After the unnatural sacred flame appeared, the fragrance of candlelight and incense permeated the battlefield, and everyone felt the sacredness.
That is the will from the Lord of mankind.
"For the Emperor!" The warriors were extremely excited, as if they had received some kind of buff.
They roared and launched a counterattack against the demons.
"Only with the Emperor can the people rely on him for protection..."
The priests who were performing the exorcism ceremony in the back knelt on the ground and cried and prayed.
The divine will descended, and Yax was redeemed!
The plague fog that had raged before was also transformed into harmless water vapor under the burning of the sacred flame.
The evil power of Nurgle's benevolent father was restrained, and more demons in the poisonous fog were reduced to ashes or dying in an instant.
But the Emperor's target was not the devil, but Nurgle himself, and the two sides fought fiercely.
The surging holy flames and vicious evil energy gathered at the core of the battlefield, corroding and tearing each other apart.
The struggle between the two warp beings is not physical, but a confrontation between concepts, which then materializes into a horrific natural disaster in the real universe.
The incomparable terrifying power caused all nearby beings to retreat temporarily.
They are not capable of participating in such a high-dimensional war.
Ron and Guilliman retreated to the periphery of the battlefield, looking at the vortex formed by flames and evil energy in the center, with a hint of shock in their eyes.
Both Primarchs could sense the horror of it.
"Is this the power of the Warp?"
Guilliman's eyes showed a hint of fear as he wondered how humans should deal with such power.
Perhaps, humans are powerless before such a force.
Ron put away the legendary power sword "Glory" and sighed with emotion: "Old Ji, you really enjoyed beating your father this time. It must have consumed a lot of faith energy. It must have made his whole body feel very active..."
Guilliman looked at his brother and wanted to correct him. The Primarchs all had the blood of the Emperor, and the Emperor was the father of all Primarchs.
But he thought about it and said nothing.
After all, he didn't really want to acknowledge that cheap father, and he never called him his son.
From the time the Emperor ascended the Golden Throne to his own return, the Emperor spoke to almost no one in the ten thousand years between his ascension to the Golden Throne and his own return.
That being is always silent, good at hiding his thoughts, and rarely gives care.
In reality, the Emperor allowed the Primarchs to love him, to call him Father, or to refer to themselves as his son, though he himself rarely uttered these words.
This made the Primarchs feel that they were just weapons, some kind of creation of the Emperor.
Guilliman pondered, after he arrived at the Golden Throne, the Emperor did speak, but he spoke to a creation, not a son.
The Emperor's welcome to him was not like a father welcoming a son, but like a warrior finding a blade he thought he had lost.
He hoped that this sharp blade could dispel the darkness and save the empire he built.
"Perhaps, the Emperor never loved us..."
The Primarch's own son and Imperial Regent spoke in a low voice, somewhat sadly.
"What?"
When Ron heard this, he was a little confused. Why did Lao Ji suddenly become emo?
It seems that the Emperor is indeed not very kind to these Primarchs. The shadow of their original families is one of them, but it may also be caused by the miscommunication between the two sides.
Some traditional parents don't like to express their feelings.
And that emperor was indeed a bit socially anxious.
Maybe we can set up a group or something, hold a family communication meeting, let them talk it out and resolve the conflict.
"Hiss, it just so happens that the Emperor is here too."
Ron frowned and said in a loud voice: "How about we go and ask your father later to see if he loves you?"
He also wanted to know the answer to this question and have a taste of the melon.
This drew a slight glance from Calgar and the others, but they all tried to remain natural, as if they hadn't heard anything.
Guilliman suddenly felt a little uncomfortable after hearing this, and his expression became even more resolute:
"Perhaps there are some issues here, but now is not the time to deal with them. It is time to eliminate the enemy's advantage from Yax."
In his heart, he was unwilling or afraid to face the real emperor, so he quietly changed the subject.
"Oh, this is a very important question. Conflicts must be resolved eventually. Avoiding them won't solve the problem."
Ron patted the Prince of Political Affairs on the shoulder, but the other party remained silent.
"Alas, Lao Ji is scared."
He sighed slightly. The emperor's family was all very weird. Like father, like son. Old Ji was almost the same.
Of course, this Ultimate Primarch and Regent of the Empire has a good character among the Primarchs.
