Guilliman's deification did not take Zeke long; soon, Guilliman was pulled down from the throne of eternity by Zeke.
The next moment, Guilliman heard the command he expected.
"Then, the matters of the four universes are entrusted to you, Guilliman? Your father and I will first deal with the Chaos Gods for you. Remember to integrate them as much as possible."
"As for the channel issues, don't worry, the stargates will connect the two galaxies together, and there won't be too much trouble."
After instructing Guilliman on this matter, Zeke waved his hand and sent Guilliman back out of the Warp.
Although he had returned to the long-lost real universe once again, Guilliman was not happy at all; his face was full of distress.
Even though he had been strengthened so much, and theoretically, dealing with these matters was no longer an issue, who would want to go to work if they could just enjoy life?
However, since things had reached this point, it was not a matter of whether he wanted to or not; as a Primarch of the Imperium, he had to shoulder his responsibilities.
"I have my own responsibilities. Unlike my brothers, I can help my father; I can help Zeke!"
The distressed Guilliman could only comfort himself in this way, then composed himself and walked towards the palace.
When the sky falls, there must always be a tall person to hold it up, and he, Guilliman, was that tall person.
If he didn't step up, it was conceivable that the humans of the four galaxies would not live good lives, and this was not what the responsible Guilliman wanted to see.
Zeke watched Guilliman fulfill his duties in the Warp, nodded involuntarily, and turned to praise the Emperor.
"Among the sons you bore, the one I think most highly of is Guilliman. He is definitely one of the best, capable of shouldering his responsibilities, though he is a bit too tired."
"After these Chaos Gods are dealt with and you can stand up, you should go talk to Sanguinius and have him help Guilliman too."
After all, he was the first Primarch Zeke had met, so Zeke was still thinking of Guilliman and planned to have Sanguinius help him.
Upon hearing this, the Emperor did not refuse; instead, he nodded in agreement.
Having successfully ascended to godhood and no longer under any pressure, his humanity was now full, and his gaze towards Guilliman's retreating figure was filled with heartache.
Having spent a long time with Zeke, and even having asked Zeke's parents how to be a parent, the Emperor now also had the feeling of being a father.
"Alright, we'll talk about Guilliman's matters later. It's time to deal with these twelve fellows first."
"These twelve fellows must be dealt with, otherwise, the Warp will remain chaotic, which is of no benefit to us. I want the Imperium of Man to become a true interstellar civilization."
With that, Zeke took a step and appeared before the twelve Chaos Gods.
And upon seeing Zeke's appearance, Tzeentch and the others knew that their final end was approaching.
Only four of their twelve Chaos Gods could remain; the other eight would surely be killed.
The Chaos Gods were not worried that Zeke would directly destroy them at this moment, as they represented a portion of the galaxy's authority. If they were gone, the galaxy would be somewhat incomplete.
If the Terran Dominion arrived, Tzeentch and the others believed that Zeke would definitely have a way to deal with them without harming this galaxy and universe, but now... now they were certain Zeke did not yet have that ability, otherwise, based on everything they had done before, they would have been destroyed long ago.
So when Zeke appeared before them, all twelve Chaos Gods bowed their heads humbly, praying that they would be allowed to remain.
The Chaos Gods from the other two galaxies didn't know what to pray for and prayed randomly, but the four students from Zeke's galaxy knew how to pray.
Khorne, Tzeentch, Nurgle, and Slaanesh, the four Chaos Gods, kept chanting, "Zeke bless, Zeke bless, bless me so I can be chosen by Zeke and not die directly."
As beings of Chaos God level, their prayers naturally reached Zeke's ears. Zeke, who was about to deal with these twelve fellows, almost stumbled upon hearing these off-key prayers.
He now had a feeling of being utterly dumbfounded; these fellows were truly a bit too absurd.
They were actually praying to him like this... In any case, Zeke was indeed speechless by these four fellows, but their actions did attract Zeke's attention.
Looking at the twelve Chaos Gods before him, Zeke was also pondering how to resolve them, and the Emperor slowly walked to his side.
