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

The emperor raised his hand, and his left hand and right hand showed two different pictures.

The scene presented in the left hand is the wreckage of war, displaced people, and countless worlds trembling under the iron boots of aliens and chaos.

The loss of a family and the separation of wives and children are just the mildest of such tragic situations. Groups of living people were tied up and loaded with iron chains like cargo, and then thrown into altars and shrines to sacrifice to the gods of destruction.

The dissolved crowds merged into nightmare-like mountains. The piercing pillars of fire were more numerous than the hairs on a human body. They were inserted into the mountains, forming one chaotic and evil scene after another.

The picture presented in the right hand is completely opposite. There is no war raging on the land, no bombardment of steaming oceans. Some people live in the hive, some live in the wilderness, and some live in modern cities.

A picture depicts all the living conditions in the vast territory of the empire. There are good and bad lives, and the only thing they have in common is peace and stability.

The Emperor looked at Hope, clasped his hands, and the displayed image disappeared. He said to Hope in a deep voice, "It's either them or you. This is the price of loyalty."

Hope looked at the Emperor, recalling how he had been inducted into the Weeper Chapter.

"Live up to the blood of Sanguinius..." The metal words engraved on the most obvious places in the Chapter's archives echoed in Hope's mind.

As sons of angels, we will never watch mortals pass away, fight for those who are not as powerful as us, and live to die for the ones we love.

The Emperor looked at Hope as he was lost in memories and showed no emotion. There was no emotion, anger, or joy, and even when he was showing the scene to Hope, his voice was calm and calm.

He knew the pain and struggle in the weeper's heart, but he didn't care.

He had seen too many such things in his long life. Before the emergence of the Lamenters Chapter, there were also Salamander Chapters fighting in the dark galaxy with the same philosophy.

There is no substantial difference between the comfort this time and the last time. It is nothing more than changing from a confused salamander to an equally confused wailer.

That's all, and that's all it will be. No matter how much the Emperor's humanity pitied the brave warriors of the galaxy who fought for hope, he would not allow his emotions to interfere with the execution of his plans.

The Emperor calmly ordered Hope to stand up. He had orders to give to both Chapters.

"Bashar."

Bashar heard the Emperor's voice, and the excitement of glory filled his body. He raised his face, restraining himself not to lose his composure in front of the Emperor.

"The Lamenters are not the cursed people, you repeat."

"Those who weep are not the cursed!"

Bashar finished reciting word for word, and a layer of cold sweat formed on the back of his neck, just because he hesitated for a few tenths of a second and did not react at the end of the emperor's order.

What a shame! The first meeting with the great emperor, he made such a big mistake!

Bashar hated the weakness of his body. His tongue trembled. He used his teeth to punish the stupid tongue. Blood and minced meat soaked his mouth. He considered whether he should replace this stupid tongue with a machine. equipment.

"Did you see him? His words are my words, and his will is my will." The Emperor focused the light on Lin Fan, making him look more conspicuous.

The Sharks and the Lamenters paid tribute to Lin Fan. No one asked about Lin Fan's identity. They were only loyal to the orders of the great emperor.

"And these Eldar, they are friends of the Empire and our allies against Chaos. You are forbidden to attack them."

These words made Bashar and Hope excited. They raised their heads suddenly and stared at the Emperor in surprise. They realized that this was disrespectful and quickly lowered their heads.

Bashar dared to ask, "My great Emperor... They are filthy xenos! Enemies of humanity! We should destroy them all! I will show my loyalty to you with their blood and bones."

The Emperor looked at Bashar, wondering when he had needed alien blood and bones to prove his loyalty. Could it be that he and Khorne had the same interests?

Turning to look at the wailer, Hope also seemed hesitant to speak, and the Emperor indicated that he could also express his views.

"They have caused unimaginable suffering on the planet, they have subjected the warriors of the Chapter to unimaginable torture, they have polluted and plundered the Chapter's gene-seed banks... My Emperor... they are guilty!"

"Then you are going to disobey my orders?"

When the emperor said these words, his tone changed from calm to cold, and the light shining on the warriors was no longer as gentle as before.

Depressed silence filled the hall. The Space Marines were puzzled by the Emperor's pity for the aliens and were unwilling to disobey the Emperor's orders. They only wanted a reason, a reason to ally with the aliens.

It's a pity that the Emperor possessed by Perturabo still has more of a divine side. He doesn't want to waste time explaining anything to the Space Marines, just like he once didn't describe his plan to his descendants. He was very disappointed with the silent resistance of the Devouring Shark and the Weeper. He thought these tools would be more handy, but he didn't expect that the tools would need to be polished by him personally.

Maybe I should send a Black Templar fleet over, they are at least obedient.

Looking at the emperor with an impatient expression, Lin Fan knew that his cold side was showing up again. He simply stood in front of the emperor and took over the right to speak.

"O glorious warriors! You are now participating in a sacred mission! A mission composed by the Emperor himself! A mission to reverse the power of the dark enemy!"

Lin Fan's high-pitched and passionate words, combined with the difficult to pronounce and complicated high-gothic language, made his speech look like the imperial bishop's personal sermon.

The emperor glanced at Lin Fan in surprise. He was surprised that this guy who was tired of religious red tape would do something like this. It also made his light shine brighter. The sacred background music sounded and changed with Lin Fan's words. It rises and falls.

"These Eldar friends! They are the key to this great mission! They are the key to the resurrection of a son of the Emperor, and they are also the comrades who severely damaged the Dark Evil God! The Emperor has entrusted this great mission to your hands, and returned I personally come down to give you a revelation, but you cannot understand the Emperor’s good intentions! Still resisting the Emperor’s orders with a silent attitude, what a blasphemy and shame!”

The Space Marines were stunned, and they all knelt down. Horrified that he had interfered with the Emperor's grand plans.