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"what!!!"
Thinking of her tragic future, Loliman suddenly squatted down in terror on her specially raised chair!
No!
Absolutely not!
I absolutely cannot accept that voice calling me from the subspace. If I do, I'll be bound here forever and never be able to get out!
Loliman: "......"
Elbow strike!
Seemingly sensing the approaching danger, Loliman climbed off the chair and unleashed an elbow strike at the open space in front of the door, aiming straight for her face—and it hit her squarely.
"Uh?"
The punch landed on the leg of the guy who had just opened the door.
As Guilliman slowly raised her eyes, she saw a familiar face.
"You! What are you doing here?"
Upon seeing that the newcomer was Casca, the one who had imprisoned her until now, Loliman immediately lost her composure and took several steps back.
In Casca's eyes, he had his hands in front of him in a boxing stance, as if he was about to step forward and fight Casca one-on-one at any moment.
"Ugh! You're not sending me another set of documents, are you? Let me tell you, even though I've written everything you asked for, it doesn't mean I can be at your beck and call!"
"You can't just make me write as much as you want, that's not allowed!"
Lori Man became less and less confident as she spoke.
At times like this, Casgar would often say things like, "But you're the only one left to do this job," or "Guilliman, you don't want the human empire to fall into ruin, do you?" to get Loriman to work for him willingly.
Although Loriman knew she was being used as a source of labor, she had no choice but to agree each time for the sake of this battered human empire.
“Very good, Tarasha, get ready to come with me.”
But this time, Casca seemed to have changed his personality: "Pack up, we're ready to go."
what!
Finally, I can go out! I'm finally free from being locked in a room by these people and turned into a human document processing machine!
"Okay, okay!" Loliman jumped up and down happily a few times on the luxurious carpet in the former High Lord's office. "Where are we going to play?"
"where?"
"Ha, Terra Palace, before the Golden Throne."
......
"No!!"
On the shuttle from the Highlord's Mansion to the Holy Terra Palace, Loliman let out a painful scream.
She clearly hoped to wake up again and return to Holy Terra to see the Emperor;
Clearly, I longed to escape the sea of paperwork and have some fun;
Two happy things coincided.
These two moments of joy should have been spent in a blissful, dreamlike state... But why did it turn out like this...?
"Ahhhhh!!"
"I'm going to see the Emperor with my tonic!"
Loriman cried out, then turned her head to the other side, where she saw what had been her brother, Mortalian.
The Mortalian sitting in his seat was looking at him with a smile.
Is this a mockery?
This must be a mockery!
ha!!!!
This is absolutely a joke!
Guilliman, who had originally wanted to challenge the other party to a one-on-one duel, immediately calmed down when he thought about his current fighting strength.
No!
We must find a way to get out of this situation!
If he were to meet the Emperor like this—even though the Emperor might already know he's turned into a loli—he/she still wouldn't be able to accept it!
"Look at me! Casca, how can I face the Emperor looking like this...?"
Loli Man tugged at the hem of her clothes, putting on a pitiful look.
"I......"
"Don't be afraid, Guilliman."
Casca comforted him, "I already have a plan for the problem you're afraid of now."
"Have you found a way to cure my curse?"
"Do not."
"However, I found a skilled craftsman to tailor a very beautiful dress for you. You can wear it to meet the Emperor in a cute and charming way."
"Casgar—I'm going to kill you!"
......
The gates of the Holy Terra Palace.
The structure here hasn't changed much from ten thousand years ago—among these vast, snow-capped mountains, a continuous golden palace sits atop the world like a masterpiece of divine craftsmanship.
In the past, this place was the quietest place—except for the Royal Guard, who, since the Emperor ascended the Golden Throne, have devoted all their forces to the defense of Terra Palace, vowing to prevent the tragedy of the Great Rebellion from ever happening again.
Only a select few high-ranking imperial officials are able to come to Terra Palace with reverence and awe, to experience this chapter from the past, from which the ancient empire followed the emperor in building its empire.
—And then there were the one-way passengers who would occasionally arrive on black ships to visit.
“Hero Casgar… I hope your seat is worthy of your heroic title.”
"And these two—well, Number Thirteen and Number Fourteen, the son of disgrace born of the alien, welcome back."
Perhaps it was because the height difference between Loliman and Mortalian was so great that he could see the other's huge corn-shaped head bobbing up and down.
Kasgar was able to sense the Golden Armor Warrior's hostility—it was unclear whether it was due to the Warrior's jealousy that Kasgar's request to see the Emperor had been granted, or his anger towards "Tarasha" beside Kasgar.
