The Emperor's voice, as always, did not come from his mouth but resonated in everyone's hearts.
However, this time his words lacked the authority and power they previously possessed.
Instead, she began to adopt an extremely gentle attitude toward the nameless opponent, tinged with flattery and sycophancy.
Four Gods: Cursed one, you have changed. Where has your pride gone? Where has your unyielding spirit gone? How could you fawn before the nameless one?!
You should maintain the same tough and unshakable posture as before, refuse to admit your mistakes, belittle that insignificant person, and find a way to thoroughly humiliate him.
Valdor looked surprised. In his long life, this was the first time he had heard the Emperor speak to anyone in such a tone.
The nameless people truly have the talent to create miracles!
Datch turned toward the Emperor and twisted his lips in an expression of contempt.
"I'm not used to you being like this."
"I still prefer your original rebellious personality. Please go back to the you of those days."
Hearing this, the Emperor was surprised and did not know how to answer the nameless man.
What does "you liked my previous rebellious attitude" mean?
Am I the kind of person who uses people only when necessary and forgets them once they are no longer needed?
Damn it, this is slander, outright slander.
In the Warp, is there anyone who does not know that I, Neoth, the monarch of the Imperium, have always been known as a good person who is always sincere and possesses every virtue such as morality, intellect, physical strength, aesthetic sense, and diligence?
Seeing the Emperor's expression, Ferrus immediately burst out laughing.
In order to hide the smile that floated on his face and prevent the other party from seeing it, he had to lower his head.
Finally someone has appeared who can suppress the Emperor's arrogant personality.
Look at that irritated little face.
Nameless one, please continue to maintain this.
"Can't you even grant a small request?" Datch furrowed his brows as he looked at the dumbfounded Emperor.
He began to think in his heart, "Aren't NPCs supposed to satisfy the needs of the player?"
Why doesn't it work on the Emperor?
Is this NPC too special?
The Emperor took a deep breath and switched his mood.
The wish of Nameless Big Brother will definitely be granted.
As a career-oriented and flexible man who does not mind selling himself to that crazy Eldar woman for the sake of his career,
changing one's face is a natural talent for them, isn't it?
The Emperor immediately corrected his expression and once again radiated unshakable dignity.
He regained his previous seriousness and solemnity, and his voice was again filled with authority and power.
"Let us go to Olympus Mons and announce the order to lift the AI prohibition."
"Yes, this is it, this is the flavor." Datch nodded in satisfaction.
He took the Infinity Gauntlet from the in-game items and chose to use the power of the Space Stone.
A flash of light was released, and a passage leading to Olympus Mons appeared from empty space, its edges shining with dazzling light.
After clearing a dungeon, is there any player foolish enough to go back the way they came?
You need to use the shortcut provided by the instance or teleport directly to town.
Datch did not want to waste precious time running around on the map, so he activated teleportation and went straight to the destination.
The Emperor and his group watched the spatial passage that had appeared without any particular surprise.
Datch walked at the front, followed by the Emperor, Ferrus, and several others.
One by one they disappeared into the spatial passage.
...
Olympia is a sacred place on Mars and also the highest mountain peak on Mars. It is an active volcano.
The crater is constantly covered in sulfur smoke, and the sky is dyed a sickly orange-red.
In the swirling rising smoke, countless gigantic exhaust devices had been installed.
Like the metal mouths of greedy beasts, they thrust deep into the volcano.
They continuously utilize the scorching geothermal heat in order to keep the forge facilities operating day and night.
Occasionally hot white steam sprays from pressure-relief valves, emitting a high-pitched sound like a steam whistle.
Numerous manufacturing plants, refineries, worker housing, machine shops, assembly-plant hangars.
This region stretching outward from Olympia covers the surface of Mars in a diameter of several hundred kilometers.
Looking down from above, this nest-like city looks like a gigantic scar on the surface of the planet.
Black smoke continuously billows from the chimneys, and the flames of the forges cast a deep red light onto the low-hanging clouds.
