Chapter 420: The Future Great World (Part II)

Wu Pifu rubbed his head, his head aching.

For a moment, he was completely unable to grasp what kind of person this Emperor really was.

He seemed at once great, self-sacrificing, and devoted, yet also like an ambitious schemer, a slave owner, a thief, an arrogant mental patient, and a villain who stole the fruits of others' labor without gratitude...

In the descriptions provided by Angron and others like Kethia, they generally depicted a future for humanity that was once glorious, then tragic, and now utterly desperate.

The earlier part was very vague; in any case, humanity continued to develop after the 21st century, but there was no "super-tech explosion." Instead, they proceeded step-by-step over thousands or tens of thousands of years, eventually stepping from Earth into the universe and expanding across most of the galaxy.

However, this glory was interrupted. The rebellion of artificial intelligence and the Warp storms caused human colonies to be severed, turning them into isolated planets. At the same time, numerous grotesque and terrifying Warp entities erupted. In the thousands of years that followed, humanity weakened to the extreme.

It was then that the Emperor, a powerful Immortal, stepped forward. He unified the war-torn Earth of that time, assembled a powerful army of cyborgs, and moved from Earth to the Moon, to Mars, and subsequently unified the Solar System. After reorganizing his forces, he launched a Great Crusade across the entire galaxy to reclaim humanity's lost homelands.

To achieve the strategic goals of the Great Crusade, and because the Emperor was only one person and could not be everywhere at once, he hoped to create twenty or twenty-one super-humans capable of resisting the Warp and fighting against Warp demons. These super-humans were a mixture of his Immortal genes and a certain powerful essence of the Warp. These were the Primarchs, a man-made creation—or man-made demigods—existing between Immortals and ordinary humans.

During this period, the Emperor must have done many things, such as the deals with the Warp and the Four Chaos Gods that Angron mentioned—in any case, it was a messy process. Regardless, the Emperor created these man-made demigods, but the Warp stirred up storms (the Four Gods intervened), causing these twenty or twenty-one Primarchs to be scattered to all corners of the galaxy at the moment of their birth. After this, the Emperor led the human army, along with the cyborgs created from the Primarchs' templates—the so-called Space Marines—to reclaim their homelands while searching for the twenty or twenty-one Primarchs.

"This is basically a Super-Brain..."

Wu Pifu muttered.

Based on his comparative understanding, the Emperor, or rather the Immortals of this world, were similar to the Super-Brains in his own reality. It was just that the probability of their birth seemed far rarer, likely equivalent to a Dominant Special Super-Brain. The Emperor might be the strongest among the Immortals, similar to the currently invincible Chu Minghao, or even a Final Producer who had already sublimated into the Imaginary Number Space.

Then, the Emperor felt he was fighting alone, so he wanted to create powerful Immortals similar to himself, but this was certainly impossible. So, he created weakened versions of himself—roughly comparable to the contrast between a Dominant Special Super-Brain and a Recessive Ordinary Super-Brain—and then used the Recessive Ordinary Super-Brain as a template to create special enhanced humans.

This point was actually no different from the Gaia world in reality. The overly powerful Dominant Super-Brains were high above like gods, while those who communicated between gods and men were the Ordinary Super-Brains, followed by the more numerous enhanced humans, adjusted humans, and gene-humans created through technological means. This was also the future of human civilization that Xu Ruonan and the Chairman of the First Company told Wu Pifu would have happened if Xu Wanfang hadn't died.

But this world was not the real world; it was a 0.5 Dream World, a world very easily eroded by 0.3 Source-level existences, so this world had a layered structure of Dream World patterns.

Wu Pifu could now confirm that the material universe of this world was a 0.5 Dream World, while the Warp was a 0.4 or 0.3 Dream World, and the Four Chaos Gods were Source-level existences.

In short, the Dominant Special Super-Brain Emperor of this world stood up for humanity. Regardless of whether he was selfless or, as Angron said, seeking supreme power to enslave more slaves and gain more land (worlds), the Emperor stood up at humanity's most critical moment.

The twenty or twenty-one Primarchs were roughly equal in status to the ordinary Recessive Super-Brains of the real world, followed by the mass-produced super-cyborgs, the Space Marines, the Astartes, who were roughly equal to the enhanced humans and adjusted humans in the real world.

With this, the Emperor began the Great Crusade across the galaxy. In the process, he recovered all the lost Primarchs and achieved glorious victories. His achievements, his greatness, and his power led him to be viewed as a god—a god walking among mortals.

"... No, that is not an honorific, nor is it superstition. He is indeed a god. He has a status in the Warp, just like you," Angron said.

Wu Pifu looked disgusted. "Don't, spare me. I am a human, not some god!"

