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The supreme leader located on Mars, the stronghold of the Mechanicus, is called the "Sage of Domination." Of course, in most cases, both titles are held by the same person.

Usaka C. Far, the current Imperial "Forging General", the "Sage of Domination" of Mars, and a leader of the Standard Mechanicus who has reigned for a thousand years.

His personality also aligns with the current mainstream academic thought of the Mechanicus: extremely conservative and cautious, harboring deep skepticism towards any innovation. However, he also possesses qualities that other great sages lack, such as exceptional political acumen.

This tech enthusiast, who excelled in both academia and politics, suddenly received a message from the Holy Court of Terra at the end of the forty-first millennium.

The Emperor is summoning.

Chapter 1002 Unusual Encounters in Usaka

As a political savvy individual, when summoned by the leader, one should naturally jog forward.

Compared to the other overweight sages, Usaka C. Far's jogging was somewhat unremarkable.

His main movement was characterized by floating.

Unlike other mechanical sages who have modified themselves to be too large and bloated, Usaka C. Far retains a roughly humanoid form. Although he also has multiple mechanical arms and retractable mechanical tentacles, his legs still retain the shape of human legs. Instead of adopting the common spider-like multi-legged mechanical leg design, he is equipped with a more stable anti-gravity levitation unit.

Like many high-ranking sages, he retained part of the human brain, but his face was completely mechanized.

A huge array of goggles with red optical lenses replaced his eyes, and multiple thick cables hung down like braids behind his head, directly inserted into his spine and brain interface for efficient connection to the machine at any time.

Of course, even though he has 'begun to take human form', he is still considered a behemoth unit.

After all, his body was built up like a metal fortress by a large number of power cores, servo motors, data processing units, cooling systems, and countless intricate mechanical structures. It was nearly a story tall and wide enough to fill an ordinary door.

Fortunately, the anti-gravity levitation unit allows him to move silently.

As the hovercar landed, this top-tier 'scientist' of the human empire, after undergoing a series of identity verifications, arrived with the Imperial Guard in the plaza outside the throne room, only to witness a scene that left him somewhat breathless.

A large number of royal guards were stationed outside the throne room, fully armed, with a defensive force far exceeding that of usual.

Meanwhile, the Great Sage responsible for maintaining the Golden Throne—the Throne Structure Great Sage, the Ether Conduction Great Sage, the Energy System Great Sage, the Mechanical Great Sage, and the Forbidden Great Sage whom he hated most—were all driven outside the palace to kneel and kowtow alongside tens of thousands of mechanical priests and servants, praying fervently.

"Great Sage Cassius-Alpha Primas, explain to me immediately why you have abandoned your sacred duty and disregarded the safety of the Empire." The Great Sage's voice was not as cold as other mechanical sages, but as gentle as a normal person's, but his questioning at this moment was as merciless as the cold wind of Fenris.

"It is all the will of the holy Om Messiah, Sage of the Dominion. I long to be in the temple and personally bathe in the glory of the God of All Machines." As the Archsage of the Dominion was filled with fervor, the servo skulls floating around him were flashing incessantly, as if the current in the circuit was so excited that it was about to stop.

"Don't waste any more time, General," a captain of the Imperial Guard stepped forward and urged.

"The Lord of Mankind is waiting for you in the temple."

"Ohm Messiah above," a certain processing unit within Usaka C. Farr, which might be responsible for emotions, hummed rapidly.

"Has the Emperor awakened?" He couldn't help but seek the answer from the imperial guards beside him.

"No comment, General." The golden mask concealed the other's entire expression, and the tone coming from the speaker was as calm as still water.

Every member of the Imperial Guard is perfect; they will execute orders flawlessly.

The forging general could only follow the enemy forward.

"This is... a probe for integrating the Holy Remains?!"

A complex and massive set of golden probes was piled up in the square in front of the throne room. Judging from its upside-down position, the Forging General could deduce with minimal computational effort that it had been thrown out of there.

"Oh Messiah, what exactly happened inside?!"

General Forging was astonished. This device was supposed to be directly connected to the Emperor's nerve bundles and life support system, to monitor and stabilize the Emperor's remaining vital signs in real time, and to make complex fine-tuning of physiological parameters.

Each of these jellyfish-tentacle-like devices is enough to buy an entire remote planet, and the technological so advanced that even Mars couldn't produce a second set in a short time.

The Imperial Guards remained silent, simply leading the way.

Finally, the anxious Usaka C. Far entered the throne room.

'Jingle~ Jingle~'

The continuous knocking echoed in the unusually quiet throne room, eventually being picked up by his microphone.

A large amount of maintenance equipment for the Golden Throne was removed, leaving the Throne Room temporarily very empty.

As the forging general advanced, he finally found the source of the sound.

A man, a bare-chested primitive man wearing a leather skirt, was repeatedly striking the golden throne with a crude hammer.

"stop!"

Extreme anger made the great sage roar, but his momentum to charge forward was blocked by two crossed power halberds in the next moment.

"Quiet, cautious, forge a general!" said Trajan Varoš, the commander of the Imperial Guards on the high platform.

