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Chapter 203: Making a list is an imperial tradition
After hearing the Emperor's psychic communication, or the "miracle", the guards present felt a surge of blood in their heads. They didn't bother to say anything else, and after looking at each other, they nodded. Then, under the leadership of Constantine Valdor, thousands of guardsmen walked into the throne room in an orderly manner with a pilgrimage mentality.

It was a magnificent golden palace, with three-person-armed columns standing in between, carved with gold and various gemstones by masters. From the unification war of Terra to the opening of the Great Crusade, and finally the betrayal from Horus, all were perfectly reflected with unparalleled craftsmanship.

Just by taking a quick walk through it, it feels like you have experienced the history of the entire empire.

In the deepest part of the palace, on a pyramid-like platform, a huge throne stood. On the throne was a dried corpse that seemed to have dried up for a long time. In order to maintain its physiological functions, a large number of artificial pipes connected the back and brain of the corpse. But even so, the corpse was just a corpse after all, and even if it was counted as spiritual power, it could only be regarded as a piece of magic bacon.

Facing the gazes of the crowd, the mummy trembled a few times unprecedentedly. Although it was only a few tremors of the fingers, it was so short that even the imperial guards themselves doubted whether they had seen it wrong.

But just this alone made everyone, including Waldo, hold their breath.

You know, ever since he sat on the Golden Throne, the Emperor's body has become increasingly thin. Over the long period of time, the Emperor has maintained the same action for thousands of years without the slightest change.

Physiological signs have almost completely stagnated, and if it weren't for the Emperor's Astronomican still shining brightly in the Warp, perhaps a huge, unbridgeable rift would have appeared in the Imperium by now.

Under the gaze of everyone, a ball of golden light exploded first, and then, accompanied by thick golden light, a figure came into everyone's sight.

With a cold expression and dressed in black - well, in order to be able to integrate into the world view more easily, Ron now reluctantly changed the animal skin windbreaker that was almost welded to his body into Cainhurst's knight armor.

This is the silver armor worn by the guard knights who protect Queen Annaliese of Cainhurst. Although it is called armor, it is actually a battle suit woven with silver as thin as gauze, and it is said to be able to repel malicious blood.

Among the many clothes Ron was used to, the Cainhurst Armor was the most formal one compared to other styles of hunter clothes. Like the others, they were more or less made of durable materials specially designed for hunting, without any artistic considerations.

Well, even Cainhurst's armor isn't exactly elegant. After all, the Yharnam aesthetic is... a headache if you look at it too much.

But fortunately, the Emperor obviously noticed this. Therefore, the next moment when Ron appeared, the surrounding golden light, or the mysterious energy light translated as "psychic energy" in this world, quickly condensed around Ron, forming a golden armor.

"Do you like golden things so much?" Looking at his own appearance, Ron couldn't help but complain: "And these guards of yours, don't tell me that their corn armor was also designed by you."

"Of course it's me, sublime artistic aesthetics."

The emperor seemed very pleased with himself.

"This looks more like Khrushchev's dream."

"That's just a tiny part of my history."

As the oldest immortal, the Emperor has been trying to lead humanity to complete ascension. Based on this, he has also made many attempts, and the Emperor's shadow is behind almost all political systems. The Cold War is the most famous social competition in the 2k era. It is hard to say that it is not the Emperor trying to fight with his left hand against his right hand.

"Okay, start the coronation. This will give you enough legal principles."

As he spoke, the Emperor's emotional side merged into his body. If it was the Emperor in the normal world view, he would have sat on the Golden Throne and was being silently tortured all the time. Even if the Emperor wanted to communicate with the outside world, it would be distorted due to the special properties of the warp. It can even be said that he was directly influenced by Tzeentch, causing the Emperor's orders to be completely opposite.

This price is extremely horrible, because given the current state of the empire, even if people with insight are keenly aware that this is wrong, they will still carry it out without hesitation under the influence of faith, holding the belief that "my sacrifice is for the Emperor's plan"...

