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The Golden Throne... The Internet... Your Chance to Save Yourself...
"I possess the ability to repair the web? Right now, in the fortieth millennium?"
Casca was shocked.
If he could truly repair the network and allow all of humanity to depart from the subspace, why would he need to fear the existence of the Chaos Gods in the future?
But why had he never heard of such a method before?
"If I really can fix the network, what else do I need to do now?"
Now... is not the time...
They're keeping us in suspense again!
What kind of time is this to keep us in suspense!
"Isn't it the right time yet? If I remember correctly, you've used that excuse before."
Kasga said with some displeasure.
If he was once weak and merely a Space Marine with some strange powers, he is now powerful enough—Kasgar possesses strength and intelligence unmatched by ordinary people, and his psionic abilities and combat skills are comparable to Magnus's.
Kasgar possesses the power to save the human empire and is willing to shoulder the responsibility of saving it.
Why does the emperor still refuse to tell him anything?
You must... discover it for yourself on your journey.
[Once again...once again...between the thrones of Holy Terra...we meet again.]
I will... tell you... everything.
The golden light gradually faded, and the gates to the golden throne seemed to be closing on him.
Everything has fallen back into darkness...
......
After that, Kasgar remembered appearing in the twilight sky of Chemos and falling to the ground like a meteor.
Until it crashed into the surface of Chemos, colliding with the planet's barren desert and creating a...
Wait, a desert?!
Wasn't Chemos already transformed into a beautiful and bountiful planet, like paradise, before they left?
This is the home planet of the Emperor's son!
Even if the imperial princes have become incredibly incompetent, they should still be a battle group that strives for perfection and values honor!
Needless to say, resources are a given – even one of its subgroups, Red Scorpion, has a resource allocation that would make even the Man-Eating Shark extremely envious. As the sons of the Emperor, descendants of War Generals with numerous honors, the War Group certainly shouldn't lack resources!
How could it be that in these ten thousand years, instead of making progress, they have regressed to the state they were in before they even landed on Chemos?
Having never considered that this situation would occur, Kaska immediately concealed himself upon landing, using his psionic power to cover his form and hide in the shadows to investigate the situation.
Then......
Then, after listening to Casca the whole way, my rage bar exploded.
Son of the Emperor...
How did the emperor's son end up like this?!
".......Father?"
The eyes of the Emperor's son, whom Casca had mentioned, were filled with utter despair.
"roll!"
There was even a sudden jolt in my heart, a feeling of wanting to kick the other person away like a ball.
He preferred to believe that the other person called him "Dad" because he was trying to survive, rather than because the other person was actually his offspring according to their genes.
This is an absolute insult!
"You beast! I don't have a son like you!"
In a fit of extreme rage, Casgar unleashed his steel fist, delivering a fierce steel slap directly to the opponent's flamboyant face.
Snapped!
With a resounding slap, the man's face swelled up into a pig's head from Casca's punch, which was both firm and gentle.
Of course, Casca held back a bit in the end, so he didn't unleash the same flying head punch as the Lion King.
If Kasgar truly wanted his opponent to die instantly, the golden-red flames would annihilate him completely in the next second.
That slap was just a warning to make the other person realize reality; he had some more important things to ask them.
Tell me! What have the sons of emperors become these days?
"And you all. A bunch of scoundrels who rely on their master's power..."
Seeing that the upper-class city police officers around him seemed to still want to escape, Casgar didn't even move himself. He used the force field of his psychic energy to regroup these scattered guys and throw them down at his feet.
"Stop."
Amidst the groans echoing around him, he stared at the terrifying, purplish-gold creature that was gripping his neck and lifting him from the ground...
At this moment, only despair remained in the eyes of that emperor's son.
He could never have imagined that... the legendary purple comet that fell from the sky would one day actually be real.
"Now you can speak."
......
The Sons of the Emperor chapter was once an outstanding model chapter.
Even after the fierce battle of Istvan III, which brought the entire Sons of the Emperor to a standstill due to a sharp drop in numbers and the disappearance of the Primarch, the entire Sons of the Emperor was brought to a standstill.
Fortunately, with the help of the great apothecary Melusin, although not many sub-corps were formed during the second army formation, the Emperor's sons were able to fully develop and be reborn during Guilliman's regency.
The entire battle group gradually expanded in size, and its development flourished.
"Then what?!"
Kaska pressed for an answer.
Since the Sons of the Emperor chapter developed so normally during Guilliman's time, how could a scoundrel like you appear?
You're actually one of the few in the Sons of the Emperor chapter, right?
Most members of the Sons of the Emperor still retain the demeanor of ten thousand years ago, right?
Hurry up and say it's correct!!!
The problem arose later.
Although Guilliman's seven thousand years of diligent governance have been achieved in this timeline, a crucial stabilizing force is lacking.
