In orbit.
On the orac deck.
"Wait, you don't need to go. Lord Sith will take his Custodes."
Facing the Word Bearers who strongly demanded to be the vanguard for Sith to atone for their sins, Van Roth casually refused them.
As he spoke, he glanced at the silently waiting 101s and inwardly breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Although only one orac had arrived in time, the 101s serving as Sith's Custodes within the orac had also made it.
Apart from the twenty 101s left for Leontus, Sith had brought a powerful force to 30K besides the orac.
That was his Black Gold Custodes.
The Word Bearers cautiously looked over at the Custodes mentioned by Van Roth.
To be honest, while the overall strength of the Imperium in 30K completely overwhelms 40K, individual combat prowess truly doesn't match the dog-eat-dog 40K, let alone Cawl's Primaris Conversion upgrades.
And now, these Apocalypse veterans who have fought through the chaotic battles of 40K not only have Primaris Conversion but also Sith's amplified gene-seed.
Against these Word Bearers, it truly forms a one-sided crushing like a father beating his son.
At this moment, the Word Bearers merely glanced cautiously at these Black Gold Custodes. Even though the Custodes didn't turn their gaze toward them, it made the Word Bearers tremble inwardly and quickly avert their eyes.
"Lord Van Roth, we are ready."
Without wearing a helmet, a 101 captain spoke to Van Roth.
Although Van Roth was very polite to every 101, he was even more courteous to this 'Sith Champion' who stood out among the 101s.
"Captain Vulkan, wait a moment. Lord Sith will soon head to the surface."
Van Roth exchanged pleasantries, while Vulkan showed no extra expression, merely nodding lightly to acknowledge before turning and quietly returning to his position.
Only Van Roth, with a slight inner discomfort, turned and walked toward the bridge.
At the same time, he inwardly sighed helplessly about these Astartes who received Sith's gene-seed, thinking they truly follow their gene-father.
Lord Sith is a man of few words, and these 101s are also each tight-lipped.
It feels like they'd rather wield blades and kill than speak.
Soon, Van Roth arrived at the bridge and respectfully addressed Sith, who was putting on his equipment:
"My lord, Vulkan and the others are ready."
Sith slung the red sword at his waist, grunted in acknowledgment, and Van Roth continued:
"Should we arrange a Transport?"
"Or perhaps start with a round of artillery suppression?"
Sith secured the black gun as well and calmly shook his head:
"No need. For the Word Bearers, we must descend to the surface in a way they can accept."
A way the Word Bearers can accept?
Van Roth was stunned, then realized, watching as divine light began to emanate from Sith's body, his eyes widening in disbelief.
Sith, accompanied by the Black Gold Custodes, descended to the surface in a divine form, teleporting before the astonished eyes of both the Word Bearers on the deck and those on the ground!
The ground Word Bearers, whether of the Rebel Faction or the Loyalist Faction, all froze in place, staring dumbfounded at Sith before them.
Although his appearance differed somewhat, the Imperator Somnium in orbit and the affinity divine power emanating from the human essence level all proclaimed that the power radiating from this person was precisely human divine power.
And since it was divine power, naturally, this was the true human god the Word Bearers had been desperately seeking!
But looking at the radiant Sith before them and the Black Gold Custodes behind him.
The two factions of Word Bearers cast completely different gazes toward the other side.
The Loyalist Word Bearers, after a brief moment of shock, widened their eyes instantly, bloodshot, filled with fierce determination as if great vengeance was at hand.
Meanwhile, the other faction of traitors stared dumbly at the equally stunned Erebus in the projection, their eyes burning with fury at having been deceived.
"Didn't you say..."
"...he wasn't a god?"
Everyone thought Sith was the Emperor, but Erebus, even through the projection, couldn't help trembling. Under the fierce gaze of the Word Bearers, he gritted his teeth and insisted:
"He is not the False Emperor!"
The Word Bearers were taken aback, then looked back at Sith. Indeed, his face was vastly different.
But if not the Emperor, what explained this divine power from the human essence?
Confusion arose among them, even some wariness.
Behind, Vulkan and the other 101s, seeing these traitors daring to show hostility toward their gene-father, directly raised their power halberds.
Ready to cut them down first and ask questions later.
Only Sith, facing the confused and wary Word Bearers, glanced at Erebus. Thinking of what he was about to say next, he couldn't help but curl the corner of his mouth upward.
Without refuting, Sith openly admitted:
"Correct, I am not the Emperor."
The crowd was stunned, even Vulkan and the 101s slightly taken aback. Shouldn't he impersonate the Emperor to rally the Word Bearers at this moment?
The Word Bearers' faces showed unprocessed confusion. Although their earlier doubt was confirmed, an even greater puzzlement emerged.
"You're not the Emperor? Then who are you?"
The Word Bearers stared blankly at Sith, radiating human essence divine power, and received what they considered the most reasonable and acceptable answer in Sith's next sentence.
"I am not the Emperor."
"I am a god!"
Erebus: "???"
Word Bearers: "!!!"
...
Without a fight, under the immense remorse and fury of the company commanders and Word Bearers who had personally slaughtered many Mortals, they frantically cursed Erebus while committing suicide in front of Sith to atone.
This agricultural world secretly controlled by the Word Bearers became Sith's first foothold after arriving in 30K.
The Word Bearers devoutly prostrated themselves before Sith in worship. Van Roth, helplessly watching Sith provide the optimal solution for the Word Bearers, felt that a different approach indeed made a difference.
Claiming to be the Emperor wasn't as direct as plainly declaring oneself a god!
While Van Roth busied himself gathering supplies and reorganizing the Word Bearers, he saw Sith sitting on a distant pastoral hillside, gazing into the void above.
At this moment, Sith wasn't trying to look cool but was genuinely surveying the 30K galaxy before him.
Simultaneously, he clenched his fist slightly. His body, which should have recovered a hundredfold, cracked easily under the exaggerated divine power within after a gentle squeeze.
Although the cracked body instantly healed, appearing no different outwardly, this meant Sith's injuries had not actually recovered!
"This ancient artifact actually has the function of correcting spacetime?"
Currently, Sith's body was covered by the artifact power from traversing the spacetime tunnel. This power caused no harm but completely fixed Sith in the state before arriving in 30K, hoping to minimize his interaction with the current timeline.
This not only prevented Sith from normally recovering his body but also meant he didn't exist in 30K at all.
"But fortunately, in this state, although I've become a 30K undocumented entity, it also means those Warp entities can't find me."
Otherwise, with those chaos gods spanning time dimensions, who knows what trouble they might stir up given this opportunity?
Yes, the Warp gods of the Warhammer universe can freely traverse spacetime and even multiverses.
So although Sith arrived in 30K, the chaos gods were still the same old ones, familiar with Sith to the extreme.
And the best part of not being discovered was also because of one thing Sith had been pondering since arriving here.
Without chaos god interference, if he changed history in 30K, would 40K change accordingly?
For example, The Great Rebellion...
Never having occurred?
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