I am the Emperor of Humanity across the Multiverse

"Then, please follow me!" 

"Cleanse." 

"I understand."

Using a holographic screen and a magic sand table, Samuel Young transmitted orders to all divisions: "Full assembly, prepare for combat" and "Ernio 007 proceed to the designated orbit." After delivering these instructions, he turned and walked out of the council hall.

Thud, thud.

Ten Thunder Warriors guarding the area advanced with heavy steps, while Tina silently followed.

Leaving the hall and walking along the garden corridor, Samuel glanced up at the night sky, kept clear and cloudless under his psionic protection.

As he continued walking, he fell into a deep contemplation.

Three hours earlier, Samuel had "seen" through his psionic vision that Dorn and Vulcan had entered a space known as the Emperor's Tomb, which was actually a super-giant underground vault called the "Treasure Trove."

The mountains of gold and mithril could indeed provide significant financial support for Atlas, aiding the company's continuous expansion.

After Atlas absorbed the "Treasure Trove," whose value was still impossible to estimate, they wouldn't have to worry about "currency depreciation" or "inflation."

Moreover, with Guilliman (Robert) and Sanguinius managing the company's divisions, they could ensure the wealth of the company and its inhabitants remained stable.

What concerned Samuel the most was maintaining the value of the wealth held by the residents, as no one wanted the items they purchased to rapidly lose value.

Of course, these concerns were long disconnected from the "Treasure Trove." Samuel no longer had the energy to focus on managing the economy across different universes.

Additionally, the population of Terra and its various races were a major focus for Samuel.

By observing various details firsthand and incorporating the comprehensive intelligence provided by Tina, Samuel had already begun planning roles for each race.

Take the elves, for example.

They had exceptional physical attributes, renowned for their agility and nimbleness. In their fierce battles with corrupted cultists and orcs, they had displayed superiority even over enhanced warriors.

Aside from their close combat skills, the elves were also outstanding archers, easily capable of taking down enemies from over a kilometer away.

With the Glory Warriors, composed of werewolves and night stalkers, as a precedent, Samuel could create an elite group of elves that answered directly to him, for precise assassinations, raids, and airborne assaults.

The dwarves, numbering about four hundred million and outnumbering the elves by twenty times, were better suited for engineering or integrating into the other universe's societies to accelerate urban and rural infrastructure development.

As for magic, it was a unique system to Terra. This Earth-like planet had a distinct magnetic field that allowed things like teleportation arrays, magic trains, and enchanted weapons to exist—concepts that couldn't be replicated in other universes.

Yet, rare metals like mithril still had significant use.

At present, over 60% of Atlas's inhabitants were aware of part of the truth about the space gates and the multiverse. Many residents had even eagerly joined the military to help Atlas combat threats from the multiverse.

However, how to properly reveal the presence of special races like elves and dwarves to the public in the primary universe was a problem Samuel would need to personally solve.

He could only patiently wait for the main universe to unify peacefully through Atlas's absolute economic and military advantage, as he had envisioned.

Lastly, there was the "rusted sword" and "iron claw" brought by the black-scaled dragon.

Though Samuel had yet to confirm it completely, he already had an answer in his heart.

At this moment.

Samuel and his group, having left the lord's castle, were walking along the main road of Sahai Town, heading toward the southern outskirts.

During their journey, local residents and soldiers of various races all bowed to him, chanting phrases like "Your Majesty" and "Hail the Emperor."

The emotions reflected in his psionic senses were mostly genuine feelings of devotion, loyalty, and reverence.

Samuel had grown accustomed to this.

To be honest, ever since his psionic powers had surged, he had been hearing countless "prayers" from his subjects.

As things stood, he would only hear more prayers and be increasingly regarded as a "god."

Samuel took a silent, deep breath.

It was difficult for him to experience intense emotional fluctuations these days.

But as his status neared divinity, besides using company regulations to limit and correct this development, Samuel had also considered harsher methods to "quell" it. However, that thought quickly passed and was dismissed.

After all, the consequences of forcibly suppressing reality had been made clear to him by both the human emperor and the primarch Lorgar Aurelian in Warhammer 40k.

The fact was, Samuel possessed inexplicable supernatural powers, and Atlas, the company he had founded, was leading humanity's development with absolute technological superiority.

So, for now, he had no better response but to accept the fact that he couldn't stop his soldiers, employees, and residents from treating him like a god.

If you can't change it, then embrace it.

At this point.

Samuel's group had already left the main road, crossed the city gates, and arrived at the open area outside the southern walls of Sahai Town.

Whoosh—whoosh—thud!

