When Disaster Strikes, None Can Escape; the Emperor's Era Has Ended

For Guilliman, everything was terrible.

A rebellion broke out inexplicably, reinforcements arrived inexplicably, and then inexplicably turned into a massive brawl.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I supposed to do?

These three fundamental questions about life were battling each other in Guilliman's mind, driving him to the brink of madness and causing his Super Brain to crash.

Even so, Guilliman, a super Muggle, still managed to catch a glimpse of something:

"No, I'm missing a part of my memory. Mordred, yes, that's the name! But who is Mordred?"

Guilliman instinctively swung his elbow, which relieved his pain slightly, but he still couldn't remember who Mordred was.

"Never mind, I'll fight all four of them together!"

"Pass on my order: All units, fire at will! Company one, board me!"

Guilliman's decision was undoubtedly correct. Since the Ultramarines had been lost and had hardly encountered any combat, they were essentially at full health and mana.

The other legions, though seemingly numerous, were mostly at low health, and even the Chaos God had been weakened to the extreme.

But Guilliman overlooked the fact that even a weakened camel is bigger than a horse; Chaos God is still Chaos God, especially within the Maelstrom created by Mordred, where they can invest even more power.

Now that all the Primarchs are laid out before us, what should we do? Go all in, of course! Warp storm activated!

A violent Warp storm swept in instantly, engulfing all the Primarchs into the Warp.

Seeing this, the Emperor did not hesitate and plunged in, thinking he could save as many as he could.

As expected, Sanguinius were the most sought-after commodity among all the Chaos God. Four large hands descended from the sky and grabbed Sanguinius's limbs.

The Emperor was not to be outdone; while the eldest son was being held captive by the Chaos God, he also grabbed the Great Angel's wings.

"Release!"

No, the Sanguinius is mine.

"You're talking nonsense, this is my son."

"Stop! I'm fucking breaking! Let go! Let go now!"

Faced with Sanguinius's wailing, the Emperor exerted all his strength, grabbing the two large wings and pulling them outwards. The other Four Gods were also unwilling to give up their beloved possessions, and chose to increase the pressure layer by layer.

But could Sanguinius withstand the combined pull of the Four Gods and the Emperor?

An unparalleled and powerful force surged repeatedly within his body, causing Sanguinius' limbs to stretch out little by little, as if being torn apart by five horses.

The Sanguinius's left hand flashed red light, his right hand flashed green light, his left leg was blue-purple, and his right leg was purple-blue. His two large wings had been plucked bare, and his head was flashing back and forth like a spotlight.

Unspeakable pain ravaged everything in Sanguinius, even causing cracks to appear in the very essence of his soul.

Sanguinius smiled with relief; rather than suffer like this, he might as well give himself a quick death.

Having lost his Spear of Accomplishment, and only having a large sword that had somehow appeared on his back, the Sanguinius, taking advantage of the fact that his head was still his own, didn't hesitate and twisted his neck 180 degrees, performing a "dog-sword-holding" move.

With a soft "thud," the weapon, which was more like a watermelon knife than Watermelon Knife, pierced through the Sanguinius's head and was instantly devoured by the Watermelon Knife, turning into a white skeleton on the hilt.

The great Lord Baal, the Primarch the Ninth Legion, the Great Angel loved by all, died so meaninglessly.

As Sanguinius' head emptied, his body was instantly torn into mincemeat, becoming five equal parts of Sanguinius.

Seeing the blood-soaked wings in his hands, an unspeakable rage instantly shattered the Emperor's reason. He grabbed his greatsword and charged forward.

At this moment, the Emperor greedily craved the Warp Energy, and the humanity of the man named Neos gradually crumbled. Dark golden flames Burning Fiercely on his body, and he instantly broke through the dangerous red line.

Seeing the Cursed suddenly go mad, the Four Gods were not to be outdone and turned to charge at the Primarch. Only an idiot would fight this thing head-on; the Primarch was the most important.

This infuriated the Emperor, who trembled with rage. Even though he had reached the state of Unity of Man and God the Emperor, he was no match for the four Chaos God Four Gods. He couldn't withstand their scramble and was beaten half to death.

Because some of their memories were erased, and the two dimensions were rapidly merging, all the Primarchs were mentally sluggish, or rather, they were struggling with the consciousness that had suddenly appeared within them for control of their bodies.

