Chapter 247 Ron: Sorry, God Emperor, I Can’t Stay with You

The real body...

Ron sighed: "I almost forgot, I'm still squatting in the Blackstone toilet."

During this period of time, he has been controlling the clone to move outside.

The real body is trapped in the Blackstone throne.

Now that the demons have been cleared, the pressure on the throne has been greatly reduced, and he can get up at any time.

The problem is that Ron can't do this.

Once he comes out, the Blackstone Gate will be closed, and it is more likely to get out of control.

But if he doesn't come out, how can he go to Macragge?

No, after he comes out, no one will control the Blackstone Gate, and there is no way to go to Macragge.

"Oh my god, it's a dead loop!"

Ron was a little annoyed. Why are there so many troubles?

If this world remains peaceful and there are no messy chaos things, how great it would be.

He can be a local emperor who lives a life of drunkenness and dreams.

He flipped through the progress file of the Blackstone Throne Improvement Plan and found that the progress of the plan was touching.

He has been stuck in media technology for half a year.

If this goes on, he might miss Guilliman's resurrection battle, causing the situation to get out of control.

What's worse is that he will have to stay in the Blackstone Throne for a long time in the future, serving as a human-shaped traffic command system.

It must be said that the Emperor of God was really willing to take risks back then.

He didn't act like a good Lord of Humanity, but handed over political power and legions to his subordinates, and lived in seclusion underground to build the Golden Throne.

He voluntarily transformed into a high-speed channel command system for humans.

He is simply the ultimate saint of mankind...

Anyway, Ron can't do it.

His original body has been in the Blackstone Throne for more than two years, and he is extremely eager to see the light of day again.

Have a good time.

After all, no matter how good a clone is, it is not a real body, and it is almost the same as a robot controlled by consciousness.

"Time waits for no one, and the research speed of the improvement plan must be accelerated!"

Ron gave an order.

Let the relevant research institutes temporarily put other projects on hold and devote all their energy to the Blackstone Throne improvement plan.

However, at such a critical moment, the person in charge of the project disappeared.

Ron grabbed a technical priest and gritted his teeth: "Where is he? Where did that black-hearted oil man go?"

The bald technical priest trembled:

"The wise... the wise man went out to find inspiration, with those green-skinned aliens..."

It turned out that the oil man Kohl mixed with the green-skinned technical master, and somehow ran to the depths of the webway.

Fortunately, Ron controlled the green-skin network and could remotely command those green-skinned orcs.

Otherwise, with the complexity of the webway and the interference of communication, it would be difficult to find people in a short time.

Soon, the greenskins caught Kohl back.

It is said that Kohl took the green-skinned technical masters to a certain webway ruins and planned to build a fuel drink brewing base.

The environment there is more suitable for the fermentation of fuel drinks.

In addition, they did a lot of ridiculous things and depressed the local chaos monsters.

Almost a group of crazy escapes caused a lot of chaos in the construction work.

Ron, who received the report, was so angry that he laughed.

He immediately ordered that Kohl and his friends, the green-skinned tech masters, be locked up in the mechanical black room.

They were not allowed to come out until the throne improvement plan was completed.

Afterwards, he also specially asked someone to evaluate the behavior patterns and psychological states of some green-skinned tech masters.

Ron did not distrust those green-skinned tech masters, but was worried that Kohl, the black-hearted oil man, would lead them astray!

...

Subspace.

The energy of chaos surged.

The light of the golden sun still enveloped this place, and the sacred light was so reassuring.

"I have to say, it's great to have a big thigh to hug!"

Ron's consciousness was attached to the little sun, and he couldn't help but sigh when he saw this scene.

Ka——

The space in front of the little sun twisted and broke, and several mechanical ducts came in, greedily absorbing energy.

Now there are more than ten mechanical ducts around the little sun and the golden sun.

In particular, there is an oversized mechanical duct next to the golden sun that is sucking fiercely.

The mechanical conduit connected to the secret base, absorbing the energy of the Emperor to make the sacred urn bomb.

As the mechanical conduit was running, the little sun suddenly vibrated violently, bouncing left and right, as if struggling.

The golden sun noticed something strange, and the spread of the energy tide became stronger.

He sent out a psychic wave, asking what was going on.

Soon, the little sun responded: "Sorry, old man, the Emperor, I can't stay with you..."

? ? ?

The golden sun trembled, as if it was accumulating power.

"Oh no, it's the psychic big bastard!"

Seeing the changes in the golden sun, Ron regretted it a little. He shouldn't have been so naughty.

He quickly controlled the little sun to apologize and admit his defeat, and then told the Emperor about the situation of the Black Stone Gate network.

At present, the webway has fallen into Ron's control, and is being explored and constructed step by step.

The Blackstone Throne Improvement Plan has also made a breakthrough.

