Chapter 473 Only God knows what you will do!
Dr. Halsey stopped talking, turned around and left the Wanjie Base.

After watching the other party walk away, Li Ang continued to look at the email information on the hard-light screen. It was a scientific research project that he had not yet finished.

That’s right, that is the Ether Engine Project jointly promoted by multiple scientific research teams of the Science Hub Department.

Just recently, they blew up a multiverse, established a basic ether phase engine model, and selected a parallel universe for experiments.

The good news is that the experiment was very successful. After draining all the matter and energy of a universe, the ether phase engine did not trigger a series of crises that spread to other universes.

But the bad news is that after the universe was emptied by the ether phase engine, nothing was left but a vast void.

They did not use the ether engine to blow up the universe and reveal some ultimate truth. Breaking the fourth wall seemed to be an unattainable fantasy.

Just when the researchers were feeling desperate, Qiansihu thought that this was because the universe they had emptied out was too simple, and the level and specifications of the multiverse were not as good as those of the universe.

In his opinion, the ether phase engine must at least blow up a universe with a virtual-real universe plane to achieve the final result.

The universes that meet this condition include Transformers, Star Wars, StarCraft, and Warhammer.

Although these are just simple assumptions, they may be the key to revealing the truth before being tested.

We need to try it to know whether it works or not.

Now the Science Hub has given this multiple-choice question to Li Ang, whether to pick one of the ten universes to blow up.

To this end, Qiansihu also gave Leon several plans, some to blow up the “Transformers” universe, and some to blow up the “Star Wars” universe, but Leon also knew that no matter which one he chose, it would be wrong.

Because every universe in the heavens is his foundation, it is impossible to use the world in the universe to conduct apocalyptic experiments.

As for opening a parallel universe line in a certain copy and blasting it, Le Ang would not accept it. After all, he could not guarantee whether the destruction of a parallel world would involve all parallel lines.

So this can’t be blown up either.

After thinking it over, Li Ang typed two words on the reply document: To be discussed.

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Three months later.

The warship carrying the Emperor finally arrived at Holy Terra. According to their original plan, this trip would take at least half a year to arrive, but because the journey went quite smoothly, it arrived half the time earlier.

When the news came that the Emperor had returned to Terra, the entire solar system was filled with carnival. The joy of seeing the light after the clouds had parted turned into sweet rain, sprinkling on the High Lords Council, the Inquisition, the Imperial Ecclesiarchy, the Mechanicus and others.

In their view, the weak God-Emperor sitting on the Golden Throne seemed to be just an illusory clone left behind by the Emperor. The strong and young Emperor in front of them was the Lord of Humanity back then!
To this end, they spared no expense and organized a grand welcoming ceremony for the emperor with lights and decorations.

This seems to be an attempt to vent the long-suppressed anger and to look forward to the reappearance of the former heyday of the human empire.

At this moment, every street in Holy Terra was crowded with people, and sculptures and statues of the Emperor were everywhere. Countless devout believers knelt in front of the murals, burning dizzying incense.

The fanatical power of faith is floating over Terra.

At the same time, countless loyalists also embarked on the journey back to Terra. They had not returned to their homeland for many years, but the Emperor’s return forced them to give up everything and return resolutely.

Even if they would be attacked by subspace entities along the way and die halfway, the trend of pilgrimage would still spread unstoppably, and many evil gods and demons simply did not dare to stop these crazy believers.

Because the violent emotional fluctuations of mankind have caused a storm in the warp, the power of the God-Emperor has become increasingly inflated because of these beliefs.

This made the Four Chaos Gods and the Chaos Legions under their command dare not show up rashly.

The Emperor has not yet officially appeared, but the entire galaxy has already undergone drastic changes because of him.

Soon, the Emperor arrived on Terra aboard the Ultramarines Legion’s battleship. All the High Lords were already stationed below, waiting for the Emperor respectfully, with different expressions in their eyes.

Some high lords had tears in their eyes, looking forward to the empire returning to its peak, while some high lords looked doubtful, not knowing whether the emperor in front of them was real or fake.

But no matter how many doubts there were, no one dared to directly question the emperor in public. After all, that was public opinion, and any doubt could put oneself in the spotlight.

