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I am the God-Emperor of Mankind!

"My lord, the enemy has exhibited stiff resistance against the great army of the Emperor! I suggest we afix the bayonets and charge!" said a random guardsman with a gas mask, wearing a German-esque WW1 uniform to their commissar. "What? They use this so-called "force"? Bullshit! They've clearly fallen to the will of the Chaos gods! Prepare the Exterminatus, we will bathe them with the God-Emperor's holy fire!" growled a random inquisitor aboard an Emperor-class battleship of the Imperium. "Great soldiers of our holy and benevolent God-Emperor! In front of you stands a bastion of heresy! A testament to their wrongdoings! Bring them back to the light of our great God-Emperor! Purge the heretics!" shouted a comissar before ordering the charge of millions of imperial guardsmen to the line of countless clones. "The Emperor protects!" shouted the guardsmen as they furiously charge to the lines of their enemies. ................................. "Ah shit, what's happening? Why am I sitting on this throne? Wait what in the world are those 8ft tall giants made of steel? Hoy hoy, what are they going to do with these people in front of me? Fuck am I the God-Emperor?" ................................. Vol 1- Star Wars(Completed) Vol 2- Mass Effect(Ongoing)

SomeGuyOnDarkArmor · อะนิเมะ&มังงะ
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Side Story 4

Holy Terra, somewhere on the Imperial Palace...

A big man with the height of around 12ft tall, wearing a bulky green power can be seen sitting in his office doing paperwork.

The man is of course Vulkan. Since his last meeting with Obi-Wan Kenobi he has focused not on wanting to make his father proud by micromanaging everything to the very last important point. He transitioned on macromanaging the whole war as he focused on giving all he got and not setting unrealistic goals such as a loss of life no more than a million men per world, losing no more than five battleships per fleet, and many more that's too illogical and unrealistic to even attain all the time.

He's focusing on keeping everything in this war intact as the logistics is becoming hellish each day that even those people on the administrative side of things are getting worked to almost near death as servitors are increasing in numbers with the source are those people on the newly conquered planets.

Vulkan was steadily admiring those people as when he looked at the very long list of things regarding logistics he just wanted to burn it as it's so long that if printed into paper it can go around the whole Sol star system 16 times.

Just then, a spy directly reporting to Vulkan sneakily came to his side as she whispered something regarding someone's death.

"My lord, Primarch Vulkan! "He" has fallen." whispered the spy as she sat on the shoulder of Vulkan. Vulkan just nodded as he slowly stood up from his seat. The spy didn't even list her balance as she immediately adjusted her weight and easily balanced herself in the walking Vulkan.

"I know he'll die sooner or later. Immortality truly is lonely..." said Vulkan as he looked at the window of his office as he tried to stop himself from crying.

"Where's he's buried? I would like to visit his grave and pay respects to my old friend." asked Vulkan as he wiped a teardrop that came from his left eye.

"He's not buried my lord. He's killed by Darth Vader. His body is currently being tracked down by the idle agents nearby." said the spy truthfully.

"I see, I see, gather his remains. I'll bury him myself." said Vulkan which the spy just nodded and disappeared silently. Leaving Vulkn in his office.

"Darth Vader... I'll finish what he started. I'll kill you myself..."