"So I hate religion so much." said the Emperor.

"Okay, that's life."

Ron was quite open-minded.

After all... look at the protagonists in other worlds.

I hate giants! Then I became a giant. I hate ghouls! Then I became a ghoul. I hate working! Then I became a wage earner...

Oh, the last one is not the protagonist.

Chatting with the emperor in a random manner, but to the guards outside, this seemed enviable.

Because they could clearly feel, or even see, that the emperor sitting on the golden throne opened a pair of eyes that seemed to be there and not there.

The reason why it is said to be seemingly there and not there is entirely because the Emperor's body did not move, but it gave people the feeling that there had been changes in the psychic rhythm of the subspace.

In the normal timeline, the Emperor's physical body is almost unable to move. However, for the Emperor who is affected by the intersection of the celestial spheres and has completed the split personality through the special characteristics of the group to resist the erosion of the warp. Although he cannot break free from the Golden Throne now, relying on this accumulated power, it is not a problem for him to move his limbs in the material realm for a short time and in a small range.

Then, the Emperor raised his right hand. The dry arm trembled as it rose, and as the guards watched in near silence, the Emperor opened his palm, and the rolling psychic energy formed a golden cinnamon twig into a ring, which he then placed above Ron's head.

Then, the Emperor lowered his hand as if he had used up all his strength. However, the psychic crown did not disappear, but floated quietly above Ron's head, emitting a warm light of pale golden color.

Kneeling on one knee before the Emperor's miracle, Waldo then stood up and looked at Ron standing in front of the golden throne. Waldo asked solemnly, "Excuse me, how should we address you?"

"Call me the Shit King, Ron."

Ron spoke clearly and concisely, but before his voice could be heard, the psychic crown on his head flickered with a faint light. Then, when his voice reached the ears of Waldo and others, it automatically corrected to:

"Saint King, Ron."

After hearing what Ron said, the guards had no doubts. And Waldo also asked, "What do you need us to do?"

In response, Ron raised his eyebrows, realizing something was wrong, and then said:
"I'm not sure either. Take me to the bathroom first and kill all those people who are blocking the door and smoking."

"I bring the Emperor's mission, to restore order and restore the glory of the Empire." "Fuck you!"

"Praise the Emperor!"

"Praise the Emperor!!"

Hearing Ron's solemn and majestic voice, feeling the solemnity in the calm, the greatness and loftiness like the deep sea and the towering mountains, even Waldo couldn't help but marvel at this grandeur at this moment.

He is indeed the Saint King chosen by the Emperor, the Eternal Chosen. This clear and firm will, selfless and great soul, is just like the Emperor himself!
"Okay, okay, kid, this is how you play, right..."

Realizing that the psychic crown on his head was merely a psychic anchor point used by the Emperor in the perceptual aspect of the Warp to interfere with the material universe, Ron chuckled happily as veins bulged on his forehead.

"This will only filter out some dirty words and modify them into sentences that are suitable for the current environment of the empire. Although I also want to contact the material world directly, it is a pity that I am already exhausted at this level." Feeling Ron's emotions, the emperor's emotional side chuckled, but then sighed:
"In fact, I would rather they hear my foul language or foul mouth, so that at least they don't regard me as a god, but as a 'leader'..."

"Don't dodge the point with me."

"Okay, when this is over, I'll give you one-fifth of all my income."

"At least half."

"No, I still have to be responsible for the empire. A quarter at most, no more."

"Alright, deal."

A new deal was reached quickly, and Ron no longer cared about the account ban.

And below, looking at Ron, the current commander of the Royal Guards, Esso Kumadra, asked solemnly:

"Excuse me, Your Excellency the Saint King, what are your orders?"

"Kill! All sharks!" Ron said, "I'll give you a list, shoot! No matter who's on the list, kill them all."

"The Emperor says: Behead!" Saint King Roan's face was calm and stern, and his black eyes swallowed up the surrounding light like a black hole. It was unfathomable and difficult to look directly at, as if it was going to swallow up the soul.