Forget it, we'll talk about it later when we have the chance.
It's not that Ron is so bored that he has to meddle in the relationship between the father and son of the Emperor's family.
Because the Emperor's family relationships affect all aspects of the Empire, such as the Horus Heresy.
Whether in the past, present or future, whether the ruler's family is harmonious and whether power is transferred smoothly are related to the fate and future of the grassroots people.
Any disturbance will lead to speculation from those who stand on the side below.
Especially those like the Primarchs, each of them has a large number of troops under their command.
If the conflict between them becomes irreconcilable and they start fighting, it will be like the earth shaking and the Milky Way burning.
Even if the superior acts impulsively, many people may die.
Such an incident was also recorded in the history of the Eastern Empire during the 1K era of ancient Terra, under the name Cao Cao killed three wise men with one shot.
Above the Axe Cathedral, the interweaving of flames and evil energy has reached a fever pitch and is still in a stalemate.
More illusions appeared, golden-winged angels and flaming warriors fighting against the phantoms of Nurgle demons representing the plague virus.
Guilliman looked at the stalemate on the battlefield with a hint of worry in his eyes.
"Don't worry, everything will be fine."
Ron didn't have any worries and explained, "The Emperor has just woken up and is warming up. He will be entering the arena soon."
He did not mention how he awakened the Emperor with a punch, for fear that Lao Ji would not be able to accept it.
As soon as he finished speaking, the sacred tower in the distance shook more violently, and an even more surging force surged towards him.
The flames were almost materialized, and one could even see the illusory sacred sun in them.
This made the devout believers on the battlefield even more fanatical.
Ron was overjoyed. The Emperor had already entered the arena and started to exert his strength, charging forward fiercely!
The fiery energy of the Holy Sun was output crazily as if it were free, turning the situation around for a moment.
In just a few seconds, the gelatinous, malicious plague fog that filled the battlefield was completely suppressed.
However, this is not the end.
The golden flames rushed straight towards the crack in the void, which was the exit of the plague fog, connecting to the Garden of Nurgle in the Warp.
My goodness, the Emperor's flame has burned over!
Ron took a deep breath and watched the battle in the void, not wanting to miss this epic scene.
He even felt the emperor's excitement. The old man was really excited.
In the past, if the emperor wanted to use some faith energy, he had to rely on the living saints to release it in a hasty manner, and he could only purify a small area.
There will be some scenes like angelic miracles or a beautiful girl turning chaotic pollution into clear water.
Moreover, this process is extremely difficult. It is not easy to cultivate a living saint. It involves soul-related contracts and operations.
More importantly, those mortal bodies simply cannot bear so much energy.
However, now, with the Holy Tower and the Light Prism Tower that can export energy, he can wantonly release the energy of faith that causes him pain.
Just charge as much as you want.
It is simply a kind of enjoyment or healing.
In Ron's own words, it can detoxify and beautify the skin, and it can also burn away evil and hatred, killing two birds with one stone.
"No..."
On the other side of the void rift, Nurgle's kind father in front of the black house seemed a little panicked when he saw the flames coming.
Gurgle——
The garden began to boil, and the fetid swamp bubbled up and down.
Nurgle suddenly stretched out his rotten palm, trying to stop the burning flames.
Next second.
An extremely huge hand slapped towards the crack, trying to block the entrance and prevent the invasion of flames.
"What the hell?"
Ron's spiritual perception was sharper than anyone else present.
Perhaps others only saw the burning flames and plague mist, but he clearly saw the giant rotten palm that came from the void, which was at least as big as a planet.
It was covered with traces of plague and decay, and countless chaotic creatures were wriggling in the abscesses.
Fortunately, the rotten giant hand could not cross the boundary between reality and space, but only urgently blocked the crack between the Garden of Nurgle and reality.
This shocked and frightened him deeply.
What a devastating power it was, almost irresistible.
But this fear quickly dissipated.
Because Ron suddenly thought that the small sun in his subspace essence was not small in size, at least much larger than the planet Yax.
If I could do something weird between the veil of subspace and reality, it would scare people to death.
In the void, Nurgle's giant hand blocked the crack, trying to fill it and restore it to its original state.
