Global Emperor Epiphany

Huron did not make the people wait long, soon appearing on the globally broadcasted podium.

He looked solemn: "Citizens of Badab, today is an important day. Prior to this, we judged the fallen nobles, eradicated the gangs that oppressed the people, and corrected erroneous faiths. We established a unified government, improving living environments for all citizens as much as possible. The path we tread, the road we walk, has won the approval of the Emperor."

Most of the citizens watching the broadcast felt a deep resonance with this. Whether it was the distribution of starch cubes and water, the engineering projects under construction all around, or the earnest government personnel replacing those gangs, all of it had brought tangible improvements to their lives.

Huron continued: "Today is the Emperor Ascension Festival. Likewise, it is the day the Emperor returns to the mortal world, proud of all of us! For Badab! For the Emperor!"

From the upper hive to the underhive, sweeping across the entire hive city, a tidal wave of roaring shouts erupted: "For Badab! For the Emperor!"

Even Huron, delivering the speech from inside a sealed room, seemed to faintly feel this wave of sound.

Without hesitation, he clicked the "Emperor Epiphany" decision.

A hundred political points vanished in an instant, and an unknown force once again manifested within the warp, locating the Emperor's will.

The Emperor felt a sense of nostalgia at the shouts rising from Badab.

Those were shouts born of hope and dreams, the kind that back during the Great Crusade could only be heard when eradicating xenos and heretics who oppressed and enslaved humanity. He never expected to witness such a similar scene now.

Even if what was being eradicated was the "Imperial Orthodoxy".

When that unknown force sought Him out once again, He was not as resistant as before; instead, He felt somewhat curious about how this force intended to manifest a miracle.

Yes, the moment this force appeared, He knew the primary power behind the epiphany was not His own.

Following the actions of this force, the Emperor found that the domains representing "purification," "retribution," and "blessing" within His realm suddenly surged in strength, and along with them, His power abruptly ballooned like an inflating balloon.

This inflating power was illusory, clearly the result of a temporary bestowal by the unknown force.

Unimpeded by the veil between reality and the warp, this inflated force inexplicably appeared over Badab via the Great Rift, enveloping the entire planet.

From a psychic perspective, the entire planet instantly became brilliant gold with blazing flames, resembling a miniature Astronomican.

In reality, a wave of golden flames swept across the globe without causing any harm.

Everyone saw the symbol of the Emperor amidst the flames.

A warm golden sun.

It perfectly matched the description of the Human Evangelical scriptures, bringing a sense of reassurance to all.

Huron, who had also seen the Emperor's symbol within the psychic flames, was somewhat dumbfounded.

This isn't right, why did the Emperor's symbol turn out like this? I had already figured out how to patch things for the cold black sun, and yet it actually turned out like this?

Then who's going to make up for my missing cold-ass joke?

Aside from the illusions, the psychic flames were also cleansing the warp pollution across the entire planet.

The domains of "purification" and "retribution" worked in tandem, purging all warp pollution from the entire world.

Whether they were cultists, wild chaos sorcerers, or warp fiend illusions, all were consumed by these flames, burning fiercely and sending pillars of fire shooting into the sky.

This scene naturally stood out, unique and different. Receiving a system prompt that such locations harbored warp pollution, he quickly connected to the channel of Chief Librarian Amos.

"Chapter Master, is something the matter?" Amos's voice carried unprecedented excitement and relief.

"Pay attention to the following locations. There may be warp-polluted individuals purified by the Emperor. Bring them back, place them in detention, and keep them as reserve choices for the Chapter Librarians."

Huron told Amos the various purification locations he had observed.

Previously plagued by the difficulty of tracking psykers, most of whom had already fallen to Chaos, they suffered from a shortage of psyker reserves, leaving the entire librarius with fewer than a hundred men.

If any of these purified psykers survived, they would be Emperor-certified elite psykers. They rightfully belonged in the Astral Claws as fine librarians.

"Those locations with pillars of fire shooting into the sky? I understand, Chapter Master." As the Chief Librarian, he could naturally see the global anomalies, which was also the reason for his immense excitement.

Though he did not know why the Emperor's symbol was so gentle this time, the sensation of that psychic power was unmistakable.

This must be the Emperor's mighty work!

If those psykers could survive the Emperor's judgment and purification, how were they any different from God-sworn saints?

Therefore, Amos dispatched all the librarians to various locations to round up the psykers, and went out himself, leading a team to one of those sites.

And that very site was where Liam was preparing to hold his celebration ceremony.

After a period of development, his charm had grown increasingly potent, and an entire engineering crew numbering in the tens of thousands had been easily reeled into the cult he had created himself.

Hearing that today was the day of the Emperor's descent, he gathered all his cultists to watch Huron's speech together, preparing to witness the Emperor's descent and celebrate in unison.

Before the Emperor's descent, he wore self-made purple robes, sitting in groups of six alongside cultists similarly attired in purple.

As for the reason for grouping by six, it was because he preached that the Emperor had nine loyal divine sons, and they dared not overstep, limiting themselves to groups of six.

After Huron finished his speech, the cult members also shouted "For Badab! For the Emperor!", and drank deeply from the purple wine in their hands.

Then the Emperor's psychic flames descended, roasting everyone into pillars of fire.

Because the number of people was massive, this wave of flames was exceptionally colossal, thereby attracting the attention of Chief Librarian Amos.

"Ah! The power of the accursed one! How did He find me?!" Liam heard the voice that had always guided him to become more perfect and excellent suddenly let out a shrill scream.

His mind also shook off the corruption of Chaos, snapping awake.

The moment he thought of the various anomalies about himself, especially how he had inexplicably trusted that strange voice, he broke out in a cold sweat.

Fortunately, he was still at the very beginning stages, and the worst thing he had done was tamper with the specific doctrines of the Gospel of Humanity, without committing any monstrous atrocities yet.

The screaming of the strange voice in his mind grew fainter and fainter, finally dissipating into nothingness. Only then did Liam realize his whole body was ablaze, yet he felt no pain.

He immediately understood this to be the Emperor's mercy and forgiveness: "Praise the Emperor!"

Most of the remaining tens of thousands of cultists had merely been bewitched by Liam, so their problems were naturally minor. Once the Emperor's flames burned their minds clear, they extinguished.

When Amos arrived at the ritual site with a squad of ordinary Astartes, he saw a group of people in colorful clothes burning purple garments, along with a man whose body was still engulfed in blazing flames.

Amos immediately raised his guard, approaching the human torch with a psychic suppression collar: "Citizen of the Emperor, do you know what wrong you have committed?"

Liam raised his hand in a French military salute: "My lord, I hearkened to the bewitchment of the voice in my mind and committed wrongful acts."

Seeing that this psyker was clear-headed, Amos slipped the collar around his neck and took him and everyone at the scene back to the Chapter Monastery prison.

Once the Emperor's epiphany concluded, the librarians and chaplains would screen these individuals.

Ordinary people would receive appropriate punishments and be granted their freedom, while psykers would earn the chance to join the Chapter and become librarian reserves.

Because those who survived were all Emperor-certified pure ones, those cultists and chaos sorcerers who had used psyker powers to commit frenzied deeds left behind nothing but a smear of pure ash by the time the librarians arrived.