Chapter 480 Death goes to the right, survival goes to the left! Upgrade!

At this time, a crack appeared in the warp, and Guilliman, who had been silent for a long time, walked out from it. His eyes revealed his selfless divinity and absolute rationality, and his aura was even stronger than before.

It was clear that Guilliman had found his true essence and become a true complete being, a Primarch who had merged the souls of the Great Daemons of the Warp.

The power of faith from the breeding circle of the main universe civilization is continuously flowing into Guilliman, and with the help of the God-Emperor, these beliefs and emotions have been filtered and suppressed, and have little impact on Guilliman.

But this is only the beginning, in the future Guilliman will be constantly affected by more emotions, and he will need the help of both the God-Emperor and the Emperor.

Now everything is ready, and Guilliman can begin his ascension to become the new Warp God at any time.

Guilliman looked at the Emperor and the God-Emperor. Becoming the main god of mankind did not make him excited or happy. From now on, he would become a screw in the warp, existing to maintain the stability of the universe.

It’s boring, but it’s meaningful.

Since the birth of the universe, countless civilized species have been born. The mysterious laws of nature have driven the rise and fall of countless civilizations. No matter how prosperous and powerful an empire or culture is, it will eventually be worn out by time.

The laws of the universe are like a wheel rolling forward. No one can stop this process, but what the Emperor and the God-Emperor are doing now is to participate in the direction of this wheel’s movement.

They couldn’t change the stopping or starting of the wheels, but they could decide in which direction the wheels would go. This was an unprecedented peak moment for human civilization.

Even the golden age couldn’t do that.

Fighting against the four Chaos Gods of the Warp for control of the laws of the universe is undoubtedly the first great feat in human history.

However, Guilliman seemed somewhat dazed and confused at this moment.

He became stronger.

The pure power of faith transformed into enormous psychic energy, turning him, a mortal who knew nothing about psychic energy, into a psychic with supreme power.

As he controls this power, he can easily crush his primarch brothers to death in the blink of an eye. Even if the demon Magnus comes, he is nothing but lowly scum in front of him.

With his own unique essence and the power obtained by sacrificing the Atlantean civilization, Guilliman can now be called a standard Warp God.

However, it was a little difficult for Guilliman to accept the transformation from a human to a god. From time to time, memories of his governance of the Ultramarines Legion on Macragge would emerge in his mind.

And the glorious moment when the Atlanteans rose from technological advancement to conquering other races and reaching the pinnacle of civilization.

“Get used to this feeling as quickly as possible. Don’t worry too much. I will help you remove most of the emotional impurities. You will need to slowly accept and perceive the rest.”

The God-Emperor seemed to have noticed Guilliman’s mood changes. While he was enduring the torment of emotions and the power of faith on the Golden Throne, he was also actively trying to digest the backlash brought about by his faith.

It would be extremely painful and unbearable at first, but as time went on, his senses would gradually become numb, and the infinitely high threshold would often cause the God-Emperor to be between sanity and madness.

This is the price that the gods need to pay, even the Four Gods of Chaos have to accept it.

“I know what you are worried about. You are afraid that you will be deceived by this power and become an evil god like the four gods of chaos. Don’t worry, we will assist you.”

No one knows a son better than his father. The Emperor and the God-Emperor could see what Guilliman was worried about. In fact, they had already considered these issues.

The God-making Project is currently the second most important event for the Cosmic Corporation after the Ether Engine. Behind Guilliman is not only the Emperor and the God-Emperor, but also the support of countless human and material resources of the Corporation.

Now that he has taken the throne of the main god of the Subspace Chaos Octagon, he will definitely be controlled and influenced by the giant corporations.

It is simply impossible for the evil gods Tzeentch and Khorne to drag Guilliman down with them.

“Let’s go, we don’t have much time.”

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The main universe, the headquarters of the world’s giant enterprises, and the base of all worlds.

Leon and the executives of his giant companies were staring at the real-time images in front of them, looking at the dying Atlantis civilization and Guilliman who was about to ascend.

The day when Guilliman is promoted will be the moment of complete death of Atlantis civilization.