"Have you decided which four to keep? We can eliminate eight here."
"No, I haven't decided which eight to kill yet." Zeke shook his head helplessly, but the next moment, he suddenly seemed to have thought of something and said to the Emperor.
"What do you think is the reason these Chaos Gods were born? If we strip away all the negative energy and emotions from them, is it possible for them to become benevolent gods?"
The main reason Zeke proposed such an idea was for Guilliman's sake.
Even with Sanguinius helping Guilliman, it was still the matter of four galaxies, which was quite a lot.
If these Chaos Gods could be purified at this time and transformed into beings that could help Guilliman, would the situation not be better?
At least it could share some of the responsibilities for Guilliman, right?
Upon hearing this, the Emperor merely shook his head.
He had no idea how to deal with this.
"Only you might know about this, but since you can directly suppress my Dark King godhead, then those four fellows should also be possible."
"Okay, if that's the case, then I know which eight fellows to deal with first." After much thought, Zeke made his choice.
The next moment, the attack of the brilliant-class battleship arrived instantly, and the four Chaos Gods from the other two galaxies were directly obliterated, leaving only their brilliant essence.
The fragrant essence emitted an infinite allure, attracting the Chaos Gods from Zeke's galaxy.
But faced with such a situation, Tzeentch and the others dared not move; they only dared to stay put obediently.
The sight of 41 brilliant-class battleships firing was truly terrifying; eight Chaos Gods, just like them, were reduced to ashes the moment they were touched.
With such an attack, if they were to run and touch those essences, they would not get away unscathed.
"The outcome is already clear. You four have succeeded. Your begging was foolish, but after all, we met first, so you have the right to live."
"As the saying goes, a single yang does not last long. I can still allow you to exist, but stay obediently in the Warp and do not do things that will affect humanity."
"When I find a way to deal with you, I will naturally come for you, understand?"
Zeke said these words to the Chaos Gods, and the Chaos Gods nodded hastily.
"Understand, understand, understood!"
"Alright, The Emperor should leave now. Go spend time with your sons and fulfill Guilliman's dream. Think about having a meal on Macragge."
"As for me, I've finally resolved all these matters. I'm going to find my parents now and get some good rest."
"When I feel I've rested enough and my mood is good, we can go together to the Galactic Rim and take a look."
"It's necessary to figure out what's going on with these Tyranid Swarm. Their attacks are too strong, and the burden is a bit too heavy."
After saying this, Zeke didn't wait for the Emperor's reply. Instead, he simply traveled through the Warp on his own.
This series of events finally came to an end.
The Emperor, however, was stunned in place. He was currently thinking about what Zeke had told him: to go to Macragge and have a meal with Guilliman and the others.
Was it to fulfill one of Guilliman's wishes?
The Emperor, of course, knew what Guilliman's wish was.
Guilliman's wish was for all of them, including all of Guilliman's brothers, to have a meal together on Macragge.
This wish could be said to be very simple... "Perhaps Zeke is right, I should go and gather with my sons."
Zeke's preparation to reunite with his parents gave the Emperor more enlightenment. He bowed in the direction Zeke had left.
There was no other meaning, just pure gratitude. He was grateful for everything Zeke had done for him.
Because when Zeke left, he had already seen his sons; except for the two who had completely disappeared, all his sons had now been resurrected.
Guilliman's dream, up to this point, had basically been realized, except for him personally.
The Emperor's gratitude was naturally inexpressible, and he also chose to leave the Warp.
When the Emperor's figure appeared before Guilliman, all the Primarchs were astonished.
All the Primarchs had been pulled to Macragge by an unknown force.
If they hadn't been able to feel that the person who directly pulled them here was Guilliman, and Guilliman himself was also utterly bewildered, they would have suspected it was Guilliman's conspiracy.
Although they believed Guilliman should be loyal, wasn't Horus a staunch loyalist before the Horus Heresy?
The Primarchs could all feel the aura on Guilliman, which was far stronger than theirs. More importantly, Guilliman was now the Imperial Regent.
