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Chapter 295: Emperor: Dirty Hands and Feet

Warhammer 40k.

"Father is looking for me?"

With a look of deep fatigue on his face and dark circles under his eyes, Guilliman arrived at the Terra Palace on the top of the Himalayas, looking like he was about to die suddenly.

"Ah."

He looked at Guilliman with some emotion, and the First Guard Constantine beside him also shook his head with some sigh.

The Empire is now in the 36th Millennium. As a Claw of the Emperor, Constantine is one of the few people who knows the Emperor's plans and the general situation of Plan B after the failure of the Webway Project.

The empire, which was thought to have a turnaround only after the 40th millennium, was reborn in the 36th millennium, which made Constantine overjoyed.

Although the situation in the 36th millennium was much better than that after years, the new empire had a lot of work to do, especially since Saint Sebastian went out to preach after submitting the plan for the reform of the state religion... In the original plan, Sebastian should have completed the reform of the state religion himself. But now, with Guilliman, the primarch, Sebastian just left after submitting the plan and happily started a new missionary journey.

"How is the state of the Ecclesiarchy now? It seemed to have undergone some rather extensive revisions when the Emperor last summoned you?"

“Ah, that’s true.” Guilliman shook his head helplessly and complained, “It’s about the other four gods… Really, I really feel like my father might be a bit schizophrenic. He was the one who said the Imperial Truth, but now he not only really puts himself in the Ecclesiarchy as a god, but also tells me that there are four more righteous gods.”

Having said that, Guilliman also took out the plan for the reform of the state religion from the interlayer of the Hand of Domination with a face full of helpless complaints. Because this was about to be implemented within the solar system, it was not a secret, so Guilliman simply opened it directly to Constantine to let him see it clearly - Constantine had been guarding the Emperor before the birth of the Primarch. It was similar to the magic pattern Malcador next door, and Guilliman had no problem calling him uncle.

Look at the virtual images of the four good gods above.

Guilliman said numbly: "In the warp, together with the heroic spirits of the fallen Imperial soldiers, they guard the Emperor's side. The God of Courage and Glory, Koen. The God of Wisdom and Knowledge, Xing Li Zhi. The God of Life and Prosperity, Nagr. The God of Love and Beauty, Salishi... Why do you think they look so familiar to me?"

"Yeah, it's very strange. I can't see any sense of déjà vu at all."

The corners of Constantine's mouth twitched a few times. Even though he was the emperor's personal guard, he couldn't help but twitch his mouth twice when he saw the Four Good Gods suddenly appear.

Damn it, if there were courts in the subspace, Tzeentch would have already rushed out and shouted that someone had infringed his rights, and would be ready to use legal weapons to resolve the problem.

Well, if that's the case, Khorne would have rushed over to fight, and then been detained by the Warp Police Station. Nurgle is quite safe, maybe he would invite another self to have soup? Slaanesh is hard to say, it is possible that he would rush directly to me and find ways to lock the pirated self in the basement, just like the Eldar goddess imprisoned by Nurgle.

"What exactly is Father's plan? Why do I feel like I have no clue?"

Guilliman looked helplessly at Constantine. After thinking for a moment, Constantine said, "The Emperor may really have no plan now."

"……What's the meaning?"

"There are so many changes that we have to start all over again before the plan is even ready."

Constantine said with a sigh: "Until the collapse of the Webway Project and the Emperor sat on the Golden Throne, the plan was still within the Emperor's expectations. Including my disappearance after the Siege of Terra, it was all part of the Emperor's plan. Although it is not clear how many plans the Emperor has prepared, it cannot be too many. Because the more plans there are, the more preparations need to be made, and the more variables there will be."

"But now, the great emperor has begun to study the permutations and combinations of the twenty-six letters."

In other words, there are more than twenty-six project codes, right?

After hearing Constantine's words, Guilliman felt powerless to complain.

"Let's go first, don't let the Emperor wait anxiously." As he walked towards the Terra Palace, Constantine said, "You don't look very well. You must have been very busy recently."

"I just want to get back into the stasis stance for a while now."

