Warhammer Divine Throne

”He looks like a Barbarian!”

The High Elves whispered to each other, surprised by Angerong’s appearance, whose presence reminded them of their deities, an incarnation of the forbidden god of blood and war, Kaine.

”Please come inside to talk in detail.” Laine gestured for Tygris to enter the castle. The Supreme Grandmaster nodded, ordering the High Elf Army to station outside Gene Town, near the Wood Elf Observation Station, and took only the Hos Demon Sword Master Zoltan with him as he followed Laine towards the castle.

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Main Material Universe, Milky Way Galaxy, Heart of the Human Empire, Holy Terra, Imperial Palace, Throne Hall.

On the Golden Throne, constructed upon countless skulls and gold, hundreds of cables and iron rings bound a towering red figure tightly. He focused intently, unable to speak, with arcs of electricity constantly exploding around his head.

The Golden Throne was running at full speed, an ancient machine built since the rise of the Human Empire, operating for nearly eleven thousand years. The machine is enormous and incredibly complex; hundreds of Mechanic Priests constantly debug and repair its faults, with static arcs jumping between conduits and cables, filling the air with the smell of ozone.

The Emperor, clad in golden armor, stood before the throne, his cold eyes observing the Red Son Magnus who manipulated the Golden Throne, with no emotions visible in his gaze. Nobody knew what the Master of Humans was thinking, as everyone only saw Magnus exerting his full effort to control the throne’s energy to keep it running.

Behind the Master of Humans stood many members of the Imperial Guard, though undeniably, these guards were not qualified to stand beside the Emperor, as others more important were now standing there. The guards could only worshipingly watch the figures on the steps with admiration and upright posture.

In a full blue masterwork power armor, the current Imperial Regent of the Thirteenth Legion, Primarch of the Ultimate Warrior Roboute Kiliman stood behind the Emperor. Seeing Magnus in pain, he said with some reluctance: ”Father, we have repaired the breach under the palace’s Net Dao. Does Magnus need to stay atop?”

”As long as we depend on the Star Torch for subspace travel, Magnus or Father must sit atop one day after another. Kiliman, this traitor has received his due punishment. Granting him life now is a mercy, not a torment.” Commander-in-Chief of the Western Great Rift of the Human Empire, Dark Angels Primarch of the First Legion, Leon El Johnson said impatiently: ”Or would you prefer Father atop?”

Kiliman could not answer this; he simply shrugged: ”Alright, Leon, I didn’t mean that.”

”But I think you did mean that, Kiliman.” A voice with a deep, resounding tone and an exceedingly tall stature spoke. His skin was dark as charcoal, his voice filled with excitement: ”For love, peace, and dreams, I have returned here at Father’s call! Magnus too! It is his duty!”

”Vulcan! Don’t speak to me of duty!” Magnus suddenly opened his eyes, shouting angrily: ”You have the audacity to speak of duty? You flew your craft to explore beyond the Milky Way Galaxy where the Star Torch cannot reach, leaving a mess to your descendants! Yet you dare say that?!”

”That wasn’t a mess; it was a glorious mission! Magnus~ I promised to return and fight alongside them once I’ve recovered the nine Holy Artifacts I left behind. No challenge, no worthwhile reward... But Father summoned me back early.” The nearly four-meter-tall black giant said loudly: ”That’s why I haven’t fulfilled my duty; because Father’s command overrides everything! So I’ve returned, bathed in fires of war!”

”Bah! You coward! You’re afraid only because you lost the Undying Body! Yet you dare speak like this?” Magnus retorted defiantly: ”Or would you like to switch places with me?”

Before the words fell, a figure white as snow, hair dark as night, appeared before Magnus like a ghost. With jet-black wings and claws quietly raised, his words seemed to come from spirits: ”Quiet~ Magnus~.”

”You always do this.” Magnus gazed at the sharp black claws, giving up as he closed his eyes again to operate the Golden Throne.

At this moment, the Emperor spoke.

”...Is what I instructed ready?” The Emperor turned around to look at the four Primarchs standing behind him.

”Ready, Father.” Kiliman took over the conversation. The Primarch of the Ultimate Warrior, now the Imperial Regent, looked at the chaos within the throne hall, feeling warm inside. Although Primarchs inevitably quarreled when together, Kiliman longed for such disputes, needing people to talk to: ”According to your orders.”

A team of Imperial Guards carried several large boxes inside, and the Emperor opened the first box, catching everyone’s attention.

The black giant opened his mouth in shock:

”Oh my god, what is this?!”

Inside was a custom-made masterwork vibranium plate armor, crafted by the Mars Mechanic God Cult, engraved with innumerable defensive inscriptions and incorporating many technologies from the Great Expedition Era, adorned with scriptures, and personally bestowed blessings from the Emperor. This exquisite vibranium plate armor was Laine’s wedding gift, gifted by the Emperor to Laine’s wife Surya as Laine’s betrothal gift.

The other boxes were opened, revealing nine complete sets of invaluable jewelry made from platinum, gold, jade, emerald, diamond, gemstone, crystal, pearl, and opal. Each set of jewelry’s raw materials was offered by the most ancient merchant wandering families tracing back to the Great Expedition Era, processed with the Emperor’s secret techniques and personally blessed by the Emperor. Their total value was astronomical.

These nine sets of jewelry were ordered by the Terra Supreme Lord Council’s nine Supreme Lords, as instructed by the Emperor and prepared as a wedding gift for Laine, bestowed upon Surya.

”Laine is getting married soon; I cannot attend personally, so all of you should go to his wedding.” The Emperor inspected the gifts, finally displaying a vague and indistinct expression as if reminiscing about something: ”Representing me, and also that old friend who sacrificed for me.”

All four Primarchs nodded: ”We are ready to depart, Father.”

”Wait... What about me? Father? What about me?” Magnus suddenly opened his eyes, wearing a flattering expression: ”Laine is my brother too!”

”Magnus... you should also go.”