"My holy emperor has bestowed upon me the scroll of insects and beasts. I have examined the crimes of those who have entered the empire and have exterminated their abnormalities and ugly hearts. I have exterminated the ugly race, and have pardoned them if I have the chance, in order to set things right."

Okay, okay, you even copied the translation, right?!
Ron was a little speechless about the psychic crown translator above his head, but he didn't say much. He was just a little surprised at the Emperor's methods.

The first stage of the ascension ceremony had already begun, and Ron could clearly feel the thoughts of the imperial guards present - respect and reverence. This was unimaginable.

Because every Custodian has his own thoughts, they do not have the fighting brotherhood of the Astartes Space Marines, they only believe in their own decisions and are only loyal to the Emperor himself. In this case, it is almost impossible to get the approval of all of them. Because no matter how perfect a person is, there will always be shortcomings that others are unwilling to accept.

But it is not the case with the Emperor - under the influence of the psychic aura, the Emperor's appearance in the eyes of different people is completely different.

When the Lion King first saw the Emperor, he appeared in emerald armor and a hood, looking mysterious and unpredictable. He was also wearing a golden robe and was shrouded in a dim light.

When the famous Mechanicus explorer Rand first saw the Emperor, he looked very "inconspicuous". He was of average height and build. He had black hair and bronze skin. His eyes were slightly blurry, a mixture of blue, green, gray and brown. But his face carried a kind of wisdom, kindness and ancient aura, which easily won deep into his soul.

In addition, there are the barbarians of ancient Eurasia, the extremely powerful muscular warriors, the handsome noble knights, and the silent nuns who are listed as untouchables and are completely unaffected by psychic power. In their eyes, there are ordinary middle-aged people who sit on the golden throne in eternal pain, without unparalleled majesty or golden halo, and constantly suffer.

These are all emperors, these are what people want to see, these are the impressions of what emperors look like.

And now, a psychic crown came to Ron's head. In addition to automatic translation and automatic silencing, it also automatically generated a "temperament" for Ron.

Unlike the emperor who had a thousand different appearances, the effect on Ron only made him look more solemn, serious, and convincing.

"The question is, how are you going to make the list? Whose names should be written?" the emperor asked. "At least it should be organized and not reckless."

Hearing this, Ron asked the Emperor: "Which millennium is it now?"

"The thirty-sixth one, what happened?" the emperor asked.

"The thirty-sixth millennium? Let me think about it..." After hearing the current time period, Ron also fell into memories.

In the 40,000-year history of the Warhammer world, some special years are specially marked and written about. The 36th millennium... is called the Age of Apostasy.

The Ecclesiarchy and the Imperial Ministry of the Interior clashed fiercely, causing countless planets to suffer disasters. In the end, Gorg Vandir, who would become infamous in the future, became the Pope of the Ecclesiarchy and the Minister of the Interior, gaining de facto supreme power over the Empire.

Since then, the entire Empire has become Vandire's plaything, and an era of absolute authoritarianism has emerged without restraint and reason. Millions of worlds belonging to the Empire have been randomly bombed with viruses, and huge armies have been called up to exterminate the Empire's own subjects for trumped-up reasons due to suspected or imagined rebellions by Vandire.

The impact of the Age of Apostasy was nothing short of terrible, and the series of effects it produced were not properly resolved until Guilliman awoke from the stasis field, causing all aspects of the Empire to suffer the bitter consequences of the power struggle thousands of years ago.

Now, after confirming the time, Ron uploaded some of the information he knew to the Emperor. Not long after, a scroll made of psychic energy appeared in front of Ron. He gently pushed it into the hands of the Imperial Guards and said:

"Leave no one behind."

Hearing this, Waldo took the psychic scroll and immediately opened the list. Looking at the series of names on it, even Waldo couldn't help but narrow his eyes for a moment.

(End of this chapter)