At this moment, the high lords were more or less nervous and worried.

Because before the outbreak of the Horus Heresy, the political system of the Human Empire was a standard imperial system. These high lords only had the right to propose, and the final decision-making power lay in the hands of the Emperor alone.

After the rebellion broke out and the Emperor was injured and retreated, the Empire’s political system had become a constitutional monarchy, with the main power in the hands of the High Lords Council, and the God-Emperor was just a weak puppet.

In most cases, the affairs of the Empire are handled by the High Lords on their own initiative, and the God-Emperor can only simply give some general guidance.

And now with the Emperor’s return, it also means that the imperial power that they have controlled for tens of thousands of years will be taken back by the Emperor, which will make it more or less difficult for the high lords to adapt.

People who are used to power find it difficult to accept when that power is suddenly taken away from them, which can instantly drain their energy and spirit.

To be honest, they really hoped that the emperor before them was an impostor.

At this moment, Dark Mir was constantly exchanging glances with his confidants, conveying information to each other. If the emperor in front of him was an impostor, he would immediately order the imperial guards to arrest him.

As the current head of the Empire’s Ministry of Government, Dark Mir represents the fundamental interests of the major imperial families. Today’s imperial power has long been corrupted, with various families sitting in idle positions and occupying resources everywhere.

Compared to restoring the human empire, they care more about the wealth and glory in front of them.

Therefore, the emperor’s return did not make too many powerful people excited. There will never be a vacuum of power. Once someone gives up power, there will soon be newcomers who will pick it up and take it for themselves.

The Emperor stared coldly at the high lords below. With the help of the information provided by the Universal Corporation, he already knew the current situation of the High Lords’ Council.

The Navigator families, the Minotaur Legion, the state religion and other organizations are filled with a large number of incompetent people who are only interested in eating and waiting to die. They are obsessed with waging power and do not care about the future of mankind at all.

In fact, it was not a smooth process for Guilliman in the original “Warhammer 40K” to regain power on Terra. He almost relied on a coup to regain the power that belonged to him.

Swoosh! The airship escorting the Emperor slowly landed from the battleship to the designated area. When the hatch opened, a group of people walked out from the airship.

“Terra, ten thousand years later, has become a ghost like this!”

Malcador, who was following closely beside the Emperor, frowned. He was not satisfied with the Terra in this universe, with its lax military preparedness and dirty environmental management.

All signs indicate that Terra is now behind bars.

“This person looks so familiar, I seem to have seen him somewhere before…”

Dark Mir looked at Malcador’s face and suddenly remembered that he had seen a similar face on an imperial mural. That was Malcador, the first prime minister of the empire.

But Malcador had died in the Horus Heresy ten thousand years ago, his body drained out alive by the Golden Throne, buying the Emperor time to go out and quell the rebellion.

Although the Emperor successfully killed Horus and returned to the Golden Throne, Malcador was beaten to a pulp, with a fat content comparable to that of Eri.

“Maybe it’s a coincidence.” Other high lords thought so, it is possible that they look alike.

However, in reality, the Malcador they saw was none other than the Prime Minister brought back by the Emperor from the Warhammer universe.

As expected, the High Lords who were confused just now were given a warning by the Emperor the next second. This man who looked like Malcador was publicly appointed as the head of the High Lords, commanding the High Lords to complete the affairs of the empire.

Before Dark Mir could ask any questions, the Emperor had already left leisurely, leaving behind only the group of high lords who were living a life of idleness and waiting to die under Malcador’s management.

After a while, the Emperor began his tour under the escort of a group of Ultramarines.

Ten thousand years later, Terra is full of statues and murals of the God-Emperor. The former training grounds and government affairs processing areas are now occupied by a large number of palaces and temples.

Countless devout believers knelt before the statue to worship, and the nasal-tickling incense drifted throughout all parts of Terra. The almost eerie religious and peaceful atmosphere made the Emperor frown uncontrollably.

Looking at everything in front of him, he couldn’t help but mutter to himself: “If there is no Universal Corporation, what will you do? Only God knows.”