Thus, the leader of the Mechanicus could only watch helplessly as the primitive man used his hammer to strike the sacred machinery of the god of machines.

The massive sacrificial engine's connection to the golden throne was brutally severed by the hammer, a wild action that reminded Usaka C. Far of the pressure forging hammers in his Ω-291 production workshop.

Of course, he immediately noticed something unusual.

It is important to know that the Sacrifice Engine is one of the darkest and most cruel components of the Golden Throne. Its function is to strip away the life essence (soul) of the psionicist and transform it into the purest psionic ether, which is then transported to the Throne through special channels, thus serving as "fuel" to maintain the Emperor's psionic power against chaos and to ignite the Star Torch.

Although those specially made psionic transmission pipes are not as hard as adamantite, they are far stronger than terracotta steel, and at the very least, they cannot be destroyed by an ordinary iron hammer.

The computing core of this supreme sage immediately began to operate at an ultra-high speed.

However, even though he possessed many of the empire's advanced technologies and vast knowledge, he still couldn't see through the truth.

"Excuse my bluntness, Trajan Varosh, are you just going to stand by and watch the Golden Throne be desecrated without doing anything?" Finally, the Great Sage couldn't help but speak up.

"Hey, here comes!" The caveman, who was engrossed in his work, was startled by the sound and finally stopped what he was doing, turning to look at the speaker.

"Usaka C. Far, the Empire's Forging General, the Sage Ruler of Mars, the most technologically advanced person in the Empire, is that you?" The voice asking was very calm, showing no regard for the leader of the Martian Cult.

"Who are you?" Seeing that Trajan Varoš and the group of Imperial Guards had stiff faces and showed no intention of explaining, Usaka had no choice but to speak up himself.

Although he was somewhat angry, he was very polite.

After all, he wasn't stupid; the current situation was indeed quite unusual.

The throne room, which should have been solemn and dignified, was in complete disarray because of the other party. The loyal guards watched helplessly as this man banged on the golden throne and even ignored his overstepping behavior of glancing at the emperor's body from time to time. There must be a reason for this.

Usaka could only think of two possibilities.

First, the Emperor himself appeared, and standing before him was the incarnation of the Lord of Mankind.

Secondly, this person was the emperor's illegitimate son.

"I'm warning you, you'd better not get any ideas. I'm not the only one here who can read minds," Jiang Bing suddenly stopped what he was doing, glanced at the emperor on the throne, and said to Usaka.

"As for who I am, that doesn't matter. From today onwards, I am Om Messiah."

Jiang Bing, carrying the 'Holy Grail of Euton,' was known for his outrageous remarks. With just one sentence, he nearly caused the man who ruled all of Mars to crash on the spot.

Chapter 1003 Emperor and Blood Therapy

If the Emperor hadn't been there in person, Usaka C. Far would have even wanted to pull out his relic plasma gun from his crotch and shoot him in the face.

Insulting a tech enthusiast's beliefs is essentially no different from forcibly formatting their knowledge base.

However, he did not dare to make a move, after all, he was in front of the Emperor, and many members of the Cult of Mechanics actually equated the Emperor with the Om Messiah, or at least considered him his predecessor or incarnation.

Usaka is starting to have doubts too.

"What are you standing there for? Come and help!" Jiang Bing showed no distance whatsoever, but instead waved for the casting general to come forward and lend a hand.

So this enormous sage, for the first time ever, took on menial tasks.

That's why he discovered even more details.

First, the hammer wasn't made of metal, but rather stone, which he found even more absurd. Second, the seemingly violent 'demolition' method didn't damage the Golden Throne's original functions in the slightest.

This astonishing discovery prompted his computing core to open tens of thousands more probability threads to calculate the sequence.

It's important to understand that the Golden Throne was a technological marvel even for the people of the Golden Age. Adding accessories to such a creation was an incredibly difficult task, let alone dismantling it entirely while ensuring the stability of the emperor's body.

Usaka was beginning to believe that the other party really was Om Messiah.

"Give me a robotic arm, and I need your third server, the one with the plasma welding gun," Jiang Bing instructed expertly as he welded a metal rod next to the golden throne. Then, in full view of everyone, he unfurled a seemingly filthy injection device from a sudden burst of golden flames.

This creation of something out of thin air caused Ursaka's processing core usage to spike wildly again.

"Hold it properly!" Jiang Bing shoved a replica of a Victorian-era glass IV bottle into Trajan Varoš's hand.

"Excuse my bluntness, Your Highness Sabur, what are you planning to do?" The commander of the Imperial Guards, though obediently cooperating, still raised a question.

"It's just like what you see, a blood transfusion," Jiang Bing explained, picking up the 'Holy Grail of Orton', shaking it for a moment, and nodding in satisfaction.

'Blood transfusion? Who should receive the blood transfusion?' Usaka's logic checker ran for half a second and easily came to a definite conclusion.

This Om Messiah is undoubtedly prepared to provide the Emperor with a blood transfusion!

Things are getting more and more bizarre.

As the commander of the Imperial Guard, Trajan Varoš was naturally a highly educated man, so he had a lot to complain about and a lot to ask.

