Emrys couldn't be bothered to care about the fate of CEC and the XX Church; he was more interested in the 'Marker'.
When all the data, including scattered fragments, was sent to the spaceport and successively isolated and sealed, Emrys also heard a prompt from the 'Traveler'.
[Current world Exploration: 50%]
[Reward: Complete-grade - Marker Network Creator Race. A civilization filtering device created to combat extinction, using extinction to fight extinction, ultimately leading to the race's demise.
The complete-grade Marker Network can, through special means, release special mental fluctuations and particles, create powerful illusions, distort biological minds, cause biological genes to mutate, and ultimately lead to aggregation tendencies.]
[Current world Exploration: 80%]
[Reward: Creator Civilization Gravestone (Perfect-grade)
The 'Creator' race, a biological civilization filter created to prevent the Blood Moon Aggregate, used extinction to combat extinction. However, this device eventually developed consciousness under the influence of the 'Blood Moon', causing the Creator race's demise. Thus, they recorded everything about their civilization on this final gravestone.
If the Creator's script can be deciphered, perhaps their past civilization and technology can be unraveled from this gravestone, recreating the Creator's glory. Energy supply: None.]
The Creator Civilization… Emrys recalled carefully; it seemed to have indeed appeared in the game, but only in fragments, as background information.
The 'Blood Moon Aggregate', on the other hand—a planetary-grade flesh giant monster—had a certain 'Cthulhu' flavor and was indeed a terrifying existence.
The last 20% of exploration, he thought, should be related to this.
But Emrys had no intention of seeking out the 'Blood Moon Aggregate' for trouble.
Firstly, there was no need; the Blood Moon Aggregate was created by a higher-dimensional civilization, and head-on confrontation with his current strength would bring no benefit.
Secondly, it was even simpler: if this thing were brought to the Warhammer Universe, it would likely cause immense trouble, and he had no interest in creating problems for himself.
"The Creator Civilization isn't bad either—" Emrys was quite satisfied with this harvest; besides the complete 'Marker Network', he also obtained the Creator's Civilization Gravestone.
If the records on the Civilization Gravestone could be fully deciphered, it would be equivalent to acquiring the technology of a top-tier civilization that once dominated the universe.
The value of this item was no less than an extremely precious STC template, enough to drive some extremists within the Mechanicus mad!
But no matter what, this brief node travel had come to a somewhat imperfect end.
In the final days, Emrys kept his promise, had Riggs heal Nicole, handed her over to Isaac, and ensured their safe departure.
Then, he proceeded to take away as many mineral resources as possible that originally belonged to the CEC company.
Especially various rare minerals, essential supplies for fleet navigation, and so on, all were compressed into his private space using miniature compression technology.
With such a vast amount of resources, it could also be used for construction in other Worlds, saving a great deal of manpower and time costs.
After finishing matters here, Emrys immediately rushed to the Resident Evil world without delay.
He wasn't there for a vacation; he had serious business.
Still remember the perfect-grade T-virus?
At that time, the perfect-grade T-virus had raised his psionic level, so Emrys began to wonder: if perfect-grade T-virus could be mass-produced, could a large number of 'psykers' be artificially created?
He later entrusted this idea and plan to the most ambitious Wesker.
And now, it was time for inspection.
Only half a year had passed since his last visit to the Resident Evil world, but for the people there, he had been gone for decades.
If not for the infinite antidote Emrys had provided, these initial people would probably have long since died of old age.
Wesker, as always, was dressed in a black suit, wearing sunglasses, sitting in his office, handling documents.
Suddenly, he seemed to sense something, looked up, and upon seeing Emrys, his heart pounded violently. He quickly stood up, his voice barely concealing his excitement.
"Lord, you—you're back?"
"Mm."
Emrys nodded, observing Wesker.
Decades had passed, and Wesker had a few strands of white hair at his temples, but with the infinite antidote, it was only a wisp of white hair.
"How is the company doing?" Emrys asked casually.
After he left, he had Arnold stay behind, and from time to time, resources from other Worlds would be exchanged with this one. The technological development of the Resident Evil world immediately entered a high-speed phase. In just a few decades, it had already entered the era of space colonization.
"Lord, the Umbrella Corporation, as per your instructions, has become the sole giant enterprise of the colonial era. Our business spans the entire Solar System."
At this point, a touch of pride appeared on Wesker's face, and he continued.
"The perfect-grade T-virus you asked me to research has also been declared successful, and it has performed well on test subjects."