A pure-blooded human as judged by the Main Brain!

Angron revealed an expression that seemed like nostalgia and also disdain, but he said nothing more.

Wu Pifu looked at the manuscript and asked, "It only records that during the Great Crusade, the Emperor hurriedly returned to Terra, handed over the supreme command of the army to a certain Primarch, and made him the Warmaster. What happened next? It's been five days, and they haven't given me the rest."

Angron said mockingly, "Because they don't dare to continue writing. Ever since He sat on the Golden Throne, this ignorant empire hasn't even dared to tell the truth. If they dared to write it out, what would await them is silent disappearance, direct erasure... So, let me tell you what happened next."

Wu Pifu said with disgust, "You have too deep a prejudice against your father. I don't know what happened to you. 'Do not judge others' suffering, do not advise others to be kind.' I won't ask you to let go of your prejudice, but what I need now is to listen to both sides. I won't just listen to your words... It's difficult. They don't dare to speak, and listening only to you won't work..."

Angron's demonic head revealed a strange expression. He was silent for a long while, and Wu Pifu looked at him in surprise. Angron then said, "If you can guarantee to listen to their words, observe their actions, and then make a decision, rather than shouting to hack and burn like those ignorant mortals now, then I am willing to help you find two more people who can recount everything from back then."

Wu Pifu also sensed the meaning in Angron's emotions.

Two Primarchs... at least they were Primarchs back then. Regardless of whether they were still human now, they were at least subjects who could tell everything about the past.

"There's such a thing..."

Wu Pifu pondered for a moment and said, "That's not bad. But you also sensed the thoughts in my emotions, so I want to give a warning in advance: I am willing to generously treat you as humans, willing to treat you with the attitude of treating humans, so you had better really be human, or at least look like a human, worthy of me treating you this way... I won't say this to the same person a second time."

Angron laughed, then said sorrowfully, "If He back then had been as humane as you, perhaps many tragedies would not have happened... Although He and you are both gods, the gap is too large."

Wu Pifu said with dissatisfaction, "I said I am a human, I am not some god!"

"Yes, yes, yes... Then please, use whatever cloth to cover me and take me to the refugee accommodation layer of this warship," Angron said casually and perfunctorily.

Wu Pifu frowned. In his emotional perception, he only sensed a very pure feeling of helplessness, roughly similar to "what a stubborn mouth." He didn't quite understand, but he wasn't completely clueless. He immediately took a bedsheet to wrap Angron and carried him toward the warship.

Wu Pifu's movements were always watched by everyone on the entire warship. When he left the room, twenty Stormtroopers immediately followed to guard him. From Wu Pifu's emotional perception, these people were not there to monitor him, but were genuinely, devoutly, and fanatically wanting to protect him, even feeling a willingness to die for him just by walking a short distance with him.

(This world... is really fucking absurd.)

Thinking this, Wu Pifu continued to carry Angron forward. Sensing the meaning of Angron's emotions, he soon arrived at a corridor on the lower level and saw two wounded men, one with dark skin and one with pale red skin, carrying something.

"... You two, come with me." Wu Pifu walked directly to the two and said.

Both were surprised, their eyes filled with panic. When they saw what Wu Pifu was carrying, anger first flared in their eyes, but then the red-skinned man suddenly paused, immediately gave a look to the dark-skinned man, and their eyes were filled with ecstasy.

This complex range of emotions was all sensed by Wu Pifu in his heart. He had some confirmation, and then he took the two back to the room.

At the same time, Inquisitor Kethia was busy dealing with the refugee problem.

This was a problem she had never encountered before, because in the past, when encountering such situations, there usually wouldn't be any refugees, and she didn't need to solve their food, drink, and waste problems.

But now, with Wu Pifu, she had to follow Wu Pifu's orders, not only to accommodate these refugees but also to let them survive, and even live like humans...

Kethia was a bit tired. At this moment, a Stormtrooper came to report Wu Pifu's outing, and that two wounded Astra Militarum soldiers had been called into his room.

"... The demon head was also taken out of the room? Did An... say anything? No?"

Kethia immediately stood up and hurried a few steps, but then hesitated and stopped. She carefully confirmed that there was no one around, and only then did she carefully think about something in her mind.

(Could it be, those two? The two that appeared in the Heaven World? But... can they really return? Can they really recover?)

Kethia's face was uncertain. She finally sighed and walked toward the ship's chapel.

She needed to pray; she needed the Emperor's guidance.

Because now, her actions and thoughts were more terrifying than the most terrifying heretic. She even delusionally thought in her heart that this person could really save everything, reverse everything, and even save the Emperor from the Golden Throne, if He was also a god walking among mortals...

She urgently needed the Emperor's guidance!!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 421 =====