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

The Emperor's Children and the Word Bearers became the first batch of attacking troops at the request of their respective primarchs, and they would use their actions to atone for the sins of the past.

So the Emperor turned his attention to Magnus again. When Magnus thought that the Emperor wanted him to sit on the throne and work, the Emperor mentioned the Thousand Sons who were reduced to ashes.

"Go find Ifreni. I heard from Lin Fan that the Eldar has some ideas for reversing the Scarlet Letter Spell."

"Really?"

Seeing the Emperor nod, Magnus's heart became lively, he said a hasty farewell to the Emperor and turned to leave. The Emperor looked at Magnus's anxious back and sighed. Tens of thousands of years had not made Magnus more mature. Why did this child only grow a body but not a brain?

Maybe he knows too many spells and takes up space in his brain?

The Emperor wasn't sure, he just watched Magnus leave, and in order to prevent the little guy from causing any trouble again, he specially put his energy on Magnus' back.

He shifted his gaze and fell on Kurtz again. Curze didn't have a good look towards the Emperor at all. His face was full of disgust and he hissed, which reminded the Emperor of those kittens with explosive fur and hunched backs to intimidate their enemies.

"You..." The Emperor chewed his words and didn't know what to say to Curze for a while. He could only touch his head to comfort him, and then asked Fulgrim to take Curze away and find a quiet place to stay. .

Looking at Angron, the guy who had been furious at Butcher's Nail is now unusually quiet. Coupled with the influence of the cold living metal body, Angron is actually not much different from a statue if he doesn't move.

The two were silent for a long time. Angron stood up and turned to leave without saluting or saying goodbye. He was not willing to come to the palace in the first place, and he was surprisingly patient for being able to sit quietly until now.

Angron can do whatever he wants. He must have experienced so much and he is tired of blood and fighting.

With these thoughts in mind, the Emperor's arrangements for the Primarch were largely completed. Ferus still needs to lead the Cursed Legion for a while, and the God-Emperor left all the authority to him before dissipating. In a sense, the Golden Throne in the hearts of the people of the empire is now guarded by Ferus. But Ferus felt that he was clumsy and careless, so he called Sanguinius to manage it together. Although the Archangel was not willing to do these tasks, he still felt sorry for the Emperor's fatigue over the years and reluctantly accepted it.

The Emperor and Odemair were the only ones left in the throne room, and everyone had work to do. The emperor felt panicked in the tranquility. He had not experienced the feeling of leisure for a long time. The reconstruction work of Terra was taken away by Dorne, and many political affairs of the central government were taken over by the Custodes. It seemed that everyone hoped that the Emperor could rest for a few days.

Odemair, who was concentrating on adjusting the throne, sensed the Emperor's discomfort, so she turned her back to the Emperor and said, "After sitting on the throne for so many years, don't you have anything you want to do?"

The emperor was silent for a while. It was a good thing that Odemeyer didn't mention it. Once he mentioned it, he felt uncomfortable all over his body, especially his back, which was dry and itchy. The emperor reached out and touched his back, and even scratching it several times did not bring any relief.

Odemeyer came closer, put his hand on the emperor's broad back and began to scratch it. He couldn't help but complain, "Their mighty and sacred emperor's first wish when he got off the throne was to scratch his back. , what will this make the people of the empire think?”

"Haha... I'm afraid they will take off their back skin and sift it carefully with an iron brush. Even without Chaos, the current empire is not a good regime, it is just a distorted government to fight against Chaos. It’s just a fortress.”

The emperor said this, and then he also felt joking. After all, Odemair was also an old man from the golden age. Talking to her felt similar to talking to Malcador.

"It's an honor to scratch my back. Not to mention the people of the empire, even my children have to be beaten to death for this job."

"The Back-Scratcher Rebellion, right?"

The two laughed loudly, and Odemeyer continued, "If my father sees me scratching your back, you will be drowned in all kinds of academic homework."

"That was really scary."

The Emperor moved his shoulders, and he felt that his back felt much more comfortable.

"After adjusting the throne, I have to deal with the things in this underground prison."

"Did the teacher give you permission?"

"Of course, these things were still honest in my time, but now they have become a problem. It's better to deal with it." As he said that, Odemeyer took out a pen from the pocket on his chest. It was clearly written on it. Printed with the full name of Odemeyer's father.

In the golden age, Odemeyer's father and the leader of the Terminators were two giants in the scientific community. Although their final choices were different, both have become the dust of history, leaving only some relics for the Emperor and Russia. DeMeyer recalled.

With a sharp slap on the emperor's back, Odemair returned to the throne. The Emperor sat leaning on the chair, closed his eyes and fell asleep. He really needed to take a good rest.

On the other side, Lin Fan and the Silent King passed through the hyperspace tunnel and came to the area where the Brilliant Star Map was kept. The dynasty that protected the satellite map was ready to welcome the Silent King.

The Void Dragon followed behind them. As the master of technology, his ability as a god could easily exceed that of tens of millions of warlocks combined. Orikan's consciousness was completely extracted by him and sealed into a new body. Trazin was extremely happy to see Orikan safe and sound, but he would not reveal his joy. He just complained in a bad tone that Orikan was really lucky.

Orikan didn't bother to respond to Trazin's sarcastic remarks. He had already clearly seen the fight between Trazin and Curze while in Angron's body, and knew that Trazin was a tsundere who spoke with disdain for his integrity.

To be honest, I was very touched to be treated like this by Trazin. In a race like theirs that has lost their souls, this kind of human interaction is extremely precious. This is why, when they have more efficient communication methods, they often abandon them and just use voice to complete communication. Imitating their past life can make them feel more or less alive.

Lin Fan saw the Brilliant Star Map and was surprised by the appearance of this mysterious and powerful device. The big butt monitor and the white chassis look so friendly, and the mouse is even a backward model that can remove the spherical ball.

"Are you satisfied?" King Silence looked at Lin Fan and looked around, thinking that he was a little dissatisfied, but Lin Fan didn't think so.

"Very good, this kind of thing is easier for me to understand. At that time, I was still thinking about what to do if the Brilliant Star Map was too complicated."

"Then let's get started."