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Chapter 172: Long Live the Imperium
The Wolf King led his pack through the stellar void, targeting the Duran Dynasty.
These survivors of the Long Night now suffered beneath a tyrant's iron fist, and Leman Russ had sworn a sacred oath to bring them into the Imperial fold by blade or by word.
Aboard his flagship, Leman Russ sat on his command throne and thought deeply. Beside him rested the severed head of a massive snow-creature, a grim trophy from his first campaign.
The Snowman race had dared to enslave humanity, treating the sons and daughters of Terra as mere chattel and food.
The Wolf King answered in kind - their homeworld was burned to ash, their king's head was severed, and his skull now served as a stark reminder that tyranny always paid this ultimate price.
Raven watched the primarch for a time and caught the Wolf King's low murmur: "I am my Father's eldest son. I shall inherit all that is His. Including those foolish younger brothers."
The Raven remained silent, though inwardly he was surprised. Damn, just dont let your brother hear that, or we might really get a heresy.'
He hadn't realised the Wolf King had such big plans.
Shifting his view, the Raven observed the others across the galaxy. Luther, Astelan, and their Dark Angels moved secretly throughout various sectors.
As inheritors of the First Legion's legacy, they had vast stores of old tech and guarded the deepest secrets of the Age of Technology.
To protect these sacred secrets, Lion El'Jonson was already forming his inner circle - a group that would prevent infiltration and ensure absolute loyalty. The First Legion, unburdened by hidden shame, was rapidly taking its destined shape.
Meanwhile, on another battlefield far across the galaxy, Angron's fury burned just as bright.
"Those who make their kin slaves deserve only death!"
Angron's voice thundered across a battlefield covered with corpses, and tyrants lay broken at his feet.
"You cannot run, you cannot hide, only doom awaits you, wretched bastards."
"I am the Angel of Scarlet! I am the Angel of Punishment! I am Angron, Breaker of Chain. You fools with evil in your hearts, weep and tremble before my wrath!"
Beneath his feet lay the broken form of a dead king, and around him, mounds of mutilated bodies showed his righteous fury. The World Eaters in their red armour howled their approval behind their gene-sire. They were noble liberators all, ending bondage wherever it festered in the galaxy's dark corners.
Khârn followed his primarch's lead and unleashed controlled wrath upon the foolish native rulers. These tyrants had dared to enslave their fellow humans. Above, the 'Conqueror 'maintained a stable orbit under the command of the famous Captain Lotara Sarrin.
Though merely mortal, her exceptional tactical skill had earned the Red Angel's recognition. He had pressed his bloody handprint upon her uniform as a mark of honor and respect.
While Angron carved his path through the galaxy's oppressors, his brother Sanguinius took a different approach to liberation.
On the galaxy's far side, Sanguinius soared through blue skies on pure white wings. His blessed spear found its mark in yet another tyrant's skull, and the despot's face showed only terror and panic. The Empire's might had caught him completely unprepared.
Before he could mount any resistance, the Angel's forces had crushed him completely.
Below, countless freed souls knelt in reverence and cheered their Angel's arrival while celebrating freedom's long-awaited dawn.
The Ninth Legion, once infamous and hated as blood-drinkers, steadily reclaimed their honour under Sanguinius's patient guidance, and his noble example showed them the way.
Yet for all of Sanguinius's grace and Angron's passion, it was Roboute Guilliman who truly embodied the Empire's systematic expansion.
Roboute Guilliman's approach stayed careful and organised - steady, measured advancement across multiple fronts with clockwork precision.
His fleet was the largest among all the Legions, and his territory was the most extensive. Already, over three hundred core worlds had been brought under Macragge's enlightened governance. Including their vassal planets and colonial holdings, it represented a domain of truly massive size.
The Ultramarines' numbers continued growing fast, and their enhanced Ogryn auxiliaries supported them. These genetically improved abhumans now matched their newfound intelligence and tactical skill with unwavering loyalty.
"This guy!" Raven could only marvel at the Avenging Son's operational prowess. He truly lived up to his future reputation as Lord Commander of the Imperium. They said he could defeat all other primarchs armed with nothing but a stylus and administrative genius.
The remaining primarchs were scattered throughout the galaxy's breadth. Each conquered in their own way and spread the Imperial Truth to the ignorant masses.
Raven was thrilled looking at the development, finally no grim darkness, no eternal war, just the Ascension of Humanity as it was meant to be.
"Long Live the Imperium", Raven said, chuckling slightly
With the armies at their command and the immense power granted by their Gene Engines, they could overwhelm any lost world that dared stand against the Emperor's vision. The Human Empire's borders expanded daily, and countless new worlds bent the knee to Terra's righteous dominion.
Having observed his sons' various conquests across the galaxy, the Raven decided to expand his view even further.
After observing the galaxy's ongoing conquest, the Raven cast his perception beyond its borders into the universe's vast expanse. The cosmos was so massive that it was impossible to understand - most regions remained empty void, and life-bearing star systems were very rare.
The universe's rapid expansion ensured that matter grew thin toward its edges, making life increasingly unlikely in those empty reaches.