Kawl and the green-skinned technical masters stayed in the mechanical black room for several months and conquered the most critical media technology.

Now he is trying to separate his body from the Blackstone Throne.

That means that if this experiment succeeds, he can get rid of that damn Blackstone toilet!

It's just that he almost got too happy and sad.

Bang——

The energy tide of the golden sun erupted like a volcano, releasing an unparalleled terrifying force, causing the surrounding space to tremble.

This terrible energy fluctuation even spread to the distant unknown area, stirring up ripples there.

It made those chaotic beings feel suspicious.

For this reason, they even postponed some plans. It was related to the cursed, so they had to be cautious.

Wait and see.

Hiss~

Looking at the violently vibrating golden sun that continuously radiated energy, Ron was a little confused.

Was the old God Emperor too excited?

Admittedly, the recovery of the webway was indeed exciting, but he shouldn't be so happy, right?

He was even more excited than him.

Could it be that the Blackstone Throne Improvement Plan gave the God Emperor hope of escaping the predicament?

Just now, Ron sent the data of the Blackstone Throne Improvement Plan to the God Emperor through psychic messages.

At the same time, he vowed that if there was a chance in the future, he would help him escape the predicament so that he could retire.

There was no way, the technology was relatively crude, and the premise of using it was to first eliminate the demons attacking the entrance of the webway.

The demon tide on the Golden Throne was simply endless, and he was not able to stop it now.

Soon, the golden sun returned to calm and motionless.

Ron controlled the little sun and asked a few more questions, but did not get any response.

Why did he suddenly ignore me again? I don't understand, I really don't understand...

"Forget it, I'll ask him next time..."

Ron adjusted the position of the little sun.

It brought it closer to the mechanical conduit, and then happily logged off and returned to the real world.

After he logged off for a while, the golden sun recovered, and a hint of joy was slightly revealed in the energy fluctuations.

In fact, what Ron didn't know was that the Emperor of God was a little autistic after being excited just now.

That kid had managed the webway so smoothly and was about to be free.

This man who fell from the sky was a little doubtful of his ability.

Soon, the golden sun calmed down and cast his eyes on a certain galaxy, as if he was making some plans.

...

Blackstone Throne.

Fierce arcs flickered, and there was a faint sound of tearing.

A figure struggled, and the thick arcs were like a manic beast, slapping the surrounding alloy walls.

"I finally..." The hoarse roar echoed, and Ron struggled to pull his body out of the throne's confinement:

"I got freedom!"

He broke the last psychic arc and stood up completely.

Boom——

The moment Ron left the throne, the Blackstone Gate shook violently.

At the same time, due to the changes in the Blackstone Gate, the psychic barrier outside the Webway became dim.

In the subspace, those malicious and crazy shadows seemed to be summoned.

They quickly gathered together and screamed to attack the Webway barrier. Almost every corner was filled with their figures.

Soon, a shadow broke through the barrier and attacked the exit of the Webway.

Waaaagh——

Those shadows were blocked by the greenskin army.

But that was only temporary.

As more and more evil forces from the subspace poured in, those greenskins couldn't stop it at all.

"Fuck, it's so big?"

Inside the Blackstone Throne.

Ron also felt the surging evil breath. In just a few breaths, the Webway suffered countless malicious peeping and attacks.

This scene was too terrible, almost like the end of the world.

He was so scared that he almost sat back and continued to suppress those ghosts.

Fortunately, he already had a plan to replace the main body.

Ron urged anxiously: "The greenskin can't hold on any longer, hurry up and install that thing!"

"Don't rush me, what if I get nervous and make a mistake in the line!"

Dozens of robot arms of Kaul were busy, assembling and debugging the machinery, and oil occasionally slid down his metal forehead.

He was obviously even more nervous.

If there was a mistake, he could only ask the savior to sit back.

But at that time, the petty savior would definitely be angry.

I'm afraid he would lock him and his green brothers in that damn mechanical black room again!

"Omniscient and omnipotent Omnissiah, please favor your loyal believers, you must succeed!"

Kohl prayed in his heart, carefully inserted the last wire into the Blackstone Throne, and gently flipped the switch.

He had already made an appointment with his green brothers to hold a grand mechanical party.

At this critical moment, he must not be locked in the mechanical black room!

Buzz~

The Blackstone Throne vibrated slightly, flashing an arc, but black smoke came out the next second.

Then it was completely shut down.

Damn!

Seeing this scene, Ron almost fainted, and he and Kohl looked at each other.

Both of them looked like the end of the world was coming, and they both knew how terrible this matter was.

Ron swallowed his saliva, and his voice trembled a little: "You say, this thing won't break, right?"

Kohl was also a little confused, as if someone had poured motor oil on his head, stumbling:

"It should... It shouldn't be, there's no reason for it to break?"

"Then try knocking it?"

"Huh?"

Kohl didn't react a little.

