True Hope Remained

Han Mingxuan and Lorgar walked out of the Throne Room together.

As soon as he stepped outside, he saw the Primarch standing outside the Throne Room.

The Primarch, who had returned safely from the front lines in Cadia, were now in high spirits.

This battle against Chaos was a genuine victory.

"Demigods of the Imperium, you have done well to return after ten thousand years. Go and see your father."

Thank you for your help, sir.

The Primarch of 40K bowed in turn, expressing their highest respect for the Father of Night.

"Roboute, come here for a second."

Guilliman was somewhat confused, but he still walked up to Han Mingxuan.

To show respect, Guilliman crouched down to be at eye level with Han Mingxuan.

"Sir, is there anything else you would like to advise me on?"

"I wouldn't call it giving advice; I just wanted to ask if you're awake?"

Guilliman hadn't expected Han Mingxuan to ask that question.

However, after this great battle, he has fully awakened and gained a certain understanding of the current state of the Imperium.

"I am certainly sober now, sir."

Han Mingxuan nodded, and then he picked up his Staff.

"It's good that you're awake now. Listen carefully," Han Mingxuan said, tapping Guilliman's head with his Staff.

Guilliman didn't understand why Han Mingxuan did this, but this great being must have had a deeper meaning in doing so.

It doesn't hurt, but it feels a bit strange.

After the Primarch of the 40K had all gone to the Throne Room, Han Mingxuan looked at Perturabo.

"Long time no see, Perturabo."

Perturabo said nothing; he simply knelt down on both knees.

"Uncle, I have let you down."

Han Mingxuan raised his hand, and Perturabo stood up.

"Everything was destined after the Ullanor Crusade; you don't need to be sad about it."

"Besides, look at me, I'm doing just fine now, aren't I?"

"By the way, what about the Night Haunter Angron?"

"They are deploying joint defenses with the Baal System to prepare for the impact once the Great Rift fully unfolds."

"That would be best, Lorgar. When do you plan to make your move?"

"Uncle, Lorgar, who has fallen into demonic ways, has bound the final spell to himself and can begin at any time."

"Then let's wait a bit."

Before Lorgar arrived, many plans might have had to guard against Warp interference.

Now that Lorgar has arrived with his people, the Warp is no longer a concern.

We could wait until the Punishment Star and the Baal System are adequately prepared before opening the Great Rift.

Moreover, opening the Great Rift does not immediately lead to a full-scale war.

Both the Imperium of Man and the Chaos Gods knew this.

Once the Great Rift unfolds, the Imperium of Man's counterattack will be incredibly fierce.

The intensity of the war between the two sides will exceed that of the Horus Heresy.

This battle will be the final war.

The Imperium of Man won, Warp God vanished forever. Even if it were to be reborn, it would be tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of years from now.

If the Imperium of Man loses, then the entire Imperium of Man will become a hunting ground for the Chaos Gods.

The outcome of this battle will determine success or failure, so both sides will only maintain peace until the actual war begins.

That is, the Cold War.

In the Throne Room, the Primarch of the 40K were all paying homage to the Emperor.

However, compared to the last time they remembered seeing the Emperor, the current Emperor was much better.

Since most of the Dark King's power has been burned away.

Furthermore, the Throne Room now has Sinleech and the God of War in charge.

The Emperor was feeling very relaxed, so when the Primarch saw Emperor, he was no longer a skeleton.

"Father, you are in much better condition than I remember."

Vulkan felt genuinely happy.

"Yes, the current Emperor of Mankind just look emaciated, skin and bones," Sinleech said indifferently.

The current Emperor is skin and bones; before, he was just a bunch of bones.

"My children, I am so happy to see you again after ten thousand years."

"Your return has injected tremendous power into the Imperium of Man; similarly, this battle has given humanity hope."

"My Scions, since that devastating war, humanity has once again found hope."

"All for the Imperium of Man!"

The Primarch stood in the Throne Room, seemingly already envisioning a glorious future for humanity.

"Roboute, my thirteenth son, Lord of the Ultramarines, you will now take charge of the Imperium."

"You will become the Lord Commander, commanding all forces throughout the Imperium, to prepare for the final war."

"Yes, Father, but I have another question."

This question had been weighing on Guilliman's mind ever since they overheard Lorgar's conversation.

Roboute.

"Corvus, the betrayal ten thousand years ago, the painful Despair of ten thousand years, should teach us to be honest with each other."

Roboute wasn't looking at the Lord of Ravens when he spoke; he was looking at Sinleech.

"An educated Blue Hamster is different; it's very clever. I can give you a definite answer to what you're thinking."

A definite answer!

"So, you really are Warp God!"

Roboute clenched his fists, looking at Emperor and the two gods beside him.

He didn't know what the current Imperium of Man was, nor whether the current Emperor was still Emperor.

"Why are you exactly like your Dad? Just like Lorgar you see, we don't belong to this era either."

"Now I can tell you very clearly in the name of the God of Wisdom."

"We are the gods of 30K, we possess positive authority, and we have a responsibility to this universe."

"And those Chaos Gods you know, Roboute, they're nothing but a bunch of insects."

"My sincere warning to you is to never let anger get the better of you. Don't you think about it? In the final war, who will defeat those three Chaos Gods?"

Sinleech's divine aura was fully unleashed, forcing Guilliman to calm down.

"Chancellor Minister, do you mean that you will be the ones to deal with those Chaos Gods?" Corvus asked incredulously.

"Of course, Lord of Ravens. You've hunted in the Sea of Souls for millennia, so you should know that the Warp has two sides."

"We came here to eliminate those Chaos Gods."

"No matter how much power those Chaos Gods have combined, we will eventually slay them."

"But what are you doing this for?"

Everyone knows the impact that Chaos Gods have had on Imperium of Man, and now suddenly a guy has appeared who claims to be True God.

The Primarch of the 40K could not help but ask what the other side's intentions were in doing this.

"The reason is simple, Lord of Ravens, we have come here to acquire enough power to complete ourselves."

"In terms of logic you can understand, this is in our favor."

Corvus accepted Sinleech's explanation.

Seeing that the Primarch had no more questions, Sinleech announced something.

"Roboute, now that you have returned to the Imperium, the power of the Imperium should also be handed over to you."

As he spoke, Sinleech took out the seal symbolizing the power of the Chancellor.

"From this moment on, it's time for me to step down."

Guilliman took the seal with some skepticism.

To his surprise, the moment the seal was in his hands, the former Imperium Chancellor had already disappeared.

"Where did he go?" Guilliman asked, looking at the God of War.

"I don't know, they probably went for tea."