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

The voice died, and many people didn't even realize how startling the message in those words was. But as time passed and the soldiers calmed down and chewed, they began to understand.

Some soldiers looked at the equally shocked and confused political commissar and asked in disbelief, "Did you just say that the emperor...his old man got up from the throne?"

"I...I think so."

They wriggled their lips, not knowing what to say for a long time. The Emperor was too high and too far for them.

What is the Emperor?

He is a sacred icon in the church, towering and cannot be desecrated. An imperial icon often uses the best materials and talents the world can provide. At the feet of the icon are worshipers and countless incense candles embellished on the white skulls of saints.

What is the Emperor?

He is a legend, the creator written in countless world classics, and the only and eternal ruler and true god of the human empire. Compassionately and strictly supervising the souls of every mortal, examining whether they are qualified to ascend to the Golden Throne.

Such a kind of existence has stood up. They can't think of it, and they don't dare to think about it. Some brave soldiers could only give the Emperor a body much larger than that of a Space Marine, even pulling him to the level of a Knight Titan or even higher. Then the emperor was covered with many luxurious jewels and haloes that could not be looked directly at.

This fantasy also appeared a long time ago. People argued about a person's appearance, saying that he was a man with a big head, a big man, and a lot of ideas. Only when we met did we realize that this person was not much different from most ordinary people. If thrown into the crowd, it would be like water thrown into a lake, making it difficult to pick him out.

There was a sound of sobbing not far away. Following the sound, I found that it was the battle nuns who had been demoted as medical nuns. They were punished for disobeying their superiors' orders and rashly attacking. The person supervising them was a man wearing black leather clothes with spikes. Punishing nuns.

These temporary medical sisters had their hands covered with blood as they treated the wounded and showed mercy to the wounded. They prayed to the Emperor with tears streaming down their cheeks.

Some nuns are also confused about this news, which is natural. After all, it is hard to believe such important news without seeing it with your own eyes. Some inquisitors even wanted to take their followers to the Cadia headquarters where the message was sent to ask for an explanation and see if it was a trap used by demons to disturb the morale of the army.

But no matter what, there are still more people celebrating. The soldiers and civilians who survived many disasters such as the Black Legion, the Degenerate Body, and the Iron Demon walked out of the heavy production factory one by one. The mechanical priests who supervised their production also put down their whips and looked up to the sky. Their situation is no better than that of the soldiers on the front line. In order to ensure that Cadia does not fall into the enemy's hands, the blood and sweat of the entire planet have been drained.

"Mom, has the Emperor stood up?" A young child asked, pulling on the corner of his mother's clothes. His little hands were dark and full of wrinkles and calluses, but he was very lucky to have no injuries. Many people fell in tiredly. In the huge mouth of the machine, it was smashed into pieces and disappeared.

His mother had dry hair. She took out a piece of dried meat that was only half the size of a little finger from her dirty pocket and stuffed it into the child's mouth. "Yes child...that's what the speaker said, The Emperor has risen from his throne."

"Then...then he stood up from the throne, who came to see the Golden Throne?"

It is difficult to answer the child's question. Not to mention his mother, even those highly respected people would not know how to answer it. His mother frowned and resisted the urge to cry to give her child an answer.

"The Emperor has risen from the throne, and those loyal souls who have returned to the throne should also stand up. They are standing beside the Emperor, standing on the land of sacred Terra, bathing in glory and the cheers of everyone."

"Are my father and brother like this too?"

"Yes, they are."

"Then can I see them in Holy Terra?"

At this point, the mother was already bursting into tears. She squatted down, hugged her child and nodded vigorously, "But not everyone can go to Holy Terra. You must first become a loyal and brave warrior."

"I'm going to be that kind of warrior, Mom."

Such exchanges and interactions were rare among the increasingly restless crowd. After all, many people died, leaving only sighs and sadness.

We had survived such a horrific invasion, what more could we ask for?

Apart from these Primarchs and Legions, there were others whose treatment troubled the Emperor. Compared to them, Curze, who hissed and walked while hiding from the light, and Angron, who had a meaningless look on his face, looked much cuter and kinder.

Take Mortarion, for example. After the Emperor looked at him in silence for a long time, the Primarch of the Death Guard awoke from his reverie. He and the Emperor's eyes met, and as time passed, he became more and more uneasy. At this time, Mortarion really realized that everything that had just happened was real and not a terrible joke played by Tzeentch.

Mortarion could no longer remember what the Emperor had said to him, nor his brother's words of advice. He came to the palace in a daze and left the palace in a daze. Maybe he was deliberately evading, maybe he was dissatisfied, but no matter what, he returned to his flagship.

This huge ship that was originally filled with plague looked much normal, with only some rust proving that the ship had been corroded by the power of Nurgle. It was filled with the fragrance of flowers and green grass everywhere. After taking control of all the Death Guards brought by Mortalion, Isa transformed the ship and the Death Guards in her own way.

Now that Nurgle's power has been taken away by Tzeentch, it doesn't take much effort for Isa to turn her life form back to normal.

It wasn't until he sat on the throne that Mortarion felt that his soul finally returned to his body, and his brain that had not been active for a long time began to think.

He looked at the Death Guards gathered on the bridge and asked, "What happened?"

No one could answer him, so he could only remain silent.

Sitting slumped on the throne, Mortalion covered his face and gradually bent down. Then he said to everyone, "The Emperor is resurrected, and he is willing to accept us... Those who are willing to follow the Emperor can leave on their own... I won't stop you."

After saying this, Mortalion stopped talking. I didn't hear a Death Guard move for a long time. Only some guards had the courage to ask Mortarion, "Father, what about you?"

"Me?" Mortalion raised his face, confused.

The Emperor was also willing to accept him and not pursue the things he had done. But Mortarion was unwilling to accept the Emperor, or he was unwilling to accept his innocence so easily.