Omnissiah, Eternal God of All Machines

While the Emperor journeyed to the Super God Universe, Malcador, ever the diligent worker, was constantly busy.

He bore the weight of all human imperial affairs, from the seven continents and four oceans to Luna itself.

He formed the High Lords of Terra Council and rebuilt a Terra devastated by neglect.

He assisted the War Committee in allocating war materials, producing war equipment, and reconstructing orbital stations and void platforms.

He urged the Gene Cult to invest resources into the Astartes program, select suitable candidates, and implant the initial Gene Engines of the Imperium.

Waldo, meanwhile, was secretly executing the Institute's plans while also devising ways to purge rebels within the Imperium.

Terra remained a world dominated by violence, enduring the birth pangs of a new era.

The old powers defeated by the Emperor had not yielded. They roamed the wilderness and the dark corners of cities, secretly cultivating their influence.

Some of them could not face reality, unable to accept the arrival of a new age.

Others knew full well what was happening; they swore to destroy this dawn and return Terra to the chaotic dark ages.

The followers of the gods continued to spread their faith in secret, intending to inject corrosive poison into the very foundations of the Imperium.

Waldo had to resort to extreme measures to resolve these issues and defend the nascent Imperium.

Concurrently, Waldo oversaw the construction progress of the Imperial Palace.

Built upon the Himalayas and the Tibetan Plateau as its foundation, it was an unprecedentedly magnificent structure.

The climate on the Himalayas was unpredictable, with thin, icy air.

Simply stabilizing the climate required processors to work day and night at full capacity.

Buildings like the Tower of Hegemony and the Imperial Senate, which would later become centers of power, were still in the foundation-laying stage.

Both men were busy defending and expanding this new empire.

When the Emperor returned, they would report their work to him and, as per his instructions, muster the great army.

When Raven returned to the real universe.

The great army had already assembled in Terra's near-Earth orbit.

Hundreds of majestic warships floated in the cold expanse of space.

A magnificent golden warship stood out the most; it was the fleet's flagship, named the Emperor's Grand Plan.

"This is a warship left over from the Golden Age. It was abandoned due to the outbreak of war before it was even completed."

"We salvaged it from the Void and modified it."

Malcador explained the origin of the Emperor's Grand Plan.

"I must say, its appearance is quite impressive."

Raven nodded, looking at the golden eagle on the Emperor's Grand Plan.

The Emperor was also satisfied and reviewed the information regarding the Emperor's Grand Plan.

"The Emperor's Grand Plan uses plasma propulsion engines in the real universe, and it utilizes the Warp for faster-than-light jumps. Unfortunately, we still haven't found a suitable alternative to the Warp."

Traveling faster than light using the Warp was the cheapest method, requiring very little technological skill.

Many civilizations in the galaxy couldn't even build complete warships, yet they could travel faster than light using the Warp.

The wormhole technology commonly used in the Super God Universe was, in essence, not much different from Warp travel.

The Emperor had long realized that the Void and sub-biological entities mentioned by those civilizations were actually the Warp and the Void Realm.

The only difference was that their reality barriers were exceptionally strong, and the Warp was very calm, with no un-born entities.

Therefore, their wormhole technology was exceptionally effective, allowing them to easily reach any point in the known universe without any defensive measures.

The only commendable aspect was the displacement technology Karl used when designing the Emperor and Keisha.

It altered the relative position of a target, forcibly transferring it elsewhere.

This technology was more advanced than Warp travel or wormhole technology.

If it could be applied militarily, the human Imperium would no longer be sailing under the watchful eyes of the gods.

The Emperor planned to visit the Super God Universe after finishing his current affairs to obtain the technology from Karl.

"The fate nodes of the Super God Universe have changed by over 30%, and established destiny has completely collapsed. If you go in again, you'll be able to use your full power."

Upon learning of the Emperor's plan, Raven explained this to him.

The Emperor nodded. "The Super God Universe has significant problems; perhaps the entire universe is a breeding ground for Void creatures. If I can use my full power, I'll have more confidence."

Upon his return, the Emperor analyzed all the intelligence he possessed.

The so-called ultimate fear was either a group of powerful and terrifying evil gods raising all civilizations in the known universe.

Or it was those ancient civilizations, after developing, systematically harvesting the civilizations that grew later for some nefarious purpose.

Raven leaned towards the Emperor's latter speculation.

Those mindless evil gods would be clumsy in such work; they wouldn't be able to erase all traces.

Only powerful civilizations could achieve such perfection.

"The more advanced civilizations didn't help the backward ones; instead, they locked down their technology, penned them in like livestock, and exploited them relentlessly. It's truly tragic."

"Perhaps all the technological achievements painstakingly developed by civilizations in the known universe will ultimately benefit them."