However, Ron had already made a move. He went up with a hammer in his hand and punched twice.

He used the repair technology from the 3K era of mankind.

Zila~

With the hammering, the Blackstone Throne lit up again and started to work.

Seeing this, Ron breathed a sigh of relief.

He patted Kaul's shoulder and smiled: "Okay, wipe your sweat, the oil is all over the floor"

"How is this possible..."

Kaul muttered to himself, he wiped his forehead randomly, and lay down in front of the throne to check.

He found that the two blows from the Lord Savior just restored the chaotic energy lines of the throne to normal.

Even the wrong parts were in place under the vibration.

At this moment, Kaul admired him very much: "Lord Savior, there is still something..."

Buzz~

The Blackstone Throne continued to extract psychic power.

Psychic arcs flickered, and a large amount of psychic energy was input into the Blackstone Throne through the pipeline.

The source of those pipelines comes from the mechanical creation similar to the black coffin next to the Blackstone Throne.

It is actually a special culture dish, and a clone of Ron is soaked in the liquid.

This clone has been specially debugged and has a strong ability to conduct psychic energy.

It can be used as a medium for psychic energy conduction.

On the top of the culture dish, there are several golden energy tubes connected, and a steady stream of small suns are input into the culture dish.

The energy of the small sun will be introduced into the clone through the black coffin, and then the energy will be extracted by the throne again.

To maintain the stability of the Blackstone Gate.

This is Kaul's plan, using clones to simulate the psychic state of the original body to achieve painless extraction.

"Good, it's stable!"

Ron can feel that the Blackstone Gate has returned to stability, just like before.

The psychic barrier outside the webway lights up again, driving away the endless shadows around.

That means that the Blackstone Throne Improvement Plan has been initially achieved!

Of course, this alone is not enough.

Ron looked at Kaul and said, "Let Xiao Ling take over the Blackstone Throne..."

The black coffin was also connected to Xiao Ling's signal line, which allowed her to take over the operation and maintenance of the network.

In the future, the complex network traffic dispatch will be handed over to her.

When the signal relay station and monitoring machinery are in place, Xiao Ling can also use them to monitor the entire network area.

Soon, Xiao Ling took over the Blackstone Throne and gradually converted the relevant operation modes to online.

In short, it is an additional online system.

In the future, if you want to use the network, just log in to the relevant system page to apply for verification.

With her computing speed, she can also better open and close the teleportation portal to avoid enemy intrusion.

In short, he is completely free now!

Ron walked out of the Blackstone Throne, raised his arms and bathed in the sun, breathing fresh air.

On the platform, the breeze formed by the operation of the machinery blew his tattered robe, reflecting a skinny skeleton.

"Savior!"

Linda, the maid who came to greet him, almost fainted when she saw this scene.

"Alas, I've lost some weight..."

After two years of torture in the Black Stone Toilet, Ron's eyes were sunken, his flesh and blood were almost dried up, and only the skin was left to wrap around his tall skeleton.

He looked a little scary.

Fortunately, he came out, otherwise he might have turned into a skeleton like the God Emperor.

But this little damage is not a big problem for Ron, who has a little power over life.

He will be able to recover completely soon.

...

Half a year later.

Black Stone Gate.

Countless ships shuttled in the light of the teleportation portal.

On the platform of the outer ring, people were busy.

They were either warriors who were about to go to a distant civilized world, or workers who were loading and unloading goods.

Among them were some travelers from afar, dressed gorgeously.

They are nobles from various civilized worlds in the Goli Sector.

They came to the Holy Land to meet their ruler, the Great Savior.

Now, the expedition teams have found passages to various civilized worlds in the Sector.

The fleets of the territory set sail one after another, saving and recovering the civilized worlds under the invasion of darkness in the name of the governor of the Sector.

Then they will be gradually transformed so that they can be completely bathed in the glory of the Great Savior.

At present, the territory has not yet contacted the world outside the Sector.

According to the plan of the Ministry of the Interior, only by completely unifying and integrating the Sector can we spare energy to develop outward.

…

Ers Holy Land, Sacred Hall.

It was a huge and gorgeous banquet hall, decorated with the most precious decorative materials in the Sector.

In the center stood a statue of the Savior more than ten meters high.

"It's finally over!"

Ron, wearing a gorgeous robe, slumped on the throne in the center of the hall, listless.

It was a banquet that lasted about half a year.

Nobles from dozens of planets came to see him one after another to express their loyalty to the great savior.

What upset him even more was that the expedition team had not yet found the transmission channel to Macragge.

But that was understandable.

After all, there were hundreds of millions of planets in the galaxy, and finding the location of a planet among them was extremely difficult.

Ron was once worried that he would miss the opportunity because he could not find the transmission channel.

Suddenly, the data board vibrated.

He grabbed the data board to check the information, and a smile appeared on his face: "Found it!"