Between the steel-framed buildings, countless lights denser than the Milky Way are embedded.
In this gigantic manufacturing base live tens of billions of Tech-Priests.
Countless workers are born and die here. They become consumables for maintaining the system.
Their lives are precisely calculated, used, and discarded like machine lubricant.
The person in charge of managing this nest city is Fabricator-General Kelbor-Hal.
Due to extensive metal limb modifications, this Fabricator-General presented an extremely solid appearance, like a moving steel hill.
Kelbor-Hal's organic parts consisted only of a tiny fragment of ash-white brain tissue floating in a nutrient-solution tank — truly minuscule.
Even most of the nerve cells inside the skull that govern logical thinking have been replaced by more efficient synthetic nerve bundles and circuit tubes.
Kelbor-Hal's human emotions have almost completely disappeared, replaced by cold, logical algorithms; all that remains is anger and irritation.
Kelbor-Hal had long been dissatisfied that the Emperor was regarded as the Omnissiah.
The Master of Mankind manipulated Mars with lies.
The other side promised to grant us equal status in his great conquest.
However, the promise of equality was never fulfilled. They worked hard to provide weapons and equipment to the army, yet were regarded as subjects of Terra and had to obey the orders of high lords.
"Mars should not be in this state."
This thought repeated itself many times inside Kelbor-Hal's head.
News of the events that occurred on the Tharsis Plateau reached Mount Olympia and attracted the attention of various forces.
The apprentice thralls and Tech-Priests who witnessed the miracle declared that the true Machine God had descended to the surface accompanied by the Emperor himself.
Such statements certainly aroused the anger of many believers who worshipped the Emperor and believed that the Emperor alone was the sole Machine God of all things.
In their view, such statements are the most vicious blasphemy against the faith.
Inside the most magnificent Omnissiah temple on Olympus Mons, built of black marble, tension is currently rising.
The school of thought that includes Magos Maxima is under attack from other schools.
The Magi engaged in fierce debate. Their dual voices repeatedly echoed under the arched ceiling of the temple, causing chaotic acoustic explosions.
Some of the Magi denounced Maxima and his faction as traitors.
They believed that the data reports provided by the other side were blasphemy against every Machine God and should be severely punished.
However, Maxima and the other Magi firmly denied and condemned these accusations.
They extracted the memories of the monks and Tech-Priests, repeatedly verified and cross-checked them, and found no problems.
The images were extremely clear. There was no room for doubt that the Emperor had gone to Mars together with the true Machine God of all things — this was irrefutable evidence.
The truth must never be distorted by ignorant assumptions.
Kelbor-Hal received opinions from every direction without emotion.
Every argument was converted into a cold stream of data and then sent to his logic engine for analysis and judgment.
Deep inside his metal skull, algorithms were using vast amounts of information to construct time models and list the most probable truths.
At the same time, the mechanical sensory organs mounted on the Fabricator-General's body continued to receive information from the surrounding environment.
A polyhedral artificial eye the size of a fist slowly rotated and scanned the outside of the temples.
When one exits the main gate of the temple, a gigantic obelisk comes into view.
The black monument soars as if piercing the sky. Its surface is covered with binary prayer words so small they are invisible to the naked eye.
Under the midday sun a faint golden halo will float up on the surface of the monument.
Thirty combat giants were scattered along the avenue in front of the obelisk like thirty sleeping steel peaks.
Their shadows stretched long across the ground, cutting the stone pavement of the avenue into stripes of light and shadow.
Along that avenue stand factories and machine temples. Temples of technology — all of these exist for the praise and worship of the Omnissiah.
On the walls of the buildings are inlaid reliefs in the shape of gears; all of them are binary slogans praising the Machine God.
Gigantic prayer ships filled the sky above the volcano.
These airships with golden hulls slowly dragged their heavy bodies through smoke and dust, continuously transmitting binary data streams through brass speakers.
The sound was at a frequency inaudible to human ears, but the believers of the Machine Cult who had receivers implanted could feel a rhythmic sensation similar to chanting deep inside their skulls.
