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She always tries to be the first to salvage the situation.
As she walked out of the Golden Throne Hall with Mortalian, Loliman, and others, Kasgar was once again left alone in this desolate hall filled with the aura of death.
“We’ve spoken separately many times, Emperor of Man.”
Kasgar felt that the mysterious being before him seemed to have something he wanted to tell him.
But it was never explicitly stated—for some unknown reason, all Casca could receive were riddles, riddles.
There are even more riddles.
But it was precisely at this moment that Casca felt the image of the other person in his mind became a little clearer.
Casca...Casca
You have now fully possessed your power. Congratulations!
This is your strength... and your still limitless... potential.
Just as Horus grew from an unknown hoodlum to a Primarch in an instant on his home planet Kosonia, the greater the potential, the more it needs to lie dormant within oneself until the moment one truly understands oneself before it erupts.
As for a negative example—that would be Angron.
He was able to fight and kill the Eldar who came to intercept him from birth.
“I understand… When you say my potential, are you referring to Asuyan, the Phoenix King of the Spirit Race?”
Although Kasgar himself is unwilling to admit it, it seems that all the current indications point to his power coming from the Eldar chief god, Phoenix King Asuyan.
Even though Kasgar didn't understand why he, a human, could possess the power of the Eldar chief god... even as a transmigrator, this situation was rather strange.
The Eldar from the Ark aren't all dead, so why are you looking for me, a human?
This is a question that Casca has pondered countless times but has never been able to understand.
No...you did absorb his blessing, but actually...
The emperor paused for a moment, as if taking a deep breath.
It's much more complicated.
It's still a riddle, it's still a riddle!
Casca is getting a little anxious.
"In that case, is there anything you really want to tell me, besides those riddles that I can't understand at all?"
Vashtor... the Creator, he is searching for the key.
Finally, the emperor spoke human language.
"I must stop its plan?"
No, we...we need to take advantage of its recklessness.
The weapon he sought was not only the material for his ascension to godhood, but also the key code that would enable us to build the network in the future.
[The online world needs this... magical tool.]
You need it too.
Finally, the emperor added this sentence in a somewhat ambiguous way.
.....
After several weeks of governance following his departure from Terra Palace, the situation in which the Ministry of the Interior had been paralyzed due to the disappearance of the Highlords, and many Highlords were merely paying lip service and not putting in any real effort, was finally alleviated.
Palace intrigue has always been tedious and boring.
Fortunately, Casca doesn't have to face these challenges alone.
Soon after the return of the hero Kasgar, the Imperial Warmaster Fugrim, who had been declared missing long ago, returned to the human empire once again, wielding his longsword imbued with the divine flames of the Emperor.
While Casca is a hero, his appeal was criticized by his adversaries because he was not a son of God (but merely a son-in-law of God).
This suddenly emerging Imperial Warmaster effectively wiped out all forces that dared to oppose Casgar's reforms.
Under the unconditional title of "Imperial Warmaster," Fugrim quickly reformed the Holy Terra government through her impeccable diplomatic skills.
Although, for some reason, no one in the empire after Horus ever chose to use the title of Warmaster.
But considering Forgrim's sacrifices and valiant fighting during the Great Crusade, she is more than qualified to assume the position of Warmaster of the Empire.
I'm sorry, Ryan Aljonsen.
This time, it is not the main stage for your Second Empire.
The first thing this once-glorious Imperial War General did upon returning to the Empire was to thoroughly purge the sons of the Emperor.
As direct descendants of the Imperial Warmaster and role models for all legions/warbands within the empire, these guys ultimately chose to degenerate and became negative examples of being utterly incapable of fighting!
This is utterly disgraceful to the Imperial War Marshal!
If these imperial princes weren't too afraid of Casca, their "father."
But when faced with the true Mother of Genes, what can they do besides tremble in fear?
They were directly stripped of their genetic seed and condemned as sinners.
As for those whose sins are less serious, go on a journey of atonement!
In the future, the Phoenix Sons Chapter will take over the name of the once corrupt and decadent Imperial Sons, becoming the direct force of the current Imperial Warmaster, enjoying the treatment of a founding chapter, and their homeworld will be moved to Chemos.
There are few opponents to a complete overhaul of the startup team.
After all, as long as the original gene exists, it's essentially just a complete name change.
......
"Our fleet has now assembled in the solar system and is ready to depart at any time."
Even though Holy Terra has resumed operation under Forgrim's control, they don't have much time to rest.
Although the orc diplomats seemed to have agreed to Kasgar's demand for a decisive battle at Ulanor, this did not mean that the orcish empire had been lying low in Amegiddon (which now appears to have been restored to its original name, Ulanor, by the beast chieftain) for the entire year, doing nothing but waiting.