He controlled four quadrants of the galaxy and had Zeke's trust.
Humanity's truly powerful armies were currently fighting at the Galactic Rim. If Guilliman were to start a rebellion at this time, he undoubtedly had the capital and ability to do so.
Precisely because of this, if it weren't for the guiding aura of Zeke's power, the Lion would have immediately prepared to seize his brother.
Of course, compared to his brothers, Guilliman could be said to be even more bewildered. He had just sat down, preparing to handle government affairs on Terra.
The next second, he inexplicably appeared on Macragge. How utterly bewildered was that?
Beyond that, more importantly, he was very familiar with this place. Wasn't this his secret underground chamber on Macragge?
Don't think that just because the table was full of food, he wouldn't recognize it.
Guilliman was very clear about his own masterpiece; he recognized it instantly.
Just as Guilliman was still somewhat bewildered, the Emperor also appeared at the head of the table. The moment he saw the Emperor, Guilliman looked at his brothers and suddenly understood.
"Father, did Uncle Zhou do all of this?"
"Are you here to have dinner with us?"
Guilliman subconsciously glanced at the time; it was currently night on Macragge.
Guilliman's words and the Emperor's appearance interrupted his brothers, especially the Lion.
Angels and others were well aware of Guilliman's wish. Looking at the current arrangements and their respective positions, they suddenly seemed to understand something as well.
Subsequently, almost all the Primarchs immediately turned their heads to look at the Emperor, hoping to hear a definitive affirmative answer from the Emperor's lips.
Even the Lion, who considered loyalty his best reward, acted similarly.
Loyalty was the best reward, the best commendation and prize, but this did not mean that the Lion did not long for the Emperor to sit and eat with them.
The Emperor's gaze swept over his sons. He could see the longing and hope in their hearts.
"Of course, my children, I am here to have this meal with you."
The Emperor's words echoed in the ears of all the Primarchs.
This matter was done by Zeke. Precisely because it was known that Zeke had arranged it, the Primarchs had held great hope, but he was still afraid that his father would refuse.
Therefore, the moment the Emperor agreed, Guilliman's heart was so excited it almost burst out of his chest.
Not only Guilliman, but others felt the same, and the most excited was Horus.
However, after his excitement, he walked forward with some guilt, approached the Emperor, and knelt directly on both knees.
"Father, I apologize to you. If it weren't for me, this series of events that followed would not have happened. It's all my fault; I failed to resist the seduction of the Chaos Gods. I lost to them."
Horus was resurrected by Zeke. The one Zeke resurrected was naturally Warmaster Horus, not Chaos Horus.
After talking with his brothers and learning about everything that had happened to the Imperium after his rebellion, Horus was filled with self-reproach.
He had personally killed his brothers. Although his brothers had expressed understanding for all of this, Horus still felt deeply guilty.
Therefore, when the Emperor agreed to have a meal with them, Horus could no longer hold back. He walked to the Emperor and knelt heavily before him.
Magnus, who had also realized his mistakes, did the same. He, too, stepped forward and knelt before the Emperor.
"I also made a mistake. If I hadn't broken the Edict of Nikaea, if I hadn't broken the Webway, then Horus's rebellion would not have caused such a great impact."
Magnus's behavior before and after the rebellion could be said to be vastly different.
However, from the point where he broke the Webway to inform the Emperor, he was actually a genuine loyalist; it's just that the process of the rebellion was a bit absurd.
After Zeke's personal intervention, Magnus naturally returned to normal, and the normal him also understood the magnitude of the mistakes he had made.
He and Horus knelt before the Emperor together, repenting their errors.
The Emperor and his children were happily advising each other.
Zeke's gaze had not left them since they began their gathering.
It wasn't until he saw them harmoniously sitting down to enjoy dinner that Zeke finally refocused his attention on his parents in front of him.
Alright, for now, he didn't need to worry about The Emperor's problem; he could enjoy his own life... Although the Galactic Rim was still turbulent, and the Tyranid Swarm surged like a tide, with the combined power of four galaxies, humanity's industrial production capacity had also begun to ramp up.
