Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry

"I don't think so. Your and Erda's genes are flowing in their bodies. Your tenacity and Erda's strength will allow them to overcome difficulties."

"You lost." The Emperor muttered, using his psychic powers to secretly move while Malcador was busy talking.

"You're too greedy." Macado commented angrily, pretending to be angry and turned around to leave.

The Emperor promptly apologized and swore that he would never cheat in his next move. Malcador sat back helplessly to soothe the growing loneliness in the Emperor's heart.

The subsequent scenes moved very quickly, and many unimportant things were quickly ignored by onlookers. On the contrary, the relationship between the Primarch and the Emperor became particularly conspicuous.

Caliban is not peaceful. This place is too close to the Eye of Terror, and the dark and deep forest is full of terrible beasts that have been corrupted and mutated by Chaos.

Lion King Lion stood towering over Caliban, and the Emperor watched in secret for a long time.

This is a double-edged sword.

Although hesitant, the Emperor still handed over the strongest Dark Angels Legion to Lion's command.

On Baal, the Emperor turned and studied Sanguinius for a long moment with a frown on his face.

Sanguinius managed well and was very handsome. His smooth blond hair was in line with the Emperor's aesthetics. The only problem was his wings.

How can this have multiple wings? He didn't have such a thing in the breeding tank at the beginning.

It looks like a subspace thing. Has this kid been cut off by the Four Gods?

The Emperor was extremely worried, wondering if he should strike Sanguinius to death right now to avoid future troubles.

"Father? What are you worried about?" Sanguinius asked, his blue eyes full of eagerness to solve his father's worries.

"Do you think you can reconcile Baal's rule with the Great Crusade?"

The Emperor's words surprised Sanguinius, hinting at the precious independence of Baal's administration.

"I will coordinate the relationship between Baal and the Great Crusade, and strive to follow in my father's footsteps." Sanguinius swore to the Emperor, and he unconsciously swayed the white wings on his back with joy and excitement.

The Emperor was dazzled by the wings and felt that the taste of the four gods was not as bad as he thought.

At Macragge, the Emperor could tell at a glance that Guilliman had big plans.

He definitely wants to create a state within a state.

"On behalf of Macragge, I pledge my allegiance to you, father." Guilliman submitted the document to the Emperor. The process and etiquette were so perfect that the Emperor could not find any faults.

Staring into Guilliman's eyes, the Emperor found it acceptable.

Guilliman can do no evil.

"Father! I will devote myself wholeheartedly to your great cause! Until mankind can regain its former glory!" Perturabo swore allegiance to the Emperor and introduced his vision to the Emperor.

"That is a very difficult road." The Emperor said sadly, but Perturabo did not take the Emperor's advice seriously.

Later, the emperor asked a painter to draw a portrait of Perturabo, and Perturabo smiled happily.

Seeing that Mortarion was about to be beaten to death by the alien monarch, the Emperor took action in time to save his life, left some equipment with him and persuaded him that the poison gas equipment on his body was easily objectionable.

Mortarion remained silent and nodded to express his understanding, but did not listen to the emperor's words and remove the poisonous gas equipment from his body.

There will always be some children who are not obedient. It is no big deal. At least Mortarion believes in the Imperial truth.

The Imperial Truth Emperor felt a headache when he mentioned it. He knew that this thing was a lie and it was impossible for everyone to believe it. After all, the random psykers and dirty spells that appeared on the planet were really difficult to hide.

This is why the Emperor never talks to Jaghatai about the rationality of the Empire's truth. He knows that a discussion will lead to a quarrel, and then the father and son will part ways.

"There is something wrong with Magnus that worries me." Chagatai said slowly, "My shamans had a conversation with Thousand Word Scholars, and they are conducting a somewhat dangerous psychic experiment. "

"It's like this again." The emperor looked a little melancholy. His face was more serious than relaxed. The man who once told jokes in the desert seemed to have died in the endless government affairs and battles.

"What has he done?"

"They sealed some things from subspace in stone slabs and released them during the battle. It's like summoning elves to fight."

Click!

The Emperor crushed the golden pen in shock. He could not have imagined that Magnus would be so bold.

Enforcement measures must be taken.

At the conference, the emperor's majesty made the original bodies around the round table dare not breathe, "Psychic research is strictly prohibited! This is the last warning!"

"No! Father! You can't do this! Knowledge is guiltless! If we give up the subspace, we will give up half of the future of mankind!" Magnus spoke plausibly, and he looked elegant in his scholar's robes.

"That's witchcraft! Only science and reason are worth relying on!" Mortarion retorted fiercely. He was a staunch supporter of "Imperial Truth" and a staunch anti-psyker.

"Oh? You mean the stench lingering around you is a kind of science and rationality?" Magnus sneered contemptuously.

"How dare you! You sunburned freak!" Mortarion roared angrily and slammed his big hand on the table.

The Emperor felt mentally and physically drained by their quarrel. After this meeting, he needed to deal with the formation of the government of the Southern Cross Sector with Malcador, needed to distribute strategic materials to the Dark Angels and Iron Warriors, and needed to check the progress of collecting materials for the Webway Project. , learning how to connect and build network channels almost from scratch.

I'm too busy. I don't have any extra energy to waste on this meeting.

What could Magnus know? What does Mortarion know? They have no idea that the four evil gods of subspace are pervasively infiltrating and eroding the universe.

The noise grew louder, and Magnus and Mortarion even prepared to take action.

The Emperor was angry.

"Enough! Stop!" A roar made Magnus and Mortarion behave themselves, and the Emperor issued an ultimatum in an angry tone.

After this meeting, all research into the Warp and psychic powers is strictly prohibited.

Magnus pursed his lips and thought it was unfair, while Mortarion was smug.

At least Vulkan, Ferus, Corax, Horus, Dorn, and Russ were normal. They understood their responsibilities and knew how to share the heavy burden of the Emperor.

As for Fulgrim, the Emperor asked him to take good care of Coze and prevent him from getting into trouble. Judging from the news from Fulgrim, Coze trusted him very much.

"It's just some minor problems. Nothing will happen." The emperor nodded and moved on to the next task.