God-Emperor and Guilliman
An unparalleled will is entering Hera Fortress.
So powerful and bright, like Beacon in the darkness.
Anyone with a magical eye or psychic talent can clearly sense this will.
At this time, Celestine was comforting the suffering people.
The army of Chaos ravaged the entire city of Macragge.
Countless people were forced to flee their homes and seek Aegis in Hera Fortress, becoming refugees.
They are temporarily staying in a makeshift Aegis.
Due to a lack of water, these refugees have not bathed for many days.
His face was covered in dirt, and his clothes smelled sour and stinky.
Celestine, however, showed no sign of disdain.
She used her influence to obtain clean water and food, which she then distributed to the refugees.
The Geminae Superia Eleanor and Genevieve led the Sisters of Battle of the Order of the Martyred Lady to assist her in this task.
The refugees lined up in long queues, receiving their supplies in an orderly fashion.
"Praise be to the God-Emperor."
For each person who received the offering, Celestine would pray patiently.
The refugees who received the supplies also showed gratitude, bowed to her in the Aquila Salute, and praised the Emperor.
This is exactly what Celestine wanted to do: to shower the God-Emperor's mercy and glory upon every one of his subjects.
Suddenly, Celestine felt her wing being touched.
Turning my head, I saw a thin boy.
He looked about eight or nine years old, with messy, unkempt hair, clearly having not washed it in a long time.
The boy had a pair of big, bright eyes.
Behind him was an even smaller figure, probably two or three years old.
How dare you disrespect Living Saint?
Eleanor stepped forward, the servo joints of her Power Armor emitting an Intimidation hum.
The battle-hardened Sisters sister looked down at the child.
His hawk-like gaze was enough to make the Chaos Cultist tremble.
The two children froze on the spot.
Not far away, a woman who looked somewhat like the two children was so frightened that she collapsed to the ground and cried.
"Don't scare them."
Celestine stopped Eleanor, telling her not to frighten the children.
Then he knelt down on one knee, keeping at eye level with the child, and reached out to straighten his clothes.
"Little friend, what's your name? What can I do for you?"
"My name is Darak. I want to ask if you are an angel?" the little boy asked, mustering his courage.
Celestine smiled. "Yes, you can think of me as an angel."
"Can you pass on a message to my mom and dad?" the little boy asked expectantly.
"Where are they?" Celestine asked patiently.
The little boy looked sad. "When those bad guys attacked, my mom and dad fought alongside the other uncles to protect us."
"But after the battle, they never came looking for us. My aunt said they were taken away by the Emperor."
The boy's words softened the lines of Eleanor's chiseled face.
The same applies to the other Sisters of Battle.
Children who become orphans because their parents serve the Emperor deserve a little tenderness from them.
"They all say you are the Emperor's angel, so could you please pass on a message for me?" the little boy said.
Celestine patted the boy's head. "What message do you want me to deliver?"
"Mom and Dad, don't worry, I will protect my little sister. When I grow up, I will be as brave as you."
The boy's words brought a smile to Celestine's face.
"I will pass on your words. Remember, Darak, as the older brother, you must protect your younger sister."
After receiving the Living Saint's promise, the little boy happily led his sister into his aunt's arms.
The woman was terrified, and as soon as the two children came over, she hurriedly hugged them.
People around watched this scene and started talking about it.
Celestine intended to take this opportunity to proclaim the teachings of the God-Emperor and strengthen their faith.
Suddenly, she looked toward the Spire District of Hera Fortress, as if sensing something.
"My lord!"
After excitedly uttering the word, she jogged a few steps, leaped up, flapped her wings, and flew towards the spire of Hera Fortress.
The Sisters of Battle exchanged glances and followed closely in the direction of the Living Saint.
On the other side,
Grand Master the Grey Knights, Voldus and Tigurius, were discussing the endless demonic invasions of Ultramar.
They too felt that terrifying will, and their faces showed surprise.