However, the Emperor did not give Him this opportunity, and the flames became more and more fierce, attacking like a sharp sword.
The giant palm of plague emitted a strange fragrance under the burning flames, and burned to more places along the palm.
Hot!
Nurgle's kind father held on for a while, then he let out a roar and instinctively withdrew his hand to prevent his body from suffering more attacks.
In this way.
The sacred flames burned along the cracks and spread to more areas.
In an instant, a raging fire broke out outside the Garden of Nurgle.
The fetid swamps dried up, the bloated, rotting vegetation burned, and the plague life struggled in the fire.
Moreover, the flames continued to burn forward, and the dark and winding paths at the edge of the Garden of Nurgle began to suffer, and more Nurgle demons began to flee deeper.
These Nurgle daemons sought to escape the Scourge wrought by the Damned.
He even saw that his Nurgle traitor, Bara, was packing up and fleeing deep into the depths, even though he was still a long distance away from the flames.
"The Cursed One!"
The Father of Nurgle roared in fury, shaking the entire garden as he raised a void tsunami of rotting mud to cover the burning flames.
Trying to extinguish the flames.
However, the sacred flame continued to grow.
"This wave of profit is huge."
Ron was quite excited as he watched this scene. If the Emperor could really penetrate deep into the Garden of Nurgle, he should be able to end this Plague War ahead of time.
In the psychic vision, after encountering an obstacle, the Holy Flame changed its strategy and burned forward along a point.
A path was burned through a section of Nurgle's Garden, gradually going deeper.
Faced with this horrific invasion, Father Nurgle reacted with increasing violence, once again blocking the flames.
After all, that is His domain, where He can mobilize more evil energy.
Fortunately, the energy of faith contained within the Holy Sun was even more abundant, and the Emperor once again increased the intensity of the invasion, and the flames rose again.
He is getting more and more powerful!
This time, Father Nurgle had no way to resist, and the Garden of Nurgle was about to fall and burn on a large scale.
This anxious moment.
Snap——
Ron noticed a strange noise coming from not far away and turned to look.
That was the sound coming from the Light Prism Tower. The special alloy used to construct the Light Prism Tower creaked, and the screws in some areas broke out.
Obviously, these mechanical creations are overwhelmed and in an overloaded state, and are about to collapse.
"not good..."
He reacted and took a deep breath: "The Emperor's charge was a bit too strong, it has exceeded the limit of the Light Prism Tower!"
If this kind of pressure continues, the Light Prism Tower will probably fall apart under the impact of energy, causing damage to the entire defense array.
Ron immediately used psychic energy to warn the Emperor: "Slow down! You can't charge any further! The sacred machinery can no longer handle this enormous amount of energy!"
He hoped that the emperor would be more restrained and burn it slowly.
Otherwise, if the light prism tower is destroyed, there will be no channel to transport energy into it.
After receiving the psychic message, the Emperor conveyed a trace of emotion that had not yet burned out, and then immediately reduced the transmission of divine energy.
Unfortunately, it's too late.
Boom——
One light prism tower after another was destroyed by the impact of energy, causing violent explosions.
As the number of transmission channels decreased, the output of divine power inevitably weakened, and there was no way to continue the invasion.
He also realized this, and after suddenly increasing his energy and burning a wave, he retreated.
This also caused the final light prism tower to explode and collapse.
"It seems that we need to ask the Mechanicus to continue upgrading its mechanical facilities..."
Ron looked at the wreckage of the Light Prism Tower and felt a little sorry.
If these towers were stronger, they would probably burn for longer.
Fortunately, these sacred defensive structures are disposable and have fulfilled their mission well.
In the shadows of the sky, the flames in Nurgle's Gardens have gone out.
The fire destroyed the outer edge of the garden and burned a narrow scar inside.
He keenly realized that the scar passage was leading to the Black House and the Garden of the Goddess of Life, and this might be used in the future.
Reach the depths of the Garden of Nurgle faster.
Above the Cathedral of Axes, the Holy Flame gradually dimmed, and the Emperor's will began to withdraw from the planet.
But before leaving.
He sought out the Regent and the Savior.
"Father..."
No matter how dull Regent Guilliman's perception was, he could still feel the presence of the Emperor under such dense divine light.
