Datch brought the planet Solemnace into the Room of Requirement.
He also recalled all the summoned creatures, including Orikan and Zarhulash.
After looking around to make sure nothing was left behind, he took out his teleport gun from the game inventory.
He set the teleport coordinates: Macragge system, the Senate, and Malcador's location.
Once prepared, he pulled the trigger.
A green beam shot from the muzzle, slowly forming a rotating green hole of light in the empty space.
Datch stepped inside, and the bright cave instantly collapsed.
In just a moment, the hole of light completely shattered without a trace.
The next instant, Datch appeared in the Senate of the Macragge system.
The spacious Senate hall was bustling with activity. People were coming and going.
Mechanical attendants fixed to transport vehicles signaled for others to make way so that documents could be quickly delivered to their designated locations.
Imperial bureaucrats in various uniforms, carrying thick stacks of documents, hurried between the rows.
Several senators had gathered around a sturdy pillar, whispering among themselves as they discussed various measures and policies that had been promulgated.
Servo-skulls flew back and forth through the air with a low hum, their built-in speakers constantly broadcasting various announcements and reminders.
Occasionally, red beams of light shot out from their eye positions, scanning everything around them.
Imperial officials and councilors who encountered Datch along the way showed uneasy expressions upon seeing him and bowed deeply in respect.
Malcador was inside the Senate's administrative hall.
At this moment, the demon-patterned Chancellor was wearing a gray robe embroidered with golden double-headed eagles in gold thread.
He held the symbolic Aquila scepter in his hand, its tip burning with an eternal flame. As the flame flickered, the surrounding air distorted.
The people surrounding Malcador were also dressed in luxurious robes, clearly high-ranking Imperial officials.
They surrounded Malcador, listening carefully to his every word, occasionally nodding or offering their own opinions.
As Datch approached, he could hear an official giving a report.
"…The operational efficiency of the Sky Train exceeds expectations by 37%."
"Recently, three new stellar orbits have been added, connecting the distant star systems of the Pacific Sector and the Exia Sector respectively. This has established direct stellar orbits for all five star systems."
Malcador took the report from the other party, flipped through a few pages, and asked, "How has the efficiency of communication and resource allocation improved?"
Another official added, "Information that previously took several months to transmit can now be delivered in just a few minutes."
"Resource allocation that used to take several years can now be completed in just a few days, greatly improving efficiency."
"Excellent." Malcador nodded as he read through the report.
The improvement in efficiency of the stellar orbit system had made it possible to implement many policies that were previously impossible.
The future vision he and the Emperor had imagined was gradually becoming a reality.
A wonderful era of equality for all would soon arrive.
Just then, a commotion broke out at the entrance.
A breathless servant shouted the various titles of the Nameless One, announcing his arrival.
After a brief pause, the officials all bowed their heads in unison.
Their eyes were filled with reverence and fanaticism, like those of devout believers.
In modern Terra and Macragge, faith in the Nameless One was beginning to surpass faith in the Emperor.
After all, the Nameless One actually walked this world, defeating those humans considered terrifying and forcing them to question the very meaning of their existence.
Datch ignored the NPCs who looked like they would rush over and kiss his boots if he so much as wiggled his little finger.
He walked straight down the corridor toward Malcador and raised his hand to wave lightly.
The door to the Room of Requirement suddenly opened out of nowhere.
He sent out Tarasha Euten, who was still in a state of shock.
The journey from Planet Solemnace to the Macragge system had ended in a very short time.
They had been shocked for a moment when the entire planet Solemnace had been moved into the "Room of Requirement."
The next moment, the Nameless One had sent them to an unfamiliar place.
Lady Tarasha Euten looked around in confusion, not knowing where she was.
Before she could fully understand everything, cries of surprise came from the Senate hall.
The staff were all shocked when they saw Tarasha Euten, doubting whether they were dreaming.
"Lady Tarasha Euten?"
Someone cried out in surprise, disbelief clear in their voice.