【Empire State Religion】
The state religion is rigid, ridiculous, and the culprit that hinders the progress of human empires and is the root cause of their unsustainable collapse.
However, at the same time, the state religion also suppressed, to some extent, the killing of fellow human beings and social morality.
Regardless of whether the ultimate holders of power believed it or not, under the suppression of the state religion, they were ultimately afraid of being labeled as heretics and thus lived obediently.
Although the social structure may be decaying, there is still a structure that can exist.
While he couldn't guarantee the survival of the human empire, he could guarantee that it would die more slowly.
This is more than enough for the current human empire.
But the emperor's son believed in the absolute imperial truth.
They didn't believe that the emperor was an omniscient and omnipotent god, although the emperor's sons would claim to be sons of the gods because of this, but gradually they began to think that this was more of a convenient claim.
It is a tool that enables the Chemos to maintain their piety.
What happened next was much the same as anything that happened in any other world, especially the once-fallen Eldar Empire: the emperor's son, having lost his goals and direction, felt an endless void over thousands of years, a time far longer than that of ordinary people.
The sons of emperors have no enemies who can rival their existence.
Unable to cause any trouble, the alien enemies could only eke out a living and lie low in the face of the powerful human empire, waiting for their chance.
As for planetary rebellion... if any planetary rebellion could warrant the use of the Glory, the only Imperial Skyhawk wearing the title—Son of the Emperor?
Holy Terra?
In short, whether it was a problem with interstellar communication or the Ministry of the Interior not assigning enough challenges, the Emperor's Son was left idle at the Fortress Monastery and the homeworld of Chemos for a long time.
A perfect life lacks meaning.
Whether it be swordsmanship, art, or glory, the emperor's son felt an immense emptiness.
They follow the Astartes Codex and are known as Astartesian monks, but... what exactly are they practicing?
As the saying goes, when people are well-fed and warm, they think of lustful desires;
There's also a saying that goes, "It's hard to learn good things, but it's easy to learn bad things."
Ten thousand years is enough time for even the strongest fortresses to turn into ruins, and enough time for even the most enduring traditions to vanish completely.
When Guilliman was alive, many of the princes were able to pretend to be upright gentlemen.
But once even this last Primarch disappeared from the human Empire, the most glorious Sons of the Emperor Chapter began to let loose.
"From what you're saying, you're quite proud, aren't you?"
"No, no! I was only flattering them to fit in, Dad. Actually, I—"
"Don't you dare call me 'Dad'! I don't have a son like you!"
"Okay, Your Excellency... that's the situation. Can you put me down now...?"
"It's far from enough, far from enough."
"Casca said through gritted teeth."
He had previously considered whether there would be a problem with the recruitment of soldiers for the emperor's son.
Initially, the sons of emperors recruited the most virtuous and courteous young men from various noble families.
When the Great Expedition was thriving, every noble son would strive to earn the honor of his family and dedicate himself to it.
But Casca knew that as time went on, the nobles would gradually turn into arrogant fools, thus falling into a cycle of stagnation and corruption.
Therefore, after careful consideration, they ultimately chose to emulate Guilliman by building numerous officer schools on Chemos to recruit soldiers, thereby ensuring that the quality of the recruits would not ultimately be monopolized by the nobility.
Unfortunately, things did not go as Casca had anticipated.
Ten thousand years is far too long, long enough for the entire Space Marine Chapter to call themselves the Sons of God.
They do nothing else but lord it over their home planet.
As for resistance from the lower classes... that's even more impossible.
Who would dare to actually cause trouble on the homeworld of the Emperor's Sons Legion/Warband?
The symbolic significance of the Sons of the Emperor chapter far outweighs the practical significance of the existence of an Astartes chapter.
The principle that "too big to fail" doesn't need to be taught by members of the Emperor's Sons organization.
The Ministry of Justice bailiffs' electrified batons are about to fall on his head!
In order to instill fear and gratitude in the lower classes, all the green forests that had been built were deliberately demolished and leveled back into desert.
The toxins were artificially dumped into the ocean, and the air outside the city was once again filled with mutated radiation.
Here, even breathing deserves gratitude, for it is the great children of God who have given you the right to breathe.
If they don't obey, this endless desert will be their final destination!
Even if the city has abundant resources, more than it can use... it's both laughable and tragic that everything is developing in the same way it did ten thousand years ago.
"Damn it...you bunch of bastards! Does nobody care what you're doing?"
Of course, no one will care.
Does anyone dare to demand a tithe from the homeworld of the Sons of the Emperors?
Furthermore, since the Emperor's Sons warband only pays taxes on extremely pure gene seeds, no one would bother the Emperor's Sons with dealing with internal issues on their home planet.
Among the sons of emperors, only a handful of people, such as the Grand Apothecary Melushin, have any real say.