These fragmented consciousnesses, reduced to mere obsessions, were utterly powerless against the original entity. After all, those that could be dragged over had already been brought over by the Four Merchants; it was only a matter of time before they were crushed.

But now time is everything; even a brief delay has turned the Primarch into a lamb to the slaughter.

In this situation where everyone was under the influence of a "brain drain" effect, Zhuang Sen was the first to react.

In fact, Zhuang Sen didn't know what he had done. He only remembered that he seemed to have accidentally killed something. He thought it was a speed bump, so he ran over it and then came to his senses.

Driven by instinct, Zhuang Sen's body moved faster than his brain, grabbing Vulkan and Luojia, who were closest to him and in a daze, and initiating the Forest Walk.

Mortarion, on the other hand, was in a terrible state. Before Mordred died, he took the snacks from Mordred's body, leaving him with a completely muddled mind. When he opened his eyes, he saw a Green Fatty falling from the sky, hugging him tightly, and frantically pouring shit into his body.

"Quack--It's shit!"

Even worse off was Angron, who, due to the Warp storm, was next to Ferrus and Koz, whose bodies had been possessed, and Ferrus had attracted Slaanesh.

When he saw the Dark Prince rushing towards him, his subconscious told Angron that he absolutely could not be captured, or his life would be over.

Due to a memory gap, Angron was completely unaware that his true form was a thorn in his side. He tried to move his body towards the Emperor, but it moved in the opposite direction. In his panic, he crashed headfirst into the Khorne.

The kobold glanced at Omega, who was struggling desperately in his hand, and then at Angron at his feet. Khorne was momentarily stunned, but then felt an indescribable ecstasy.

No gambler loses every day, and then luck comes knocking, doesn't it?

"I, I..."

"What do you mean, 'what do you mean,' come here!"

Grab it in one go, refine it in an instant; even Red Sand Angel is Sanguinius.

In contrast to the Khorne's good fortune, Tzeentch was targeted by the Emperor. He tried to steal Alpharius but was thwarted by the Emperor, and he also tried to steal Guilliman but was thwarted by the Emperor first.

Between Corvus Corax and Perturabo, the Emperor did not hesitate to choose Corvus Corax, after all, Fulgrim and Ferrus were next to Corvus Corax.

Left with no other choice, Tzeentch had to choose Perturabo. It seemed like Tzeentch had lost out, but the cunning old fox always has a backup plan; he still has a safety net.

The battle between the Emperor and the Four Gods continues, and no one knows what is happening; everything is shrouded in the Warp storm.

When Zhuang Sen, Luojia, and Vulkan, who had regained consciousness, saw the Emperor again, Emperor was already severely injured and lying on the ground, barely clinging to life.

Meanwhile, Fulgrim and Alpharius beside him had also fallen into a coma. Ferrus was left with only his head and Watermelon Knife stuck in his body. Only Guilliman still had consciousness and was tightly bound to the Emperor's leg with a belt.

There was nothing anyone could do about the Emperor's injuries.

Vulkan is Perpetual; once he dies, he's gone. Zhuang Sen is adept at counter-terrorism and purges; sending him to study medicine would be worse than sending him to his death.

As for Luojia and Guilliman, looking at the Emperor who was barely breathing, they felt a sense of emptiness in their hearts. In their minds, there should have been a doctor among their brothers.

"Then why don't we kill Father?"

Vulkan's voice startled everyone; they all thought the seemingly thick-browed, big-eyed black man had gone mad, as they couldn't understand what he was saying.

But Vulkan had his own theory. "My father is Perpetual; even if he dies, he can be resurrected. Rather than let him suffer here, it's better to let him die quickly."

Upon hearing this, everyone surprisingly found it quite reasonable. So the question arose: who should be sent to stab the Emperor in the back?

Seeing his brothers instinctively looking at him, Guilliman felt completely humiliated.

"What the hell are you all looking at me for? So I'm the only one who has to be the bad guy?"

"I'd rather die than do it! Then why not let Zhuang Sen do it? Doesn't he call himself the big brother? Don't you guys forget, apart from Fulgrim, none of us are clean, and secondly..."

"Stop, stop talking, I'll do it."

Faced with Guilliman's questioning, the Lion King had no choice but to draw his sword and stand before the Emperor. Seeing the Emperor covered in cold sweat and his face flushed red, Zhuang Sen could only comfort himself by saying that it was all for his father.

