The Creators: From Night City

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"But... have you considered the consequences of the plan failing?" Guilliman asked with a hint of hesitation.

“It won’t be worse than the expected future,” Jiang Bing patted his behind and stood up.

"High risk, high reward. The rules of the galactic gambling table have always been the same from ancient times to the present. Moreover, how many forces want to get on the table and gamble but don't even have the chance yet?"

"Either the entire human race achieves the liberation it has always dreamed of, or it dies completely in the ultimate sublimation of brilliance. Guilliman, no matter what you think, humanity has no other choice." Jiang Bing calmly uttered words that chilled the other party to the bone.

“This is utter dictatorship! This plan has not taken into account the thoughts of trillions of people in the Empire!” Guilliman said, his lips moving as he offered a weak excuse.

"The problem you mentioned," even Jiang Bing couldn't help but show a hint of admiration when it came to this aspect. "It's not a problem at all."

"The Emperor is fully responsible for this plan."

He is willing to take full responsibility for both right and wrong, merit and demerit.

Robert Guilliman was rendered speechless by the rebuttal, after all, he knew perfectly well that this was something the 'Lord of Mankind' in his memory could do.

"Since there are no problems in that regard, let's get back on track."

Jiang Bing clapped his hands, signaling the other person to look at him.

"Robert Guilliman, after knowing so many heartbreaking truths, are you still willing to awaken your warp nature so that you can better serve humanity?"

Even if this indefinite job doesn't offer any compensation whatsoever.

Chapter 1040 The Amazing Three Hammers of Macurag

"Although this mission sounds glorious, there is not much reward or reward. You will most likely be buried in mountains of documents all day long, working hard and losing your freedom."

"You will most likely need to navigate the vast array of administrative agencies within the Empire, expending even more energy than fighting to outmaneuver the Empire's corrupt officials, and dedicate yourself to the cause of the human Empire until your dying breath."

"You will most likely be required to command the imperial military, shoulder the weight of trillions of lives, and undertake the thankless tasks of logistics, personnel appointments and dismissals, strategic planning, war command, etc., and suffer from sleepless nights for fear of negligence that could lead to the needless loss of countless lives."

Every time Jiang Bing spoke, a hint of worry would creep onto Robert Guilliman's otherwise cheerful face.

"So, even so, do you still choose to take on this important task?"

Faced with Jiang Bing's questions and taunts, Guilliman had no intention of replying at all, since he didn't really have a choice in the matter.

Unlike his other brothers, he had his hometown of Makula to protect, his people to protect, and his responsibilities as a person to shoulder. 'Defending the country' had an absolutely correct meaning for him.

There's no way around it; children who have both parents from a young age naturally have such a strong sense of values.

Having gotten the answer he wanted, Jiang Bing got up and left without hesitation.

The grand performance was able to continue.

The hymns were sung, and all the praises to the Emperor and the adorations to Om Messiah were generously sponsored by the Emperor.

Guilliman was slowly ascended to heaven surrounded by sacred music.

Jiang Bing didn't mince words; his massive, planet-like body bent down, attracting immeasurable divine light.

Rebuilding Guilliman inevitably requires the life furnace that Boss Jiang just acquired not long ago.

Thus, a gate of the gods began to take shape in the void and was rapidly assembled on the outer orbit of Macragge.

An immeasurable amount of ether was being consumed at an alarming rate, being filled into the 'ether furnace' and then used as building material for this astronomical spectacle.

Flames of light flew out from the hands of the holy Om Messiah like a meteor shower, and then formed in the void into the enormous gate that was destined to become the holy site of the empire.

Unlike the original 'Forge of Life' obtained in the Shadowlands, the Gate of God manifested above Macragge is exceptionally magnificent.

This gate of the gods has no door panels, only an arched door frame, standing tall in the vast and boundless sea of ​​stars.

This door is so magnificent, so noble. Countless intricate proverbs are densely drawn on its surface. In the eyes of the imperial believers, this door is composed of countless tiny runes that flow and breathe like a swarm of bees, forming a surface as beautiful as starlight.

This door is so enormous that it cannot be measured by the naked eye. It is large enough to span almost half of Macurag, and its width is at least 2000 kilometers. It is made entirely of some unknown alloy that gleams with a cold light, and its surface is covered with reliefs of imperial double-headed eagles, each eagle's head being the size of a cathedral.

Along the magnificent gate frame stand thousands of Gothic spires, each a separate emitter of a light spear array.

Inside the door is a void shield that can be deployed to cover the entire building, strong enough to withstand the impact of a small planet.

More weapon arrays are hidden inside the door.

