The restoration of the Han Dynasty began with the Horus Rebellion.

Chapter 74 The more rebellious thoughts a warrior harbors, the more loyal he becomes to the empire.

Chapter 75 The more rebellious thoughts a warrior harbors, the more loyal he becomes to the empire.

"Are you...conscious? Or have you been affected by the chaos?"

When Anglong asked this question, Liu Bei's expression suggested he had the same thought.

Just as Liu Bei had placed his hand on the hilt of his sword at his waist...

"I am very clear-headed. The rebellious Horus, the four peddlers of Chaos, and the Butcher's Nail are still my enemies. But now I have also seen one fact clearly: the birth and rise of these enemies of mankind who are about to overthrow the empire and bring devastation to the world are more or less the responsibility of the Emperor. If we do not go to Terra to overthrow them, then even if we can resolve this crisis, the human empire will sooner or later be led to an abyss once again."

Angron frowned, but he was clearly no longer as nonchalant as before;

Liu Bei hesitated, but still lowered his hand from the hilt of the sword at his waist.

"Undeniably, the Emperor brought countless blessings to the human race, and the establishment of the Empire allowed humanity to see the light again from the darkest of nights... However, acknowledging his achievements does not mean ignoring his mistakes."

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Sun Qian made no attempt to conceal his "rebellious," even "blasphemous," thoughts.

"The Emperor loves the human species more than anything, but he no longer belongs to humanity in spirit and power. Therefore, he cannot fully understand humanity, nor can he respect humanity, and he absolutely does not believe that humanity can save itself—just like when he teleported you away without explanation."

Anglong pursed his lips, knowing that Sun Qian was deliberately touching on his most vulnerable memories.

But even if it was an open scheme, Anglon had to admit that he was beginning to resonate with this eloquent man.

"It was out of this arrogance that the Emperor chose to steal the power of the Warp, creating the Primarchs and Astartes in an attempt to accelerate the redemption of humanity... This short-sightedness has led to the current disaster, but is this really the only mistake the Emperor made? I don't think so."

Perhaps in more ancient times, he also wanted to use some dangerous power, such as "secret speech," but was stopped by someone. Or perhaps he gambled correctly, giving humanity the opportunity to develop faster—but as long as he keeps gambling, he will eventually lose.

Even if he does win this gamble and humanity is freed from the threat of the warp, what if other threats arise in the future? For example, the awakening of a race slumbering from an even more ancient era? A powerful enemy from outside the Milky Way? Or perhaps time travelers traversing other multiverses?

Without a doubt, the Emperor will continue to gamble recklessly. Regardless of the consequences of losing the next gamble, one thing is certain: the greater the power, the bigger the mess he can make, and any mistake he makes will be a disaster that no other human can clean up for him.

Therefore, we must overthrow his rule and prove to him that humanity has the ability to determine its own destiny; he can protect humanity—but absolutely cannot control its development!

Sun Qian no longer concealed his extra information, but it was clear that neither of them intended to pry into his details.

Liu Bei rested his chin on his hand, lost in thought, while Anglong stared at Sun Qian for a moment before asking softly.

"If that's the case, why don't you accept His invitation?"

Sun Qian naturally knew who "He" was here, and it was obvious that Angron also had memories of when Butcher's Nail controlled his body.

"That's the problem—the reason I refused wasn't because He was the Emperor's enemy; quite the opposite, I believed He couldn't possibly defeat the Emperor..."

At this point, Sun Qian paused slightly, then said decisively.

"To put it bluntly, I think the Creator Vashtor is very likely to form a pact with the Emperor and collude with him!"

Anglong's pupils contracted slightly; clearly, with his current wisdom, free from the constraints of the Butcher's Nail, he could easily understand the meaning behind Sun Qian's words.

"While Vashtor's plan will indeed tear the Empire apart, and he might even become a new Chaos God in some way after stealing the Starlight, which represents humanity's hope, this might not be something the Emperor finds completely unacceptable. Rather than letting the Empire slowly decay and degenerate under the covert influence of Chaos, it would be better to have a Chaos God representing technology and adhering to the covenant replace the unpredictable Chaos Four, giving humanity a chance to breathe and develop!"

Of course, what Sun Qian didn't mention was the issue of the Netway Project and the Golden Throne. If Vashtor really succeeds in ascending to godhood, he might affect the Golden Throne, which contains elements of Dark Age technology.

Given the Dark Lord and other problems, compared to wiping out the entire human race, the Emperor might actually be willing to seek a relatively less dire future.

"Vashtor also has his peculiarities. He pursues the unrestrained development of technology, has no urgent need for death or human souls, and allows humanity to eke out a living and continue to develop—a condition he can completely accept. But is this truly a good ending? In a galactic arena established by the Emperor and the Creator, two slave owners, can humanity's development under their watchful eyes really have a way out?"

Sun Qian didn't even know the answer to his final question.

But clearly, some people simply cannot accept this outcome.

Boom!

Just then, the "Judgment Day" that Sun Qian had created with his memories collapsed with a crash and instantly turned into countless dust particles and disappeared. Just as he had said, it was already a great feat for a creation of fantasy to be able to fire a shot that reached the depths of Angron's consciousness.

A violent gust of wind then dispersed the dust, and the demon, flapping its wings and wielding two enormous weapons, roared as it swooped down upon them—

Boom! !

Before Sun Qian and Liu Bei could react, a dark figure leaped into the air and delivered a beautiful uppercut that struck the demon squarely in the chin!

"You're a cunning and treacherous fellow. I can tell that while there was genuine emotion in your words just now, it was mostly misleading and deceptive..."

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Even as he battled the demons in mid-air, Angron's voice remained calm and rational.

The demon angrily swung his greatsword and axe simultaneously, but Angron nimbly dodged and used the blades as leverage to move.

Then he seized the opportunity to grab the demon's tail, roared, and hurled it through the air, throwing it back into the enormous arena!

"However, it's obvious that my self-proclaimed emperor father wouldn't like someone like you. Letting you live and cause him more trouble might actually be a good thing."

After landing, Anglong turned to look at Sun Qian, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. But before Sun Qian could see whether it was a smile or not, Anglong had already rushed into the arena like lightning.

Sun Qian breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to follow, Liu Bei grabbed his arm.

"Kung-Yu, are you... still loyal?"

"Of course, Uncle Liu, but in my opinion, it's like the more people a doctor dies from treating illness, the more skilled he is."

After staring at Liu Bei for several seconds, Sun Qian revealed a calm smile.

"The more rebellious thoughts a warrior has, the more loyal he may be to the empire."

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