The Emperor: The Savior, Am I Perhaps a God?!

Chapter 743: The Emperor: Savior, perhaps I am... a god?!

Ron frowned tightly at those words and fell silent.

This was an extremely thorny problem.

"This day came even faster than I imagined..." he thought silently.

The Warp research department had made similar predictions before, but the timeline had been much later than now.

Now the old Emperor's dark power had undergone a sudden upheaval ahead of schedule, catching him completely off guard.

"Perhaps this is fated," The Emperor murmured to himself, his voice incomparably aged.

Humanity would eventually be destroyed, just as he, the Master of Mankind, had been destined to ascend the Golden Throne.

As The Perpetual, the Emperor was humanity's most powerful Psyker Power Sorcerer.

As far back as ancient Rome on Terra, he had foretold his own ascent to the Golden Throne and humanity's destruction.

At a certain point in time, humanity would vanish completely. There would be no humans left.

This race born on Terra would be as if it had never existed at all; even the traces of its survival would be worn away by time.

But the Emperor was so confident, so proud, that he would not allow such a thing to happen to humanity.

"Humanity is such a brave, tenacious, creative race. It should not perish like this."

The Emperor was determined to undo it all.

He would not only allow humanity to avoid its destined destruction, but also let humanity dominate the Galaxy and survive forever!

That was the Emperor declaring war on fate on humanity's behalf.

Under his secret guidance, humanity set its footprints toward the sea of stars, ushering in a Golden Age of unprecedented splendor.

Yet very soon, humanity suffered the blow of the Iron Men's rebellion and was nearly destroyed.

That tragic fate was about to arrive.