The archway is topped by an elaborate lighthouse, the same one as the Star Torch of Sacred Terra.

Of course, at this moment it was just a facade; even the flames were just something Jiang Bing casually piled up, merely to put on a show.

Of course, the top of this lighthouse will later be connected to the Star Torch where the Emperor resides, igniting an inextinguishable psionic flame, and receiving the Emperor's protection on the warp level.

Such a spectacle, even if the prosperous Macragge exhausted all the productivity of five hundred worlds, it would be difficult to forge in a thousand years. But at this moment, countless people witnessed it being forged from nothing by Om Messiah.

As the last cornerstone was completed, the massive Gate of God began to radiate a dazzling golden light, and a light curtain large enough to obscure the planet formed from the gate.

The Gate of God has been opened.

The light curtain shone down, like a ladder to heaven, guiding Robert Guilliman's body slowly yet swiftly into the door forged in brilliant light.

This magnificent gate was prepared by Jiang Bing for the future creation of original Space Marines. This life furnace is more than ten thousand times larger than the original in the Shadowlands.

Besides being responsible for the original upgrades of Astartes, it will also recast the bodies of fallen heroes in the future, and serve as a fully automated operating table for all humans who want to undergo physical modification.

More importantly, this portal will later connect to the Empire's unique network, becoming a space jump portal capable of simultaneously accommodating the entire star system fleet.

Of course, there is only one such door at present. Similarly, the subspace has not yet been breached by the human empire, the human network project has not yet started, and the teleportation function is still under development. However, this does not prevent Jiang Bingxian from completing the preparatory work.

Moreover, when necessary, this meticulously designed door by Jiang Bing can also serve as a 'coordinate point' for temporarily passing through Heiml.

Of course, apart from the emperor, no one knew that Jiang Bing had stuffed so many things into this miraculous building.

They simply used worship to commemorate the completion of this great miracle, and poured out all their devout praise to glorify the gods of the empire.

A massive surge of thought was surging, with hundreds of billions of humans working together and dedicating themselves to creating terrifying waves of thought known as piety within the subspace.

The power of faith surged toward the star torch like a tide, then was filled into the furnace, becoming the fuel that would make humanity great again.

Stripped of the froth of faith, Om Messiah, as radiant as the stars and the moon, once again opened his palms.

Robert Guilliman’s tiny figure emerges from before the gates of God.

Golden flames cascaded down like a waterfall.

The recasting has officially begun.

With a great will as the hammer and the blueprint given by the emperor as a reference, the 'craftsman' pushed his skills to the limit, forging the body of this genetic prototype.

In reality, the entire reforging process wouldn't take Jiang Bing much effort. The time, energy, and ether consumed in reforging Guilliman were less than one ten-thousandth of the time and energy spent on this Gate of God.

But those familiar with Jiang Bing's work style know that piling up materials is the norm for him.

The soul of the Primogeniture's body, supplemented with a subspace origin, is a perfect foundation, capable of accommodating Jiang Bing's unrestrained creation upon which he can then add his own ingredients.

And so, the Lightforged Hammer, in a higher dimension, slammed down on the casting material named Robert Guilliman.

'Boom! '

The first strike, a simplified version of the law called Gentleness, was embedded into the other's essence. The law from the god Michaela endowed him with unparalleled affinity, making him invincible in the battlefield of interpersonal relationships.

"Oh!"

The aftershocks from the second hammer echoed through layers of subspace, and several creation runes related to data processing were infiltrated into the source, granting the opponent data processing capabilities beyond the comprehension of ordinary logic.

"Oh!"

The third hammer fell without hesitation, and Imperial Fire and Aether Flame were deeply forged into his essence, weaving them into an impenetrable net to compensate for the opponent's most lacking warp resistance.

After three hammer blows, the casting material was successfully melted and molded into shape.

Inside the crucible of life, Guilliman finally opened his eyes, which had been closed for millennia.

Wings of light, tens of meters wide, emerged behind him, and his new body, over four meters tall, unabashedly radiated the 'glory of order'.

A light of blue, white, and gold flowed across his body, and the "Armor of Destiny" flowed like fine sand under the light, changing its shape at will, transforming into a sacred robe.

The central control authority of the Gate of God was transformed into a dazzling laurel wreath, which was personally bestowed upon the other party's head by Jiang Bing, the Om Messiah.

Guilliman's new image was also specially projected onto a kilometer-long screen and displayed to all the 'viewers'.

The awakened 'divine child' slowly descended back to the earth under the glow of light, where millions of believers had already gathered in the original location of the Hall of Glory, bowing and worshipping in devotion.