The Imperial Guard, who had initially felt a little goodwill towards Guilliman's seven-thousand-year regency that preserved the human empire, instantly lost all their good mood upon seeing this little girl.
What does it mean that humans and Eldar must unite—no, marry?
What do you mean that Number Thirteen already has a child with that damned alien witch?
What does "the deed is done" mean?!
Answer me, Guilliman!
What exactly did you do?!
Although they desperately wanted to cleave her into a bloody mist on the spot, at the Emperor's request, the Royal Guards had no choice but to reopen the doors of the Golden Throne Hall, which had been closed for countless years for others, allowing them to once again have an audience with the Emperor.
"Keep a close eye on that alien witch's bastard."
“Our people will be keeping a close eye on you.”
Led forward, the group passed through the various magnificent halls of Terra Palace, which were now empty.
Despite the passage of tens of thousands of years, the scenery here seems to have remained unchanged.
But this magnificent hall was just like the scene when he attended a banquet with the Primarchs ten thousand years ago.
"arrive."
"I hope His Majesty has not misjudged anyone this time."
The guards grumbled and, somewhat displeased, opened the doors to the Golden Throne alongside the Sister of Silence and several other guards.
"finally......"
Kasgar, carrying the somewhat reluctant Loliman in his arms, walked with Mortalian into the gate that shimmered with endless golden light.
"Forgrim, I've come to find you."
......
The golden light seemed to go out the moment Casca pushed open the door.
That dazzling golden light was merely an illusion—or rather, it was the image of the emperor that all the subjects of the empire most longed to see.
Then, countless phantoms flashed by: a ruthless king, a loving saint, or an ordinary middle-aged man suffering. The figure in the light kept changing, shifting between countless specific forms, until finally revealing his true face.
After a flash of light, what appeared in the eyes of the three was a golden platform made of gold, marble and mechanical equipment. At the very top of the platform was a desiccated corpse that had been reduced to skeletons, along with countless electronic components and circuits being connected to its body.
It seemed to be maintaining the life of the person on the throne, and it also seemed to be amplifying his suffering.
"We meet again, Emperor of Man."
......
You succeeded.
A harmony, like countless people chanting together, rushed into Casca's mind.
He no longer gave Casca the feeling of being a completely human being.
Whether the emperor is a god or not is irrelevant—regardless of whether the Imperial Religion becomes the state religion, in times of despair, the last and only savior people can think of is always him.
Despite the changes over these ten thousand years, thanks to Guilliman's millennia of diligent governance, the entire human empire has not fallen into irreparable ruin. Furthermore, with the Smurfs guarding the Web beneath the Golden Throne, the Emperor's current condition is countless times better than in the original 40K timeline.
Even when the Guards risked their lives to stop Draconian, and when he was finally subdued by Abaddon, the Emperor never stepped down from his throne.
In other words...
The emperor still has the strength to fight again.
But... I will have a better time to take advantage of this opportunity.
As if able to read Casca's thoughts, another voice rushed into his mind.
Now, let us discuss why I summoned you here.
Help me to stand up again; help this online community to come back to life.
You can do it.
"You still have a chance to stand up?"
Casca was shocked.
Is it possible for an emperor to rise again without ascending to godhood?
That's right. It was because the final battle of the Great Rebellion ten thousand years ago was too hasty that the current human emperor is not as deviant of humanity as he was in the original timeline, and he does not need to sit on the golden throne all the time to seal the endless stream of demons below (only Khorne needed to).
Therefore, he still has a final option to back out.
However, this requires him to become...complete again.
But when the Emperor decided to abandon his humanity and ascend to the throne of the Dark Lord, he still abandoned his past.
To prevent the Emperor from going back on his word, the four Chaos Gods collected the fragments the Emperor had discarded when they were infusing Horus into cream puffs.
Four gods.
One God, one piece.
"So, I need to defeat these damned Chaos Gods all by myself and retrieve your fragments of humanity from Nurgle Gardens/Bronze Fortress/Crystal Labyrinth/Sixth Ring?"
God!
Do you even have any humanity left?!
—Kasgar somewhat understood how the Death Army felt when they heard that the last sword of the old woman was in the sixth ring of Slaanesh.
Yes, I know this is extremely difficult, Casgar.
But you... your victory in the war against the plague has given us hope.
A fragment of me returned to my body as Nurgle Garden was burned.