"Hiss— How was there this much movement? Could the Golden Throne hold out?!"
Ron felt the violent fluctuations and instantly sucked in a cold breath.
In the past, when The Emperor awakened, the Holy Sun would send out fluctuations too, but they had never been this intense.
This time, the disturbance had almost wrecked all the surrounding Warp Extraction Devices.
That was an extremely dangerous matter. Once those devices could no longer continue operating, the Holy Sun's expansion would surpass the final limit.
"I hope the Adeptus Mechanicus can repair the damaged Warp Extraction Devices in time and bring the backup units online. Otherwise, the Imperium was really done for."
Ron was deeply worried and felt his life was in danger.
This could be considered one of the Imperium's darkest moments. He, The Savior, was being besieged by the gods, while something had gone wrong with the Holy Sun.
It was trouble within and without.
"The Emperor reacted so violently. Maybe it was because of me—"
Ron thought this, a trace of hope rising in his heart.
Perhaps The Emperor could unleash his divine might, cross that vast distance to repel the Chaos Gods, and fish him, The Savior, out of here.
That would resolve the current crisis.
"The Cursed, the Dark King... he has awakened again. Could it be that he has already broken free of his shackles—"
Grandfather Nurgle murmured to himself, a trace of fear in his voice.
His enormous body trembled, and the Nurglings on him were so frightened that they started bawling.
This Lord of Pestilence had been the one among the Chaos Gods who had suffered the greatest harm from The Cursed. Even after several hundred years, the memory still filled him with lingering dread.
More than that, The Cursed had become even more