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Holy Terra, the palace, the golden throne.
I was born from the collective suicide of countless shamans. Their thousands of souls, knowledge, and power gathered to become me. I was the ultimate creature that even Ancient Saints dreamed of. I represented the peak of the evolution of a race.
The person called the King was born.
Over the millennia, I have traversed the mortal realm, observing the development of mankind as an observer. I have witnessed the fall of one dynasty after another, the descent of mankind from primitive, barbarian to space colonization. I have witnessed the fall of mankind's dominance and its destruction in a storm of barbarism and ignorance. Innumerable subspace storms drowned human pathways, the awakening of the Four Gods of Chaos tore apart human civilization. Factions and empires fought for control in broken territories, while other worlds that could not receive external aid fell into planet-level famine and frenzied terror — or even subspace disasters that were worse than that.
Terra's situation was the worst. The planet of origin of humans had been completely drained of its last bit of resources thousands of years ago. After losing the supplies of other planets, the planet was ruled by savagery and degeneration. It looked like human history was coming to an end. It looked like humans were going to fall into eternal damnation.
So, I finally decided to reveal my existence to humans.
In just a few hundred years, I completely unified Terra. Order and rationality were erected. Humans once again became prosperous and prosperous under my rule.
The entire human race could not be ruled by me alone. I tried to use my genetic code to create 20 babies. I hoped that they would grow up to be strong generals to lead my army. I succeeded, but I also failed. The geno prototypes were successfully created, but the Four Gods of Chaos used a subspace storm to make my creations completely disappear into space. I could not do such an experiment again. I could only use the remaining geno seeds of the geno prototypes to create Black Star Troopers.
At this time, a huge shock wave swept across the non-material space. The subspace storm that had caused the galaxy to fall into chaos and lasted for more than 5,000 years was swept away. Humans once again moved toward the galaxy.
In the endless big expedition, the geno prototypes were found one after another. The galaxy returned to the embrace of humans. After the big expedition had been going on for a long time, I decided to give the first son I found, Horus, the title of "general." That was because he was the one I trusted the most. I thought he could replace me and continue the big expedition. I would return to Terra to carry out my secret plan. However, I failed.
However, I failed. Under the plan of the Evil God of Chaos, Horus was corrupted and led almost half of his army and original body to betray me. The entire Milky Way was engulfed in flames of war. He led an endless army into Terra and besieged the palace. The foolish Magnus wanted to use psionic transmission to warn me of Horus' betrayal, but he fell for Tzeentch's trick. His psionic transmission destroyed Terra's defenses and opened up a gap in the network. The endless army of Chaos was able to enter the palace through the gap in the network. I had no choice but to use all my power to sit on the Golden Throne to keep the network closed. By the time Horus attacked the palace, I was already very weak.
However, I had to accept the challenge. This was the only way to defeat Horus and save humanity. In order for me to leave, Prime Minister Macado sat on the Golden Throne in my place. This would almost immediately destroy his life, but I had no other choice.
After a tragic battle, I finally defeated Horus, but I was severely injured. I was on the verge of death. Poor Macado. He could have lived, but he chose to give me the last bit of his psionic power to wake me up. At the same time, he left humanity with one last bit of hope.
The twenty-first gene original.
His soul had nothing to do with the subspace, and his bloodline was that of a perfect human. Ryan had finally completed my mission. He didn't let Macado down. He had found the ruins of the Ancient Saints. He was loyal, full of wisdom, and full of power. He was the crystallization of Macado's and my will, power, and soul. He had won me a chance to start over.
Now, I will revive.
The intermission was over!
The rotten and broken body on the golden throne gradually moved. The pure universe energy that the ancient saint had accumulated for millions of years was released. The shriveled skeleton was once again wrapped in flesh and blood. The skeleton was reforming at an extremely fast speed. Eyes appeared in the deep eye sockets. All the cables, wires, and pipes that were connected to the emperor's body were all cut.
The body was rebuilt, and the evil curse left by chaos was dispelled.