Guilliman said with a look of despair, "You know, I've never been interested in psychic magic, and now my father has told me that the Imperial Truth is bullshit, that there are real emotional entities in the Warp and that he is a god. This alone will take me a long time to digest. I was just thinking about how to accept the State Religion, and he told me to add a few more places to the State Religion... It's been more than three thousand years, and the Reformation didn't directly put people in it. It's still a guy with such a strong sense of déjà vu."

"And the Astartes Temple. I really didn't expect that the temporary management method I put in place to prevent the remnants of heresy among the loyal Astartes from causing trouble again would last until the thirty-sixth millennium... If I hadn't woken up now, it would probably have been extended for thousands of years. I'm tired, numb, and a little speechless."

"There is an Internal Affairs Department. I have never imagined that the efficiency of a country's internal affairs could be so low. I haven't slept for three days and three nights, but when I looked up, the backlog of documents to be processed was still like a mountain. I want to laugh when I see those backlogs now. Do you know, Constantine, that the captain of my Ultramarines Second Company has applied for self-exile for a penitential expedition, on the grounds that he developed heresy during the long paperwork, and only by killing the enemies of the Empire can he prove his loyalty..."

"It's funny. If applying for self-exile can help me get rid of this hellish job, I'll be the first to apply."

"There are also the Ministry of Justice and the Ministry of Military Affairs. I really don't want to talk about those high lords..."

Constantine felt like he had opened a Pandora's box, which could have caused Guilliman, who was always taciturn among the Primarchs, to react so violently. Although Guilliman's voice was calm, it was more like a stable despair of numbness. Although he was not very clear about what Guilliman had been through during this period, Constantine was glad that his mission was just to help the Emperor deal with some "small things" that could have serious consequences.

Soon, the two arrived at the heavily guarded throne room.

Pushing open the door, the Emperor's skinny body was still sitting on the huge golden throne. Although he was still imprisoned on the throne, the Emperor now looked much better. If the Emperor's body had been fluctuating between death and near death because it had to block the golden toilet, then the Emperor now was fluctuating between near death and extreme weakness. Although still miserable, compared to the previous situation where he had to throw all his flesh and blood into the subspace to block the door as soon as he recovered a little, the Emperor now could recover slowly and effectively.

Look, the skeleton has now become a mummy. Although it is still dry, stiff and lacks elasticity, at least the muscle tissue has gradually increased and it has become a little plump.

"Number 13, here we come."

The Emperor muttered to himself coldly. If Guilliman had felt genuine dissatisfaction before, thinking that the Emperor was treating him and his brothers as tools, and that the Astartes Space Marines and all the Primarchs would be wiped out like the Thunder Warriors after the Great Crusade, now Guilliman just felt a little speechless.

The Emperor's sensibility is not in this world, but in another base universe, one that is more distant and more mysterious than the sub-space, and is also where the Saint King Ron is.

After a moment, a faint light emanated from the Emperor's head. After a moment, the Emperor sitting on the golden throne opened his eyes again. Unlike the coldness and woodenness before, there was a little more humanity in the Emperor's eyes now. "Little Thirteen, where is Nineteen? Why didn't he come?"

"I am coming, father."

As the words were spoken, a shadow like thick ink but without any luster reflected from it fell from behind the Emperor like a drop of black water. The moment it landed on the ground, along with the spreading darkness, the tall, but pale and thin figure of Corax emerged from it.

Feeling a little tired, Corax took a deep breath to recover his physical condition, then raised his head and said, "I am looking for the traces of Erebus and the other traitor brothers."

Having said that, even the good-tempered Corax couldn't help but say angrily, "These damn cowards hid in the depths of the warp after Lorgar's death and never went out. But I suspect they are preparing something more evil. The four evil gods of Chaos must have reached some unknown agreement. I even saw the great daemons of Tzeentch and Khorne living together in peace."

After hearing what Corax said, Guilliman beside him also narrowed his eyes.

Because the Emperor of this era has regained the ability to communicate with the outside world, Guilliman now knows a lot about the Warp. Among them, the relationship between the four evil gods is the focus of Guilliman's understanding and research.

