PS: Thank you to "I Don't Want My Account to Be Stolen" and "Pan Zulin" for your rewards. Thank you so much!
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
For Kirriman, his last memory was a battle of life and death. His original body and a filthy brother were fighting each other. The two god-like powers were wrestling with each other. Vicious curses and mockery were heard everywhere. Kirriman's last memory was an excruciating pain that was beyond his endurance, and the corrosion and spread of the poison.
He painfully begged his father to save him, and his prayers were answered. A cold golden light enveloped him in his arms ….
The next second, Robotte Kiliman woke up. He looked around in confusion. He found himself back in Makurag's Palace of Justice. Even though the light was dim, he could still recognize the perfect figures of the Astartes and … the Emperor standing in front of him.
"Father? Are you alright? " This was the first thought that came to his loyal son's mind. His face was filled with uncontrollable joy. Seeing his father standing in front of him unharmed, Kirman's voice trembled. "This is … great."
"Things may not be as good as you think, Paul." Just as he was about to say something else, an imperial guard walked in from outside. "Your Majesty, a group of humans and Astrals have suddenly appeared outside. Should we eliminate them?"
"Allied forces?" The Emperor's wise and mighty face was a little surprised.
"It's Saint Celistine, Dark Templar Marshal Armaric, Judge Grefax, and the Kadian survivors, as well as the Eldar Race who call themselves the Death God Army, Your Majesty," the guard reported. "They seem to have formed an alliance."
"… That's fine too. Luo Baote, I'll give you a few days. You'd better hurry up and understand what happened in the past ten thousand years." The Emperor said coldly. He looked at Gilman and then said to the Imperial Guard, "Death God Army? … … These Astrals might be of some use. We shouldn't kill them now. Let me talk to them. "
"Yes!" the Imperial Guard immediately replied. The Emperor's decree was the highest truth. They only needed to carry it out.
"10,000 years?" Robert Whitman was still in a state of shock, but the geno prototype reacted quickly. He realized a serious problem. "What time is it now?"
The Emperor didn't answer him. The King of Humans left directly. Obviously, he had other things to do. His trip this time was top secret. Before the Dark Gods reacted, he had many things to do.
In the Emperor's perception, an unprecedented battle was raging in the Realm of Chaos. The Berserker Knights under Perseus had invaded the Nurgle Garden, and the timing of the attack was perfect. The God of Plagues' Slothful Demons had just moved out to attack Khorne's Ironfire Fortress, and Khorne's Bloodthirsty Demon Army had just broken into Tzeentch's Crystal Labyrinth. At this critical moment, the Four Gods of Chaos were fighting. Under his careful cover, the Four Gods of Chaos who were focused on their internal conflict did not notice the revival of the Lord of Humans.
A fragile and difficult ceasefire agreement was reached between the Emperor and the Spirit's Grim Reaper. This negotiation allowed Judge Greifark, who had agreed to form an alliance with the Spirit, to be relieved. The Spirit had gotten the result they wanted. They promised the Emperor that they would help Whitman carry out the next series of actions.
"We are going to Caliban now!" The Imperial Guard's ship left Makurag, leaving Whitman, who had just woken up, behind.
About a week later, Robert Kilman sat back on the throne with a heavy heart. A moment ago, he had dismissed all the attendants and advisors, and even the glory guards were ordered to wait outside the sanctuary.
"So, it has been a few thousand years." The Ultimate Warrior geno prototype, Ultramar King, sat painfully on his throne.
His physical pain had been healed by the Emperor, but the trauma in his heart was getting worse.
He desperately wanted his father to come back to him. Or perhaps, he could have a brother to talk to.
"There is still hope. Father is back," Whitman mumbled to himself. His courage returned to the geno prototype. It was so dark and so hopeless. The situation his father's Empire was facing could not defeat him.
Because his father had come back. In this most hopeless and darkest time, the leader of the humans had finally returned.
He also learned that Belisarius Kaul's research lab under the surface of Mars had already borne a lot of fruit. All of this made him believe that there was still hope for a brighter future. There was still hope for the Empire to rise from the ashes.
Under his father's guidance, the humans would once again unite under the Emperor's banner. He would also continue to fight as the geno prototype of the Ultimate Warrior.
"It is just … I am the only one left. I am the only one left." Whitman gritted his teeth and sighed. The geno prototype had learned that all the geno prototypes in the past had either disappeared or fallen. Now, in the entire human Empire, he was the only one awake.
After a few thousand years, he had become the only remaining geno prototype.
"Who told you? Whitman? Who told you that you were the only one left? "At this time, a tall black figure walked into the Ultimate Warrior's holy hall from the door.
He was holding a lion helmet in his hand. His noble face was still as pure and flawless as it had been ten thousand years ago. His golden hair hung down from his cheeks. The black power armor was still as shiny and new as it had been ten thousand years ago. His face was as cold as the Emperor's. Looking at Whitman's embarrassing appearance, the uninvited guest had a look of disdain on his face. "Are you afraid?"