"After conquering the galaxy, I'll need to select loyal cadres," the Raven mused to himself. "I'll implant them with third or fourth-generation Gene Engines and then establish a universe-spanning Webway network to maintain effective control."
How would humanity govern the universe once galactic conquest was complete?
The Warhammer reality was very different from the Super Gene Universe. That realm had the Dark Plane for convenient space-time travel, and that advantage allowed the Shenhe and Angel civilisations to control vast areas of known space.
But this reality offered no such convenience. To control the entire universe, they would need to build their own instant transport system.
The power of third and fourth-generation Gene Engines was undeniable - they could grant mortals godlike capabilities. The Super Gene Universe's main forces relied on second-generation engines, while third and fourth generations were reserved for elites.
Fifth-generation users ruled advanced civilisations and had achieved true scientific immortality.
The Astartes army enhanced with third or fourth-generation Gene Engines would be enough to conquer most civilisations that.
Suddenly, Raven detected something. A dark shadow lurking beyond the galactic rim radiated endless hunger, as if seeking to devour all organic life.
"Is this Tyranid Hive Fleet?" The Raven frowned, and his mood darkened.
The Great Devourer represented a natural disaster on a huge scale.
In the original timeline, the galaxy's various factions had struggled desperately against mere splinter fleets from the Hive Mind's greater mass. Though the current Empire far exceeded its canonical counterpart in strength, completely eradicating the Tyranids would demand almost unthinkable sacrifices.
"I suppose there's still a hard fight ahead," the Raven muttered grimly.
Even with Gene Engine augmentation, facing a Hive Mind whose psychic presence could warp space-time itself offered no guarantee of victory. The Gene Engine operated within universal laws and wasn't omnipotent.
Against enemies powerful enough to ignore or distort physical constants, its lethality would drop significantly.
Pushing aside thoughts of future threats, Raven turned his attention back to the present and the tools already at his disposal.
Raven thought about the Empire's uncertain future while he experimented with the Golden Throne's many functions. Small wonder the Emperor had been so determined to complete this technological marvel, the power amplification it provided was truly extraordinary.
Through the Throne's enhanced perception, the Raven also observed the Chaos Gods.
Right now, they nursed their severe wounds within their respective domains and were still recovering from their previous crushing defeat.
When they had united with the Void Realm's corruption to encircle both him and the Emperor, the Raven had led them into the outer universe, specifically, the Zhetian (Shrouding the Heavens) reality.
There, the four Supremes had beaten them so thoroughly that they fled back to the Warp in complete disarray.
When the Dark Gods sensed the Raven's casual observation, they roared in impotent fury, and their rage stirred terrible warp-storms throughout the Immaterium's depths.
"Geez, such terrible tempers!" the Raven complained with genuine exasperation. "Can't you guys be more magnanimous? Don't you understand that harmony brings prosperity?"
The Chaos Gods remained silent in their seething fury.
'You were the one who orchestrated our suffering,' they seemed to think collectively. 'And now you want us to be magnanimous? That's beyond unreasonable.'
Before completely enraging the four powers, the Raven wisely shifted his attention elsewhere. He peered beyond the universe's boundaries and found only void - nothing more.
He searched extensively but found no Contamination Sources that would terrify Ao and no wandering Evil Gods either.
Satisfied with his cosmic survey, the Raven returned his focus to more immediate concerns and the projects that would secure humanity's future.
After thoroughly testing the Golden Throne's capabilities, the Emperor proposed several crucial modifications.
Raven then sought out Perturabo to discuss the construction of humanity's greatest wonder.
"We'll build it around Sol itself," the Raven declared with characteristic boldness. "A civilisation's strength is often measured by its mastery over stellar bodies. This must serve dual purposes. In peacetime, it provides energy for the Empire. In war, it becomes our ultimate weapon."
The Raven paused, his eyes gleaming with vision.
"It must also possess artistic magnificence. Something unforgettable at first glance."
Perturabo nodded repeatedly. He recorded each specification.
"Any specific requirements for its appearance?"
"A sceptre," the Raven replied without hesitation. "Design it as a massive sceptre. With Sol embedded within it like a precious gemstone."
Perturabo paused. His analytical mind calculated Sol's dimensions against the concept of a sceptre large enough to contain it.
"Isn't that... rather large?"
"C'mon, Big means powerful," Raven said simply. "Here, follow this design. Create a system capable of instantly draining stellar energy and releasing it in concentrated bursts."
"Also, while you are at it, design a wormhole generator. Preferably, one that can manifest anywhere in the universe. That way, with a single command, we can strike any corner of reality."
Perturabo's eyes widened in dawning comprehension. He had an idea this wonder would be massive, but not on such a staggering scale.
"I have complete faith in you, Perturabo. Once complete, we'll name it Perturabo's Will. We'll erect a monument to your genius beside it."
The Raven encouraged the Iron Lord while painting a grand vision of future glory. Perturabo accepted the monumental commission. However, he would also remain responsible for the Imperial Palace's construction and Terra's comprehensive urban planning.
After securing Perturabo's commitment, the Raven returned to the Mist Space. The realm had undergone tremendous changes during his absence. Initially, the realm had contained only a mysterious gateway...
[End of Chapter]