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

"What are your orders, Khan of Heaven?"

"Come on, Corsaro, come and sit." Chagatai smiled, cleared the manuscripts on the table into the drawer below, and pointed to a stool for Corsaro.

Chagatai then took out a stack of white paper and a pen and pushed it directly in front of Corsaro.

"Do you want to see my calligraphy?" Corsaro was a little nervous. The white scarred warrior was not only good at wild racing, but also had considerable attainments in calligraphy. However, no matter how good Corsaro was in writing, he could not surpass it. Chagatai's random creation.

Chagatai shook his head and said, "Help me memorize some political documents. I feel really sleepy listening to them."

After hearing this, Corsaro's expression suddenly changed. He stood up and saluted directly and rejected Chagatai's request. "Khan, it's not that I don't want to be loyal to your order. It's just that the emperor has emphasized that he cannot You continue to evade government affairs. As the original body, you should shoulder the responsibility of the original body."

"What are you talking about!" Old Chagatai's face turned red, half embarrassed and half angry, "I took you on a hunt, didn't I fulfill my duty as the original body? I remember very clearly that you were the happiest when chasing! "

"One thing comes back to another, Tian Khan." Kosaro's face remained unchanged and he looked businesslike. "In short, I can't help you in handling government affairs, and the same goes for other brothers."

With a sullen face, Jaghatai first complained about the emperor's meddling in other people's business, and then he had the idea of ​​​​rectifying Corsaro.

"Ahem..." Chagatai coughed slightly and put the white paper in front of him, "Oh... it's really chilling. If your wings become stiff, my old father can't control you anymore."

"Tian Khan, don't say that. I'm just following orders."

"Sigh... I'd better find someone else to drink the white tea tomorrow afternoon. I think those guys from the Eagle Club are pretty good."

"..."

"By the way, don't participate in next week's racing competition. I have a job for you. The materials in this forging world need someone to escort them."

"...I..."

"Oh oh oh, look at my memory. How could I forget this? Don't go forward in the battle 50 years later. The Destroyer team just lacks a serious and responsible leader like you. What are you doing? Eyes? Am I putting on small shoes for you? This is exercise, do you understand?"

Corsaro finally gave in. He silently put the white paper and pen in front of him, ready to record.

Jaghatai smiled imperceptibly, Corsaro was still too young. But it's still fun to get along with Zisi like this occasionally.

"Alright Guilliman, I'm ready."

Hearing Jaghatai's call, Guilliman also talked eloquently, and Corsaro quickly recorded many of the policies of big ones and small ones.

Chagatai nodded frequently, looking thoughtful and understanding. In fact, he only had the drafts he had just hidden in the drawer in his mind. Seeing the tacit understanding between the Emperor and Odemeyer, he had a lot of inspirations pouring out. Being unable to write them down made him feel like ants crawling all over his body.

On the other side, Sanguinius, Ferrus and Isa arrived at the foot of the throne in the subspace. A phantom sat on the throne, and countless praises, sacrifices, and screams from far away poured into the phantom, making him more and more solid.

"The God Emperor..." Sanguinius sighed after seeing this. He was not interested in religion. But after experiencing so many ups and downs, the Primarchs' views on religion have become much broader.

In the past, they were opposed to religion because they felt that the chattering of gods and gods had no benefit except controlling people's hearts. Gods and other things were just delusions of people with limited understanding of the world.

But now, they must look at faith and subspace with a more pragmatic and objective attitude. Believers have their own gods, and unbelievers have their own gods. Since we can't hide from them, we might as well find ways to create a positive god.

"Alas... Times have changed, and we have become the same people as Lorgar." Ferus could also understand Sanguinius's mood, and put his hand on the angel's shoulder, "But existence means It’s understandable, maybe the so-called gods and witchcraft should also be considered the category of science.”

Sanguinius laughed twice, "These words seem like something Magnus could say."

When the two of them sighed, Isa also floated to the edge of the virtual image, decorating the golden throne with lush plants, and the ferocious and cold skeleton decoration became much gentler. At the same time, Isa wrapped the virtual image with a huge bud and guided the energy of the Tree of Life into it.

On a planet where the Tree of Life was planted, people relocated from dilapidated hives that were worse than rebuilt. The filthy tribes at the bottom and the rich at the top all walk on a broad road.

It was dark night, but there were no stars falling from the sky. Thick clouds enveloped the planet, making the climate very cold. Many people wore three layers of clothing and even wrapped themselves in a blanket to avoid freezing to death. The army stood on both sides of the road, supervising everyone not to break away from the walking team. They were ruthless and had many questions in their hearts.

"Political Commissar, why do we do this?" the major asked the political commissar beside him, and received the answer that he could only obey orders.

Torches and oil lamps provided light sources, and from a high altitude, the walking crowd looked like fiery snakes spreading across the surface of the planet.

Suddenly, the crowd, who could only breathe and tremble, became excited. In the darkness, they saw the outline of a giant tree right in front of them. The leaves that glowed green and red during the day were actually showing a faint golden light at this time, which suddenly led everyone's thoughts to praying to the God Emperor in the church on Sunday.

The bishops and congregants of the state church shouted at this time, "This is the blessing of the God Emperor. Believers, thank him for his gifts and love!"

Everyone knelt down devoutly and prayed to the Tree of Life. Wish you peace, health and good weather in the coming year. Many beliefs were poured into the Tree of Life, and then turned into the power shared by Isa and the God-Emperor. These powers later became the water that nourished the buds.

Time passed bit by bit, and the tightly closed buds slowly opened and bloomed, and the figure of the God Emperor was looming under the cover of the petals.

"Is there something wrong?" Sanguinius and Ferus looked at each other. Just as they were about to say something, they were so shocked that the God-Emperor was born in the bud.

"Isa! What have you done!"

"Me? I didn't do anything. I just followed the previous plan to make the God-Emperor more gentle and controllable." Isa giggled, with a hint of joking in her sincerity.