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

Ahriman froze when he was asked, and asked, "Don't you... remember this?"

"Remember what?"

Ahriman had already understood the state of these Thousand Sons at this time, and their memories stayed in that glorious Great Crusade period. His lips moved, countless words brewing on his tongue, and the news about the Great Rebellion and everything that followed was tightly blocked by his teeth.

Want to say something? Does he dare to say it? Ahriman understood the Space Marines' hope for victory in the Great Crusade, and even he and Magnus had dreamed of the leisurely days of peace together. If the situation hadn't been so bad later, he wouldn't have plunged into the Eye of Fear and never looked back.

Now that they know about the failure of the Great Expedition and the series of evil deeds caused by the brothers' attack, what will they think? Can their spirits endure such pain?

Ahriman was so worried that it would be better for him to face these confused brothers than to let Magnus kill him. So he turned his attention to Magnus and said that as the Primarch, you should shoulder this responsibility.

Magnus was not stupid, he thought as clearly as Ahriman did. If these Thousand Sons retained their memories before they were transformed into puppets, he would still know how to deal with them. but now...

"My children." Magnus knelt down on one knee, which made the Thousand Sons even more frightened. "Many things have happened. Please allow me to tell you slowly."

A few hours passed, and Magnus sorted out the history completely to the Thousand Sons. The Thousand Sons remained silent until Magnus finished, and then asked questions with trembling voices.

"The Great Crusade failed? How is this possible..."

"Warmaster Horus has betrayed...I can't imagine that scenario..."

"We are traitors...a group of butchers..."

The Thousand Sons could not accept such a cruel fact. They collapsed on the ground and covered their faces in grief. Magnus looked at them and felt guilty and worried, so he wrapped them in psychic energy and teleported away.

The badly damaged cruiser just floated in the void and became the paradise of the surviving orcs.

The Emperor saw the interaction between Magnus and the Thousand Sons, and he had nothing to say, except that he was glad that Magnus did not make the meeting between father and son worse.

"He has finally grown a little, but not much." The Emperor commented, and then took a sip of the coffee Odemair often drank.

His brows frowned subconsciously. Even by his standards, the coffee was too bitter.

"Are you too dependent on coffee? It's no different from poison. Even a Space Marine will suffer organ failure if he takes just one sip." The Emperor persuaded softly, hoping that Odemeyer could adjust this unhealthy habit. .

Odemair curled his lips and sat next to the emperor. His two dirty hands rubbed against each other and shed a thin layer of skin like a glove. The new palms were smooth and soft, lacking the baptism of time. Odemeyer doesn't like gloves and the like. An extra layer of obstruction will greatly reduce the sensitivity of her fingers.

Grabbing the coffee from the emperor's hand, Odemeyer said calmly, "How can we talk about the health and unhealthy status of reformed people? Even if it is promethium, we can swallow it without blushing or heartbeat. "

Listening to what Odemair said, the emperor looked at her with raised eyebrows, "Promethium can't compare with your coffee."

"Ahem..." Odemair was angry that the emperor was so ignorant, and punched the emperor's shoulder unceremoniously. The Emperor covered his shoulders and grinned. This look was just for Odemair to see.

The imperial guards guarding the door held their halberds in their hands and were very dissatisfied with Odemair's offense. However, the emperor only glanced slightly and suppressed all hostility in the hearts of the imperial guards.

"Onyx, Pigus, leave me and the lady alone."

When the two Imperial Guards heard what the emperor said, their hearts trembled suddenly, and then they walked out of the gate. Although they were tall and straight and their steps were fast, the Emperor could still see their uneasy mood from their backs.

Seeing that the two of them were pitiful, and to prevent them from thinking wildly, the Emperor gently patted the two of them on the head with his spiritual energy. After sensing that their emotions relaxed, the Emperor withdrew his spiritual energy.

The Emperor sighed deeply and complained to Odemeyer, "You and that boy are the only ones who treat me as a normal person. The rest of the people will always over-interpret what I mean...such as those The Forbidden Army, now they have also been led astray by the energy of the state religion, and they are always in fear."

"They were just too happy to see you getting up from the throne." Odemair said cheerfully, but she knew that the emperor was not just telling her this to chat, he must be trying to solve the ideological problems of the imperial army. .

So Odemair suggested, "The Imperial Guards have no other job besides serving you, so it's normal for them to focus on you. Fortunately, you are a man. If you are a charming queen, Those forbidden troops can..."

"Why are you talking so much like Slaanesh now?" The emperor turned to look at Odemeyer, smiling happily, and feeling much more relaxed. "So you mean to find a spiritual support for these forbidden troops? How is that possible? They even Not even brotherly love.”

The Emperor couldn't help but sigh. After the Horus Heresy, the Custodes had despised the brotherhood of the Space Marines. Some warriors betrayed the Emperor, others chose to trust their brothers, and the wildfire of rebellion grew. Among the Forbidden Army, they are just allies fighting side by side, relying on their powerful and incredible fighting instincts to complete ingenious and complex team operations.

"What about those Sisters of Silence? We could try to strengthen the connection between the Sisters of Silence and the Custodes. They share a similar loneliness."

"They have long been closely connected. Whenever the enemy has strong psychic support, the Sisters of Silence will stand beside the Forbidden Army and solve those filthy spells for them."

Odemair patted the emperor's shoulder again, feeling very dissatisfied that he only had a brain for war. "It is precisely because you always think about problems like this that no one will treat you as an ordinary person."

Then Odemeyer continued, "Let the Imperial Guards and the nuns get along for a while. You won't lose anything anyway."

The Emperor was confused by Odemair's enthusiasm, but when he thought about it, it was nothing to lose anyway. The Imperial Guard and the Sisters were comrades who worked well together ten thousand years ago, and it should be the same ten thousand years later.

Then an order flowed from the throne room, and those Custodes who did not need to guard the webway, the underground dungeons, and the responsibilities of guarding the palace that Dorn had taken away had new jobs.

Travel to various parts of the galaxy and find the scattered Sisters of Silence back to the palace.

The Custodians had no doubts and obeyed the Emperor's orders unconditionally. Soon many ancient ships left Terra and headed toward deep space.