"It's Lady Tarasha Euten! It's really her!"
"My god, she's still alive?"
"Isn't she someone from ten thousand years ago?"
"..."
Even more people gathered, their eyes filled with shock and joy.
Some trembled with excitement and unconsciously bowed their heads.
People knelt on the ground, clasped their hands in prayer, and praised the miracle of the Nameless One.
In Macragge, Lady Tarasha Euten and Konor held a status second only to Guilliman himself.
She was the first mother, an important figure in the Five Hundred Worlds, and a spiritual symbol in the hearts of countless people.
Her portraits hung in the lobbies of all important buildings, and her sculptures stood in the squares of every city.
Children in Macragge had known her story since childhood — how she raised the Primarchs and how she saved the world with her own body during the crisis.
It was said that when the Primarch was seriously injured and sent back to Macragge, the Ultramarines had gathered all their forces and planned a retaliatory expedition.
This had been forcibly stopped by Lady Tarasha Euten, because at the time, Ultramar no longer had the capacity to sustain a frenzied war for the Primarch.
Furthermore, reorganizing the legions and restoring their strength would hinder Guilliman's plan to dismantle the legions and rebuild the Imperium's political system.
An Astartes Legion that had lost control of the Emperor and the Primarchs was terrifying just to imagine.
And now, such a legendary figure stood before them.
"Chancellor Malcador?"
Lady Tarasha Euten's gaze fell on Malcador, who was holding the scepter, and she cried out in surprise.
As an important figure in the Five Hundred Worlds of the past, Lady Tarasha Euten naturally knew the three giants of the Imperium at that time.
The Lord of Humanity — the Emperor, the Captain-General of the Custodian Guard — Constantin Valdor, and the Chancellor of the Sigillite — Malcador.
The Ultramarines standing behind Lady Tarasha Euten were also shocked.
How could the hero Malcador, who had sat upon the Golden Throne to buy time for the Emperor during the Siege of Terra and ultimately disappeared, still be alive?
Was this a fraud?
Or perhaps they were all already dead and had reunited in the realm of the dead.
Malcador also showed a surprised expression. He knew the Nameless One was very capable.
But he had never imagined the other party would be this efficient.
After that, the other group had gone to the collection museum of the Infinite, Trazyn, and rescued Lady Tarasha Euten.
If it had been any other department, they probably wouldn't even have been able to select suitable personnel to take action.
The existence of the Nameless One was a blessing for both the Imperium and humanity.
Just then, a familiar mission screen appeared in Datch's vision.
[Mission Complete! Congratulations on proceeding to the collection of the Infinite Trazyn and successfully rescuing Lady Tarasha Euten.]
[Quest Rewards: 3,500 EXP, 3,500 Points, +800 Reputation, Beast Taming Gloves ×1]
With a flash of light, a uniquely shaped glove appeared in Datch's hand.
The glove was pitch black, woven from an unknown material, soft yet sturdy to the touch.
On the palm of the glove was engraved a unique beast-shaped rune that seemed to harbor some mysterious power.
A message appeared in Datch's eyes.
[Item: 100% Beast Taming Gloves]
Effect: While wearing these magical gloves, you can tame powerful beasts and creatures with a 100% success rate, making them extremely obedient.
Whether it's a ferocious xenos, a rampaging daemon, or any uncontrollable creature — a single touch will make them as obedient as a cat.
Review: "I have a slightly evil idea, but I'm not sure if I should say it out loud."
Datch read the description of the glove's effect and felt like trying it out immediately.
100% obedience — just a light touch and they would listen.
Just from reading the description, this item seemed interesting.
He thought about where he could go to test the item's effects.
After a while, he came up with an idea.
Legend had it that in frontier regions like the Ghoul Stars and the Cataclysm Stars, terrifying giant beasts lived.
Those colossal creatures were unimaginably huge — a single tentacle could wrap around a planet and swallow it whole.