Reports from various locations within the Empire indicate that the Orcish Empire is currently waging an unprecedented Waaaaagh across the entire galaxy! Countless Empire worlds are sending requests for aid to Holy Terra.
If the problem of the beasts is not resolved soon, the human empire will continue to face the threat of the orcs.
We must act quickly and complete the decapitation operation as soon as possible.
"Our next step is to find Vokhan first."
In the Terran government's private lounge, Kasgar spoke to Fugrim beside him.
Loriman is now incapable of fighting, and can only continue working in the offices of Holy Terra until a new, loyal High Lord of the Interior, who has no connection with the exiled Van Diehl, takes over her position.
Fugrim, Mortalian, and Kasgar.
"Our method of detonating the enemy psionic boy has completely failed, hasn't it?"
"That's right, the orcs seem to have a way to deal with it. In this battle, we can only fight them head-on and kill them."
The Silent Sisters obtained information about the current Orc Empire—the Orc bug that Kasgar had previously revealed to Guilliman and recorded in the Astartes Codex has been fixed by the system.
There's no way to detonate it.
“But these things…Casca, you haven’t slept in a long time. Even if your physical strength is now comparable to that of the Primarch, you still need rest and sleep.”
—You're not Guilliman.
That being said, looking at Fugrim sitting at his desk smiling, Kasgar had a bad feeling.
"Wait! If you're going to sleep, don't touch me like that!"
"I just want to know how your body is different now compared to before!"
Fugrim said coquettishly, "Hehehe, but that just means your body can now withstand any level of damage. It can all be repaired with psionic flames, right?"
"You! You! You can't do this!"
"Forgrim should be a very gentle person...!"
"Gentle? Tsk, forget it."
Fugrim interrupted Kasgar: "Anyway, my current appearance has already been completely exposed by the two fragments, so there's no point in pretending anymore."
"W-what are you doing?"
"What do you want to do?"
To Kasgar's horrified gaze, Fugrim was still smiling.
Her amethyst-like eyes narrowed at that moment.
"think."
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"Oh ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho——"
Chapter 270 The Battle for Emperor Brother
Holy Terra.
"finally--!"
"I am! Ruft Huron!"
"Lord of the Great Whirlpool, Tyrant Badab! The guardians and sweepers of the Great Whirlpool have finally been exonerated today!"
He stepped off the shuttle and landed on the helipad, a place he had never been before, looking at the bustling metropolis before him.
Cool!
The knot in his heart was finally untied today—after hearing that those corrupt and incompetent high lords had been thoroughly purged by the hero Kasgar, Ruft Huron was happier than when he was personally appointed a hero by Guilliman.
And presumably, now is the time.
The hero Kasgar summoned him to Holy Terra, surely because he valued Huron's strength and wisdom, and was preparing to appoint him to an even more important task!
finally......
Since serving in the Star Claws, Rufus Huron was appointed to take over as the Chapter Master in a time of crisis, transforming the once under-resourced, resource-scarce, and surrounded-by-enemies Badab system into what it is today.
Although some damned high lords and the Inquisition hampered his plans along the way, he was almost subjected to an unjust trial because the Tiger Claw Warband left by the former warband leader was exposed, which led those corrupt guys to regard him as a heretic. He was nearly forced into a desperate situation.
By then, he was even somewhat resigned to his fate—under this corrupt bureaucratic system, the human empire was destined to be destroyed by these guys.
Rather than die a humiliating death as a traitor, it's better to...
Fortunately, the hero Kasgar appeared out of nowhere, clearing away the Inquisition of Fools and the Space Marine chapters of the Highlords Council, helping him successfully stabilize the situation in the Maelstrom.
Finally, as it stands today!
He was granted a glorious and great new position by Imperial Warmaster Fugrim and Hero Kasgar!
Now that those pretentious and corrupt high lords have been driven out, at the command of the hero Kasgar, as the guardian of Badab, he continues to fight for this new human empire and for the Emperor, relying on his powerful strategic abilities and outstanding combat skills!
"Sir, summon your superior officer; he is up here."
But for some reason, when Ruft Huron was summoned, he was only told to come in person, and the positions of Chapter Master of the Star Claws and Guardian of the Great Vortex were handed over to others.
He himself will be given a more sacred but equally arduous task.
Sacred and arduous?
Yes, that's exactly what I, Ruft Huron, want!
As an ambitious heir of Guilliman (unconfirmed), Huron naturally hoped to obtain a more crucial and important appointment to demonstrate his extraordinary talent!
The fact that Hero Kasgar and Lord Fugrim summoned me privately must be because they recognize my outstanding talents!
That's right, that's it!
"But—why has the expeditionary fleet to the Orc Empire already sailed there?"
Looking out through the ornately decorated stained-glass windows, one can see ships sailing ever further into the distance...
Ruft Huron sensed something was amiss.
This... this feels a little off?