The deck of the orac was deathly silent.
Not to mention Van Roth, Bayer, Huron, and the others, who were all swallowing stiffly.
Even Sith, after finally digesting the news, collapsed completely onto a supply crate.
What had Sith been looking for in the galaxy just moments ago?
Naturally, he was looking for the symbol of 40K: The Great Rift that spanned the galaxy!
But now, as Van Roth and the others looked out from the deck, there was only silence in the distant galaxy; where was The Great Rift?!
Where was The Great Rift?
Where did that massive Great Rift of mine go?!
Everyone was stunned, while Sith, sitting on the supply crate, was thinking about much more.
Only then did Sith recall that, although the ultimate goal of the ancient artifact belonging to Vashtorr and Abaddon was to forge a key to open the ancient artifact vault.
This key had functions beyond just opening doors.
It could also open space-time tunnels, connecting the past with the present.
If he hadn't intervened at Longlin Star that day, according to the original timeline, Vashtorr and Abaddon would have already opened the space-time tunnel and brought half of the Dark Angels traitors from 30K to 40K.
In other words, one of the functions of the ancient artifact in Vashtorr's hands was to reinforce the traitor forces in 40K, which were dwindling, by bringing in entire Legions from 30K.
Even the combined fleet of Vashtorr and Abaddon, which had headed to Terra to scavenge for scraps, was composed of those traitors pulled from 30K.
Thus, although the models were old, the hulls themselves were not.
Thinking of this, Sith even began to suspect that Vashtorr might have had this plan all along, using the opportunity to banish him to 30K.
With that thought, Sith took a deep breath and looked toward the place where they had fled from Longlin Star.
Sith was speechless that Vashtorr was playing such a high-stakes game, and Vashtorr was equally speechless that Sith and the God-Emperor were playing an even bigger one.
"If it weren't for my divine form, Vashtorr would probably be mobilizing heavy forces to surround and kill me in 30K right now."
Sith muttered to himself, his brow relaxing slightly, but then he looked at the fanatical Word Bearers before him, and his brow furrowed again immediately.
It furrowed even more deeply!
Beside him, Van Roth also realized something, and his expression turned equally ashen.
After Sith and Van Roth exchanged a look, they both instinctively turned to the other side of the deck, toward the pale-faced...
Ecclesiarchy Priest!
40K didn't just deal in faith; it had even created a behemoth known as the Ecclesiarchy.
But in 30K, under the Emperor's Imperial Truth, let alone starting a religion, even the act of faith itself was viewed as a grave betrayal against the Imperium and the Emperor himself!
It wasn't just that worshiping various wild gods was forbidden; any form of faith was unacceptable, even faith in the Emperor himself.
The severity of this matter went all the way back to the very beginning of The Great Rebellion, when the Word Bearers Primarch, Lorgar, insisted on worshiping the Emperor as a god.
This led the Emperor to personally lead an army to raze the 'Perfect City,' which Lorgar and the Word Bearers had devoutly built specifically to worship the Emperor.
At the time the Perfect City was destroyed, Lorgar was even leading the Word Bearers to expand the Imperium's borders and reclaim lost territory!
Afterward, the Emperor demanded that Lorgar and all the Word Bearers kneel and repent in public, making them a laughingstock to the other Legions, suppressing such acts of faith both physically and mentally.
Even Lorgar, as a Primarch, received such treatment just for believing in the Emperor.
And now, Sith looked at his own ship, which was not only filled with statues of gods everywhere but had also brought the Ecclesiarchy with it.
And most importantly...
His own body filled with divine power, and the hull of the orac, which had been completely sanctified.
At this thought, Sith wearily lowered his eyes.
Never mind the traitors wanting to get me; if the Emperor found out, he would personally bring people here to wipe me out first.
For the sake of the Emperor's ultimate plan, the Great Crusade could be put on hold just to blast anything related to the Warp into ashes first.
And thinking that he not only had to face Vashtorr and Abaddon, but also the traitors about to start The Great Rebellion.
And that the Imperium would also view him as a primary threat, Sith felt his scalp tingle.
One had to know that the Imperium at this time was not the 'trash' of 40K, which didn't even have the energy to fight a Tau Commander.
The Imperium was currently at the absolute peak of its strength, with not only the Emperor in his prime at the center, but also the Imperial Regent Malcador, whose psychic powers were exaggerated enough to hide an entire planet.
Not to mention the eighteen complete Primarchs under his command, and the Astartes Legions, which were in their prime and numbered in the hundreds of thousands.
At this time, the Imperium could deploy a million Astartes in a single breath for certain decisive battles against powerful xenos.
Even the Titan Legion was regarded as a conventional consumable at this time, which could be deployed to the battlefield without any hesitation.
The Tau Commander was lucky to have lived in a good time; if he had been born in 30K, the Imperium might not have even bothered to record such a creature that could be swatted to death with a casual flick.
In 40K, Guilliman was called the Imperial Regent, but in 30K, Guilliman wouldn't even rank near the front!
And in an Imperium in such a state, with the Emperor maintaining a policy of exterminating any gods, Sith arrived with his body full of divine power and the orac...
He had arrived!
The deck was silent, and everyone was lost in various thoughts; if there was one person on the entire bridge who was the most excited, it was probably only Bayer, who was single-mindedly focused on resurrecting the Emperor.
It wasn't until Van Roth took a deep breath that he mustered all his strength to break the silence.
"My Lord, what should we do next?"
As Van Roth spoke, the group finally withdrew their distracted gazes and stared blankly at Sith.
Sith also struggled to pull his attention back from his thoughts, frowned and looked down at the floor for a moment, then took a deep breath and looked up.
Sith looked directly at the Word Bearers who were kneeling and worshiping, convinced that he was the true god.
"To what stage has your The Great Rebellion progressed?"
Since he was here and had no clue how to return to 40K, Sith had to first figure out the specific timeline.
However, these few Word Bearers were stunned upon hearing this, and then the leader awkwardly spoke up:
"We have recently... been busy repenting to you, so we haven't paid much attention to... the current progress."
Hesitant, Sith sighed helplessly upon hearing this; it really fit the nature of The Great Rebellion.
They only really cooperated a bit when attacking Terra; at other times, these traitor Legions really just looked out for themselves.
"Then just tell me the latest situation you are aware of."
Sith's tone was cold and dissatisfied. Sith didn't notice it himself, but Van Roth and the others on the side watched him slightly.
Having been imbued with the God-Emperor's divine power for an entire day, how did Sith...
...behave more and more like a... god?
Van Roth and the others pursed their lips, not daring to speak, while the Word Bearers below showed even greater reverence as they looked at Sith, who was still glowing with golden light while speaking.
"We only know that not long ago, after the Warmaster was stabbed, he received the..."
"Uh, the corruption of the false gods, and officially joined the traitor forces."
"After that, we are not clear."
Hearing that Horus had clearly been 'possessed', Sith couldn't help but take another deep breath.
Then, the Word Bearers also understood that Sith was eager to know the specific situation, so after finishing, without waiting for Sith to ask, they took the initiative to speak again:
"We don't have much information, but there is one person who definitely knows."
"And he is currently in a place, preaching the doctrines of the false gods every day, constantly expanding the scale of the traitor forces."
"If my God wants to understand the specific situation, you can find him."
Sith looked over curiously upon hearing this; listening to this description, for some reason, a person suddenly flashed through his mind.
The Word Bearers stood up, directly projected a coordinate, and then pointed to the planet on the coordinate, shouting out the person's name.
"Erebus."
"Erebus is right here."
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