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"Remember! Never send the Emperor a speech that is too penetrating at this time, absolutely not!!!"
This is terrifying! Why is everyone so fixated on Old Man Huang's online channel?
Kasga really sacrificed so much to protect Old Huang's net.
"But what other options do we have to resolve this crisis?"
The Chaos Gods' plan was indeed flawless—since you, Kasgar, are so capable, why not imprison you in this warp storm until the Great Rebellion ends? Wouldn't that cause the Imperium of Man to explode?!
Forced ban.
Unfortunately, Kasgar also had a group of helpers that the Chaos Gods could never have imagined—the Eldar pirates, those pointy-eared allies.
However, due to their previous reunion with Mortalian and Phylos, the Eldar pirates had to leave their fleet and go elsewhere.
The best course of action now is to wait for Irele and the others to return, and then use the network technology to temporarily send a few people back to warn them.
—That's normal. In the official history, Volkan was able to return to Terra only because of Eldrad's power.
The Lord of Fire Dragons also did it.jpg
"All members of the Son of the Emperor, prepare for battle."
"Furthermore, the raging subspace storms could pose an unexpected threat to us at any time, so we must always be vigilant in protecting the safety of our ships."
"We will remain adrift in this warp for some time, awaiting the return of our allies' fleet."
Although it's unlikely they'd directly spawn demons inside the ship's cabin at this point... who can really say that those Chaos Gods, who'd flip the table if they couldn't win, wouldn't do that?
As for now, let's just drift slowly in the warp; there's no use in rushing.
......
"So, your god has already begun to act?"
Back in his cabin, sitting in his office, Casca picked up the dagger and asked...
I didn't know that He had abandoned me.
“That’s pretty pathetic,” Kasgar laughed. “But I don’t see any difference between favored and unfavored demons like you.”
It's simple—if you really want to cast a curse, the thing will stick to him all the time, and you can't shake it off no matter how hard you try.
Even if you try to destroy me—it won't work if you try to destroy me with the Extinction Order. I can come to your side at any time. As a curse that draws your sword, you can't destroy me.
"Destroying you won't work?" Kasgar said. "What if I burn you with my psionic flames?"
If I could burn you, I would have done it already. Now that I've switched sides, of course you can't burn me.
"Don't evade my question. I want to know if I wanted to remove a demonic sword like you, could my psionic flames actually destroy it?"
【sure】
Just as Kasgar was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the next words from the stabbing sword sent him plummeting into the icy abyss.
You can certainly destroy it, but with the power of the dark gods, how difficult would it be to create another demonic sword that is exactly the same?
"..."
At that very moment, the expression on the face of the man-piercing sword suddenly changed from the smile he had been joking with to a gloomy one.
What's wrong? Why are you silent? Do you really want to kill me? I didn't do anything—
"Shut up."
Casca's expression grew increasingly grim.
"Nemesis Blade... I'm not sure I can destroy that thing!"
Kasga was extremely uneasy.
.......
The subspace storm still hasn't turned things around.
After flashing for a while, the starlight completely disappeared amidst the increasingly turbulent storm in the warp.
Lacking the guidance of the Starlight, the Emperor's Sons fleet is now in a state of complete blindness.
During this time, Irelia's pirate fleet came by, but they could only transport a small group of people back to the solar system through the network.
It's possible to walk, but only a few people can walk at a time.
Although the Eldar's Web Portal can indeed lead directly to the moon, any pointed-eared alien that dares to break in will be instantly hacked to pieces by the guards on the moon.
"Vespasen, you take that squad of the Emperor's Sons and go first."
Vespas was his most trusted man and the most upright son of the emperor.
Kasgar said gravely, “If we are wiped out in the next battle, the mission of restoring the Son of the Emperor will fall on your shoulders.”
Although the warp storm covered the entire Empire, the Emperor must have already learned of the Great Rebellion.
But knowing about Phyllis's news in advance would probably allow him to make better plans.
After seeing off this small group of the Emperor's Sons
Suddenly, an extremely bright light, like a beacon and lighthouse in the night, guided the Emperor's Son fleet in the direction of returning home!
It seemed completely unaffected by the subspace storm, and even created a safe and unobstructed passage within it.
That is--
There is no time to hesitate! With the warp storm growing ever stronger, the navigators cannot afford to let this golden opportunity to break through the warp storm slip away.
Who knows if that glimmer of light will vanish in the next warp storm?
"Wait! This might not be Star Torch!"
"It could also be Pharos—"
Before Kasgar could stop them, the ship had already passed through the warp rift and returned to the long-lost real world.
Several beautiful planets came into view.
Did they return to Holy Terra?
Uh......
—No, it's Macurag.
Surprised?
"Guilliman!!!"
How could you be so selfish!
Chapter 194 The Foolishness of Luojia
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The law of faith, the fleet of those who cherish words.
