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Amidst the piercing, ear-bursting ringing, came the voice of the Legion Pharmacist, Melusin.
He struggled to open his eyes.
“Casca, you’ve regained consciousness, but—don’t get down! The situation is still very serious.”
"What am I doing..."
"Inside the stasis field, the Eisenstein. I don't know how they got the ship here, or how we were teleported up, but... none of that matters."
“Listen, your body can’t handle this energy. If you force it, it will only cause a huge subspace energy explosion—what did Qi Le say again? Like the explosion of the Eye of Fear.”
“You must enter the static field. I… I will try to create a suit of armor that will allow your body to move without breaking.”
Then I'd become Guilliman...
Kaska thought helplessly.
"Where is Fugrim...?"
“We did not find her exact teleportation location, but I believe we can all sense that she is still alive.”
They've disappeared, haven't they...?
no......
He has to wake up... He still has a mission to complete...
"Casca!"
"Stop! Don't get up! We have to protect your body!"
"Stop right now!!"
At that very moment, a voice suddenly cut through the cacophony of the Emperor's Son's shouts and directly entered Casgar's mind.
If you don't go to sleep soon, you'll be working overtime for ten thousand years like Guilliman!
Casca: "......"
No, why didn't you say so earlier?
Hey.
Casca's body immediately fell backward.
He stopped struggling and quietly lay down in the static force field.
Leave of absence form (in a static force field)
The next chapter will be 40 words long.
No update tomorrow. I've been writing for over three months since the book was published, so I'm taking a day off.
Let me also carefully sort out the context of 40K.
—Let's just consider it as entering a static force field.
Chapter 211 Only You Know
Everything is passing away at this moment, and everything around you seems to be dissolving at this moment.
The pain stemmed from the impending explosion of his entire body, the regret of his unfinished mission, and the urgency to see Fugrim vanish into the void.
At this moment, Kasgar could feel... all the negative feelings that had once lingered around him had vanished.
All that remained in his heart was... peace.
"Where...is this?"
In a daze, Kaska opened his eyes.
gold.
All things in heaven and earth were bathed in a golden light, and everything was enveloped by an even deeper, endless void.
There is no time, no space; it's as if nothing exists here.
"you're awake."
In this void, apart from Casca, who had just struggled to wake up from his coma, another voice came from in front of him.
Emperor.
The tall, golden figure of the other man formed a faint halo of light in the backlight. Although Casca did not hear his voice, the heavy and powerful words had already reached his heart.
"What time is it now, and where are we having this conversation?"
What do you want to tell me?
"And where is Fugrim now?"
Casca asked quickly—this was the first person he had seen since waking from his slumber, and he needed to understand the situation as soon as possible.
Has ten thousand years passed and we entered the 40K era? Where are Fugrim and his imperial sons now?
What was the ultimate outcome of the great rebellion?
Has everything changed because of his efforts?
Will the human empire become better with his help over the past two hundred years? Can this world escape its fate as a cesspool?
Or is it that he, a mere mortal, is nothing more than a speck of dust in the long river of time in this universe, and that his attempt to change his inevitable fate is simply wishful thinking?
"We are still in the thirtieth millennium."
All the ideas that Casca had in his mind were instantly rejected by the other party.
It's not over yet.
The Emperor, clad in golden armor, declared, "Horus and his traitorous legions have surrounded Holy Terra. With the warp blocking our way, time and space are frozen in this moment."
With the help of Kasgar, the rebel army's fighting strength was greatly weakened - not only was Horus the only Primarch who actually came to besiege Holy Terra, but also Alpharis, who was rarely seen.
Even the legions that came to his aid were only a few Astartes leaders from traitorous legions.
"Then they have no chance of even getting into Terra? Rogdorn and his Mountain Array are still here; the Solar System can be completely defended!"
Kaska said quickly, somewhat excitedly.
Doesn't this mean that the epic battle between the Emperor and Horus might never happen again, and the future of the human empire might be—
"What you expected did not happen, and everything is going as usual."
The emperor poured cold water on him.
After Koz arrived and teleported Kasgar and Fugrim away, when Shadowmoon Wolf—who was later renamed by Horus to the extremely unpleasant "Son of Horus"—searched for the originally missing and unconscious Phyllis, everything except her silver arm had vanished without a trace.
Without the Primarch's command, the entire Tenth Legion was leaderless and on the verge of a brutal civil war—
The chaotic forces of the Four Gods intervened in the infighting within the Iron Hand, personally selecting the captain of the Sorog clan, the most eager to avenge the Primarch, the Iron Father [Shadrak Medusa], blessing him and elevating him to the status of a demon prince, and choosing him as the leader of the entire Iron Hand.