"When we next enter the Super God Universe, we'll find a way to unravel those mysteries," the Emperor declared. "Regardless of the circumstances, I will never allow humanity to be reduced to livestock penned by evil gods or those ancient civilizations."

The Emperor's tone was resolute.

He couldn't stand by and watch humanity be repeatedly reduced to livestock penned by ancient evil gods or civilizations, periodically harvested by them.

He could not tolerate such a thing.

No matter which universe they were in, humanity should be supreme.

"Let's conquer Mars first, big guy," Raven said.

The Emperor nodded and turned to look at Waldo.

"Set forth, target Mars."

Waldo nodded and had the herald transmit the order to each ship.

Ship after ship ignited their engines, brilliant blue flames illuminating the dark, cold Void.

Terrifying thrust allowed the massive hulls to advance.

They flew along their pre-set course towards the third world conquered by humanity's ancestors.

Mars.

Mount Olympus.

This was a majestic peak, over thirty kilometers high with sheer cliffs, towering from the crimson surface of Mars.

According to records from the Golden Age, Mount Olympus was the most magnificent peak on Mars, and indeed, in the entire solar system.

The sky above the mountain peak turned exceptionally furious.

Terrible storms churned the thick, dark clouds, as if the end of the world had arrived.

A tremendous roar descended from the sky, and occasionally, golden light pierced the clouds, shining down onto the crimson ground.

Such commotion drew much attention.

The native inhabitants of Mars gathered near Mount Olympus, their faces showing unease and reverence.

Knights piloting mechs climbed to the mountain peak, activating their shields and weapons, standing ready.

The churning dark clouds began to rain, to the astonishment of the Martian inhabitants, not just over the Mount Olympus range, but the entire planet.

In the earliest years of humanity's Golden Age, terraforming projects had brought life and hope to Mars.

However, in the centuries that followed, Mars saw the construction of numerous foundries, continent-scale refineries, and millions of weapon factories.

Their appearance caused the newly revitalized Mars to die once more.

From then on, it never rained on Mars again.

And today, it was raining on Mars once more.

For the inhabitants who had never seen rain, this scene was no less than a miracle.

As everyone was immersed in this miracle, the roaring from the sky reached its peak.

Brilliant and radiant light cut through the clouds, shining down from high above.

Crimson lightning leaped across the sky and earth like a spiderweb.

A magnificent golden city pierced through the clouds and slowly descended.

The city shone with brilliant light and color, its immense size beyond mortal imagination.

A massive golden eagle figurehead stood at the front of the city, with tall towers and battlements densely extending to the other end.

The engine arrays beneath the city flickered with the light of incredible energy, supporting the massive city's suspension within the planet's gravitational pull.

This was the Emperor's flagship – the Emperor's Grand Plan.

"Blood of the machine, how did they manage to suspend such a behemoth within a planet's gravity?"

The knights and native inhabitants of Mars all showed expressions of shock.

The colossal spaceship hovered less than a hundred meters above the ground.

The roar of its engines was like thunder, deafening, and the released energy stirred up violent winds.

Piston mechanisms, larger than Titan mechs, let out a screeching sound as they slowly lowered a gangway wide enough for the entire Adeptus Astartes to walk abreast.

As the gangway descended, the light from within the ship poured out, bathing the Martian land in a warm, passionate glow.

A man clad in golden armor descended the gangway, the radiance moving with his every step.

When his feet touched the Martian soil, the storm vanished, and the light that had filled the entire sky disappeared.

In the dim world, the golden light emanating from him became the sole source of illumination.

Countless witnesses to this scene held their breath.

The arrival was so perfect, so divine.

He wore no helmet, nor any visible breathing apparatus, yet was completely unaffected by the toxic air of Mars.

The man walked up to the foremost knight and spoke in a steady, resonant voice.

"Your mecha has been damaged, Taimon Forticordia."

In the low Earth orbit of Mars.

Raven was aboard a spacecraft with Waldo and Malcador.

"Old man, the big guy has landed. The great Omnissiah, the eternal God-Machine, is about to perform his miracles. Hurry up and make the clouds churn even harder."

"Big Corn Cob, make it rain quickly. Turn the weather controller's power to maximum and create a super strong gale. The big guy doesn't need it."

"What about lightning? Hurry up, more lightning, the whole sky should be filled with it."

"Can you guys do it or not? If not, you can go guard the ponds."

"Make the scene grander, that's how it'll be exciting, how it'll pop."

Raven shouted incessantly, looking very excited.

Malcador: "..."

Waldo: "..."

You shouting like this makes us look like fraudulent charlatans!!

I've read some materials, and the Warhammer universe has wormhole technology.

During the Golden Age, humanity built various hubs to connect to different wormholes, but fundamentally, they still utilized the Warp for travel.

This is a fanfiction. Some basic rules will be merged and reinterpreted. I hope everyone enjoys it.