Six months had passed since the world of Highschool of the Dead officially joined the Imperium Caelestis. It didn't take long for massive changes to unfold. New colonies were established, planets were terraformed, and major departments like Military, Law, and the High Court relocated their central HQs to the newly integrated region.
Even the Churches of the Adepta Sororitas began constructing towering cathedrals, and elite academies popped up one after another, training the next generation of Terra Aeterna's citizens.
At first, the survivors went through a serious case of culture shock. They had been pulled straight out of the 21st century and dropped into a hyper-advanced society that looked like it came straight out of a sci-fi blockbuster. But humans are adaptable. Fast learners. And very good at surviving.
Some local elites tried to resist the new rule-calling the Imperium a galactic dictatorship. But the people reported them to the High Court. The result? The Inquisition dragged them to the front lines, no mercy given. One of the unluckiest ones was even paraded through the capital, stripped of his skin, with the word heretic burned into his body for all to see.
As for Kenthelion? He didn't know-and frankly, he didn't care.
He was too busy touring Terra Aeterna with the girls from Highschool of the Dead, occasionally jumping to different universes and reading war reports from the front lines between visits.
Now, after the forces from The Wandering Earth had fully adapted to Imperium tech, a full-scale galactic rescue mission was ready to launch. Seven Grand Fleets had been assembled to liberate enslaved humans across the stars.
In orbit around Terra Aeterna, massive Mass Relays hovered like ancient gods-fusing technology from Warhammer , Starcraft, Star Wars, Mass Effect, Stellaris, and Gundam. They shimmered across the void, ready to break space-time and send entire fleets flying across galaxies in a heartbeat.
And finally, the day had come.
Kenthelion stood on the highest balcony of the Imperial Palace of Terra Aeterna, framed by golden spires and endless sky.
Behind him stood twenty women-from Ling Cage, Resident Evil, Highschool of the Dead-and three adorable children, each from different worlds he had saved.
Across the Imperium, a hundred billion screens lit up.
The speech of the Supreme Emperor was about to begin.
"HUMANITY! CITIZENS OF THE IMPERIUM CAELESTIS! HEIRS TO THE STARS!"
Today is not just another day... Today is the turning point of our civilization.
Today marks the end of heretics and xeno filth.
Today, mankind returns to its rightful throne over the ocean of stars!
(Above Terra Aeterna, seven grand expeditionary fleets blaze across the skies-hundreds of thousands of warships from humanity's greatest legacies: Warhammer, Star Wars, StarCraft, HALO, Gundam, Mass Effect, and Stellaris. The heavens tremble. The galaxy falls silent.)
I am Kenthelion, Emperor of Mankind and guardian of human glory under the Imperium Caelestis.
And I shall lead the vanguard myself.
We will reclaim every world, every star, and every human soul stolen by alien hands!
The Human Federation has taught us a lesson written in blood...
That aliens cannot be trusted.
That only humanity is pure, noble, and destined to rule the stars.
Why do we suffer?
Because of alien betrayal.
Because of surrender.
Because of the cowards who silence the cry of resistance!
If we ourselves lose faith in our bloodline...
How dare we claim the right to be the supreme race of the cosmos?!
Aliens are parasites-bloodthirsty vampires.
They drain us, seize our lands, and tear down our civilizations!
BUT WE SHALL NOT KNEEL!
WE SHALL FIGHT!
WE SHALL RISE!
Because the flame of mankind will never die.
(Kenthelion raises the Emperor's Sword. From its blade erupts warpfire-a flame that scorches reality, melts steel, and ignites the holy war of humanity.)
"HEAR ME, PEOPLE OF THE IMPERIUM CAELESTIS!!"
"MANKIND SHALL NEVER COEXIST WITH ALIENS!"
"THEIR BLOOD DEBT MUST BE REPAID IN BLOOD!"
"I WILL LEAD US TO TAKE BACK OUR PLACE AS MASTERS OF THE UNIVERSE!"
If this universe is a dark forest...
Then our wrath - our glory -
Will be the fire that burns the forest to ash.
Star by star. Planet by planet.
We will make them crawl.
We will make them beg.
But we... will not stop.
Not until humanity once again sits upon the throne of creation.
PEOPLE OF THE IMPERIUM CAELESTIS!
Now there are two paths before you:
ONE! Become cowards like the old Human Federation-watching your families slaughtered, your cities razed, your honor trampled by alien boots!
TWO! Become the most feared creatures in all the cosmos-evil incarnate in every alien nightmare! Use their blood and flesh to pave our path to glory!
AND NOW I ASK THE ENTIRE GALAXY:
ARE YOU READY FOR ALL-OUT WAR?!
WAR!!! WAR!!! WAR!!!
Across the vast expanse of the Imperium Caelestis, the people remembered.
They remembered the faces of those they loved -
Humiliated by alien hands.
The photos of friends and family slaughtered under xeno weapons.
The peaceful days of the Human Federation,
When the stars were symbols of hope...
...until the aliens came.
They remembered the betrayal.
How humanity, in its innocence, reached out with open arms -
And was stabbed in the back.
Entire worlds fell.
Entire fleets burned.
The Galactic Federation, built on peace, was torn apart by alien greed.
There were too many images to forget.
Too many screams.
Too many reasons to know the truth:
Aliens can never be trusted.
The Imperium Caelestis had become more than just a nation.
It was the final fortress of humanity.
The greatest human empire to ever exist in the sea of stars.
And humanity itself - the purest race in the galaxy.
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And on this day...
On the sacred throne-world of Terra Aeterna,
A voice roared louder than any thunder.
Kenthelion, the Emperor of Mankind, stood tall before billions.
In one hand, he held The Emperor's Sword, a blade wreathed in cosmic flame.
At his side - the Emperor's Helm.
On his back - the Aegis of Mankind, the Cosmic Shield bearing the sigil of humanity's eternal guardian.
Before him stretched the roaring crowd -
Billions of citizens, soldiers, scientists, and children of the stars -
All shouting, crying, believing.
Kenthelion raised his blade to the heavens and spoke:
> "Our lives... shall become the currency of the Imperium Caelestis!"
"Our sacrifices... shall be its foundation!"
"Our flesh and blood... shall pave the way for mankind's eternal rise!"
> "Brothers! Sisters! Our fleets will lead the charge into the shadowed galaxies!"
"This war - this holy war - shall mark the rebirth of mankind!"
"Long live humanity! Long live the Imperium Caelestis! May the glory of mankind endure forever!"
"Let the Dark Crusade... BEGIN!"
And as the ground shook from the engines of seven Grand Expeditionary Fleets,
As the skies burned with the colors of war,
Kenthelion declared:
> "This time... mankind will not repeat its mistakes!"
"This time... we shall live forever among the stars!"