His feelings were complicated. As a materialist who extremely hated religious beliefs, the Emperor had always been strictly opposed to the emergence of religion within the Empire.

But the current Holy Terra is ten thousand times more exaggerated than the perfect city of Lorgar back then!
This was blasphemy worthy of death to him.

However, the Emperor could understand the God-Emperor’s approach. As a weak being, he needed the power of faith to maintain his vitality, and confused and distressed humans also needed faith to support themselves to survive.

In the dark and gloomy times, only this tiny bit of faith can protect mankind from being devoured by the demons of the warp and alleviate the confusion and panic in the hearts of mankind.

The trip did not last too long. After learning the basic situation on Terra, the Emperor returned to the Warhammer universe and found Guilliman at work.

“Guilliman, I have a task for you now.”

The Emperor looked at the confused Guilliman and prepared to have him replace Guilliman, who was searching for his essence, and go to the giant enterprise’s civilization breeding farm to act as a god in advance and harvest the faith of Atlantis.

Only by doing this can the time to complete the task be shortened as much as possible. After Guilliman leaves the warp, the ascension ceremony will begin immediately!
Unlike the Primarchs who had already set out, Guilliman had been diligently handling the Empire’s government affairs on Terra during this period. Although the AI ​​of the Cosmic Corporation was popularizing the Empire’s government affairs system, many things still needed to be handled specifically by him.

The direction in which the Human Empire needs to develop has already been determined by the Emperor, so Guilliman does not need to go to the trouble of making some groundbreaking work, he just needs to do his job honestly.

Guilliman was startled by the Emperor’s straightforward words, but then he nodded and responded, “Of course, father, just give your orders.”

Guilliman knew that Horus had been secretly transferred by the Emperor. Perhaps the Cosmos Corporation had already arranged for them to start new missions, and now it was his turn.

“I want you to pretend to be a god and seize the power of faith of a civilization.”

The Emperor revealed the entire plan of creating a god, and Guilliman’s expression kept changing as the Emperor explained. It was hard for him to believe that such an evil action plan was actually planned by his father.

Things that were once considered an absolute taboo by the emperor can now be done openly!

To end a civilization in exchange for a chance of advancement, and for tens of billions of lives to create a god, this is simply unthinkable.

Guilliman’s facial features were almost distorted. “Father, I don’t understand why you must do this. Is there no better way?”

For a moment, Guilliman really had to wonder if the Emperor was the evil god Tzeentch in disguise, but after looking at him carefully, he really couldn’t find any fault.

In Guilliman’s impression, the Emperor was both kind and strict. Although he did have extreme xenophobic ideas, they were all because the aliens had slaughtered humans before.

What he did was more like a revenge for what happened back then.

But the Atlantis civilization had no history of conflict with the human empire, so destroying a civilization like this would be more or less a bit cruel.

A single thought could determine the demise of billions of lives, which made Guilliman, who was not mentally prepared, a little confused.

“Guilliman, I believe you are aware of the benefits of doing this. The human empire has come this far since the chaos, and the casualties are more than tens of billions.”

The Emperor would not discuss any value issues with Guilliman. He knew that Guilliman was a rational Primarch, but also a bit “rigid” and law-abiding.

But as the successor of the human empire, breaking through one’s own limits is something that must be done. An excellent ruler cannot just stick to his old views and past experiences.

“Yes, father, I know what to do.”

Guilliman nodded with difficulty. He needed some time to digest so much information. Although he didn’t fully understand his father yet, he believed that the Emperor would not make mistakes.

Seeing this, the Emperor patted Guilliman on the shoulder and said earnestly: “This matter is of vital importance. It concerns the survival of mankind in another universe, and also the fundamental interests of the Universal Corporation.”

“Someone will work with you to do this. All you have to do is to execute it perfectly without any mistakes.”

As soon as he heard the words “Cosmic Corporation”, Guilliman suddenly realized that it was no wonder that the Emperor would make such a cruel plan. It turned out that the Cosmic Corporation was controlling everything behind the scenes.

Guilliman’s reaction was quick, and he figured out all the causes and consequences in almost an instant. Even the details that the Emperor did not tell him were filled in by his own mind.

(End of this chapter)