Beggar Blood God: 666, thanks to The Savior for the Slaughter Power Big Rocket!

"At last, I got this big lightbulb lit—"

Ron drew in a deep breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead, a trace of fatigue showing.

Under normal circumstances, it would have been extremely difficult for him to pull the phantom of the Sun of Hope into the reality of the Galaxy.

Even if he could extend a little of his authority, at most it would have been like The Emperor before—hard to see with the naked eye, and he would still have needed to use the Astronomican to spread it.

But because the Chaos Gods had previously invested a vast amount of faith-based Fel Energy into the Solar System, this place had become deeply connected to the Warp, saving him a great deal of effort.

Not to mention, he had just fleeced quite a lot from Them, further increasing his strength, and basically had not consumed much power at all.

It was basically using someone else's hen to lay his eggs.

"Now I can use the phantom of the Sun of Hope to give the Solar System more help.

Before, Fel Energy surged throughout the Solar System, and the Imperium's defenders were constantly suppressed by Chaos Fel Energy, making it difficult for them to bring out their true strength."

Ron looked at the Sun of Hope in the void, a sun that seemed even brighter than a star, and nodded in satisfaction.

He could feel the Imperium's defenders calling out to him, could feel that deep faith and adoration.

It was worship toward a god, worship toward him, the God of Hope. How wonderful that feeling was!

Ron experienced his own omnipotence, as if he had merged with this stretch of void, his field of vision infinitely vast.

He could also easily exert influence on this reality of the