If he could tame such a massive beast, it would be incredibly amazing, and his entrance would look incredibly cool.
Datch put the taming gloves into his game inventory.
Then he looked up and glanced at the people still immersed in shock and joy.
He took out his teleport gun, entered the new coordinates "Ghoul Stars," and prepared to go search for those terrifying giant beasts.
…
It took a long time for all the senators to recover from the shock of Lady Tarasha Euten's appearance.
Malcador and Lady Tarasha Euten sat facing each other, while the surrounding officials quietly stepped aside to let them talk.
After conversing for a while, Lady Tarasha Euten finally understood the truth of the matter.
Malcador had been resurrected by the Nameless One, and even her adoptive son, Roboute Guilliman, had been saved from the brink of death with the Nameless One's help and returned safely.
Now, he was serving as the Regent of the Imperium, leading the Indomitus Crusade.
Other Primarchs were gradually returning as well.
With the help of the Nameless One, they would complete the great undertakings left unfinished during the Great Crusade.
"The Nameless One helped us, yet we misunderstood him. What a terrible thing to do! We should apologize to him."
Lady Tarasha Euten felt deep shame upon learning what the Nameless One had done.
The same applied to the Ultramarines who protected Lady Tarasha Euten.
When he rescued them, they had questioned him, doubted him, and nearly attacked him.
However, the other party hadn't minded and had simply used that magical panpipe to hypnotize everyone.
They had wanted to apologize to the Nameless One.
Only then did they realize that the other party had long since disappeared.
Upon investigation, it was discovered that while they were engrossed in conversation, the other party had opened a green teleport portal and left.
That Nameless One didn't even seek empty fame or praise.
This thought made Lady Tarasha Euten and the Ultramarines feel even more ashamed. They resolved to keep this in mind and repay him in the future.
…
Meanwhile, somewhere in the Milky Way.
A massive tomb-like warship floated in the void.
Trazyn sat upon his throne, staring intently at the dark, deep void through the enormous viewport.
His throne was cast from some kind of black metal, its surface engraved with complex necromantic runes.
The runes emitted a faint glow that pulsed in time with his breath.
In his hand, he held the staff stolen from the Orcus Dynasty, forged with the help of the C'Tan, the Nightbringer Aza'gorod.
His eyes were filled with reverence and contempt for his foolish kin.
Just then, footsteps approached from behind.
Without raising his head, Trazyn called out the visitor's name.
"Sannet, do you need something?"
The Light Sculptor Sannet spoke cautiously and respectfully. "My lord, we have arrived at our destination."
Hearing this, Trazyn frowned slightly.
"We've arrived at our destination?"
Trazyn's tone rose slightly, a hint of danger in his voice.
"There shouldn't be an option in your program for 'deceiving your superior,' right?"
Or perhaps —
Trazyn's voice grew even colder.
"There's a malfunction in your machine. It needs adjustment."
Sannet looked uneasy. Having served Trazyn for many years, he knew his master's temperament well.
"My lord, please calm down. We are indeed at the original coordinate location of Planet Solemnace! However… however…"
Sannet carefully chose his words to more accurately express the absurdity of the situation he was in.
"It seems something went wrong here…"
Trazyn looked at his subordinate. "What's the problem?"
Sannet's Adam's apple bobbed.
"The planet… has disappeared."
Trazyn was stunned for a moment. What did it mean for a planet to disappear?
Realizing what had happened, Trazyn suddenly stood up and walked toward the viewport.
Outside, there was only dark, deep void.
No planet, no orbital rings, no grand pyramid structures.
It was empty. There was nothing.
All that existed was endless darkness and a few faint lights in the distance.
Trazyn waved his hand, and a massive holographic image unfolded before his eyes.
This projection displayed detailed star map data, coordinates, gravitational parameters, spatial curvature, and residual energy.
All the data pointed to the same fact.
These were indeed the original coordinates of Planet Solemnace.
However, Planet Solemnace had vanished without a trace.