"I'm sorry, Father, I'm doing this for your own good. I promise you'll leave this world carefree and without any pain, ah--"

With a roar, the blade, shimmering with Decomposition Field, slashed towards the Emperor's neck. But just as the blade was about to touch the Emperor's neck, a pair of large hands suddenly blocked the blade:

"Zhuang Sen, what are you doing?"

"Father, so you weren't dead!"

Whether the Emperor was dead or not was unclear, but he knew that if Zhuang Sen's sword struck him, he would die, even if he didn't.

Looking at his remaining offspring, the Emperor was filled with unspeakable sorrow. An indescribable grief washed over his soul, not only because of the current mess, but also Emperor felt he had forgotten something he should not have forgotten.

But the Emperor couldn't recall anything; he only knew that his time was running out and that he absolutely could not die.

Thinking this, the Emperor grabbed Zhuang Sen and Guilliman's hands. He seemed to see a phantom figure nodding at him—was that Horus?

No, my Sagittarius doesn't have that thick blond hair, so this must be Sanguinius!

The Emperor regretted not having spoken more with the Sanguinius, telling him that he knew all the Legion's secrets and that he didn't need to be so cautious, but now the opportunity was gone.

"Guilliman, my time is running out. Take me back to Holy Terra and place me on the Golden Throne. From this day forward, you will be the Emperor's Lord Regent."

"Father, I..."

"Stop talking."

The Emperor stopped Guilliman, saying in an unyielding tone, "You must protect our empire, that's an order. And so Zhuang Sen."

"Father, I'm here."

Looking at his sharpest blade, the Emperor made a rare little joke, "My forever proud little Lion, Fealty deserves the best reward. From this day forward, you will be the Empire's third, no, the fourth Warmaster."

"Come here, all of you."

Upon hearing the Emperor call their names, all the Primarchs gathered around, even bringing the unconscious Fulgrim and his companions to the Emperor's side.

At this moment, the Primarchs discovered that the Emperor was not as tall and imposing as they had imagined; in fact, he was unusually thin and frail. He had not recovered; it was merely a final burst of energy before his death.

"You are all my children, and from now on, this empire will be entrusted to you."

"But Father, what will we do if even you are gone?"

"Only God knows. Take me back to Terra quickly, Magnus can't hold on much longer, and neither can I."

Following this final command, the Primarch led the Emperor to Holy Terra. Under some kind of final blessing, the fleet sailed unimpeded, and even the Warp was unusually silent.

When the fleet arrived in the Solar System, upon seeing the twelve steel fortresses that were nothing short of insane and completely opposite in style, a sense of doubt arose in everyone's minds.

When did Imperial Fists and Iron Warriors become so close? Shouldn't Dorn and Perturabo be fighting the moment they meet?

They weren't the only ones with doubts about this; the Emperor, who was placed in a life support device, also shared these questions.

The loss of memory is not absolute; as long as it exists, it will leave clues. Even if he only has half a breath left, the Emperor can still use his Psychic Power to observe his surroundings.

The spiral towers, built at an unknown time and scattered throughout the Sol Sector, could be identified by the Emperor as some kind of faster-than-light communication device, though for some unknown reason they had stopped working.

There's also the Dreadnought on Ferrus, a model no one recognizes, and the heretical technology it uses is something even the Emperor haven't seen before.

All these anomalies led to one name— Atlas!

Like anti-counterfeiting labels, the black and red "A" Character Mark was ubiquitous both inside and outside the empire, its scale so large that, in the Emperor's view, it could even rival the Cult of Adeptus Mechanicus.

If this is only the surface, then the rooms built for each Primarch within the Emperor's Dream tell the whole story.

Looking at the room, which was completely different in style from the other rooms and had been transformed into an arcade, the Emperor was convinced that it was all related to his second son.

What baffled the Emperor even more was that there were Xenos on the Emperor's Dream: one was a tall Khorne, and the other was a cute-looking yellow Big Rat.

He didn't know the difference between the two Xenos Emperor that appeared out of nowhere, but he could recognize the other one.

Looking at the Big Thunder Sprout had already multiplied and thrived within the Emperor's Dream and was also lost in confusion, the Emperor was certain that this mutant was the Aeldari!

"Does that mean I had an affair with Xenos before?"

But no matter how hard the Emperor thought, he couldn't recall any memories, and even Atlas had no clue whatsoever.

Only those permanent fortifications, weapons, and countless shipping containers can prove that such a force once existed.

Furthermore, this force has infiltrated every aspect of the empire, including military, communications, logistics, and people's livelihoods. Even the Emperor suspects that only the Council of Terra has not been infiltrated.

