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

In the quiet desert, except for the crackle of burning firewood, there was the emperor's chatter and laughter.

He was telling a joke, and judging from the results, he was the only one who was amused by his joke. The others listened helplessly and winked at Malcador, signaling him to let the emperor be quiet for a while.

Malcador shook his head and smiled helplessly, just holding the long wooden staff and blanket and closing his eyes to relax.

It was a pleasure to have a fire to keep warm on a cold night, and Malcador was not willing to use large movements to dissipate the heat that he had finally trapped.

"Haha..." Erda covered her mouth and smiled softly, her eyebrows arched, her eyes never leaving the emperor's strong body.

Orpeson wiped his spear again and again, holding a cigarette in his mouth. He interrupted the emperor's joke and asked in a dubious tone, "What did you say you wanted to do? Save humanity?"

"That's right." The emperor said confidently. This excessive self-confidence was a bit arrogant.

Orpeson blew out a puff of smoke and asked the Emperor to continue his plan.

"We're going to build a giant wall to keep all the chaos on the other side, and we're going to make those four assholes pay for it."

"Pfft..." Malcador, who closed his eyes, smiled softly at the emperor's description, but did not express any objection.

"Wall? Just relying on our group of people? I think this is not enough." Orpeson shook his head. He did not think this was a good plan.

"Of course it's not just us. We need to build a legion, and the leader who leads them is Erda and I's children. They will inherit my and Erda's merits and become guardians who protect mankind."

"Elda? I thought she was just a clever geneticist."

"No, no, in fact Erda's genome is very rare. It can match my genome...you know how to create some real children." The emperor felt a little embarrassed when he said this, and his hand subconsciously inserted into the sand. Stir twice.

"A real child?" Olpeson was even more confused.

Machado on the side said that Olpeson would definitely regret continuing to ask.

Regret?

How can it be!

Orpeson, who did not believe in evil, continued to ask, and finally Erda answered Orpeson's question.

Clones made from ordinary female genomes would lose activity within a few seconds, and no matter what method Erda used, she could not reverse this process.

"What about normal childbirth? You can't give people to social security, right? Haha!" Orpeson thought he had told a vulgar joke, but when he saw the darkened faces of the Emperor, Malcador, and Erda, Just understand that the joke might be true.

"so you?"

The emperor stood up angrily and said half defensively and half guilty, "How could I understand at the time? I thought everyone was like this...then why is there the word 'social security'?"

"Okay, okay... stop talking, I can't stand it anymore." Orpeson stuck out his tongue disgustingly. Malcador and Erda were amused by his quarrel with the emperor.

After the laughter passed, Erda lay on her back on the Emperor's legs, so that she could have a good angle to appreciate the Emperor's square and shapely chin.

"So you have everything planned?"

"In fact, Malcador and I have planned it. Malcador will be in power and Orpeson will be the war commander!"

"Hey! I'm not a war commander! Your name is too good!" Olpeson shouted.

Malcador laughed even harder. The folds on his face were squeezed into a ball, and his body was shaking slightly. The long staff in his arms was about to fall to the ground several times. He pointed at the emperor, "I won't do these jobs then. , I’m old enough, it’s time to enjoy life.”

"Old? You are more energetic than anyone else when playing chess!" the emperor retorted with his lips curled up.

Laughter echoed in the desert, and then the scene changed to a chaotic and dirty field headquarters, with a strange style of coexistence of advanced and backward.

There is a spear hanging on the wall. The handle is made of wood, and the blade is a polished electronic component wrapped around the stick with bandages and tape.

If it weren't for the reminder from bystanders, Lin Fan would have thought that this was an orc camp.

"I've said it many times Waldo, if we can avoid fighting through diplomacy, we don't need to go in directly."

The Emperor's voice came from outside the unknown animal skin door curtain, and he hurriedly broke into the house, wearing gleaming golden armor.

Behind him was Valdor, the leader of the Custodes, a loyal warrior who was explaining his actions.

"They secretly prepared a bomb made of chemical poison, just under the table..."

"Oh, that's nothing. It's just some wine that tastes weird to me. You shouldn't react so violently."

"They are traitors..." Waldo held back for a long time before these words came out of his mouth. The emperor shook his head helplessly and ordered him not to follow suit again.

"Emperor!" A soldier wearing half armor walked in. Although he only had a mortal body, Waldo did not show any contempt.

The Tupolov Lancers are adept at riding ferocious mechanical war horses for large-scale assaults in the nuclear wasteland. They were once loyal to the tyrant Karagan, and now they serve the Emperor's unification cause loyally.

Facing the old regiment leader who had made great contributions, the emperor also showed full respect. He handed a small glass of pure water to the regiment leader and encouraged him to drink it with his eyes.

While savoring the sweetness of the pure water, the leader told the Emperor some terrible news.

The Thunder Warriors rebelled.

The Emperor's eyes widened in surprise, unable to believe what he heard.

When he brought the Custodes and early Space Marines to Mount Ararat, he discovered that things were worse than he had heard.

The Old Hundred, recruited from the technological warlords, are exchanging fire with the Thunder Warriors. Even though these powerful genetic warriors have gone through an annihilation battle, their combat strength is still formidable.

The melee strength of individual Thunder Warriors even makes the Forbidden Army feel troublesome.

"Traitor." Waldo spat coldly.

The Emperor showed no anger and sighed heavily, allowing Valdor to take back his words.

"They're out of control and that's my problem, not theirs."

"My lord?"

Looking into Valdor's eyes, the Emperor issued his order.

Give them rest.

An army led by the Emperor himself destroyed the out-of-control Thunder Warriors, inflicting considerable damage to the Custodes and the first-generation Space Marines in the process.

Mount Ararat was torn apart by the flames of war, and the corpses of giants could even make the steep cliffs easy for mortals to climb to the top.

Faced with the corpses of the Thunder Warriors, the only thing the Emperor could do was commemorate their achievements with a banner sewn by his own hands.

“These are all necessary means to realize our bigger dreams.”

The Emperor's voice was blown away by the wind, and was heard by no one but Valdor.