The Necrons fleets from four entire galaxies, coupled with the Imperium of Man's resources, provided humanity with a vast number of armies.
After the arrival of a large number of reinforcements, the battle at the Galactic Rim had gradually begun to shift in favor of humanity and the Necrons, and the situation on the battlefield had once again returned to a dominant position.
Since the overall situation had taken such a turn, Zeke could naturally begin to rest peacefully for a period of time.
And this rest lasted for five years—
Five years brought many changes to the Imperium of Man, but the most important change was not to the Imperium of Man itself, but the commissioning of a new type of battleship.
The Black Hole-class battleship, Endless Abyss, was officially incorporated into the Terran Dominion's fleet combat order!
The Endless Abyss Black Hole-class battleship, in its very essence, was like a black hole, capable of devouring an infinite amount of energy, even coffins would be directly swallowed whole by it.
Due to its immense mass, this granted the Black Hole-class battleship extreme speed.
To construct a Black Hole-class battleship, an entire black hole had to be sacrificed; the entire black hole would be compressed by scientists and manufactured into a qualified battleship.
Unlike other battleships that require crew members,
the Black Hole-class battleship does not require any crew; it is entirely controlled by AI, because black holes are fundamentally unsuitable for human survival.
Instead of going through the trouble of creating a habitable environment for humans inside the Black Hole-class battleship, it was simply made into an intelligent battleship.
It was precisely this idea from the scientists that made the Emperor, who was enjoying his retirement with his sons, sit up in his deathbed in shock.
The Emperor, who had experienced the Men of Iron Rebellion, was completely terrified by the Black Hole-class battleship, Abyss.
The combat power of a Black Hole-class battleship far exceeded that of an ordinary moon of war, and even surpassed that of a Stellar-class battleship.
Out of concern for the Tyranid Swarm, humanity did not construct Stellar-class battleships; instead, they directly began manufacturing Black Hole-class battleships.
There was no other way; Black Hole-class battleships had an advantage: they would devour all biomass, which could further restrain the Tyranid Swarm.
More importantly, the matter devoured by the Black Hole-class battleship would also be repurposed into a large amount of resources, supplied to the Terran Dominion's Legions.
But precisely because of this, the Black Hole-class battleship's combat power against the Tyranid Swarm even surpassed the brilliant-class battleship in Zeke's hands.
No matter how powerful a brilliant-class battleship was, it was still just an ordinary battleship; although it was an active battleship of the Terran Dominion, the Black Hole-class battleship's sheer size was undeniable... that thing was a black hole! Upon hearing this news, the Emperor, who already harbored fear of iron man intelligence, immediately arrived at Zeke's doorstep.
Out of respect for Zeke, Neos did not directly appear inside Zeke's room, but he still personally appeared at the door and knocked.
Zeke's mother, Zhou Xin, opened the door, and when she saw the Emperor, she suddenly felt her brain freeze.
"Your Majesty the Emperor?"
"Why have you come here? You're looking for Zeke, aren't you? Shall I call that brat out for you?"
Zeke's parents, after all, had also enjoyed the Emperor's glory, so they still held great respect for him.
This fellow was indeed terrible to his own children, but he had served humanity well, and he had been especially good to the Yaeger House.
"No, no need, Auntie. I'll just wait here. Could you please tell Zeke that I have something to discuss with him?"
Although in terms of status, Zeke's parents were also his subjects and had received his great favor, these two were Zeke's parents.
The Emperor, without even thinking, immediately addressed her as 'Auntie'.
Zhou Xin paused for two seconds before reacting, then quickly stepped aside: "Your Majesty, please come in quickly. How could I make you wait at the door? Ping'an just finished playing chess with his dad and is currently playing e-sports in his room. I'll go call him now."
The Emperor, in his casual clothes, shed the sternness of war, revealing a gentler demeanor. He waved his hand.
"No rush, Auntie. I'll go myself; it's also a good chance to see your house." With that, he walked along the corridor towards the courtyard."