“David Martinez and his team have all evacuated the Warhammer 40K universe, leaving only the Stargate. The Emperor and the God-Emperor are still there helping Guilliman ascend.”

Morgan Blackhand reported aloud.

No one knows where this god-making project will lead.

Although this is not the first time that the Universe Corporation has created a god, it had helped Kerrigan ascend to become a Xel’Naga in the “StarCraft” universe.

However, many of the processes and steps for Kerrigan to become a god are relatively clear and transparent, and this deification operation was basically led by the Emperor, assisted by giant corporations.

Some methods were even proposed and officially used for the first time.

If the plan fails, the universe of this parallel world may collapse prematurely, or it may directly cause the subspace to collapse and merge with reality, forming a new chaotic universe.

But no matter where the ending will go, Leon has arranged people to take sufficient protective measures, and the changes in the “Warhammer 40K” universe will not affect the main universe.

“I hope this operation will succeed. The civilization in our civilization breeding circle can’t stand a few more disturbances…”

Ott Cunningham said with a bitter look on her face that Dr. Halsey had complained to her many times that if they continued with this plan of creating gods, once all the civilizations they could raise were used up, they would have to use humans from other universes as sacrifices.

“The benefits and costs of a successful plan are obvious. Remember our company’s first principle, equal exchange? This is part of what must be paid.”

V recalled hearing about the LA company in Victor’s prosthetic repair shop in Little Chinatown in Night City. How many people at that time could have thought of a simple concept that could lead a giant company to where it is today?

Only Leon’s advanced ideas could have such magic power to end the chaotic cyber giant and lead human civilization into the realm of God.

At this time, Li Ang remained silent, staring motionlessly at the hard-light screen in front of him.

The return on success of this program is extremely high.

Once Guilliman successfully ascends, not only will the giant company be able to mass-produce more gods in the future, it will also be able to quickly replenish all the technological points in the history of the Warhammer universe in a short period of time!
From the various regular-level weapons used by the ancient holy civilization in the War in Heaven, to the destructive weapons that will appear at the end of the universe, all can be quickly learned about.

Perhaps they could also use Guilliman’s perspective to pick up technological points in the long history that would be helpful for the manufacture of the Ether Phase Engine, and speed up the completion of the project.

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… “Father, we have sacrificed so many people and used so many resources, but in the end, is everything we have done really meaningful?”

Guilliman looked up at the starry sky, the Milky Way was moving above his head. Humanity would perish, the universe would perish and restart, or even go directly to death and never be resurrected.

Their struggles seem so insignificant and futile in the face of the rules.

“Don’t say there is no point in doing something you haven’t done.”

The Emperor remained patient and comforted Guilliman: “Of course everything will end. All we can do is to delay the end as much as possible and improve the quality of human civilization.”

“The universe and nature are heading towards death, but we insist on surviving death, seizing every opportunity to do our best to live. This is not only our instinct as a living being, but also the only weapon to fight against the law.”

Death is moving to the right, and survival is moving to the left.

If we give up on survival, human beings will quickly disappear in the long river of history like the civilized species that have long since disappeared, and become an insignificant ripple.

But if they can survive tenaciously and live to the day when they live as long as the sky, humans may also find an opportunity to jump into reincarnation, start again with hope and memory, and achieve eternal immortality.

When that day comes, everything we do now will be meaningful.

“If we fail, the worst possible outcome is that the universe will be destroyed ahead of schedule, and human civilization will die in the remaining time.”

“And I will leave here and continue to travel to other parallel universes and start again until I find a way for mankind to survive forever.”

The Emperor also spoke up and said that everything they were doing now actually had no substantial benefit to the human beings in the current Warhammer 40K universe.

From the perspective of the universe’s billions of years, even if human civilization continues for another 100,000 years, it will only be a drop in time.

For them, the best outcome would be the return of the God-Emperor and the revival of the Empire. What the Emperor is doing now is unnecessary.

But the emperor still has to do it.

After all, human civilization in this universe should have ended long ago. If it weren’t for the God-Emperor who was holding on by himself, the empire would have been devoured by the Chaos Legion.

Rather than leaving it hanging like this and making everyone suffer, it would be better to end this twisted situation with a clean break.