"What a powerful will!" Voldus exclaimed in astonishment.
It's important to know that his and Tigurius's psionic abilities are among the best in the entire Milky Way.
Even against Eldrad and other Aeldari Farseer, they are confident of victory.
But faced with that terrifying will that could shake the Milky Way,
They felt like fireflies trying to outshine the sun and moon, and couldn't even muster the will to rebel.
"Is this the power of the God-Emperor?"
Voldus walked to the window, where he could see the top of Hera Fortress.
The source of that will is there, and the Primarch is there as well.
"I wonder what the Primarch did to establish contact with His Majesty?" Tigurius said.
Voldus turned and walked toward the door.
"No matter what we've done, we should rush over there. The God-Emperor might offer guidance or enlightenment."
Tigurius followed him out.
During this time, he also opened the communications of the Chapter Master, Calgar, and spoke solemnly.
"Chapter Master, you must go to Primarch's side immediately. The God-Emperor may issue a decree."
In a corner of Macragge,
Eldrad Ulthran, Yvraine, Thousand Faces, and other Aeldari who have not yet left
I also felt the will and power that descended upon Hera Fortress.
So powerful, so magnificent
Enough to destroy everything in the Milky Way.
"This oppressive feeling is even greater than the oppressive feeling when the Avatar of Ynnead was born."
Yvraine stood up and paced back and forth, looking worried.
The Ynnari paid the price of the destruction of the Biel-Tan Craftworld.
The summoned Avatar of Ynnead — Yncarne— was far less powerful than his current will.
To be precise, this power is no less than that of the four Chaos Gods in the Warp.
"Has the Master of Mankind become so powerful?"
Thousand Faces also showed a worried expression.
It seems that the Eye of Terror has not only unleashed the Chaos Gods,
It also released the Master of Mankind was on the Golden Throne.
"They have Master of Mankind and C'tan who has not yet come of age. Is cooperating with humans really a good thing for us?"
Yvraine is somewhat worried about the future.
Even if they could defeat the Prince of Pleasure, humanity would seize the opportunity to grow into the Milky Way's top superpower.
At that time, the Aeldari will likely be relegated to a minor, marginal race within the Milky Way.
"Do we have any other options?"
Eldrad Ulthran remained remarkably calm.
"The last Crone Sword is in the realm of Slaanesh."
"Either we reclaim the Crone Sword, or we sacrifice the entire Aeldari. Which do you choose?"
This question silenced Thousand Faces, Yvraine, and the others.
Sacrificing the entire Aeldari is naturally impossible.
To reclaim the Crone Sword, we will definitely need the Imperium's help.
"What does it matter if we temporarily cede the Milky Way to humanity as long as we can resolve the threat posed by the God of Excess?"
Eldrad Ulthran looked at his many Aeldari brethren and said earnestly,
"Think back carefully to how glorious the Aeldari Empire was in the past. We could control stars at will and observe fate and cause and effect."
"To put it bluntly, the Aeldari Empire is so powerful that it cannot be destroyed by external threats."
"Because resources are plentiful, individuals can freely choose the path they prefer, so there are no intractable internal conflicts."
"However, even such an indestructible Imperium was ultimately destroyed."
"It ended in an extremely tragic way, tearing open an Eye of Terror in the Milky Way."
"Even if humanity controls the entire Milky Way, so what? They may rule for 100,000 years, 1 million years, or even 10 million years, but they will eventually perish."
"Just like the Aeldari Empire back then, it disintegrated in a way that no one could have imagined, ending in a tragic manner."
"What we need to do at this stage is to survive, to live on, to preserve our race and civilization, and to wait for the day when the Imperium of Man is destroyed."
"Remember our purpose: to use humanity to reclaim the Crone Sword that fell into the Slaanesh's territory."
"There's no need to resent humanity for being powerful. In fact, we should actively help them become stronger, giving them the power to challenge the gods."
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Thousand Faces, Yvraine, and the Aeldari were unable to refute Eldrad Ulthran's words.