Seeing the Emperor walk in himself, Zhou Xin said nothing more, choosing instead to go about her own business.
No matter what, the Emperor was the Emperor.
All the education and influences she had received before meant Zhou Xin naturally couldn't treat the Emperor like an ordinary person.
And more importantly, Neos had opened his mouth with "Auntie."
This "Auntie" could be said to have completely stunned Zeke's mother.
Think about it, how old was the Emperor? For him to call her "Auntie," how old would that make her?
Yet, her age was not even as great as the Emperor's, which was truly too awkward.
To avoid such an incredibly awkward situation from continuing, Zeke's mother naturally wouldn't continue to guide the Emperor; it was perfectly fine for him to walk in by himself.
The Emperor, however, hadn't thought of any of this; he simply slowly walked into Zeke's room.
Unlike the scene of his retirement, Zeke's house was filled with various high-tech devices.
All sorts of high-end service facilities left him utterly dumbfounded. He walked and explored, walked and explored, until after a long time, he finally found Zeke playing games in his e-sports room.
It was an e-sports gaming room.
When the Emperor saw Zeke playing games in the gaming room, he couldn't take his eyes off him.
His gaze was fixed on the game Zeke was playing. He completely forgot that he had come to see Zeke about the Black Hole-class battleship and immediately sat down.
Zeke, who was playing the game, merely glanced at the Emperor, then moved his butt over, choosing to play with him.
What else could he do? Playing games, of course, is more fun together. Neos rarely came over, so they might as well play games together.
Once they started playing, they played oblivious to everything, only finishing the game on the third day.
"By the way, Neos, did you come to see me for something? I don't believe you just came to play games with me?"
After finishing the game, Zeke picked up a bottle of water, took a small sip, and asked.
Zeke's question made the Emperor suddenly remember why he came to Zeke in the first place; he wasn't here to play games.
"Right, right, I came to you for something important."
The Emperor organized his thoughts before speaking.
"I think it's necessary for you to improve the configuration of the Black Hole-class battleship, Abyss. There isn't a single human on it; it's entirely controlled by AI, and I find that to be quite unsafe."
If it were any other battleship, a regular battleship using AI, the Emperor naturally wouldn't say anything, as many Terran Dominion battleships are controlled by intelligent AI.
But the Black Hole-class battleship, Abyss, was a unique existence. Even if he had now become the Dark King, he would never be its opponent if he acted alone.
If this thing were to rebel, it could very likely repeat the tragedy of the Men of Iron Rebellion.
"You're worried about a Men of Iron Rebellion, aren't you?"
"I say, The Emperor, stop worrying about these pointless things.
What's the use of worrying about it? The nature of the Black Hole-class battleship dictates that it simply cannot have a crew like conventional battleships."
"This type of battleship is also the most suitable for dealing with the Tyranid Swarm. Are we to abandon such a potent weapon against the Tyranid Swarm?"
"It's just an AI rebellion; what's the big deal? If it happens, we'll just suppress it, won't we? You've become the Dark King now, so don't lose even that much confidence."
Zeke reached out and patted the Emperor's shoulder, explaining his thoughts to him.
"What are you talking about? I'm not worried about being unable to suppress these rebellions. It's just that we're already facing such a powerful enemy as the Tyranid Swarm; if a rebellion occurs, wouldn't that just be adding insult to injury?"
The Emperor's concerns were naturally valid, but Zeke indicated he wasn't listening.
"Then what do you suggest we do? How about I show you the battleships we can currently build, and you can see what you plan to build?"
With that, Zeke once again brought out two more powerful fleet flagships, in addition to the Black Hole-class battleship.
Singularity Eternity-class battleship
The Singularity Eternity-class battleship is powered by two Level 4 singularities and equipped with various weapons. Its attacks can easily obliterate black holes, making it a causality-level battleship.
This type of battleship can even nullify the opponent's causality attacks, only allowing victory to be decided by the most primitive method of giant ships and cannons.