Under the influence of chaotic forces, the Iron Ten Legion, which was originally on the verge of collapse, was melted back into one.
Medusa successfully completed his mission—after integrating the Legion and restoring the Steel Hand mechanical legion's production lines, even though the Primarch had disappeared, a steady stream of mechanical steel troops continued to pour out of the production lines.
Even under the influence of the whispers of chaos, Medusa attached Phyllos's remaining silver iron hand to a mechanical construct, attempting to use this method to bring the Primarch back to the Legion.
However, this time, there was no Wokan to smash it to pieces with a single blow.
Under the influence of the chaotic machine "Philus," the entire legion began to run wildly toward unstoppable corruption without end.
Even though the Primarch is no longer around, with the support of various dark technologies and the torrent of steel that keeps pouring out of the production lines like fast-moving products, the major battles in the solar system still turned in favor of Chaos.
With an endless torrent of steel and a variety of wondrous gadgets from Philus's warehouse, the rebel army, led by Horus, the chosen one of the four gods, has already approached the walls of Holy Terra.
"Now, Guilliman's reinforcements have been delayed for nine hours indefinitely, and everything on Holy Terra is frozen in time."
"Unless I can finish this final battle with Horus, it will never end."
"The location is on the Vengeful Spirit."
Everything turned out the way Casca least wanted to see.
The final battle between Horus and the Emperor will still break out, and Saint Gilles will still die at Horus's hands in order to fulfill the final prophecy.
It seems that everything he did in the more than two hundred years of the Great Expedition was in vain.
"Did I... fail?"
He was filled with frustration.
"No. You've done very well, Casgar."
You have done your best.
"The Internet Project has not completely failed. Although my children are scattered, there is still a possibility that they will come back to us in the future."
Most of the Primarchs did not participate in the rebellion. Although they also harbored resentment towards the Emperor and the Great Crusade, they were equally wary of the power of Chaos.
As long as they do not offer their souls to the Chaos Gods, they can still rejoin the Empire in the future.
—Except for Mortalian, nobody wants him.
"I......"
"No need to say anything more."
It was a heavy yet gentle force that fell on Casca's shoulders.
The gentleness comes from the heart. The heaviness, however, lies in the responsibility.
"But it's still... those nine Primarch Legions that have rebelled..."
Even the destruction inflicted on Terra by the Iron Hand far exceeded that of the rebellious Emperor's Son.
The emperor was actually right.
If you really have to choose between Phyllis and Fugrim, Phyllis and her terrifying steel hand are a card that should never be given to the Chaos side.
“Everyone has their own nature,” the Emperor said, his face still displaying an inscrutable light in front of Casca.
“You want to save them, but you can’t stop their predetermined fate of death except by making them suffer a complete defeat.”
Take Magnus, for example. Even if Casca used all its strength to extricate him from Tzeentch's plan, and repeatedly warned him of the dangers and horrors involved...
Given the chance, he will still cause a major disaster in the next stroke of luck.
"We are all extremely confident people, and we all believe that we have the ability to save the world."
"For Primarchs, perhaps only by falling in the same place twice can they truly feel the tragedy that will happen in the future."
Every emperor will encounter his Magnus.
Of course, every Magnus will also encounter his Ahriman.
Everyone gets their just deserts.
"But you still insisted on the Great Crusade, and insisted on having the Primarchs participate in this expedition."
Even if you already know that they will eventually turn against you.
"Casgar said."
He could understand the emperor, but he could not agree with his actions.
If he knew from the beginning that a great rebellion was inevitable, and that he understood the nature of the Primarchs—such as Magnus and those rebellious legions that were determined to go down a dark path—why didn't he take action against these guys in advance and extinguish them before they caused any trouble?
"And you also know that Horus is very likely to become a puppet vessel of Chaos, so why didn't you prepare in advance?"
“We can extinguish the source of chaos—as long as the leader of the rebel legion is gone, we—”
"look."
The emperor pointed forward.
......
The lower level of the nest city.
I don’t know which planet or what kind of city it is, but it seems that there is not much difference between these things in the human empire: dilapidated machinery and metal constructs are surrounded by layers, and ugly buildings like junkyards lie haphazardly.
The foul odor of industrial waste gas mixed with the stench of rotting biomass soaked everything here.
This place, which may not seem like a human settlement, is the "home" that countless imperial people rely on for survival, and which they can never leave in their entire lives.