The warm golden sun he had seen before appeared before his eyes again. Now, as long as he focused and meditated, he could see the vision once more.
At the same time, he found his control over Psyker Power far more effortless. The surging power that had once required careful handling, along with the daemons lurking within it and eyeing his soul, had all vanished. He could now wield his Psyker Power without restraint, greatly increasing his strength.
Huron had only taught the Librarius about daemons after the Emperor's Epiphany.
Before that, they had only known that "evil creatures" in the Warp would attempt to possess souls. Huron had not dared tell them the specifics.
But now that they had the "Emperor's Gaze" buff, he could systematically pass on everything he knew to the Librarians and let them study more targeted methods for dealing with daemons.
Especially now that they had become God-Chosen Librarians, they could deal special, true damage to daemons.
"Oh, damn. Psyker Power could actually be micro-controlled to this extent." The Emperor, who had watched the entire process from behind the screen, marveled at that unknown force's fine control over Psyker Power.
Even He had once only been able to overwhelm things with brute force, using all manner of large-scale Psychic Spells. Though their effects had been astonishing, He had never been capable of such delicate control—let alone now, after being worshipped by the Imperium of Man for over ten thousand years and getting stuck halfway through ascension.
Even though His current power was extremely weak, the nature of that power remained unchanged.
In particular, the faith generated by the previous worldwide Epiphany and the daemons burned to death during it had noticeably increased His strength.
If it had been Him, He could at most have ensured that these Librarians survived briefly and completed their mission. Afterwards, they would certainly have died.
How could He have steadily created God-Chosen like this?
After thinking it over, He sent a message to every Librarian.
"Follow Huron's guidance."
Amos was somewhat surprised upon receiving the Emperor's oracle.
It was not merely because he had been able to receive such a clear oracle from the Emperor immediately after becoming God-Chosen, but because the Emperor had specifically named Huron and told him to follow his guidance.
Combined with the Chapter Master's many previous miracles, a new thought arose in his mind.
Perhaps Huron was the one chosen by the Emperor to save humanity?
Naturally, Huron knew nothing of this. Seeing that all the Librarians had recovered, he asked, "How does it feel? Is anything wrong?"
"No!" Amos immediately replied with respectful deference. "Everything is normal. I have already received the Emperor's oracle."
"So He was that eager to pass along a message? Why didn't He chat with me instead?" Huron was curious about the oracle's contents, but he did not intend to pry.
"Since there are no problems, put the interrogation of the Pure Ones aside for now. We'll go to the Astropathic Chamber and see whether we can contact the Lamenters and Mantis Warriors."
Amos had no objection. "As you command, Chapter Master."
Though Amos's attitude felt somewhat strange, Huron was not surprised. The old Emperor had probably seen the benefits and decided to increase His investment.
After bringing everyone from the Librarius to the Astropathic Chamber, Huron smelled incense.
As an Astropathic Chamber that used incense year-round to stabilize the Astropaths' minds, the place had practically been steeped in the scent.
More than a dozen Astropaths were still working with the aid of Psychic Amplifiers and Protective Devices, attempting through coordinated efforts to send messages out or receive information from other Astropaths.
Yet their efforts remained futile. The Warp was in complete chaos, without a shred of useful information.
Sweating profusely and looking dejected, the Astropaths left the Astropathic Chamber and headed for the infirmary for examinations and psychological treatment.
Only then did they notice Huron and his group outside the chamber.
"Chapter Master!" The leading Astropath looked somewhat flustered. "I..."
Huron patted his shoulder to steady him. "Rest easy. You've already done very well. Get some proper rest and take care of yourself."
Fishing for information in the treacherous and ever-changing Warp required no small amount of courage. Huron naturally would not blame them.
Rather than fault others, it was better to find a way to solve the problem himself—especially now that he had cheats.
"Yes..." The Astropath left in shame.
Huron then sought out the Astropathic Choir's administrator and asked him to organize a new Choir Ritual, stating that the Librarians would be joining as well.
The administrator was surprised. "This... Librarians and Astropaths do not communicate in the same manner. Without having undergone a binding ritual, I'm afraid they cannot cooperate. They may even interfere with one another."
Powerful Psykers could also use their own Psyker Power for ultra-long-range communication. The most classic example was the psyker pony's super telephone.
But that relied entirely on brute force, and most people did not possess Psyker Power powerful enough to span hundreds or thousands of light-years.
Astropaths relied on the Emperor's blessing and Encrypted Communication, turning information into compressed messages in bottles before flinging them in every direction, hoping that another Astropath would retrieve and decrypt one.
The two methods were entirely different, so the administrator did not believe Huron's idea could succeed.
Huron had Amos demonstrate his Psyker Power. As a blaze ignited in Amos's hand, the administrator sensed the same blessing of the God-Emperor—one even more vivid!
Huron explained, "Everyone in the Librarius has now received the Emperor's gift. All of them are Emperor's Chosen and can serve as Astropaths."
The administrator immediately arranged a new Choir Ritual and had the Librarians join it.
The ritual began quickly.
Following the usual procedure, the Choir first had to protect and conceal themselves, then use Psyker Power to encrypt the message they wished to transmit before projecting their souls into the Warp to send the encrypted packet.
There were two methods: one was to send an encrypted packet directly to a specific Psyker, while the other was to broadcast an encrypted packet across a wide area.
Since stable contact with the other two Chapters had inexplicably been cut off, the administrator had originally intended to continue broadcasting. But once the ritual began, he realized that everything was completely different from what he had expected.
With an anchor through which to project His power, and with the setting being the Warp environment He knew so well, the Emperor naturally began to exert His strength.
In the administrator's eyes, the entire Choir was enveloped in the Emperor's golden light. Every evil spirit desperately tried to flee from that radiance, and the Choir had no need for protection or concealment at all.
Then the golden light directly crossed hundreds of light-years, linking the Psykers of the Lamenters and Mantis Warriors as well, allowing the three Choirs to communicate directly without relaying compressed packets.
The Emperor of 30k did not do such things. On one hand, He had merely been a powerful Psyker at the time, unlike now, when He was both a racial god and half His ass was stuck on the Chaos Octed.
On the other hand, the Empire had been too vast. He simply could not safeguard Psyker communications across the entire Empire, and the Four Gods were not pushovers. If He dared protect them, they would dare cause trouble.
But the current situation was highly unusual.
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