Golden Big Guy

Terra.

Late in the Unification Wars.

The battlefield of the Navia Peninsula.

The Emperor, his entire body shrouded in radiance, strolled across the war-ravaged frozen plains, his face devoid of any emotion.

The golden armor he wore warded off the biting wind, and a bare Longsword hung at his waist.

Its Power Field had yet to be activated, and the circuitry covering its blade lay cold and dormant.

Crater holes left by artillery fire dotted the surroundings, while gray, radioactive snowflakes drifted down from the sky.

Around the Emperor, the power armor of the Thunder Warriors emitted a low hum.

They marched with heavy steps, searching across the battlefield.

Rescuing surviving comrades and executing enemies who still clung to life.

The Emperor strode across the battlefield, passing the soldiers groaning and pleading for his help.

Passing the cold corpses.

He walked toward the circular formation surrounded by the Adeptus Custodes.

At its center stood a lone, gray-haired man.

The man wore a tattered robe made from the fur of cloned creatures.

He shivered uncontrollably in the freezing wind.

He desperately hugged himself, hunched over and cowering, his body covered in wounds.

The man's name was Morransen. He was the supreme ruler of the Morransen Federation and a mad worshipper of Chaos.

He commanded a fanatical religious army.

He was one of Terra's many warlords who had sought to prevent the Emperor's unification.

Like the other warlords, he had ultimately been defeated by the Emperor's mighty armies and reduced to a prisoner.

"So, is this the end of it all?"

Morransen looked at the approaching Emperor, a desolate smile on his face.

The Emperor remained silent. The cold wind stirred his long black hair, while the sun, devoid of warmth, made his Longsword gleam.

"Why?" Morransen looked up at the Emperor. "Why did you slaughter my people like this?"

"Your people will live. You and your mad army do not have that right."

"Master of Terra." Morransen pronounced the title word by word, then burst into manic laughter.

The Emperor shook his head. "Wrong. Master of Mankind."

"Hahaha, all mankind? One planet still cannot satisfy your appetite? You do not even intend to spare the stars in the sky? Your arrogance is beyond cure."

The Emperor did not argue with him further. He slowly surveyed the entire battlefield.

"Victory is mine."

"Tyrant, butcher of the civilized world."

"I brought enlightenment, and I will bring new light. Humanity will rise again. To rule the galaxy is the manifest destiny of our race."

"What you bring is a curse. In the name of salvation, you have pushed humanity toward destruction. As long as I draw breath, I will curse you. One day, everything you have built will turn to dust."

The venomous curse provoked the anger of the Adeptus Custodes.

One of them stepped forward and struck Morransen with the butt of his spear.

He had not intended to kill Morransen, but his strength was too terrifying.

With a single blow, half of Morransen's face was reduced to shattered flesh and bone. Even his eyeball was smashed into pulp, and crimson blood streamed from his socket.

"Enough, Sagittarius."

The Emperor called out the Custodian's name, stopping his further violence.

He remembered every Custodian's name.

Because each of them had been created by his own hands.

They had been trained from childhood, each one a perfect creation.

The Custodian showed hesitation, but eventually lowered his head in apology and returned to the ranks.

The Emperor looked pityingly at the screaming Morransen.

He could see through all falsehoods to the true nature of things.

In his sight, Morransen's soul had long since rotted away.

Beneath that seemingly human body lurked a loathsome Warp monster.

Smooth obsidian claws writhed, while those hideous mouths laughed and endlessly let out blasphemous, frenzied shrieks.

"Your soul has long been utterly corrupted by darkness, reduced to nourishment for those loathsome things. I once warned you to stay away from those so-called gods."

"They do not care what you believe in, nor do they care whether you are devout. They only want you to offer up one bout of mad violence and slaughter after another."

Morransen raised his head and opened his mouth toward the Emperor, wanting to say something.

But the Emperor no longer listened to him. Instead, he activated the Power Field of his Longsword.

Flames traced the patterns upon it and enveloped the blade.