Numerous skull-shaped mechanical bees swayed up and down, dragging yellow parchment inscribed with long cipher texts, gathering behind the airships like a school of small fish following a whale shark.
Their anti-gravity engines roared, and the parchment fluttered in the wind like countless small flags.
Ever since the Emperor last visited Mars, his existence has been regarded as the incarnation of the Omnissiah.
He has countless fanatical believers on Mars, and daily life on Mars is filled with worship of the Emperor.
The two factions were arguing with red faces, risking their lives to defend their beliefs and the truth, and were on the verge of launching a full-scale battle.
When Kelbor-Hal stepped forward, the mere slight movement of his gigantic body instantly silenced the arguments inside the temple with the sound of servo-motors.
All the Magi turned toward the Fabricator-General and waited for his final judgment.
"Then send soldiers to the Tharsis Plateau," his voice processed through a synthesizer contained no emotion whatsoever.
"Find the Omnissiah and the Commander of the Imperial Guard. Once they are found and examined, all the truth will become clear."
The moment the Fabricator-General finished speaking, ear-splitting alarm sounds rang out from countless scanning devices inside the temple.
Red warning lights rotated continuously, casting flickering shadows on people's faces.
The instrument screens displayed abnormal spatial measurement values, structural distortions, dimensional distortions, and energy measurement values that exceeded the known upper limits.
The next moment a dazzling spatial portal opened from empty space.
A man wearing a strange outfit and a five-colored powered suit leapt out.
Heavy iron boots clattered on the black marble floor of the temple.
The high-ranking guardians of the temple immediately raised their guns.
More than a dozen rifles charged with electricity were raised in unison. Faint flute-like sounds and flashes were emitted from the muzzles.
Red dots were aimed at the visitor's forehead, chest, and joints.
But in the next moment they hurriedly lowered their guns.
The next to appear was the ruler of the Imperium and the highest god in Martian worship — the Emperor, the Omnissiah.
The golden armor shone like the sun under the lights of the temple, so bright that one could not look directly at it.
Immediately behind the Master of Mankind followed the Commander of the Imperial Guard, Valdor.
Seeing the symbolic golden helmet and the sharpness of the Spear of Apollonian he held, any doubt seemed meaningless.
No one would be foolish enough to impersonate the Emperor and the Captain of the Guard, because doing so would immediately expose their identity.
The arrival of the two excited Maxima and many other Magi.
Their subordinates had not been lying. The Emperor and the Commander of the Imperial Guard had indeed arrived on Mars.
"Lord Messiah?" Kelbor-Hal's mechanical eyes scanned the Emperor and the Commander of the Imperial Guard who had emerged from the portal.
Infrared spectroscopy, energy measurement, genetic characteristics…
All the data was sent to the internal logic engine and compared with the records stored in the database.
This match is 100 % accurate. The ones who came are the Emperor and Valdor; there is no room for disguise.
When the Emperor nodded, sun-like dazzling light illuminated the entire temple, filled with dignity, and people hesitated to look directly at it.
Under everyone's gaze he walked toward the high platform.
In the suddenly silent temple the sound of boots ascending the stairs was heard especially clearly.
"I have come to Mount Olympia for only one purpose."
The Emperor's voice resonated in people's hearts, and no one dared to take it lightly.
"It is to abolish the regulations that prohibit everything related to artificial intelligence and to revise the Mars Protocol."
Those words immediately shocked everyone in the room.
It is important to understand that artificial intelligence has been a forbidden domain clearly banned by successive Emperors.
Not to mention manufacturing — even theoretical research that merely brushes against the boundary of reality would come under severe surveillance by the Imperium.
The moment it is discovered, immediate execution.
Hearing the Emperor's words, an expression of relief floated on Vitan M's face.
If the prohibition measures against AI are lifted, Detroit and Vivis will be able to appear openly within the Imperium.
At that moment Datch saw the exclamation mark above Vitan M's head disappear and realized that his own mission was finished.
