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

who am I?

where am I?

Where do I come from and where will I go?

What should I have for lunch today?

Many questions were stirring in Mortarion's mind. If a great demon of Nurgle came and dipped a finger in it and sucked it, he would probably be amazed by the confusing taste of chaos.

Mortalion remained motionless, feeling that everything happening in front of him was getting more and more unreal. In the end, his distracted eyes revealed only one message: This must be Tzeentch's trick! definitely is!

The emperor's body became more and more solid. After a heavy gasp, he opened his eyes and slowly stood up from the throne. He is no longer as strong and heroic as he used to be. The thousands of years of sitting on the throne and working hard for the human empire have consumed a lot of his strength. The dissipation of the God Emperor and the seal of the Dark King have seriously damaged his spirit. If the Emperor's mind was not far superior to that of ordinary people, this experience would be enough to make him paralyzed on the throne like a vegetative state.

The Emperor has thousands of faces, and his powerful spiritual power allows him to show a perfect posture in front of everyone. Only the Sisters of Silence, who are completely isolated from spiritual energy, can see through the veil of spiritual energy and see the ordinary face of the Emperor. .

This ability actually makes Lin Fan criticized. If the most perfect image of a warrior the emperor meets is a goddess or something like that, wouldn't the emperor be a queen-like existence in his eyes?

It can only be said that after having psychic powers, many things cannot be bound by ordinary ethics and morals.

The Emperor walked in the silence where the Primarch was not breathing, step by step, descending the steps to the throne. As he gradually got closer to the original body, the skinny body became more and more enlarged in the original body's eyes.

Leman Russ's face was filled with tears. He could not imagine the torture his dear father had endured over the years to transform from the strong man who ate meat and drank heavily to look like this.

Lorgar was even more ashamed. He had once regarded the Emperor's huge size as a manifestation of his divinity, but now he understood how foolish he was. How can simple criteria like body shape and appearance be applied to gods? Only this selfless sacrifice of burning oneself for believers makes people more worthy of following. A god who treats his followers as firewood is nothing more than a greedy and cunning thief.

In the midst of complicated emotions, the Emperor walked not far from the original body. He swept his eyes from the original body one by one. Everyone received the same attention. No one had more or less attention.

Finally, the Emperor showed a smile, tired and sighing, "Even in the Battle of Terra, you brothers did not gather together like this."

The Emperor had always had a quirky sense of humor, as was his special regard for Commissar Cain. However, this weird sense of humor may only be understood by the Emperor himself. The Primarch present only felt embarrassed and sad after hearing this sentence. This reminded them of another regrettable brother, Horus, who fell into the depths of Chaos and was hopeless.

Then there was silence at the foot of the throne. The scene of father and son meeting was not so touching but seemed very stiff. Tens of thousands of years of war had changed too much.

Finally, Sanguinius broke the silence. He looked at Aurora and said, "Ahem... Is there one person missing? We should bring Vulkan back."

Aurora nodded, her body became transparent and invisible and then disappeared. The Emperor glanced in his direction and recognized the Eldar artifact on Aurora's body, which must have been obtained from a certain spire noble in Commorragh.

After a while, Aurora and Vulcan appeared. The Lord of the Fire Dragon's dark skin is quite recognizable, not to mention that he has the largest stature among all the Primarchs. Even if he takes off his armor, Vulkan is larger than some Primarchs wearing armor.

"Ah! Brothers! I really didn't expect that the good news Aurora said was this! Let me hug you quickly! Let's see if your spine is strong enough!"

After saying that, Vulkan strode towards the emperor, surrounded the emperor's body with his hands and hugged him tightly, like a child holding a bear doll bought for him by his parents.

Huge power burst out from Vulkan's arms, and the Emperor frowned slightly. He just felt uncomfortable with Vulcan's excessive enthusiasm. Although he is much weaker now, he will not be harmed by such brute force.

If Vulcan wants to be hugged, let him hug him.

The emperor thought like this and stood still like a piece of wood. Anyone with a little bit of emotional intelligence knew that he should respond to other people's hugs, such as patting the other person's back with his hand, but the emperor didn't know, or he I know and don't want to do that. No matter what, his emotional intelligence is extremely low. If he were made into a game character, his characteristics column would definitely read: extremely low emotional intelligence (when this person is in the team, his extremely low emotional intelligence will lower the mood of others. And morale acquisition efficiency is 50%)

Vulkan hugged him tighter and tighter, and the muscles in his bare arms could be seen moving. What happened next was what Aurora and Coze expected, but neither of them said much and just remained silent.

"Waaaagh!!!" Vulkan roared angrily, and the strength of his arms inexplicably increased a hundred and a thousand times, making the emperor feel a little breathless. The newly born skin, flesh and bones were also tightly stuck together, making him very uncomfortable. .

The other primitives were startled by this powerful roar. Even the most Waaagh! None of the orcs was as shocking as Vulcan's cry.

"Vulkan! You idiot! Stop!" The first to move were Leman Russ and Ryan. Their love for the emperor was the same, but one was as passionate as a dog, and the other was as reserved as a cat.

The two of them charged forward in stride, with the same movements and in the same direction. Their eyes were fixed on Vulkan's arms holding the emperor, but it was not a good thing for the two of them to be in unison.

Before they could even run a few steps, the two inevitably bumped into each other. They figured out the same route, and neither considered how the others would do it.

After the two stumbled, they became angry. Ryan glared at Leman Russ and growled threateningly, "Back off! You clumsy wolf cub!"

Leman Russ smiled coldly and sneered at Ryan's threat. He punched Ryan in the face without even speaking, telling Ryan not to interfere with his actions.

A wolf and a lion, a dog and a cat. A scuffle broke out not far from the emperor. The two men refused to give in and vowed to fight each other.

"Idiot!" Perturabo snorted coldly, and was about to take a step past the childish Lion and Leman Russ. Before he could make a move, he saw Dorn taking the same steps as him from the corner of his eye.