegrated.

The entire planet seemed to be directly surrounded by a violent force.

The immense energy, like the sun itself, tore apart all the invaders—the Soul of Vengeance, the main fleet carrying starships, the millennia-old veterans—all life vanished under its sun-like light.

When the radiance dissipated and not even space debris remained in the galaxy, he could not even sense the whereabouts of the souls of the warriors who had already sided with Chaos.

At this moment, Chaos could no longer bring him joy. The twisted, murderous desire that had once delighted him was devoured, and he felt a nameless fear.

The chants uttered in unison by a billion resistance fighters around the world further amplified the source of this fear.

"Long live the Divine Emperor! Long live the Divine Emperor!"

Could it be him?

Could the false emperor possibly have a way to leave the Throne World and personally arrive at the scene?

"Click!"

Abaddon seemed to hear something. He felt his four souls being pulled by something, which he initially thought was the prelude to his rebirth in chaos after death. But when he came to understand what was happening, he realized that he was being used as food.

They wanted to howl in the starry sky, but they couldn't. All the souls that the Chaos hadn't yet accepted in this war were being devoured by the Kree.

When Kree appeared, the people on Earth realized that this was not the God-Emperor.

Looking down at the billions of loyal followers of the Emperor, and facing members of the state religion who hoped to use his identity to promote ideas such as the second sun of the Empire, Kerry frowned.

There was no refusal.

Kerry disliked these fanatical religious followers, but indeed, the state religion was the only thing that could still unite humanity.

But just as Kree was preparing to head to the next sector immediately, his extraordinary wisdom finally triumphed over his extraordinary power, causing him to pause for a moment of reflection.

It is known that the worship and emotions of this world will become faith, and faith will be reflected in the High Heaven of this world, becoming the demons of the High Heaven.

Then those evil gods and demons used their unparalleled corrosive power to distort worlds one by one.

Moreover, the influence of the Supreme Heaven is almost impossible to eradicate completely, unless something like the Incubators is made into a long-term emotional energy flushing toilet and all the energy is sent to another world, otherwise other evil gods will be born sooner or later.

Moreover, the power of demons inside and outside the warp is incomparable, and there are even legends of demons creating worlds within the warp.

In addition to external information, there is also some information about the Kree himself. It is known that the Kree can easily destroy the material universe, and that if the Kree's domineering divine power is released externally, it will also distort and pollute the world. Moreover, due to some despicable ability, the Kree has made his heart never change.

Kerry stroked his chin.

"You said, I would first eliminate all external threats, then take over the faith of the royal skin, and make the state religion convert to me! I would ascend to godhood and go to the warp to use my reasoning to corrupt other evil gods in the warp, absorb those who agree with my path to become warp demons, and wage war against them to unify the warp. After that, I would turn around from the warp and influence everyone in this rotten material universe. Is that possible?"

Not only that, I can also be the dual god of the Mechanic Church and the State Church, and then promote reforms in the name of divine decree to make all places better.

The only difficulty then would be unifying the subspace.

Upon hearing Kerry's astonishing plan, the system was horrified.

[No! Host, the birth of an evil god is very dangerous. Even if your mind is stabilized because of your comedic personality, the resulting subspace storm might...]

The system suddenly stopped midway through its speech, realizing that the subspace storm that permeated the galaxy was nothing more than a breeze to the host's power, and could be stopped at will.

Indeed, the problem in this world is how to deal with humans and other races, not combat power. Even the technology and star gods of those space skeletons cannot resist the power of a strong single universe.