"What the hell is going on? Where is Solemnace? Where is my collection?"
Sannet was terrified of the furious Trazyn and kept stepping back, but he still mustered the courage to continue his report.
"Furthermore, while deciphering the spatial data, we discovered a message left for you by Orikan the Diviner, the greatest Chronomancer of the Sautekh Dynasty, the designer of time, and a prophet."
"He said that the collection now belonged to him and asked you not to worry about it anymore."
Hearing this, Trazyn staggered and nearly fell.
"That damn Orikan! How dare he do such a thing?!"
"Even if I have to go to the ends of the universe, I will find that bastard!"
"How dare he steal the fruits of my labor. I'll beat him to a pulp and lock him inside a dimensional cube so he'll never be free again."
…
Elsewhere in the galaxy, a fierce space battle had broken out.
The Imperial fleet, led by the Macragge's Honour, was attacking Chaos traitors who were attempting to build a temple in orbit.
The void was torn apart by fierce artillery fire, with countless beams slicing through the dark emptiness.
Explosions from missiles and torpedoes each created massive fireballs.
Under the overwhelming firepower, the Imperial forces quickly gained the upper hand.
One after another, Chaos warships exploded, their burning wreckage soaring through the void like magnificent fireworks.
Primarch Guilliman stood on the bridge, surveying the entire battlefield.
He rapidly issued various orders, precisely positioning each warship.
The Imperial fleet steadily expanded its advantage by exploiting the weaknesses of the Chaos fleet, ultimately leading to a crushing victory.
The Chaos fleet suffered repeated defeats and was annihilated.
The orbital temple under construction was subjected to precise bombardment and shattered into countless fragments.
The battle ended when the last Chaos warship that failed to escape was destroyed.
As usual, Guilliman delivered a victory speech to his subordinates and planned a celebration.
Just as they were opening wine and preparing for a grand banquet, Otto Gidas Roshanti, the chief communications officer of the First Expeditionary Fleet, approached the Primarch in a hurried tone.
"Regent, an urgent message has arrived from Macragge."
Guilliman put down his glass of red wine, his expression serious.
"Urgent news?"
Roshanti took a deep breath and handed him the message translated into High Gothic.
"This… you should see for yourself."
Guilliman took the message and directed his gaze to the text on the data panel. His pupils instantly widened.
At Malcador's command, the Nameless One traveled to Solemnace, controlled by the spatial immortal ruler, the Infinite Trazyn, and rescued the kidnapped Lady Tarasha Euten.
Lady Tarasha Euten has safely returned to Macragge.
Guilliman doubted his own eyes for a moment. He rubbed his eyes and checked the information again.
He read it over and over again.
The news struck him like a thunderbolt, leaving his mind completely blank.
Tarasha Euten… isn't dead?
They rescued her?
Recalling his past with his adoptive mother, Guilliman's breathing quickened.
The moment he awakened, his top priority had been to check on the safety of Lady Tarasha Euten and his other children.
Learning that they had died ten thousand years ago had plunged Guilliman into confusion and anguish.
It had taken him a long time to recover from those emotions and face the chaos of the Imperium.
Upon learning that Lady Tarasha Euten was still alive, Guilliman was so excited that he immediately wished to return to Macragge to confirm the news.
The Primarch paced back and forth for several minutes before immediately summoning all the expeditionary force commanders and announcing his return to Macragge.
Command of the expeditionary fleet was temporarily transferred to the fleet commander and several high-ranking officials.
The Primarch's attitude was extremely firm, and no one could object.
They could only allow the Primarch to lead part of the fleet back to Macragge.
"We must return to Macragge as quickly as possible to reach the nearest stellar orbit entrance."
Guilliman strongly desired to return to Macragge.
After sailing for some time, the fleet arrived at the nearest stellar orbit entrance.
Once the notification was complete, they entered the stellar orbit.
In just a moment, they traversed most of the Milky Way and reached the Macragge system, the center of the stellar orbits.
…