“Okay, let’s get started.”

Guilliman stopped talking and prepared to formally undergo his ascension ceremony. This matter was meaningful and he had so many people supporting him. Even if he really became a cold and ruthless god, what did it matter?

“Guilliman, after reaching the summit of the Chaos Octagon, your consciousness will exist in all timelines simultaneously. You will instantly understand all causes and effects, and be impacted by countless beliefs and emotions.”

“Remember, use your reason to correctly view all problems and information. Your essence determines where you come from and where you return.”

The Emperor repeatedly advised Guilliman.

After understanding the cause and effect, Jianqi will work like a possessed conspirator, trying desperately to unravel the mystery and make all the developments clear, so as to arrange his own tricks and deceptions and achieve his own goals.

The angry Khorne hates chaotic emotions and complicated events. He only wants to use killing to make everything around him suffer and wail. When howling becomes the main theme, the silent sadness will no longer be noticed.

In order to escape the boring cycle of history, the lustful Slaanesh can only constantly stimulate his senses and immerse himself in eternal happiness by creating the Garden of Eden in his dreams.

The benevolent father Nurgle sees that all things are quietly heading towards extinction. He is disgusted by the unchanging eternity. Only death and corruption can clearly touch the passage and change of time.

Every god thinks and acts according to his own essence. If Guilliman wants to avoid sinking and falling, he must follow his own essence.

This is his innate talent and character, and it is also the only lighting fixture that can guide him back home.

Guilliman pondered over the words of the God-Emperor, and he remembered the essence of what he had seen in the Warp, which was an extremely sophisticated steam machine composed of countless gears.

Unlike Tzeentch’s treacherous changes, the machine worked in an extremely stable and orderly manner. Unlike Khorne’s violent temper, the machine turned its gears calmly, without arrogance or impatience.

Unlike the decadence and laziness of Slaanesh, the machine keeps repeating the boring process. Unlike the dullness and slowness of Nurgle, the machine maintains unrestrained vitality, vigorously gushing out steaming white mist.

Perhaps, this is his true self, a self that is different from that of any evil god.

“Father, I understand.”

Guilliman nodded. He seemed to have known how he could become a Warp God and fight against the four Chaos Gods who were eyeing him covetously.

Struggling with countless beliefs and emotions.

“Let’s get started. The people of Atlantis have suffered too much. Now is the time to wake them up from their nightmare.”

The Emperor urged Guilliman to be prepared. There would always be some Atlanteans who would gradually realize that all this was a scam of the gods. It would be better to complete the ascension ceremony as soon as possible before they realized it.

“bring it on!”

Guilliman closed his eyes.

The God-Emperor and the Emperor looked at each other, and then simultaneously activated the ancient witchcraft secret method. The suns projected by the two of them in the subspace suddenly vibrated and turned into rotating magic balls.

Rumble——! !

Two pale suns were burning fiercely, an unprecedented storm was stirring up waves in the Warp, and Guilliman began to ascend under the traction of great power!

At the same time, countless threads of faith and emotion were pulled over from the other end of the star gate and converged on Guilliman.

On the planet Atlantis, far away in the breeding circle of the main universe civilization, the lives, thoughts and beliefs of countless people were suddenly controlled by the lines, and they looked dully in the direction of the star gate.

In a laboratory ten thousand meters underground, Einstein, a scientist from the Atlantis civilization, was desperately calculating the changes in cosmological constants and the pieces of information he had captured.

After half a month of analysis, he finally came to a terrifying conclusion after spending half his life:
The Atlantis civilization is a group of poor creatures being fed by a higher civilization. All the trends of revival and the coming of gods are illusions. They are just the sacrifices that the gods need.

[Children, run! ]

After the old Einstein quickly typed a few words with trembling fingers, he immediately sent out a signal. However, at the same time when the signal was sent, the psychic thread burning with flames had already penetrated deep into the ground.

His life and soul were instantly swallowed up, and Einstein, along with the Atlanteans outside, raised their colorless eyes, opened their mouths in a twisted manner, and looked in the direction of the star gate in a weird posture.

(End of this chapter)