They're too impatient; they want too much.
They completely forgot about the current predicament of the Aeldari.
"We will be careful."
Yvraine made a guarantee,
"We will never deliberately cause destruction just because humanity has become stronger."
The Aeldari, including Thousand Faces, nodded in agreement with Yvraine's words.
Seeing that so many Aeldari colleagues understood him, Eldrad Ulthran showed a relieved expression.
He raised his head, his eyes, filled with ancient wisdom, gazing at the Smallpox.
The gaze passes through the building, a mixture of steel and concrete.
He saw Black Sun, its edges radiating golden light, suspended in the boiling Warp.
"Master of Mankind, Dark King, may everything proceed as fate has foretold."
The Emperor's Shrine was filled with bright light.
Guilliman's psionic potential is relatively poor among the Primarch.
But he was, after all, one of the Emperor's sons.
They can also sense the omnipresent spiritual energy.
As the surrounding spiritual energy increases
Guilliman showed a hint of pain.
The Cherub's body was glowing, and golden flames were burning.
Qin Yun's body was also glowing.
He was used as a buffer.
Nothing can withstand His complete will.
If Qin Yun were not present, and the Emperor were to unleash his own will...
It is highly likely that it will burn the souls of everyone on the entire planet.
Let them become devout, living corpses.
His power had become so great that it was on the verge of spiraling out of control.
Apart from the Chaos Gods who can look directly at and speak with each other.
Other mortals or Greater Daemon could not communicate with him.
Simply looking directly at Him will cost you the complete destruction of your soul and body.
"Father!" Guilliman was somewhat out of control.
"My last loyal heir, my pride, my greatest victory."
"My last tool, my last hope."
"..."
Countless voices echoed in Guilliman's mind.
He heard those things for a moment, yet it was as if he didn't hear them at all.
The Emperor spoke to him, but then stopped talking.
The concept of language has become ridiculous.
That will seemed to be trying its best to communicate with Guilliman, yet it also seemed to be indifferent to him.
Countless images flooded into Guilliman's mental world.
Flames raged, Stellaris fell, and monsters roamed the curtain of Veil of Reality, screaming.
Guilliman heard prayers from men and women, young and old, all kinds of people.
They were praying, they were weeping, they were waiting for the Emperor's salvation.
Guilliman saw a scarlet world erupt into war.
Mortal soldiers, shouting the Emperor's name, perished together with the enemy.
He saw the desperate Sisters fighting relentlessly against the tide of heresy.
He witnessed the loyal Astartes fighting to the very last moment.
He saw that Sanguinius' home planet was being besieged by countless Xenos.
Guilliman saw everything that was happening in the Milky Way.
So dark, so hopeless, not a glimmer of hope or light in sight.
Human civilization has reached the brink of destruction.
The suffering of countless mortals assailed Guilliman's soul.
It made him empathize, and made him unable to help but let out a silent scream.
What a devastating burden this is, one that even the gods would find difficult to bear.
His father, the great Master of Mankind, the man denounced as a despicable liar by traitors, had endured this for ten thousand years.
"He cannot control his own power."
Guilliman arrived at a terrible conclusion.
He had no idea what had happened in those ten thousand years!
The Emperor did not die, but he also did not return to the humans he loved most.
He seems to be teetering on the brink of life and death, and may never return.
He might even stand up from the throne in the next second.
The Emperor's will did not descend for long.
Nothing can sustain His will forever.
Passing even a portion of the information to Guilliman was the limit.
Unless, He sacrifices countless lives of Macragge.
When Celestine burst in,
The Cherub glanced at her and then turned to ashes.
"Praise be to the God-Emperor."
Celestine performed the Aquila Salute and offered a devout prayer.
The power of the God-Emperor dissipated, and that terrifying will receded like the tide, as if it had never existed.
"Living Saint, what kind of divine decree has the God-Emperor issued?"
Eleanor's voice came from behind.