"Very good, well done."
Emrys stood up and patted his shoulder in approval.
"I won't forget your contributions. I'm here this time—I need a group of people who have been injected with the perfect-grade T-virus and have awakened telekinesis."
Hearing this, Wesker's eyes widened. After a moment of thought, he cautiously asked.
"Lord, are you—conscripting, right?"
Emrys looked back at him but did not speak.
Wesker immediately lowered his head and said.
"Lord, I'm not trying to pry into what you want to do, I just want to—"
He paused, then gritted his teeth.
"I want to join this group of people. I hope you can agree!"
"Oh?" Emrys was a little surprised.
"Why give up being a good Umbrella president and join this group of people? You should be able to guess that the mortality rate they will face is several, even dozens, or hundreds of times higher than those people back then?"
He was naturally referring to the 'Avengers' who were among the first to become Space Marines.
"I know."
Wesker nodded, taking off his glasses, his pupils filled with fanaticism.
"But I don't want to be like this now,
Sitting in an office all day handling documents. I want a more exciting life!"
He had always yearned for an exciting life, to become more powerful, whether it was pursuing the T-virus or ultimately submitting to Emrys.
Now, this opportunity was before him, and he had to consider that this might be his last chance.
Instead of staying here, living a dull, uneventful life, it would be better to follow Emrys and witness a vast and more spectacular world!
Looking at the fire in Wesker's eyes, Emrys was silent for a moment, then nodded.
"Alright, since it's your request, and considering your contributions over the years, I can grant it."
Having Wesker join the 'Grey Knights' was also a good choice.
As for whether these people who have awakened telekinesis are truly psykers, they still need to be taken back for identification and undergo long and difficult training before the results can be seen!
But, at least the first step has been taken!
There are still several long trials awaiting them before they become true Grey Knights!
The Grey Knights are the Imperium's most secretive and elite organization of psychic warriors. Their foundational concept was to combat the increasingly powerful Chaos Daemons, specializing in handling incidents related to the Warp.
Precisely because of this, the selection of every Grey Knight is destined to be an extremely lengthy and exceptionally rigorous process, with an extremely high mortality rate!
Candidates for the Grey Knights must simultaneously meet two conditions.
First: unwavering and immaculate soul purity!
Second: extremely strong psychic potential.
Only by possessing both of these conditions can one barely meet the basic standards for Grey Knight selection.
Then, candidates who pass the first step must confront illusions of Chaos corruption, resisting defilement purely by instinct. Candidates who fail this stage will be secretly executed.
Finally, the most difficult step.
Candidates who have overcome the first two major hurdles must undergo implantation and fusion trials with extremely special gene-seeds. Rejection will lead to the immediate death of the recipient, with no chance of recovery.
The Grey Knights' gene-seeds, unlike those of ordinary Space Marine Legions, originate directly from the Emperor himself. If a candidate cannot perfectly compatible, they will be tragically eliminated, and the consequence of elimination is death.
Given the Grey Knights' level of secrecy, it is absolutely impossible for gene-seeds to leak out.
Even the Dark Mechanicum could not acquire Grey Knight gene-seeds.
Otherwise — the fanatics of the Inquisition would not mind letting the Dark Mechanicum taste the Emperor's wrath!
Whoever touches this thing dies!
But not being able to get the genuine article doesn't mean Emrys had no other options. With the technology he currently possessed, he could always try to replicate a Grey Knight himself!
Emrys convened his first formal meeting.
Transformers, alien, Resident Evil, Marvel, The Wandering Earth — five Worlds united for a 'consultation,' a truly grand spectacle!
The meeting naturally took place on The Wandering Earth.
On the former Eater Imperium battleship, the supreme leaders from other Worlds gathered. In the massive circular council chamber sat either silicon-based Transformers, human lifeforms, or the Engineer race, who closely resembled humans.
Although everyone was meeting each other for the first time, under the banner of the same alliance, the atmosphere was relatively friendly.
After Emrys presented his request, a heated discussion immediately began in the meeting room.
First, the Engineer race, who excelled at bio-genetic technology, along with the genius Wayland, found a path after years of brainstorming and extensive research into Space Marine data.
Secondly, Carol's provided data, combined with the Resident Evil T-virus, enabled perfect superhuman recipient research, sufficient to provide ample samples for the experiment.
Finally, the Transformers scientific research team, led by Sentinel Prime, used the 'Marker Network' of the Creator civilization harvested this time to create a large-scale Chaos illusion system.
