Chapter 632 Questions

Tarasim has done many dissections, and the alien anatomy books used by the Empire today are still written and proofread by him. He has a deeper understanding of this situation. In the past, he just regarded the similarities between species as coincidences.

But now it seems that this is not the case.

The species created by the Old Saints are very similar to the creatures that evolved naturally in the universe. Did the Old Saints absorb the creativity of the universe, or did the universe absorb the ideas of the Old Saints?

No one can tell this clearly.

"This 'human' does not refer to humans, but all creatures of the same type." Orikan told Trasim his thoughts, "These humans are making grand preparations with the help of the ancient Eldar and the technicians of the Higher Technology Association."

"And that throne is the device to complete this preparation.!" Trasim added what Orikan had not finished.

A factory used to create pain, a machine used to extract souls.

There is also the wreckage of the Pharos Lighthouse made by their clan floating in the air. This thing is actually the Star Torch on Terra, providing a sufficiently stable reference in the subspace to determine the direction.

At the most intense time of the War in Heaven, the Warp and the real universe were almost indistinguishable from each other. The terrifying battle between the Star Gods and the Ancients stirred up a monstrous soul tsunami.

These humans are trying to replicate the soul tsunami of the War in Heaven, and controllably absorb the souls into the throne, using the lighthouse to attract more souls in the Warp.

"We are separated in the flesh, but we are integrated in the soul. And what this person will eventually achieve is..."

"The God Emperor." Orikan had an answer, but after thinking for a while, he still felt something was wrong. "I think the God Emperor is just one of the small stages to be completed by this device. There should be more things behind. We need to ask the Subjective, maybe he can provide us with more information. I know nothing about the Holy Terra of humans."

"I don't know much either. But my servants who stayed on Mars often receive a secret mission from the Imperial Guard. The Golden Throne began to fail. The consumption of firewood for psychics is increasing."

"Maybe not It is incapacitated, and the energy accumulated by the Golden Throne is about to meet the activation standard. Will that witchcraft bacon start it? "

"I don't think he will start it. The activation standard may have been accumulated long ago. In the period of the Final Producer Enterprise, the Iron Man War, the Age of Strife, the Great Expedition, the Great Rebellion, and the Decadent Empire, the throne has been passively and actively absorbing more soul power over the past tens of thousands of years."

"So the throne is on the verge of the limit of containment and is about to cross the safety valve. In order to avoid self-destruction at the last minute, the throne is likely to start automatically."

"Very likely." Trazyn's words made Orikan's data core tremble.

"What will happen then?"

"I don't know, Orikan."

The projection of scientist 02 talking eloquently disappeared, and the train also arrived at the top of the building. The maids stood on both sides, leaving the middle aisle for everyone.

A huge obelisk appeared, built entirely of black stone and living metal, engraved with the entire history of mankind in the past.

The tip of the obelisk released a ray of light, sweeping over everyone and returning freedom to their bodies.

"Your choice? Serve the dream of ascension, or choose to sink into the old cycle."

The long silence was also a kind of response. The obelisk could only say with regret, "Then we can only take compulsory measures. When the dream of ascension is realized, your merits will be recorded in the form of ascension."

Everyone was ready. Although they had no confidence in their hearts, this universe taught them such a truth.

The species that were unwilling to fight desperately in desperate situations have all become extinct, and the remaining species are all madmen who regard sacrifice as nothing.

The giant obelisk not only has heavy Gauss beam artillery and particle whips, but also has a spirit-exorcising dead zone generator specially used to deal with psychic energy, and a locking anchor point to counter space-time spells.

"We need a battleship to destroy this thing." This is the most effective advice that Trazyn can give, but the primarchs will not be scared by this thing.

No matter who built it, it cannot stop them from rebuilding the strong heart of the empire.

The Gauss tearing beam of the obelisk attacked, and a golden sacred shield stopped the attack and protected everyone.

The sainted Celes knelt on the ground, holding a rosary in her hand, reciting the Emperor's Word.

The same was true for the Sisters of Battle and the Crusades. They shed tears for Celes' saintly light and felt deeply humbled by the greatness of the Emperor.

Dorn was extremely disgusted with this religious ceremony, while the other Primarchs were not surprised.

"Dorn, remember what I told you? Times have changed." Perturabo said this to Dorn calmly, and he knelt down with Chagatai and Fulgrim, praying to the Golden Throne in the distant Terra.

The Holy Shield became thicker and thicker, and it remained motionless no matter how the obelisk attacked.

The Exorcist Death Domain was not activated either, because in the analysis of the obelisk, he could only connect the Holy Shield with the veil that isolated the warp.

Dorn was shocked, very shocked.

His expression was the best portrayal of a shocked brick.

He couldn't understand what was happening in front of him, and only felt that he was trapped in the terrifying illusion created by Lorgar.

The strong faith also awakened another saint. Roca's body, which was lying on the shield, cracked open, emitting golden light and bursts of hymns.

His body was completely broken, and Roca was now a golden light source, projecting a light full of hope, piety, and warmth.

The nuns were moved to tears, tears falling from their eyes, and the Space Marines knelt on the ground, praising the Emperor for all his efforts to protect mankind again and again.

"Praise the only Lord of Mankind!"

Among all the kneeling humans, only Dorn stood blankly. He opened his lips and said tremblingly, "Father, what have you become?"

The cry of faith extended through Roca's body to the warp, passing through the barrier set by Tzeentch, and Tzeentch had no intention of blocking it. He looked at the message with complicated eyes and sent it to the side of the Emperor.

The melee of the three gods has become a melee of the four gods. Nurgle smashed the bell at the Emperor with great momentum, and Khorne also cut off a knife from the interference of Slaanesh.

This knife was not slashed at the Emperor, but at Nurgle who attacked the Emperor.

Nurgle, who was stabbed in the back, shouted angrily, "Khorne! I'm helping you!"

"The Lord of War doesn't need any help! You all! Must! Die!!!"

(I just realized that the chapter number is wrong, sad, I won't update tomorrow)

Kaban Mechanic, a kind of hateful intelligence invented by the Dark Mechanicus