The four evil gods do not coexist peacefully, but attack each other. Among them, Tzeentch is considered the second most powerful evil god - the most powerful is Khorne, because the universe is full of war and violence. But in terms of strategy and leadership, Tzeentch is better than Khorne. This also makes the relationship between Khorne and Tzeentch very bad. The former advocates violent war, while the latter advocates intelligent change. The former thinks the latter is a little bitch with a head full of cleverness and no honor. The latter thinks the former is a foolish and stupid man who only makes a fool of himself.

Well... from this perspective, the Four Evil Gods are also a classic Chinese comic quartet. A hot-blooded, stupid male protagonist, a cold and intelligent second male protagonist, a vase female protagonist, and a peacemaker fat otaku.

It is normal for Khorne to hate Tzeentch, because what Tzeentch likes most is to instigate other Chaos Gods to fight, and then reap the benefits. This always makes Khorne feel sincerely angry. But when caught in the act, Tzeentch can always recite the law easily - there are laws in the Chaos Realm. And in the process, he can provide a lot of evidence to prove that he is not responsible. Even if the Emperor and the other three evil gods think that Tzeentch has problems, Tzeentch can still prove his innocence.

Love from American Lawyers.

Simpson gave a thumbs up.

"Ignore it."

The Emperor said, "There are more important things to do now."

"Excuse me, what is it?"

"Support operations from another universe."

The Emperor opened the message sent by Ron and said, "In my original plan, the Empire's alternative plan should not be officially implemented until the fortieth millennium. But now, all plans have been rewritten. Judging from the current situation, the results are gratifying. However, as a price, we need to help some beings in another realm to face the enemies of the outer universe free of charge."

"Enemy? Any relevant information?" Hearing this, Guilliman frowned slightly: "I know about the transaction, and many chapters have already carried out the corresponding tasks. Why is it so serious this time? Even requiring you to return specially... Is the enemy very strong?"

"The enemy is very powerful," the Emperor said. "It is a race called 'Kryptonians'. The gravity of their planet is fifty times that of the Holy Land of Terra. Their cells can absorb radiation by shining on the sun and convert solar energy into various forms of energy, giving them the ability to see through the sun, fly at supersonic speeds, have super strength, super hearing, cryogenic breathing, and computing power comparable to or even far exceeding that of the Mechanical Priests. They can also survive in a vacuum and other extremely harsh environmental conditions."

"..."

After hearing the Emperor's words, even though they were prepared to face a powerful enemy, Guilliman, Corax and others still couldn't help but gasp.

Then, Guilliman said bluntly: "What will we have to pay if we breach the contract?"

“Can’t breach the contract.”

The Emperor shook his head slightly twice and said, "They are not invincible. According to intelligence, once they come into contact with the light of the red sun and the substance called 'Kryptonite', their abilities will be drastically reduced, or even killed. According to my estimation, the amount of Kryptonite and red sun radiation weapons that Ron can provide can be used to temporarily enchant 5,000 sets of power armor."

Corax and Guilliman also breathed a sigh of relief after hearing about the targeted approach.

If there is no specific method, then... you can't win even if you hit them with your head.

"It looks like we're going to bleed a bit." Guilliman took a deep breath and said, "There are about 4,000 elite Space Marine veterans who have completed the Primaris transformation surgery... I hope they can all come back alive. Well, I also hope I can come back alive."

"You don't have to go." The emperor said, "You still need to deal with the internal affairs of the empire."

Otherwise I'll go...

Guilliman was too exhausted to complain.

At the side, the Emperor looked at Corax, who had already accepted his own nature in the Warp, or was about to complete his ascension to the devil. After a moment of silence, the Emperor said: "I will leave this matter to you, Corax."

"I'll try my best." Corax nodded.

"Remember to keep your hands and feet hidden."

"...Be more secretive?" Corax frowned, keenly aware of something.

The Emperor said calmly: "Faster-than-light engines, strong inertial dampers, dense organic materials, liquid geometry technology, mind uploading, ghost engines, world engines... and the gene seeds of Kryptonians."

"Steal as many as you can, and I'll take the blame."

Corax: "..."

(End of this chapter)