From the sky, came the rhythmic sound of massive wings flapping.

The black-scaled dragon, who called itself Nyrenhog, was carrying Dorn, Vulcan, Ahoy, Solian, and Pietro Bomir above Sahai Town.

The sight of the dragon's majestic flight, combined with the military mobilization, had drawn crowds, making the southern side of town packed with people.

Whoosh—whoosh—thud!

After circling once, the black-scaled dragon landed in the open space outside the city walls, drawing the gaze of tens of thousands of people onto Nyrenhog and Samuel.

In an instant, the entire town fell silent, and everyone wore expressions of solemnity and hope.

"Dragon Nyrenhog, at the service of the new Emperor."

The dragon's powerful and respectful voice echoed through the town.

Dorn and Vulcan, barely able to contain their excitement, quickly dismounted and hurried to their father's side, presenting him with the "rusted sword" and the "iron claw," saying in unison:

"Father!"

"Mm."

Samuel responded with a gentle smile, extending his hands to receive the sword and claw.

Boom—!

The moment his right hand gripped the sword's hilt, the rusty exterior instantly vanished, revealing a golden blade that burst into brilliant flames.

Crackle—!

When his left hand touched the iron claw, it automatically adjusted to the perfect size, fitting his fingers seamlessly. At the same time, golden lightning crackled between its sharp talons.

The appearance of the "Flame Sword" and "Lightning Claw" added an even more mysterious and awe-inspiring aura to Samuel, making him seem as though he was radiating light.

Not far away, Tina barely managed to maintain her composure as she marveled:

"Those... are the legendary weapons of the first human emperor. I never imagined they actually existed."

Samuel himself needed no reminder from the Elven Queen. He already knew that the flame sword and lightning claw he now wielded were the very weapons of the first human emperor—known as the Emperor's Sword and the Emperor's Lightning Claw.

It seemed that the emperor, who had once visited Terra, had foreseen the current situation and, fearing the dangers of using the reset skill, had left these weapons behind through a prophecy entrusted to the long-lived elves, so they could be passed on to help Samuel solve his problems.

After composing himself.

Samuel turned to face Sahai Town, using his psionic power to address the humans, elves, dwarves, and soldiers, volunteers, and civilians who had gathered there:

"Everyone, though we are not natives of Terra, we share the same blood and the same determination to protect our homeland and loved ones at all costs.

To the south lies a foul corruption that threatens Terra.

It has been ravaging for so long that even the current imperial regime has forgotten that if the borders fall, all citizens will face endless suffering and sorrow. The land and sky will become a stinking, rotting swamp, a world of eternal darkness where the sun never shines."

At this point, Samuel raised his sword, pointing it southward, and declared passionately:

"But! We are not the scum who only fight for power and pleasure!

Since you regard me as your new emperor, believing that I will lead our warriors to defeat Moido and its chaos army, then follow me, and let us bring light back to the Southern Abyss!

For Terra!"

"For Terra!!!"

The crowd's unified shout shattered the earlier silence, and their spirit echoed through the clear night sky.

"Roar—!"

As if to accompany Samuel's speech, Nyrenhog reared back and let out a deafening roar, spreading its wings, pushing the morale of the armed forces to its peak.

However, at this moment, Samuel's attention was focused on his two young sons.

Gone was the solemn image of moments ago, and he spoke not with grand words of encouragement but with the simple praise of a father:

"You two did great. It must have been tiring. Do you still have the strength to join me in the fight into the Southern Abyss?"

"Of course! I've been eager to cut off Moido's head and free our friends from this suffering!" Dorn couldn't wait.

"Me too, Father!" Vulcan echoed enthusiastically.

"Hahaha, good!"

Seeing that his sons' attitudes were steadfast, Samuel allowed himself a rare, genuine laugh.

Soon after.

In the Antarctic region of Terra.

Thick clouds and dark magic infused with chaotic psionic energy blocked the sunlight from reaching the ground.

However, scattered weak flames and a "pillar of light" stretching

 from the pole to the clouds provided some faint illumination.

The dim light came from campfires lit by orcs and cultists.

Looking down from above, their numbers seemed infinite, relying on the mutated creatures of the swamps to supplement their protein and energy needs.

There were also numerous giant egg-like tumors scattered about.

If one looked closely, they could see the pained, twisted faces of humans embedded in the tumors.

It appeared that the cultists and orcs, in following Moido's orders to expand and plunder, had captured humans and forcibly transformed them into these living-dead states, breeding the next generation of orcs or human-like "newborns."