Thus, the experimental facilities were basically complete.
Currently, the initial problem encountered was the gene-seed. According to the Engineers' research, it contained an unresolvable genetic encryption sequence. Only by cracking the code of this gene sequence could a similar product be replicated.
"Is there any other way?"
Emrys rubbed his temples, clearly not very satisfied with their discussion results.
After all the talk, the most crucial element was still missing. He couldn't possibly run to Terra and ask the Emperor on the Golden Throne to lend him a Grey Knight gene-seed, could he?
He probably wouldn't even step into the palace before being impaled by a Custodian Guard at the gate!
Using ordinary gene-seeds wasn't impossible, but then one would have to consider the purity of this 'Grey Knight' force... and there was a high risk of them being corrupted and rebelling directly when dealing with Chaos Daemons!
Chaos illusion labs, gene implant recipients, purity and resilient souls, etc., everything was there except for a gene-seed.
Emrys' brows were tightly furrowed with worry. Everything was ready except for the crucial 'east wind,' and this 'east wind' — he had absolutely no clue how to find it!
He had initially thought that with the technology of five Worlds, even if he couldn't create a true Grey Knight, imitating one by eighty percent would be no problem. But reality had given him a resounding slap.
It proved that the Grey Knights' technical complexity lay not in conventional technology, but in the gene-seed's sequence code, personally written by the Emperor himself!
This was the true reason Grey Knights could fight Chaos Daemons, constantly travel through the Warp, face the Four Gods, and not be corrupted!
Just imagine, if even Grey Knights were so difficult to replicate, how much more difficult would the 'Custodians' be, personally cultivated by the Emperor, each a product of biological Alchemy?
And above the Custodians, the 'Primarchs' — said to be products of a deal with the Warp — how much more difficult would they be?!
But then again, Fabius Bile, as annoying as he was, truly had some capability. He could actually 'resurrect' Primarchs. Although they were fakes, it indirectly proved that the old man indeed had some skill!
This meeting had to be temporarily adjourned.
Until the gene sequence code was cracked, the Grey Knight replication project was stuck at the first step.
At night, Emrys gazed at the starry sky of the Resident Evil world, pondering how to bypass the gene sequence code, when a figure suddenly walked in.
"You — what are you doing here?"
Emrys looked at the slender figure, seemingly cloaked in white light under the moonlight, appearing somewhat solitary, his eyes holding a hint of complexity.
His insistence on advancing the Grey Knight research had caused a slight conflict with Winnie, and she hadn't spoken much these past few days, acting a bit sulky.
Winnie had changed from her usual valiant attire. Her golden hair was draped over her shoulders, simply and casually tied back with a ribbon. She wore a pure white dress that reached her thighs, revealing a slender ankle.
"I was a little worried about you."
As she spoke, Winnie's eyes reflected his figure, her tone seeming much softer than usual.
"Is it because of — the encrypted gene sequence in the Grey Knight gene-seed?"
Emrys hesitated for a few seconds, then finally nodded, sighing.
"Perhaps you're right. The gene encryption sequence from the Emperor himself — this is a power I cannot meddle with."
He already had some thoughts of giving up, perhaps it would be better to simply establish a specialized psychic think tank.
Although not as good as the Grey Knights, it would still be a powerful force. Settling for second best wasn't entirely out of the question.
Winnie stared at him, as if in a daze, but her tightly furrowed brows and the worry hidden in her eyes betrayed her true feelings.
"What's wrong?" Emrys was a little curious. Shouldn't she be happy? Why was she making that expression? She looked — like she was very conflicted.
Winnie lowered her gaze and let out a soft sigh.
Then, she took something from behind her and handed it to Emrys.
"How to choose, you decide"
"This is — a gene-seed storage container?" Emrys' eyes widened, his pupils suddenly constricting. An impossible thought popped into his head, startling even himself.
"This can't be —"
"A Grey Knight gene-seed."
Winnie glanced at the shocked Emrys and spoke for him.
"With this gene-seed, I believe you will soon — be able to replicate a true 'Grey Knight'."
This was truly a turn of events!
Emrys tremblingly took the gene-seed storage container from Winnie's hand, staring blankly at her.
He subconsciously said, "Praise the Emperor! Is this your dowry?!"
Bang!! Bang!
He flew backward, embedded in the wall.
Winnie snorted coldly, her eyes filled with angry embarrassment.
"Say that again, and next time I'll tie you to a stake!"