The father was looking at him, and he even vaguely saw the shadow of the emperor in golden armor.
But the father and son looked at each other and said nothing.
The Emperor's attention quickly shifted to the Savior.
He raised his hand and patted the other person's shoulder with psychic power, sending out a psychic message, which basically praised you for doing a good job.
It seemed that the pressure of faith on Him, the Lord of Humanity, had been reduced a lot, and His whole body was clear and bright.
Afterwards, the emperor's shadow turned around, as if he was about to leave.
The remaining energy could not support his phantom illusion in the real world for too long.
The Regent watched the Emperor leave in silence. During the few moments they met, they did not communicate at all.
"The Emperor…"
Ron sighed slightly.
He suddenly sent a psychic message to the Lord of Humanity, his tone quite serious:
"Perhaps your son is not as strong as you think, not as resilient as you, the Lord of Mankind.
They also have moments of vulnerability, as has been proven for ten thousand years.
They were Primarchs, and they were human, and like all sons they longed for their father's approval.
In such a dark moment, perhaps you should give your son more care and encouragement.
Instead of being a failed father..."
After receiving this psychic message, the Emperor's shadow was stunned. This was the first time in ten thousand years that he had received such earnest criticism.
The body of the Lord of Mankind trembled slightly, as if something was returning.
He nodded, then turned and walked towards Guilliman, the Regent Lord, the Emperor's Son.
"I didn't expect that the Emperor would actually listen to my advice..."
Ron watched this scene with great satisfaction. As for what was communicated between the Emperor and his son, he didn't really care.
That's between them.
What's important is that this father and son had a serious communication, which was the beginning of a good relationship.
Soon, the emperor's figure disappeared.
Ron keenly noticed that Old Ki was secretly wiping away tears, which was an extremely rare action for a Primarch.
This Ultimate Primarch and Regent of the Empire experienced the death of his father, the betrayal of his brother, the near destruction of the Empire, and countless humans died before his eyes.
He also suffered countless plots and attacks.
He faced the deepest pain and darkness in the past ten thousand years, but he always faced the world with the most resolute face and gave people courage.
There was never a moment of vulnerability.
Now, the Primarch burst into tears.
But this is a good thing. Human beings' repressed emotions must always be vented, otherwise it will only create darkness and allow evil gods to take advantage of the situation.
Ron did not bother the Imperial Regent.
After a while, he walked over slowly.
"Thanks."
Guilliman had regained his usual stern expression and spoke calmly.
He was very grateful to his brother from the bottom of his heart.
Ron nodded and looked towards the core battlefield of the cathedral. Under the burning of the holy flame, all the filth and Nurgle demons were purified.
This defensive war emptied out all the existing sacred urn bullets in the world of Yax Hospital, and the Light Prism Tower was also completely consumed.
But it also stopped Nurgle's invasion and shattered the corrupt network.
This is the beginning of changing the future, a planet that was originally destined to be destroyed has been preserved.
Now, only ruins remained on the battlefield, with some fragments of weapons, armor and bones shining brightly. They were fragments imbued with high concentrations of divine energy.
Those pastors and think tanks looked at those things and became restless.
In their view, those are sacred relics that can be applied to weapons and armor to bring more blessings and power.
Even the bones can be used for decoration or ground into powder to make special bullets.
Or it can be placed on the shrine to protect the world.
"Stop!"
Ron sensed something, he stopped everyone from approaching and lit up the power sword, but the danger was not completely over.
The Emperor's Sword ignites.
Guilliman also sensed the crisis and came to the side of the Savior, taking a fighting stance.
The two Primarchs prepared to fight together.
"That's my weapon." He had already recognized the power sword named "Glory" and said with a smile.
Ron shrugged and handed over the power sword in his hand: "How about we switch for a while?"
He has been coveting the Emperor's Sword for a long time.
"You might be able to light it."
This time Guilliman did not hesitate, he accepted the honor and handed the Sword of the Emperor to his brother.
This action represents the deepest trust.
"Of course."
Bang——
Ron took the Emperor's Sword and suddenly ignited the blade. The surging flames illuminated his handsome face.
This sword is very easy to use.
He stared at the ruins not far away and laughed coldly: "Rat in the gutter, it's time for you to come out and die