Wander! Blue Star People

Guilliman's eyes wandered between the Emperor and the God-Emperor for a moment, with a hint of uneasiness in his indifferent eyes.

As an important part of the plan, Guilliman knew the entire plan.

The Emperor and the God-Emperor are the biggest variables on the Chaos Eight-Pointed Star. What they plan is not just for a moment or a place, but for eternity and infinity.

Throughout the ages, countless heroes and splendid civilizations have been born in the universe. They have created immortal myths and amazing history, but there has never been a great strategy like the Emperor and the God-Emperor, which uses the entire universe and ancient and modern time as a chessboard. Home.

Although they live in the present, they focus on the past and the future. They fight against the four evil gods who control time in countless possibilities, and reach a major moment when they may win.

This is an incredible event!

However, Guilliman felt a little confused.

There is huge spiritual energy flowing in his body, which is the pure faith from the entire human empire. With this power, he can easily destroy his brothers, just like an elephant trampling a hyena to death.

He has become powerful!

But in essence, He is no longer a human being, He is now God.

All he has is the memory of when he was a human being.

At this moment, this memory can also let him know who he is, and his strength is closely related to the human race. He will protect humans spontaneously without anyone's supervision.

But if He lands on the Chaos Eight-Pointed Star and exists in the past and future at the same time, can this memory of being a human be used as an anchor for Him to maintain his current self?

At this moment, Guilliman was a little scared.

Compared to eternity, his time as a human was too short.

Throwing a grain of sand into the sea, his memory as a human being will be much smaller than the grain of sand compared to the entire sea.

He could become a very different being than he is now.

He didn't know whether he could bear the expectations of the Emperor and the God-Emperor, whether he could successfully ascend to the corner of the Chaos Eight-Pointed Star, and whether he could stick to his heart after becoming a god. Once he failed, the sacrifice of the God-Emperor would be in vain. significance.

This path will prove to be a wrong one, and the future of infinite time and space will once again be bleak.

Guilliman felt tremendous pressure.

His thoughts were floating in the subspace, becoming more and more divergent and fragile.

Invisible malice crept toward Him.

Suddenly, he heard a call: "Guilliman, don't go far."

He suddenly woke up.

The voice came from the pale sun hanging high in the sky, and it was the God-Emperor calling Him.

The malice that lurked near Guilliman vanished with this call.

Guilliman looked at the God-Emperor on the golden throne, and suddenly felt the urge to cry in his indifferent heart.

Ten thousand years!

He hasn't heard the voice of the God Emperor in ten thousand years!

He knew that in order for him to become the racial god of mankind, the God-Emperor had to bear the additional impurities of faith from a human empire.

If the God-Emperor didn't do this, he might still be able to hold on for a long time.

Spring suddenly bloomed in the subspace.

A vibrant manor was born from the chaotic subspace. A young man wearing linen stood at the door of the manor, waving to Guilliman with a smile.

"Come here, it's just you." The God Emperor said with a smile.

The music had reached its final chapter, and the God-Emperor was no longer stingy with power. He spoke without any sign of being tainted by faith, and his expression was more relaxed than at any time in Guilliman's memory.

The God-Emperor's state of mind seemed to have returned to the time when humans had not left Terra.

At that time, human civilization was still very backward.

But He does not need to worry about the survival of the entire human race and lives happily every day.

By the time Guilliman was born, he no longer had that state of mind.

Faced with the God-Emperor's invitation, Guilliman came happily.

He set foot on the manor's soil.

Being down-to-earth made him feel more at ease. His eyes fell on the God-Emperor. After getting closer, he could see that the God-Emperor was "shaky" and the relaxation on his face was just an appearance he was trying to maintain.

His mood suddenly hit rock bottom.

Compared to the Emperor, the God-Emperor was the person he was closer to, and the God-Emperor was about to leave him forever.

Guilliman had many things to say to the God-Emperor, but he suddenly couldn't open his mouth.

The God-Emperor had not yet left, but just imagining the coming future made Guilliman feel great sadness.

"Don't be sad." The God Emperor said with a smile, "There is no such thing as a feast that lasts forever. You should be happy for me."

There was relief in his voice.

In the darkest moment the entire universe has ever experienced, He has held a torch for mankind for ten thousand years, and now He can finally be freed.

"Yes, I am happy for you." Guilliman said with sadness radiating from his body.

The God-Emperor smiled and gently took Guilliman's hand.

He led Guilliman to the manor and introduced the manor to Guilliman as he walked: "This is my manor near the Mediterranean a long time ago. At that time, there were a total of three hundred and five people living in the manor. We We grow grapes in the manor, and every harvest season, we use the harvested grapes to make wine. The wine tastes very good. We not only drink it ourselves, but also sell it to rich nobles."

The God-Emperor spoke with great energy, his face filled with joy and hope. Guilliman believed that he had not been so happy for a long time.

When he talks about something he is happy about, the God-Emperor will even tell a joke.

Guilliman was infected by the God-Emperor's optimism, and he smiled unconsciously, and the sadness in his heart became much lighter.

"I want money!"

Suddenly, a harsh voice came from the God Emperor's body. The voice was layered, as if thousands of people were speaking at the same time, and every word was full of greedy desire.

Guilliman's smile faltered.

The God-Emperor stopped and turned to look at Guilliman, with a vivid apology on his face: "I'm sorry, my time is almost running out."

Guilliman fell silent, the cheerful atmosphere gone.

"Come with me, let's go talk about business." The God-Emperor's expression became solemn. He once again held Guilliman's hand, took one step forward, and led Guilliman to the tea room of the manor.

The decoration of the tea room is very simple.

The most eye-catching thing is the table in the center of the tea room and the three chairs surrounding the table. The emperor is sitting on one of the chairs.

He made tea and when he saw the two people arriving, he stood up and made it for them.

The God-Emperor and Guilliman sat down at the table.

In the refreshing aroma of tea, the Emperor asked Guilliman: "Xiao Liu, the will of the God Emperor can no longer be sustained. Do you have any questions?"

For this conversation, the God-Emperor almost exhausted his last energy.

On the way to lead Guilliman, every word he spoke was a huge burden to him, and every word pushed him to become the god of destruction and erosion.

He was exhausted. (End of chapter)