This incident likely occurred shortly after the Burning of Prospero, when Casca was dealing with the stabbings.
Ever since the scene of the Emperor slamming Magnus near Prospero, Luo Jia, who had been slacking off on the Great Expedition, has not dared to be negligent in the slightest.
In the following period, he corrected his past mistakes regarding the Great Expedition and is now working diligently towards the next goal.
"Sir, did you call me?"
Arriving in the Luojia Meditation Room was Amon, the former Thousand Sons and now a Space Marine of the Legion of Word Bearers.
Similarly, after the Thousand Sons Legion was completely dismantled, some of the Thousand Sons followed Amon to the Legion of Word Bearers to fight alongside them.
Even though he could no longer use psionic power, and even though he had only undergone partial transformation due to his age... his inherent abilities and extensive knowledge of the subspace were still worthy of respect.
"Yes."
Luo Jia said, his head still looking out the window. Even though he had his back to the other person, Amon could still see his hesitation in his eyes.
"I... may have discovered something amiss, but I'm not sure about everything I'm seeing."
Luo Jia turned around hesitantly, her face full of worry: "In these days of meditation, I have been seeing a terrible future, a prophecy that is hard to accept."
"In the near future, the warp storms that will engulf the entire galaxy will shatter us into countless fragments, and our Emperor will soon sit forever on that golden throne, unable to move an inch."
"What on earth is going on, Amon?"
"You used to be a wizard, and I know you've reformed, but what are these prophecies all about? Am I really seeing fragments of the future universe?"
"I don't know, sir."
Amon replied, "What you felt in your dream may become reality in the future, but it is too general and has no practical reference value."
Just as someone suddenly claims to have predicted that "people will die when they are killed," there was simply no way for Luo Jia to determine the outcome of what he said.
“If possible... sir, I hope you can explore the reasons for this during your next meditation.”
The reason...
"Okay, I see."
"You go down first."
.......
Concentrating intently, Luo Jia pondered for a moment before sitting down again.
During their voyage through the vast and boundless heavens, Luo Jia quickly entered a meditative state...
Tiny frosts condensed at Luo Jia's feet, a unique fluctuation characteristic of psionicists.
After the Nicaea Prohibition was issued, as a preacher of the Emperor and the truth of the Empire, even though Luo Jia was extremely afraid of the Emperor's punishment to some extent, he did not consider himself to belong to the category of psionicists through the power of prayer and faith.
They are in a state of confusion, similar to that of a rune priest.
Especially when the emperor is far away and the sky is high, he never hesitates to use his spiritual power to better serve the Great Expedition.
The emperor will surely understand him, as long as he doesn't go to the level of Magnus.
In this state of deep meditation, Luojia was able to feel that long-lost clarity.
It was as if everything had revealed its true nature before him, and he was able to understand the origin and changes of all things in this meditative state.
It is endless, but it all depends on his control.
This was a situation he had never encountered in his meditations before—as if something... an unknown life form was extending a helping hand to him, assisting him in understanding the truth.
Let him see more... more...
That is--
......
Luo Jia tried to open his eyes. He saw countless advanced machines, tools more refined and perfect than those used in the Forging World, creating a unique sword blade. He watched as the weapon gradually took shape, its craftsmanship unmatched even by the self-proclaimed elegant and exquisite Spirit Race.
However, it is not a human creation. The forging technique and mechanical structure are extremely complex, undoubtedly originating from an alien. The proportions of the blade and hilt seem somewhat strange, and the hands that forged it are covered with fine purple scales.
It was a blasphemous creation filled with evil, a weapon completely at odds with the Emperor's radiance.
What does this mean? What does it symbolize?
Luo Jia's spiritual journey continued, and he saw worlds engulfed in flames, endless wars ignited on billions of worlds, and entire galaxies once again falling under the flames of war.
It was an impossible scene; the ones battling it out in the world were Astartes, the Emperor's angels.
Comrades who set out from Earth and marched together into unknown territories are now locked in a fierce battle with swords and fists on an ever-changing battlefield. This illusion is deeply unsettling, but Luo Jia remains unmoved.
He had seen this situation many times in his previous meditations.
The scene then shattered, like a series of randomly pieced-together photographs: two sisters becoming enemies; a throne room or a bridge; a beloved son falling to the sword of a traitor, along with the iron-gray blade, the strike that changed the entire universe; a beloved father falling at the hands of his rebellious child.
Once again, Luo Jia saw Philus, a gigantic figure with astonishing power.
She took up the blade as a suitable weapon she had always lacked—she had forged a fireblade for Fugrim, but ultimately she had not been able to obtain another suitable weapon from her sisters.
Phyllis was annoyed that her supposed soulmate preferred another guy named Casca.
Kasgar and Fugrim, those two are truly enviable.
She wanted to completely destroy these two people, to make them—
"and many more!"
Luo Jia shouted, full of doubt.