Thinking of this, even though he was barely breathing, the Emperor subconsciously used his Psychic Power to open the cabinet and take out a box of cigars.

Looking at the grinning dog icon on the cigar, the Emperor seemed to realize something and subconsciously glanced at his neck.

A tattered but warm red scarf was tightly tied around her neck.

Through the red scarf, the Emperor saw a large black dog fast asleep in a coffin, wearing an identical scarf around its neck.

Around this lazy dog were fifty-five layers of Blackstone coffins. The outermost 54 layers were completely destroyed, and only the last layer was still shimmering with a faint emerald Faint Light. On it was an oil painting with several large characters written on the back.

"Seeing the painting is like seeing the man himself, Old Man Huang. I'll live off this little secret for the rest of my life. I'll definitely come back."

--Lord of Lord of Serenity, Father of Atlas, Legion Commander of the Burning Legion, Imperial Warmaster, Lord of the Dark Moon, Father of Neos, Great Forerunner, Successor of the Old Ones, the Imperium's Greatest Tech-Priest, Mushroom Demon King, Undefeated in Victorious in a Hundred Battles, the Galaxy's Coolest, Most Dominating, Most Evil, and Eternally Healthy Mordred!!!

"Haha, hahaha, hahaha, you bastard, there's no room for so many people here."

The Emperor didn't know why he was laughing, but he couldn't help it. All his bitterness and repression vanished in an instant, all because he remembered that name.

"Mordred? That's an unlucky name. Which idiot gave you that? Was it some mindless Khorne just hacks and slashes?"

The Emperor's unusual behavior attracted the attention of the Adeptus Custodes, who then discovered that their His Majesty, with his half-crippled body, was peeking out of his life support device, smoking and laughing unrestrainedly.

Why is Your His Majesty laughing?

"It's nothing, I just remembered some happy things. Hang this painting up for me in a bit, right opposite the Golden Throne."

Taking the oil painting that suddenly appeared in the Emperor's hands, and looking at the beautiful woman in it, the Adeptus Custodes immediately activated the recording device on his armor, and even made a copy to send to his good brother.

"I guarantee the mission will be accomplished, Your His Majesty. Rest assured, I will use the best Stasis Field to encapsulate this painting, ensuring it is not damaged in the slightest."

Anyone who wants to damage this painting must step over the corpses of all our Adeptus Custodes!

The Emperor suddenly regretted his decision; he felt that entrusting the painting to the Adeptus Custodes Guards was not a good choice, but he had no other option now.

The Emperor's mood improved, but this feeling was quickly swept away when he was carried into the Imperial Palace by the Primarch.

Seeing his emaciated old friend on the Golden Throne, the Emperor was completely overwhelmed, while Dorn felt utterly ashamed.

"Your His Majesty, you've finally returned! I feel I've forgotten so much. Magnus has been taken from us, the Thousand Sons Legion have gone mad, Dorn has done everything in its power."

Faced with Malcador's defense of Dorn, the Emperor nodded, and Malcador, as if using his last ounce of strength, collapsed completely onto the throne.

No! Malcador.

Already on his last breath, the Emperor had only managed to hold on until Terra through sheer willpower. Now, seeing Malcador fall before his eyes became the final straw that broke the Emperor's back.

However, just as everyone was immersed in grief, Malcador suddenly rose from the dead:

"Your His Majesty, I'm still barely breathing! Please save me!"

No one dared to delay any longer, and they quickly replaced Malcador with the Emperor. Although Malcador was still barely alive, he was only half alive, and half of his body shattered as soon as he left the throne.

Left with no other choice, the group could only keep Malcador alive by placing him inside Ferrus's Dreadnought.

As for Ferrus? He's not going to die anytime soon, so he can just find Dreadnought to make do with.

As he was placed on the Golden Throne, intricate and complex tubing began to be connected to the Emperor's body, sustaining Emperor life while also subjecting him to endless pain.

In the final moments before his consciousness faded into slumber, the Emperor saw the 782 Atlas writing furiously in the Webway, and also the few remaining Lizardmen.

The Emperor instantly understood everything. Without any hesitation, he used his last strength to cover the remaining Atlas before entering a long slumber.

From that point on, the era of Emperor came to an end.

The effects of the Great Heresy are far from over, and what will become of the Primarch who has taken over this mess?

"Perhaps only God knows."