Alarm bells rang out in the golden throne room. Countless imperial soldiers rushed into the throne room upon hearing the alarm. Ever since the gap in the network had been closed several months ago, the imperial soldiers had predicted that this day would come. But when they saw this day, all the imperial soldiers who had entered the throne room knelt down. Their eyes were filled with hot tears, and some of them were already crying endlessly.
Their emperor had returned! The king of humanity, who was intact, was standing in front of the golden throne. His face, which gathered all his wisdom and power, was frowning. His tall body walked down the stairs step by step.
The marshal of the imperial guards knelt in front of the golden throne. With an incredulous look, he said in a trembling voice, "My … My Lord? His Majesty the Almighty? This … This is really the most glorious and memorable day in my life! "
After that, the marshal of the imperial guards shed tears. He had never thought that he would see the king of humanity revive. Soon, he was sobbing in front of the emperor. He just knelt down and did not speak for a long time.
Finally, under the expectant gazes of all the imperial guards, the emperor spoke. His voice was like a bell, stirring up the loyalty in the depths of everyone's hearts.
"Eleven thousand years have passed. Horus has consigned us to eternal damnation. Mankind is struggling painfully on the edge of despair. Star Zones have fallen into darkness one after another. Invasions have divided the Empire again and again. This fragmented country has been overwhelmed."
"Now, the Kadean Gate has fallen. The demons have rushed into the physical universe. The green tide of evil is wreaking havoc in the Empire. There is also the great devourer from beyond the star system …
"I only saw the Empire of humanity on the edge of destruction. We did not conquer. We only continued to exist. We did not prosper. We could only struggle to survive. We sat and watched as the galaxy fell into flames. We sat and watched as humanity fell …
"But now, I have returned!"
At this time, the lords of the Tara Supreme Council of Tara rushed into the throne room. The emperor had already ordered the imperial guards to let them in. When they saw the figure standing in front of the throne, these symbols of the highest authority of the Empire of humanity were all stunned.
"Good morning, Lords of Tara!
"There is no time to lose. We have many things to do. Now, let us start one by one!
"The Great Sage of the Machinery Faith, Belisarius Cole, is summoned!"
After the Great Sage of the Machinery Faith received the order from the imperial guards, he immediately put down what he was doing and went straight to the palace.
No one knew what the emperor said to him. Everyone only knew that when the Great Sage Cole came out of the palace, he seemed to have been reborn. A fake skeleton that had been made in advance was placed on the golden throne. The emperor sent a small part of his energy into it, creating the illusion that he was still sitting on the golden throne.
The revived emperor gave out orders one after another. He reorganized the order of Tara. Under his orders, the imperial guards were mobilized and cleaned up the corrupt officials in the name of the Divine Emperor.
No one dared to object. No one dared to raise any objections. This was because when the Terra Overlords saw the Emperor, they could do nothing but kneel down and stare in a daze.
Two days later.
"Prepare the warships! I will go to Makurag. "There were golden flames burning in the emperor's eyes.
The entire galaxy was burning. The Empire that he had built was on the verge of destruction. Ignorance and inflexibility were spreading in the country. There were endless problems that even he did not know how to solve.
Fortunately, there were still two loyal sons who were not missing. They were only in deep sleep.
He needed helpers.
In the southeastern part of the galaxy, in the Extreme Warriors' star region, Makurag.
As expected, the Pearl of the Far East had been fully invaded by Chaos. The Ultramar garrison fleet was engaged in a fierce battle with the Chaos fleet in orbit.
When a large number of Empire navy ships appeared in the orbit of Makurag, the commander of the Extreme Warriors, Marius Carl, felt that he was hallucinating, especially when the other party told the Extreme Warriors that they were imperial guards.
"It's the imperial guards? Why would the imperial guards appear here? "The commander asked the chief strategist, Kuvaro Tigurias, with a confused expression.
"I don't know. The records say that the imperial guards never leave the palace without the emperor's order." The chief strategist was also confused.
"Then why?" Carl was still confused, but the commander immediately realized that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Even though they had not fought side by side for 10,000 years, the imperial guard ships and the Ultramar garrison fleet worked together perfectly. In just a few minutes, the human ships that were originally scattered and isolated formed an attack formation. The Chaos fleet was completely defeated under the pincer attack. They left behind a large number of corpses and fled in panic. The small number of Black Star Troopers that landed were also annihilated by the Extreme Warriors.