The Longsword swung down, and Morransen's head fell into the snow.

The soldiers erupted into cheers.

At that moment, the voice of Waldo, commander of the Adeptus Custodes, sounded through the Emperor's private channel.

"Your Majesty, there is something in the bunker that you should see for yourself."

The bunker where Morransen had hidden was a complete mess.

Broken stones, mangled corpses, and weapons and equipment belching black smoke lay everywhere.

Military troops composed of ordinary humans were clearing out the fortress.

They used bulldozers to carry the broken bodies and charred wreckage outside.

When the Emperor appeared, everyone saluted him with worship and reverence in their eyes.

Waldo, commander of the Adeptus Custodes, stood alone in a room deep within the fortress.

The Adeptus Custodes at the door saluted the Emperor.

After entering, the Emperor saw what Waldo wanted him to see.

Atop a cylinder half a meter thick and one meter tall, made from some unknown material, sat a strange raven sculpture.

Waldo saluted the Emperor. "My apologies. I should have gone out to receive you, Your Majesty."

"But this sculpture is somewhat strange. Whenever one looks away from it, the memory disappears from the observer's mind. Only upon seeing it again do the relevant memories return."

"That is impossible." The Emperor instinctively rejected Waldo's words. "You possess absolute memory. Anything you have seen can never be forgotten."

"I tested it, Your Majesty. The first time I left, I forgot it. Only when I turned around and saw it again did I remember that it existed."

The Emperor tried looking away.

He discovered that his memories of the sculpture were silently fading.

First its specific details, then its general outline.

Before his memories of the sculpture vanished completely, he turned his gaze back.

The memory of the sculpture once again surfaced clearly in his mind.

It was so bizarre that even he could not retain memories of it after looking away.

"It can be touched, but when I tried to destroy it..."

Waldo suddenly thrust out his halberd. The halberd, covered in arcs of electricity, bizarrely passed through the sculpture.

As though it were not a physical entity existing in this world, but an illusory projection from a higher dimension.

Yet Waldo's other hand was still touching the sculpture's physical form.

The Emperor approached the raven sculpture and instinctively touched the strange object.

The protagonist of destiny has been detected. Initiating revival procedure.

Streams of light surged forth, covering the cold sculpture.

A moment later, the raven became a living creature.

Its feathers were pitch-black, and its eyes were exceptionally bright. It could freely escape the pull of gravity and walk through the air.

"Would you like to make a contract, mortal? So long as you are willing, you can obtain supreme power, wealth, and authority."

The Emperor's expression remained as calm as ever, without the slightest emotional fluctuation at the raven sculpture becoming alive.

"A creature of the Warp? Such clumsy tricks of deception truly have no originality."

The Raven examined the man before him, who regarded him with complete disdain.

Black hair, black eyes, nearly four meters tall, dressed in golden armor, his whole body wreathed in radiance, with a crown of thorns upon his head.

Then he happened to see the commander of the Adeptus Custodes in auramite armor. He held a Power Field-activated halberd, bright arcs of electricity dancing at its tip.

"A shining golden Big Guy, golden armor, halberd, power weapon, human, and I set the selection range to Earth. His Psionic Power is this terrifying too."

The Raven muttered as he spoke, then seemed to realize something and widened his eyes.

"Holy shit, are you the Emperor Big Guy?"

The Emperor looked at the Raven, whose face was filled with shock after calling out his name, and activated the Longsword in his hand.

Golden flames rose along the patterns etched into the blade.

Terrifying power of finality surged through the heavy blade.

The Raven flapped his wings and backed away several steps.

"Big Guy, do not attack, do not attack. I have connections across the heavens. The risks are a little higher, but the benefits are great too. We can cooperate."

"I do not cooperate with demons." The Emperor's voice was icy cold.

"I am not a demon. I am a traveler who crosses the heavens, fundamentally different from the demons of your universe."

The Raven's words made the Emperor stop.

"The heavens? Our universe? Does that mean you come from another universe?"

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