Thus, under the watchful eyes of many Magi and the Emperor, he summoned the TARDIS telephone box.
A blue police telephone box suddenly appeared.
At first it was semi-transparent like a phantom made of thin mist, but it quickly solidified and landed on the black marble floor of the temple.
It formed an absurd and striking contrast with the surrounding Gothic mechanical temple.
When Datch elbowed Ferrus, Ferrus turned around and waved for him to follow.
"Let's go."
Ferrus is not an NPC belonging to this timeline, so he cannot remain here. If he stays, it will cause timeline chaos in the storyline.
No one knows what kind of chain reaction it will cause. He wants to prevent things from going in a bad direction.
Vitan M also took a step forward, intending to enter the telephone box, but Datch blocked him from the outside with one hand.
"You belong to the present era and this space. You cannot come with us."
After finishing speaking, Datch pushed Ferrus into the telephone box, closed the door, activated time travel, and headed for the next mission location.
The TARDIS telephone box was wrapped in endlessly continuing strange light and trembled slightly.
It was as if the flow of time itself had been given visible form.
Immediately afterward the entire telephone box was drawn into a mysterious space as if a drop of ink were being sucked into the center of a whirlpool and disappearing.
Vitan M stood frozen there, blankly staring at the empty space where the TARDIS telephone box had vanished.
The air in the place regained silence; no residual energy traces were detected at all.
Ah, are you really going to leave me here?
Hey, have you ever considered my feelings?
At first you were so enthusiastic about me, yet now you won't even return me to Vivis' side?!
Is sincerity always so fickle?
The Emperor and Valdor were also completely bewildered. How on earth did the nameless one leave?
Shouldn't we hear the results?
The lifting of the artificial-intelligence prohibition and the restart of intelligent machines in human civilization — is that not an important moment worth witnessing?
Many Magi in the temple were caught off guard by the sudden appearance and disappearance of the TARDIS-type telephone box.
When they examined the various environmental parameters they had recorded, it became clear that the Nameless One appeared to be leaping through time.
Were those two time travelers?
"Your Majesty," Kelbor-Hal asked. "Why was the Mars Protocol suddenly changed?"
After a period of silence the Emperor's voice resonated in the Magi's hearts.
"Because this is the true will of the Machine God."
Kelbor-Hal was deeply moved by this talk and afterward for a long time continued to feel unsettled.
Good news. The Emperor has admitted that he is no longer the Machine God.
Bad news. The Emperor has actually admitted that that man with the strange behavior is the true Machine God.
...
The TARDIS telephone box traveled through the flow of time.
The time rotor in the center of the console emitted a rhythmic roar, and the entire telephone box swayed slightly left and right as if it were being slowly carried through the esophagus of a gigantic beast.
After many twists and turns the TARDIS telephone box finally arrived at Prospero.
With a dull sound, as if the entire world had been wound up again, the TARDIS landed smoothly.
The moment the door opened, a dry, cold wind blew in, carrying the unique smell of desert sand.
When Ferrus looked into the distance, a pyramid-shaped structure made of pure white stone came into view.
"Is this Prospero?" Ferrus recognized the place he was in at a glance.
They had arrived on the planet Prospero where Magnus, the Primarch of the Thousand Sons, lived.
Datch and Ferrus set out toward the city that contained the pyramids.
This city was extremely prosperous and powerful… beautiful spires and pyramids, pure white marble roads, magical gardens, and psychic technology that supported the entire society.
The people lived rich and happy lives.
From the citizens Datch and Ferrus learned that by this time Magnus had completed the unification of Prospero.
He had also led the sorcerers of Prospero in a military operation to eliminate the Psychneuein and reclaim their settlements.
This meant that the red-skinned one-eyed Ogryn had brought every city-state and ideological system scattered across this planet under his control.
"At present it seems Magnus has almost nothing that needs correcting except his arrogance."
Datch recalled the plot of this mission and slightly furrowed his brows, but could not find a good method to change Magnus's personality.
If all else fails, let's advance to the 42K point!
Show him his foolish actions and their consequences!!