"Leon! My brother! " Hearing this familiar voice, Whitman suddenly raised his head. His voice was full of disbelief. When he confirmed the figure who had come, joy and sadness filled his heart. His face remained calm. Only the hot tears in the corners of his eyes and his trembling hands betrayed him.
He quickly rushed in front of the uninvited guest and looked at his brother with joy. He suddenly did not know how to express his enthusiasm. After hesitating for a while, the King of Ultimate Warriors gave the newcomer a warm hug, even though they were separated by the power armor.
"…" The First Army's geno prototype, who had just woken up, was not used to Whitman's warm hug. He did not know how to express his feelings. Thinking that the person in front of him had been sleeping for ten thousand years like him, Leon El Zhuang finally reluctantly reached out his hand and awkwardly patted Whitman's back, indicating that he should let go of him.
The King stood outside, watching his two sons hug. The King of Humans' eyes finally moved. It was a trace of regret. Only two of the geno prototypes that he was proud of in the past were still under his command. The rest were either fallen or missing. He knew where some of the geno prototypes were, but he could not find or summon them back. Some of the geno prototypes did not even know where they had gone.
Then, the three of them returned to the secret room to discuss their next plan.
The King refused Whitman's suggestion to sit down. He told his son that he hated sitting down.
"I have a piece of news to tell you. You have a new brother." The King stood on the main seat. His gaze was like a sharp sword that shot straight into the distance. "He is the last gift that Marcador left for me. He is also the key to my revival. Without his efforts, my revival would not have happened."
"He is my secret weapon against Chaos. He is also the only hope to save the fallen geno prototypes. He can reverse the corruption and restore the fallen geno prototypes to their original state … with my help."
"Remember, his existence is a top secret. Other than the three of us, no one else can know about it. If there is a chance, you will see him." The King said calmly, "The galaxy is burning. Now, only we are left standing in the darkness."
Hearing this, both Whitman and Zhuang Sen's eyes were burning with the flame of hope. Their fallen brothers had always been a pain in their hearts. "Then what should we do? Father? "
"Whitman, you just need to announce your revival. In the endless darkness, the revival of a prototype is too important for the Empire. The awakened son will go to Terra to meet his decaying father who is still sitting on the throne." The King first arranged for Whitman. "Your revival will attract the attention of Chaos. Some idiot will overestimate himself and come knocking on your door."
"Zhuang Sen, take your people and follow me to Amidji Dudon." The King raised his head. The face of the King of Humans was cold. "Let us go and retrieve a fallen geno prototype."
"A Primordial Body that had already been severely contaminated when I first found him. Your brother."
"Everything is not lost yet. All the aliens, heretics, and demons will be obliterated in front of us! The universe will return to peace. All evil will be destroyed! Humans will stand at the top of the Blood Tide. "
The King's long black hair fluttered in the air. The holy light on his body shone brighter and brighter, almost filling the entire sacred hall. After 11,000 years of non-stop fighting against the demons in the subspace and receiving endless sacrifices from psionicists, the strength of the King of Humans had become even more terrifying than before.
Whitman and Zhuang Sen both stood up.
"The galaxy belongs to the Empire of Humans!" This was Whitman's roar from the bottom of his heart.
"Let us continue the unfinished expedition, Father!" Father! "Zhuang Sen also expressed his determination.
"Let us begin!"
Thus, just as the Empire of Humans was about to fall into the darkest and most terrible predicament, a message full of hope was sent to every corner of the galaxy.
The 13th Legion's prototype, Robot- Whitman, announced his return.
At the same time, the son of God who had returned personally announced that he was about to embark on an expedition to Terra.
A new era had begun.
…
It seemed that something extraordinary was really happening in this world!
Laing thought as he walked on the mountain path. He had been in this state for many days.
He had vaguely guessed what had happened.
"Lord Laing, we're about to reach the border of the Arden Forest. Do you see the mountain in front?" Holy Grail Knight Ulles pointed at a mountain in front of them and said to Laing.
After ten days of trekking, the army had entered the Brittany border.
"According to the arrangement, you'll first go to the palace of Culona, where King Richard, the Knight King, will enfeoffe you. Then you'll go to the Kachason Dukedom in the south and be baptized in the Cathedral of the Lake. We'll bring you to the Fairy Lake to meet the Lake Goddess," Ulles explained the arrangement of the plan. "She'll arrange your position."
Leon nodded. He was deep in thought. This arrangement clearly showed the characteristics of Brittania, which was a divided political system between the north and the south. The king's capital was located in the north of the kingdom, while the Lake Fairy Cathedral was located in the south. Therefore, the power of the whole country was divided into two sides, forming two centers.
The army advanced in the wilderness. Suddenly, there was the sound of drums in front.
"Orcs! It's the Orcs! "A black dot appeared at the end of the plains.
Holy Grail Knight Ulles raised his lance and said, "Prepare for battle! Knights! "
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