Having received no recent orders, the cultists and orcs were in a state of waiting, either lying on soft, living mats of fungi or abusing the humans trapped in the egg-like growths.

As for the "pillar of light" at the pole, it appeared to be about a hundred meters in diameter and nearly nine thousand meters tall, emitting strange dark purple, deep blue, and pink light.

From a distance, the source of the light pillar could be seen at the bottom of a deep gorge.

Following the pillar down, the view revealed slow-flowing molten lava, with the walls of the gorge lined with countless embedded bones.

A floating island hovered above the lava and between the cliffs, where the true source of the light pillar stood—a towering castle.

This was Moido's lair, its personal domain.

At the top of the tower, in a rotting palace:

"Ahhhh!" Piercing screams echoed from every corner.

"Hahahaha!" Wild laughter followed.

Crouched figures, slender and clad only in rags, worked with crude instruments to alter human captives who were not given any anesthetics and remained fully conscious.

Some cultists forced those who had been turned into egg-like beings to consume the stillborn offspring they had just birthed.

Others unleashed their twisted imaginations, devising even more cruel and extreme methods to torment the captives.

All of their actions were aimed at pleasing the "god" sitting on the throne, hoping for the blessing of eternal life.

As for this so-called "god," it was none other than Moido, who had used the body of a royal descendant to gain free movement in the material universe.

In appearance, Moido still maintained a humanoid form, but its body was grotesquely enlarged, far bigger than even the giants living on Terra, standing at least ten meters tall.

Its dark purple armor had fused with its skin, and its helmet concealed its true face, exposing only its glowing red eyes.

Its most distinct feature was a pair of folded wings with iridescent feathers.

Yet, Moido showed no interest in the blasphemous performances of its followers.

Originally, Moido had been a demon born in the warp from the desires of sentient beings for power, immortality, and revenge—a demon that had to hide and struggle to survive.

After all, the warp was far more dangerous than the material universe.

Survival of the fittest, constant slaughter, and the absorption of other demons to strengthen oneself were the norms.

The warp itself was indeed indestructible, but apart from the beings that represented the warp's very essence, akin to gods, there was no demon that couldn't be destroyed.

So when Moido had discovered Terra in the material universe and sensed the orcs' intense desire for revenge, it began using the demons' favored method of corrupting with whispers, turning them into its most loyal followers, who fed it with emotional energy, gradually increasing its strength.

Though it had been sealed away for a time, over thousands of years, the name "Lord of Darkness" had spread across Terra.

Combined with the orcs' prolific breeding, Moido had escaped the ranks of the weak and "leveled up" to become a more powerful demon.

However, the rise of the new Emperor had recently filled Moido with fear.

The gruesome deaths of the Bloodthirster and Saru, who had been "consumed and digested," made Moido realize that the new Emperor was likely a fellow demon disguised as a human, using faith to feed on emotional energy and increase his strength.

And a very powerful one at that!

In the face of this, its instincts told it to flee immediately, but it was unwilling to abandon the hard-won Terra and return to the hellish warp to continue battling its kind.

To retreat safely or confront this Emperor in a deadly clash?

The dilemma weighed heavily on Moido, leaving it indifferent to its followers' desperate attempts to win its favor.

Suddenly!

Moido stood abruptly, its gaze fixed on the dark night sky. Hundreds of "meteors" were breaking through the clouds—

Whoosh—!

The Antarctic region under its rule was suddenly engulfed in "dawn," created by nuclear fusion, metallic hydrogen, and plasma explosions, cleansing the land of filth.

—

Rising from the abyss, up to ten thousand meters in the sky.

What appeared to be meteors were, in fact, strategic weapons dropped by Ernio 007, evenly distributed across the surface to maximize their million-ton and ten-million-ton TNT yields, completing the physical purification process.

The sky cleared once more, and for the first time in thousands of years, moonlight bathed the Antarctic continent of Terra.

As the shockwaves of the explosions gradually subsided, the combined forces of humans, elves, dwarves, and other warriors advanced swiftly from north to south toward the Southern Abyss.

Atlas's armed units, using aerial transports, had already reached the abyss and begun a full-scale purge, giving the remaining cultists and orcs no chance to breathe.

However, a small airborne squadron had dived directly into the abyss, heading for the towering castle that had survived the strategic bombardment due to its terrain.

The squadron included two Luna transports carrying Thunder Warriors and the striking figure of Nyrenhog.

And riding on the black-scaled dragon's back, wielding the Emperor's Sword and Lightning Claw, was Samuel Young—on his way to face the self-proclaimed "Lord of Darkness," Moido.

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