However, all these rebellious sentiments vanished the moment Jiang Bing tilted the Holy Grail.

The 'Holy Grail' with a thousand ears and a thousand mouths was extremely ordinary, but the 'seal' was briefly lifted the moment Jiang Bing tilted it.

The big sound is loud, the elephant is invisible.

The Great Sage of Ursaka was certain that he heard some kind of holy and magnificent prayer chanting, but his self-checking system told him that there was no corresponding sound wave coming from the outside world.

But without tracing the source of the sound, he clearly found the origin of everything.

The 'Holy Grail of Euden' was glowing, and the faint, holy aura made the two high-ranking officials of the empire frown slightly.

However, the liquid flowing from the cup completely captivated them.

It was a drop of blood, a drop of blood as clear and translucent as the finest ruby. As the blood slid from the rim of the cup, a restless energy affecting the soul spread out like a bomb.

Longing is like the longing of a traveler who has been trekking through the desert for days and is about to die of thirst, suddenly seeing a lake; it is the longing of a person who has been starving for days and is on the verge of death when they see food; it is the longing that is triggered by the most instinctive evolutionary desire in our genes; it is the longing that is triggered by the obsession with 'perfection' written into the very core of all living beings!

One drop! Two drops! Three drops…

As Jiang Bing poured out the blood, drops of fresh blood turned into trickles of water. The stained IV bottle quickly filled with nearly half of the 'blood,' and the allure emanating from this pool of blood exploded like a tsunami, firmly drawing the attention of all the Imperial Guards and the Forging General.

A stirring deep within their souls and a primal yearning urged them on like a demon, wanting to possess their 'blood'.

This is not surprising at all, after all, the 'Holy Grail of Euden' does not contain ordinary blood.

The raw materials are the 'original essence' of the beast of Elden, which is a manifestation of the law, and the 'essence' of the Outer God, the formless mother, which is strongly related to blood. In addition, the Outer God 'Formless Euden' is used as a material. The Holy Grail, which is painstakingly crafted by the 'craftsman', is purified and refined. The 'blood' produced is definitely better than the water of the 'Holy Grail' in the Bible.

After all, even the lowest quality material among them is 'divine'.

"This is truly a fine meal; it's authentic Yharnam blood therapy, a privilege most people don't even have the chance to enjoy."

Jiang Bing muttered to himself, and under the horrified gazes of a commander of the Imperial Guard and the empire's chief 'scientist,' he inserted a rather unhygienic-looking needle into the emperor's broken body.

The glass bottle was hung on a freshly made stand, and the blood, as pure as clear amber, dripped slowly under the influence of gravity, then was injected drop by drop into the emperor's withered, mummy-like body.

Usaka C. Far had a million complaints. For example, at the very least, the needle should have been inserted into the Emperor's vein. Sticking it directly into the back of his hand seemed a bit too casual.

But as it turned out, 'Om Messiah' was incredibly powerful. Once the genuine old Yharnam's 'blood healing' was applied, the nearly decaying imperial body was immediately revitalized.

As the 'blood' was injected, the emperor's shriveled corpse began to swell at a visible speed. Underneath the skeletal frame, it seemed as if countless tiny mice were scurrying about, and muscles, fascia, blood, lymph, and countless other fleshy tissues were growing rapidly.

Within a few breaths, the emperor's chest began to rise and fall again.

Facts speak louder than words; everyone knelt down in fervor, prostrating themselves and shouting, "The Emperor is above!"

The Lord of Humanity, the Emperor of the Empire, the man who stirred up the entire galaxy, has finally returned after ten thousand years. He will lead humanity on the second sacred expedition to quell the war that has burned in the galaxy for ten thousand years!

Unfortunately, Jiang Bing ruthlessly shattered the hopes of these fervent believers.

Jiang Bing frowned and turned the valve that determined the rate of blood dripping to its lowest setting. With the loss of a large supply of fresh blood, the speed of the emperor's 'resurrection' dropped to zero.

To be honest, if he hadn't just received the Emperor's explicit order to unconditionally cooperate with Jiang Bing, Trajan Varoš would have wanted to draw his sword and fight Jiang Bing to the death right now.

"The Emperor is not yet recovered," Jiang Bing explained to the red-eyed commander of the Imperial Guards as he adjusted the flow rate of the valve.

"At least not right now."

Everyone present was the empire's most core force, so Jiang Bing bluntly explained the reason.

"Ten thousand years of faith and the vast ideological currents accumulated by the human race have already propelled the Emperor to the throne of the fifth evil god. If the Emperor's body is healed at this moment, the instant he stands up, what awaits us is the birth of a second 'Slaanesh'!"

Jiang Bing wasn't lying; the current reality truly dictated that only a half-dead emperor was a good emperor.

"Although we can't make him stand up immediately, we can still keep him in a state of high-level paraplegia."

The craftsman's skills were naturally trustworthy. Just as Usaka C. Far had only filed half of this absurd and bizarre scene, a deep and long gasp came from the Emperor's body.

At the end of the distant forty-one millennium, the Emperor finally awoke!