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

"Alas..." With a sigh of hatred, tears of regret flowed from the corners of Lin Fan's eyes, "You were selected by the Emperor to participate in this mission, but now it seems that you are still not qualified to help the Emperor... .My great Emperor, please forgive me for this foolish man’s proposal, which is a stain on your great plan due to my ill-considered suggestions.”

After Lin Fan finished speaking, he knelt down towards the emperor and crawled down, making a gesture of feeling guilty and begging for death.

"I thought that the efficiency of the Shark Chapter and the mercy of the Lamenters Chapter would make your plan come true... It's all my fault! It's all my fault!" Lin Fan cried harder and harder. He howled and beat the ground. Maybe Feeling that this behavior was not enough atonement, Lin Fan used his head to dig holes in the deck of the Eldar ship.

Ifreni wanted to say something else, but she shut up and asked her men to call the spirit bone master to repair the ship later.

The emperor watched Lin Fan's performance and understood what he meant, and followed Lin Fan's performance to express his deep disappointment to the man-eating shark and the weeper.

"Your mistake has caused the entire human empire to sink into the attack of the tide of destruction! The plan has to be rewritten again..." The emperor looked grave and threw a flame at Lin Fan, "You just live and keep living! Witness your What mistakes have done to the Empire!”

"My Emperor! My Emperor!!!" Lin Fan sobbed guiltily and buried his head deeply into the hole he had just dug.

The Emperor turned his attention to the Sharks and the Lamenters. Wherever he looked, there were Space Marines who were so guilty that they could not support their bodies.

They felt foolish and incompetent for defying the Emperor's orders with such bold silence.

"Since you don't want to, then I can only choose other warriors..." The emperor sighed, and then the light on Perturabo dimmed, and the golden armor gradually degraded into its original color of steel.

Bashar wanted to retain the Emperor. He wanted to apologize for his mistakes, but he was choked by guilt and unable to say a word.

At this moment, the Lamenters shouted to the Emperor, swearing that they would obey the Emperor's orders and that they would not open fire on the Eldar xenos.

"Great Emperor! Please forgive us fools! We are willing to sacrifice everything for your plan! We swear that the entire Chapter will shed the last drop of blood for your will!"

After Hope finished speaking, he also imitated Lin Fan and kowtowed to the ground. His head hit the ground with a few bangs, but no hole was made. The skin on his forehead was somewhat damaged and some blood seeped out.

Bashar also knelt, and they apologized to the Emperor and swore that they would atone for their incompetence.

The golden light dissipated completely, and the Emperor refused to listen to their confession. The Sharks and the Lamenters wept silently, their bodies trembling, the feeling of being disappointed and abandoned by the Emperor making them extremely uncomfortable.

A sigh came, and the golden light appeared again. The emperor lifted all the kneeling warriors up, "Follow his instructions and complete your mission. The empire depends on you."

"We will go through fire and water for your wishes, even if we are broken into pieces, we will never complain."

The Emperor's satisfaction reaches the depths of the souls of all Space Marines, inspiring their will.

Before leaving, the emperor did not forget to remove the special effects on Lin Fan. He asked how Lin Fan looked so similar. Lin Fan said that if you can chat with Slaanesh for a while, you can also learn a lot of performance skills from her.

The Emperor smiled lightly and prepared to leave Perturabo's body.

"Ha... two liars... gave the soldiers a false sacred mission so that they could work for you. You are really good at this, father..."

Perturabo's soul taunted the Emperor, and his soul crouched in the corner of his body, watching the Emperor's majestic and chaotic soul escape.

The Emperor heard Perturabo's complaints, looked at Perturabo, and took a few steps closer.

Perturabo stood up. He tried to straighten up, trying to make himself taller, but his soul was so insignificant compared to the Emperor's soul that he needed to stand far away to not look up to the Emperor. , which is why he squatted in this corner.

Seemingly aware of this, the Emperor compressed his soul projection and became as tall as Perturabo. He stared at Perturabo and remembered his first meeting with Perturabo in Olympia.

"Now that you've looked into my soul, do you know me?"

These words also brought back the memories of Perturabo. He looked at the condensed soul of the Emperor. From this golden spirit, he saw the brokenness, saw the inhuman gods, and saw the projection of the pain of the entire empire. The only thing he didn't see was the man who told him about the vision of the empire.

"If you're not willing to introduce yourself, I can't be bothered to get to know you." Perturabo made no secret of his disgust for the Emperor. If he had a weapon, he would shoot at the Emperor now. "You are just using me. , So what now? Are you still using me? Haha! I tell you, I am no longer your contractor! I will not dig an inch of trench for your empire! Provide a bullet! "

Excited laughter echoed in the soul space. Perturabo had never felt so happy. He stared with a sickly boldness.

"When Ruth mocked me! I should have pinned him to the wall! Instead of enduring it just to get your approval!"

Perturabo rambled on about the humiliations he had suffered during the expedition.

He could have endured the endless battle longer, he could have labored endlessly and continued to provide precise and meticulous calculations.

He could stand the fact that his men received no thanks or recognition, but he could not stand the judgment of his fellow Space Marines and brother Primarchs about his reckless stupidity.

"You know what Russ said? He said, 'Why haven't you sent your people out to dig out the dirt? That's your job!' When he said that, he was no longer my brother! I wish I could embed that wild dog in the wall with my fist!"

"I should take the troops back to Olympus! When you give the order, I should reply: Emperor! You always leave tasks that no one wants to do on me! And let Dorn That stinky stone who is inferior to me has gained the glory that should belong to me!"

"The First Legion has the black technology you gave me, but I have nothing! All the weapons of my Legion were designed by me! My descendants died in droves under the weapons of the Alien Empire! As long as you give me the First Legion One-third of the legion’s technological support! Just one-third! I can reduce casualties by 40%!”