The light of both reality and subspace began to fade simultaneously. After showing off, the Emperor and Jiang Bing turned and ran, leaving the cleanup mess to the newly awakened Regent of the Empire without hesitation.

After all, Guilliman is best at handling these kinds of situations.

Chapter 1041 Aftermath of the Miracle

The shuttle passed through the clouds, its gilded stripes shimmering brilliantly in the sunlight, as if coated with a divine glow. The jets of flame from the engine gradually diminished, and it finally landed on the 'Magnagra's Glory'.

The 'Glory of Macragge' is the rarest and most powerful 'Queen of Glory' class battle barge in the Imperial Navy system.

These warships were only built for the Primarchs during the Great Crusade, and each one is a unique masterpiece of the Imperium.

The ship is approximately 28 kilometers long and is equipped with multi-layered, exceptionally powerful void shield generators, capable of withstanding a salvo of main artillery fire from an enemy fleet.

Meanwhile, the hull is covered with incredibly thick adamantite armor plates, so thick that it can smash small enemy ships without a scratch in close-quarters boarding action.

The ship is filled with Gothic-style buildings, resembling a giant palace complex, including a magnificent command throne room, strategic rooms, archives, training grounds, armory, and a sanctuary commemorating the spirits of past Ultramarines.

Its interior and exterior decorations are full of Macurag's classical aesthetic style.

Ten thousand years ago, this battle barge was Robert Guilliman's flagship vessel. Ten thousand years later, it not only continues to perform the same functions, but has also become the political and cultural center of Macurag.

This massive battle barge remained anchored in orbit around the planet Macurag until the 'God Child' Robert Guilliman returned bathed in light.

When Chapter Commander Calgar stepped off the shuttle, the entire mooring deck of the 'Macrag's Glory' was unusually busy.

Pilgrims, Macragge officials and naval commanders, high-ranking officers of the Planetary Defense Force, and mechanical priests from other forging worlds...

Everyone gathered together, eager to see the awakened Primarch as soon as possible to show their loyalty.

The shuttles taking off and landing back and forth, like the renewed heartbeat of a giant.

Serafin Theodosius, the current curator of the Ultramarines' think tank, stood silently on the deck, awaiting Calgar's arrival.

As soon as "Calga, the Commander of the Calga Warband" appeared, the other side immediately came to greet him.

"Just call me by my name, Brother Theodosius."

As the Chapter Leader, Kargar found himself in a very awkward position after the Primarch awakened.

Although his position as leader of the Ultramarines was elected by the Ultramarines leadership, it was not actually approved by Robert Guilliman, the leader of the Ultramarines.

While Guilliman was asleep, things were fine, but the great Primarch had awakened, and it was only right and proper for Calgar to voluntarily hand over full leadership of the Chapter to the Primarch.

"Lord Guilliman is waiting for you, Grand Master," Theodosius said, still not changing his tune.

The think tank guided the seemingly calm, but actually turbulent, battle group leader toward their destination.

The ceramic steel boots clanged as they stepped onto the metal soles.

The members of the Honor Guard stood in neat rows on both sides of the road, their power armor polished to a near shine and spotless, just like their spirited appearance at that moment, which was astonishing.

Calga was very familiar with every Ultra Warrior in the Honor Guard, but looking at their faces, he felt only unfamiliarity.

They seemed to have been injected with some kind of spiritual stimulant, their faces filled with a mixture of hope and glory.

Calgary's heart, accustomed to grand occasions, began to race.

He didn't care much about the position of warband leader. In fact, he cared more about something else than the possible change of power.

How does the Great Primarch view me? Have my past actions lived up to my mission and satisfied him?

Will my performance bring me glory?

A vague unease lingered in his mind, and the uncertainty of the answer made him full of doubts.

Fortunately, everything is about to settle down.

Robert Guilliman took his meeting with Calgar, the current Chapter Master of the Ultramarines, very seriously. When Calgar arrived at the Holy Primarch's office, there was a long line of people waiting to be received, but he still chose to see him first.

Before the ongoing meeting had even ended, the Honor Guard members, who had been instructed beforehand, led Calgar into the Primarch's office.

With a mix of trepidation and excitement, Calga stepped into the office of his own genetic prototype.

The voice arrives before the person is seen.

A deep, resonant male voice drifted over, and surprisingly, it had an indescribable gentleness to Calgary's ears.

“Chief Marius Gage, I think my point of view was already made clear enough ten thousand years ago.”

"I cannot agree with the current doctrines of the state religion, and the fervent worship of the believers on Macurag also needs to be guided in an orderly manner by your State Council."

"I do not want to see any believers using the name of reverence for faith to commit acts of religious ignorance."