Five hundred worlds.

The only survivor of the Great Horus Rebellion, Kiliman.

The other brothers either rebelled, disappeared or died.

He was the only one who survived his serious injuries.

He also woke up not long ago, and as soon as he woke up, he took over the mess of the empire and became the regent.

Perhaps fortunately he was the best of their brothers, and he had made the five hundred worlds the best in the empire, albeit so unsightly.

But this is already the best world of this era, not to mention constantly defending against enemies from all sides.

At this moment, Kiliman is sitting in a tall building, dealing with various government affairs and military prevention and control.

He needs to worry about everything in the five hundred worlds, which also shares most of his energy, as for the lords of those worlds, they are all moths of the empire, if it weren't for the need for them to maintain order, they would have been sacrificed a long time ago.

As the son of the emperor, he could not back down, and the empire still needed him.

A dull voice rang out.

The champion of the Ultramarines, his body is wrapped in dark blue terracotta steel and ornate armor, and the ancient Roman sword rests on his leg in its sheath. The cape coat hangs from his glamorous technical armor laden with battle honors and miniature medallions. The emblem next to his shoulder indicates his identity: Ultramarine; The jewel-embellished Orris Cross pendant, winner of the legion of Killiman himself, Hero and Guardian of Glory, is printed on it.

The Ultramarines walked up to Kiliman and saluted slightly.

"Father, the Legion has reclaimed fifty more worlds."

"But the nobles above are still alive, and they are still enjoying the invasion of the enemy as we reoccupy these worlds, and only the mortal auxiliaries are fighting for their homeland."

Killiman gestured slightly.

"Destroy them all, the Empire doesn't need those moths."

"Yes, father."

The Ultramarines Champion saluted and left.

Kiriman is now feeling a headache.

The Empire has too many moths to count.

He started in the southeast of the empire, fought on the frontiers of the empire, stood for the truth in the chaos of the situation, and remained loyal in the wave of rebellion.

Countless mortal heroes selflessly, fearlessly, and without regrets sacrificed their blood and courage, and finally extended the empire from a crumbling situation for 10,000 years, waiting for his awakening.

But even he was amazed at the state of the Empire.

For millennia," he continued, "look at what has become of them, and of ourselves—blind faith, ignorance, misery, decadence, all of which have prevailed in the name of a god who, ironically, has never hated the title himself." ”

Kill the aliens and execute the heretics; Save the world, destroy the world.

"We have failed, father," Killiman's words were filled with weary and bitter sorrow. "You have failed your sons, and we have failed you; Our arrogance and vanity have made the empire we are today, and we have failed humanity – didn't Horus declare your intention to ascend to the gods and use this as an excuse to start a rebellion? Wouldn't the Empire be what it looks like today incurring his gloating ridicule? ”

The empire is still crumbling, and humanity is still in danger.

A corrupt and rigid bureaucracy, a ubiquitous threat of chaos, and local governors with their own agendas......... Compared with the period of the Great Expedition, when the emperor was still walking the world, the current empire is like a paralyzed patient, who can only react to stress, can no longer move on its own, and can only decline in the strife of various departments.

He had seen the mortals under his rule, who were tenacious and unafraid of sacrifice.

They are the children of this dark age, and they have seen nothing but hardship, hardship, and endless conflict all their lives, but they are unyielding in their struggle, and they are persevering in the face of the enemy.

Kiliman, on the other hand, was fortunate to have been born in a better era, a golden age of hope and triumph.

What right did he, one of the Emperor's transcendent sons, have to feel sorry for himself?

In the face of these followers who were born in darkness but whose courage and strength have not diminished, how indulgent and willful will they be if they show vulnerability and helplessness?

Killiman had seen the infinite potential of humanity firsthand, and now he had learned of the fruits of Belisarius-Kaul's institute beneath the surface of Mars. All this convinced him that there was still hope for a more brilliant tomorrow and that there was still hope for the rebirth of the empire.

He returned to Terra, thwarted the rebellion of the High Lords, reformed the bureaucracy, punished corrupt officials, reformed the outdated military system, and created a more powerful fleet......... He assembled an unprecedented army and launched an unyielding expedition against Chaos, opening up contact with the dark side of the empire, the governors of various places swore allegiance to Terra, the invading demon of Nurgle was eliminated, and the entire empire began to mobilize slowly; It was as if the empire was waking up, the diseases that plagued him were being eliminated, and humanity was once again ushering in light and hope.........

However, Chaos will not give up, the new Chaos Chosen has come, the demons of the subspace are ready to set off, the Great Rift is expanding, the horn of attack has already sounded, and the smoke of the decisive battle is ahead. At this moment, the fate and future of the empire, the future and hope of mankind, are all in his hands.

He also promised them, and they also paid with their lives and saluted, and they chanted.

"May the light of the emperor spread far and wide.

May the Emperor's Sword be mighty.

May the son of the emperor point to the eight wildernesses. ”

Killiman's heart still beats, and he knows that when it's all over, it will never stop, including his life.

But now, he still has to deal with the politics of the empire.

The championship just now is here again.

"Father, Valdo, the commander of the Imperial Forbidden Army, has asked you to return to Terra to discuss the future of the Empire."

Killiman wondered, Waldo?

He didn't have much communication with Valdo, and he didn't know much about people like Waldo who had followed the Emperor since his conquest of Terra.

After all, Valdo has always been by the throne's side.

Can you let him go back to Terra now?

What an imperial moth!

He should have eliminated the so-called lords in the first place, the war in the empire has been hidden from them, and some of the people of the empire still think that everything is peaceful in the empire.

Kiriman responds to the champion.

"Okay, got it."

"You go and make arrangements, and bring a warband by the way."

"Yes, father." Then I went to arrange it.

"It seems that the empire needs to be cleaned up completely, so as not to affect the normal operation of the empire."

Killiman got up and left.