More importantly, due to being equipped with two Level 4 singularities, its energy is almost infinite, and its attacks are terrifyingly powerful.
Because its shield is powered by a Level 4 singularity, it is virtually infinite. Unless both Level 4 singularities can be struck in a single blow, the battleship's shield will not suffer any damage.
And the main cannon's attack is even more astonishing, capable of easily destroying an area larger than four star systems.
Even a Black Hole-class battleship is just a single volley in front of the Eternity Singularity.
The appearance of the Singularity Eternity-class battleship instantly made The Emperor close his mouth.
Looking at such a powerful weapon, The Emperor definitely couldn't say he wasn't tempted, but when he saw the maintenance cost of the Eternity Singularity, he silently closed his mouth again.
That was a massive war expenditure. Such a powerful battleship was naturally not easy to maintain.
First, the cost of manufacturing a battleship of this class is equivalent to the total resources produced by four galaxies over 50 years, and there can be no consumption of any kind.
At this time, the Imperium of Man is constantly consuming various resources. If humanity were to produce this amount of resources, this Eternity Singularity battleship would require at least 1,000 years to accumulate the resources.
This kind of battleship is a wonder in itself.
To shut The Emperor up, Zeke directly brought out the Terran Dominion's current flagship unit.
The causality weapons equipped on it were even more astonishingly powerful. Besides the most primitive weapon that could reduce an opponent to two dimensions, it had every other type of causality weapon imaginable.
It can only be said that for such a powerful weapon, the Imperium of Man's production capacity to accumulate these resources within 1,000 years is already impressive.
If it were the abstract Imperium of Man from before, even 100,000 years wouldn't be enough for them to produce it.
And this was just the manufacturing price; the maintenance price was even more astonishing.
Roughly, to maintain this battleship, it would require consuming all the material produced by one galaxy annually. This price is also quite movingly expensive.
Compared to the combat power displayed by the Eternity Singularity, which can directly clear an area the size of several planets with a single shot, The Emperor felt it was entirely unnecessary. The Imperium of Man had not yet encountered such a terrifying enemy; even for The Great Devourer, such a terrifying weapon would not be needed.
An area the size of several star systems being directly cleared is roughly an area of nearly 20 light-years in diameter.
If an attack of this level hit the Tyranid Swarm, the bugs would cry out in pain.
Looking at the Eternity Singularity in front of him, The Emperor silently pushed the document back to Zeke.
Then his gaze focused on the Eternity Heavenly Pagoda.
Eternity Heavenly Pagoda Starship.
The first priority in manufacturing a battleship of this class is to use the galactic core of a galaxy as the central core of the Eternity Heavenly Pagoda.
The moment he saw this string of words, The Emperor gave up his dream of manufacturing a new type of battleship.
Of the two battleships Zeke brought out, which one could the current Imperium of Man afford?
So, after looking at them, The Emperor had to admit that the Black Hole-class battleship was perhaps the most suitable battleship for the Imperium of Man at this time.
The Eternity Heavenly Pagoda and the Eternity Singularity-class battleship, both of these battleships are quite suitable for dealing with the Tyranid Swarm, but unfortunately, both of these things are prohibitively expensive and cannot be manufactured by the Imperium of Man currently.
"Alright, I understand," The Emperor's tone was slightly dejected.
But his dejection lasted only for a short while. The next second, he regained his spirit.
"Old Zhou, is there a possibility that we don't need to pursue such powerful battleships? We can improve the current Imperial battleships!"
"Don't you think it's too wasteful that so many Imperial battleships have been decommissioned? How about we get some scientists together to design and then modify them to become more suitable battleships?"
The idea of making Zeke come up with something to counter the Black Hole battleship failed, but The Emperor also realized his poverty at this moment.
Poverty always makes people grow. Knowing his poverty, The Emperor immediately became frugal.
He remembered the batch of battleships that had been eliminated by the Empire. How many battleships were there? It would be too wasteful to just eliminate them.
Is there a possibility that after some modifications, they could still be used? Saving a little is better than nothing.