The threat had been removed, but Commander Calga was still feeling uneasy. He led the Extreme Warriors to stand in front of the golden landing ship and watched as the hatch slowly opened.
He would never forget what happened next for the rest of his life.
Groups of imperial guards poured out of the landing ship. Their morale was high. They had never been so proud and glorious.
Until the appearance of the towering figure.
The emperor did not wear a helmet, only a golden laurel crown on his forehead. He revealed his noble face, a face that gathered all the miracles and light in the world, a face that was enough to make anyone who saw it offer their eternal loyalty.
It was so majestic, so magical, so awe-inspiring that Carl and all the Extreme Warriors knelt down involuntarily. At that moment, all the Black Star Troopers realized that even if the sun and moon changed, and their bodies rotted, they would never forget what they saw at that moment.
Carl realized that he had been stunned for some time. Then, it was followed by complete fanaticism and madness.
"My … My Majesty?" Carl asked. His voice was choked with emotion. He was ashamed of his loss of composure. He even suspected that the emperor himself did not hear what he said clearly.
However, everyone understood what the emperor meant. The great ruler of mankind wanted to see his son.
It was the original body of the 13th Legion, Robotte Kiliman, who was hibernating in the static force field due to heavy injuries.
Makurag, Palace of Justice.
Hordes of the Imperial Army swarmed into the Holy Temple. The sheer number of them made the Extreme Warriors somewhat uncomfortable, but their hearts were filled with anticipation. Their fervent gazes were fixed on the Emperor's imposing figure. Many of the Extreme Warriors could not help but want to cheer.
Their original bodies had been hibernating for too long.
They believed that the great ruler of mankind, the father of the original body, would not just come to see his son and do nothing. Their hearts carried a glimmer of hope as they stared at the ruler of mankind with fervent eyes.
The emperor walked to the Holy Box.
What appeared before him was a pale, stagnant body of the dead. His son, Robotte Kiliman, was hibernating here. There was a fine line on his throat. The demon's poison was entangled in Kiliman's body like maggots. The doctors were unable to expel this deadly poison. They could only put him into the static force field to maintain his half-dead state.
Just like the emperor himself.
After he fell, Robotte Kiliman shouldered the heavy responsibility of rebuilding the Empire. At that time, the Empire was still in chaos and crisis. Half of the Black Star Troopers had rebelled with Horus. The remaining groups that were still loyal had suffered heavy casualties in the battle. The number of Black Star Troopers left was pitifully small. It was far from enough to meet the needs. The enemies of mankind were preparing to loot the weakened Empire.
Kiliman stood up. He personally led the following war and restored peace to the galaxy. He wrote the Astarte Canon as a guideline for mankind to ensure the survival of the Empire. All of this, the emperor, who was imprisoned on the golden throne, saw it all.
However, Kiliman quickly fell. The one who injured him was Fu Gen, the former Third Army's fallen gene prototype. He was now the demon prince of sex. In a reckless and irrational attack, Kiliman was severely injured by Fu Gen. After that, he became like this.
Under the fanatical gazes of all the Extreme Warriors, the great king of mankind gently reached out his hand toward Kiliman, who was in the Holy Box. The powerful demon's poison that the doctors were unable to do anything about was expelled by the emperor's endless power. The injury of the gene prototype was quickly healing. The holy golden light covered the entire Hall of Justice.
The pale, sickly face quickly faded from Kiliman's face. The Extreme Warriors and the royal guards could already feel the surging life force of the gene prototype.
This was a miracle. This was a real miracle.
"My God, what have we done to deserve such a miracle? What have we done to deserve such a miracle? What have we done to deserve His Majesty's return and to give us our gene prototypes again?" Calga mumbled to himself. The Black Star Troopers did not cry, but he suddenly had a strong urge to cry.
Standing behind the emperor, the Great Sage of the Martian Machinery Faith Cult, Belisarius Cole, was the first to hear the emperor's words. They were cold and emotionless.
"Wake up, Robotte Kiliman."
"I need your power."
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