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

The Great Crusade was a war of expansion on a galactic scale, with countless fleets and armies as numerous as the sands of the Ganges fighting side by side over vast distances that could only be crossed by relying on warp navigation and psychic communication.

This war has such a huge scale and changes that it is difficult for the imperial high-level officials to grasp the accurate situation. The Emperor and Malcador do not have the time or energy to control the legions scattered throughout the galaxy. They can only hope that they can follow the established plans. Plan to move on.

【I choose to believe in my children. ] The busy emperor took the document submitted by Malcador, [They are excellent and mature, and their desire to recreate the golden age of mankind is consistent with mine. They will not let me down! 】

Malcador ignored the Emperor, but frowned and called Waldo over, "How long has he been alone in the webway and the throne interface?"

Waldo glanced at the emperor nervously, and Malcador tapped Waldo's golden armor with his double-headed eagle staff, "Answer my question, don't look at him."

The Emperor glanced quickly at Waldo, the threat quite obvious.

Malcador raised his hand to block the emperor's psychic power, and slowly straightened his waist, which was a little stooped due to work. At this moment, the imperial prime minister looked so majestic.

Caught between the two great gods, even Waldo, the leader of the Forbidden Army, found it difficult to breathe.

He is loyal, so he will not betray the Emperor.

He was loyal, so he would not tell lies to the Emperor's best friend, Chancellor Malcador.

Big beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, which made people feel even more exhausted than killing millions of orcs alone.

"Oh... forget it." Malcador sighed and stooped down again. It seemed that the reason he could barely stand was because he relied on the double-headed eagle staff in his hand.

"Emperor, don't stay in the interface between the webway and the throne for too long...you are starting to become a little autistic now."

【autistic? I don't think so. I'm in a good situation now, and the work on the network is progressing steadily. 】

"Very good? Do you realize that you haven't spoken to me since just now? You've been bombarding my brain with psychic energy!"

The emperor's face turned red for a rare moment. He coughed slightly and opened his mouth to apologize to Malcador.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward, so the Emperor opened the document and browsed it carefully. This is important information collected from all over the galaxy by the intelligence department formed by Malcador.

Rumors, hearsay, unkind speculation...

For the Emperor, this is the message above. He will not stop the operations of a certain legion just because they have some problems.

The peaceful days of the Warp were so precious that the Emperor wished he could break the day into a month. Should the Warp Storm erupt before the completion of the Webway, all the sins endured in silence will be magnified over the years until the entire Imperium of Mankind is once again shattered.

efficiency! efficiency! efficiency!

We must complete the plan before the four gods!

The Emperor flipped through the pages very quickly, and the information that Malcador's department had spent years integrating took up dozens of seconds of the Emperor's precious time.

Could this be a pastime? A way to call the Emperor out of the Webway and Throne Interface?

Waldo looked at the Emperor and Malcador thoughtfully. The interface between the Webway and the Throne was a nightmare place, where twisted and deformed monsters would never stop screaming.

That kind of terror made all the atrocities carefully crafted by the Dark Eldar seem ridiculous and inferior. Waldo would sometimes wonder from what evil place the Emperor and Malcador found the Throne, a terrifying device that combines advanced technology and despair.

What will happen if you sink into the throne for too long?

autistic? Social fear?

Waldo didn't understand the meaning of these two words, and Malcador only told him that they were lost words from ancient times and would not explain the meaning to him.

Maybe this is why the two of them are great! Carrying dark knowledge and destiny, we strive to open up a paradise where humans can live in a lightless land!

Valdor felt inspired. He unconsciously looked at the Emperor's face and found traces of anger etched on the solemn and tired face of the Lord of Mankind.

"Is this true?" The Emperor closed the document and asked Malcador in disbelief as he closed his eyes.

"I think so," Malcador replied and used his psychic powers to burn the report in the Emperor's hand to ashes.

"It seems I should go out for a while..."

"I will keep an eye on the throne and leave as soon as possible."

"Yes." The Emperor walked away with heavy steps, and Waldo followed closely behind him. He saw shock, disappointment, and anger in every footprint of the Lord of Mankind.

......

What would become of a world attacked by Space Marine Legions?

The survivors guard the fragmented world. They used to be afraid of aliens, wizards, and monsters and gods of wild beliefs. Now they are afraid of the barbaric rule left by the empire.

The dead winds floating among the ruins spoke of the Empire's creed of truth, and the Word Bearers stood on the mountaintop listening to Lorgar's words.

That the Emperor is a god is a well-established rule among the Word Bearers Legion, and in their relentless propaganda there is a hint of agreement among the soldiers of other legions.

Who else but a god could start such a great cause and make the unstoppable Primarch shed his blood for it?

While other legions spilled the blood of their conquests across the land and filled the shipping lanes with tax-paying ships, the Word Bearers lingered alone, raising temples among the ruins and praising the Emperor's holiness with planet-level masses. with greatness.

Priests and priests were sent to preach among the conquered people, telling them that the new god would win the final victory.

Those who are loyal to the Emperor will live! Those who betray the Emperor will be destroyed!

This fanatical religious behavior gave the soldiers of other legions some ideas, and the ideas gathered into rumors circulated among the legions and floated in the ears of the Primarch.

This was not enough for the Empire's top brass to make a harsh decision on a descendant of the Emperor, but when the achievements of the Great Crusade were refreshed again and again, the Empire's top brass knew what they had to do.

The time and resources spent conquering worlds was heartbreaking for officials, and the luxury of rebuilding them again and establishing a godly culture on the planet was even more of a luxury.

While other legions brought hundreds of worlds to their knees, the Word Bearers only recaptured a fraction of their friendly forces!

Many Logistics officers were angry that the Word Bearers demanded vast amounts of supplies but never paid more in taxes, which to them was a betrayal of the cause of the Great Crusade.

Things were fermenting, and the emperor came in person. Under the shadow of the majestic and huge ship, there was a figure of Luojia who felt guilty but pretended to be calm.