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"Little friend, why did you come here?"
"I......"
The boy looked the demigod up and down, who had a perfect face, and ultimately chose to believe him.
"I've heard that comets symbolize the arrival of gods... so I wanted to see what gods look like, and whether they would help me..."
Will the gods help you?
After listening, the noble demigod sneered.
It's somewhat interesting, but not much.
The lower levels are always full of these fools who daydream about ascending to heaven.
“Hound, you tell this brainless scum the whole truth.”
......
The truth is cruel.
All this hope is nothing more than an illusion woven by those in power.
The image is modeled after a comet that appeared when the gods descended to earth, intended to give the lower classes a pitiful hope, making them believe that they too could receive divine favor and become one of the gods' offspring.
However—for some reason, even though it had been performed not long ago, another miracle occurred this time.
I can't understand what those upper-level managers are thinking.
"How could this be! I... I thought—"
I thought...
"What do you think you are? An incompetent, lowly piece of trash? Do you think the gods would favor a fool like you, or a noble being like us?"
He narcissistically brushed his beautiful, smooth, long white hair.
It was clearly him—a demigod, the son of a god.
He is stronger, smarter, more confident, and more charismatic; he is overwhelmingly superior in every aspect.
The powerful facts immediately shattered the boy's pathetic delusions.
"Hahahahahaha!"
Uncontrollable laughter filled the area in the next moment.
What a laughable bunch of lowlifes!
He's gone mad with daydreams, actually believing that some god would favor such a lowly being as himself!
This is utterly ridiculous! Absolutely ridiculous!!!
"Reporting, sir! The impact point—there doesn't seem to be any debris near the impact point?"
Just as he was laughing wildly, the words of the policeman beside him interrupted his joy.
No?
How could there not be?
Could this kid possibly take it away?
His questioning gaze fell once again on the thin boy.
"I don't know! I don't know anything!"
“It’s simple if you don’t know,” the white-haired demigod in purple-gold armor smiled gently. “Little friend, we’ll give you something interesting, and then you’ll know everything.”
"To be honest, we recently got some fresh stuff from the Dark Eldar—"
!
Before he could finish speaking, in the next instant, a hand that seemed to be able to seize fate by the throat reached out from the back of his neck.
......
"Uh... let go... let go—"
How did they manage to do that?
Out of the corner of his eye, the prince tried to figure out who this person who had suddenly appeared behind him was.
A Space Marine, wearing the standard Mark 7 armor that looks utterly tasteless, painted in an even more tasteless black and gray.
On its shoulder, a plain red scorpion was painted with bright red paint.
I wondered who it could be.
Turns out he was just an ordinary Red Scorpion with no special identity!
The emperor's son immediately recovered from his previous panic and fear, and his tone became sharp and high-pitched again.
"Red Scorpion! I'm warning you, let go!"
"To dare to harm a member of the Son of the Emperor without any justification is a serious act of treason!!"
Is he crazy?
They actually harmed the son of a great emperor just because of the life or death of a worthless mortal!
This is the culture of our Chermos, the warband of our great sons of the Emperor!
"...the emperor's son."
The prince could never have imagined that his words would ignite the very core of his anger.
"You dare call yourselves sons of the emperor?!"
"Open your dog eyes and see who your father really is!!"
The golden-red flames burst forth uncontrollably in everyone's field of vision.
After the flames flickered, the noble purple-gold armor reappeared on the land of Chemos.
Chapter 231 Ten Thousand Years Later
......
not long ago.
"...It's too late!"
Kasgar, who was using all the psychic power in his body to sustain himself through the warp portal, was gradually losing power over time.
Even with his near-infinite psychic power, maintaining the shape of an entire battle barge while using his remaining strength to hold the portal rift in the warp turbulence was still extremely difficult.
We're traversing... we'll be there soon!
So close!
Sensing that its power was gradually diminishing, Kasgar anxiously stared at the battle flagship that was slowly disappearing into the warp.
Just as the flagship was about to be swallowed up by the other side of the rift, he acted immediately.
With their last bit of strength, they charged toward the illusory portal that was flickering with an unstable light.
Unfortunately, just as he was heading towards the portal rift that had become somewhat illusory under the turbulence of the warp, the latter finally succumbed to the pressure, its illusory light flickering, and it was about to disappear completely before Kasgar's eyes.
......it's over?
His heart sank.
Without the warp of a warp portal, having lost almost all of his psionic power, he would face endless warp storms—and even if he were to survive, where would he be swept away by these turbulent currents?
Everything was unknown to him.
Kasgar is now the only hope for the human empire, and he cannot afford such an unacceptable loss!
We absolutely must go through the portal!!!
But things backfired.
broken.
As the psionic flames extinguished after their final counterattack, Kasgar, having lost all its psionic power, was propelled away from the teleportation rift by the warp turbulence.
Is it going to fail...?
At this final moment, a golden light reached out to him from the boundless void.
......
Calm, peaceful, and serene.
Kasgar felt he was in a unique place—here, there was no pain from the tearing of warp currents, nor the exhaustion after depleting his psionic power.
It was as if all the pain and suffering had been wiped away at this moment, leaving only peace and tranquility.
Where did this roll up to?
Kasgar struggled to open his eyes and used the renewed psionic energy within him to survey his surroundings—it was a place shimmering with golden light, dazzling golden light flashing before his eyes and stretching to the endless horizon.
Yellow... the Golden Throne?
What is this doing?
Upon seeing the enormous, golden throne before him, his heart sank.
After being swept into the spatial turbulence of Naya, you're now stuck working overtime in the Curse Binding, right?
This way of dying is just too ridiculous!
Casgar
[No. 21]
[The one who does not exist]
[The Successor]
【world】
The sound, like a booming bell with multiple echoes, seemed as if countless mouths of men, women, and children were whispering in Casca's ear at the same time.
Clearly, it was the being on the Golden Throne who called out to Casgar.
Emperor?
To be precise, it was a human emperor who, after ten thousand years on this golden throne, no one knew whether he was dead or alive, human or god, or some other more terrifying being.
It is rapidly transforming into a human god-emperor—Casgar can even sense the deviation from its former self.
Finally... an opportunity has been found!
Finally, he managed to utter a complete sentence.
......
"So, you mean you were the one who caused this warp turbulence?"
"Then...why did you do that?"
The force required to create a subspace turbulence is not small.
Casca couldn't figure out what the other person was planning, but since he was already inside, he had to listen to what he wanted to do.
Just as Casca was filled with doubt, another massive amount of information, carrying an echo as sacred as a cathedral, resounded continuously in Casca's ears.
"What do you mean the Son of the Emperor has deviated from the ancient oath? I must infiltrate in person to find out the truth?"
Casca pondered for a moment, then looked up.
"Okay, I believe you."
"But since you invited me here, you must not have come just to say this to me, right?"
Although the human emperor was not in good condition at this time, he seemed to still be able to communicate normally.
Instead of being deified as in the original story, which frightened Guilliman into shouting that his father was King Connor.
Perhaps Guilliman's seven thousand years of governance played a significant role; or perhaps the power of chaos had been accumulating in the shadows over the past millennium, daring not to make any move that would threaten humanity; or perhaps the Imperial Truth of the Human Empire had gained the upper hand in this struggle against the State Religion.
If his current cognitive abilities are still considered half-human, then this is probably not a bad thing for Casca.
【No】