Chapter 1045 Preparation for Creation

The Emperor's Children and the Word Bearers became the first attacking troops at the request of their respective Primarchs. They would use their actions to atone for their past sins.

So the Emperor turned his attention to Magnus again. When Magnus thought that the Emperor wanted him to sit on the throne and work, the Emperor mentioned the Thousand Sons who had been reduced to ashes.

"You go find Iverene. I heard from Lin Fan that the Eldar have some ways to reverse the red letter spell."

"Really?"

Seeing the Emperor nod, Magnus' heart became active. He said goodbye to the Emperor hastily and turned away. The Emperor sighed as he looked at Magnus's anxious back. Ten thousand years had not made Magnus more mature. Why did this child only grow physically but not mentally?

Maybe he knew too many spells, which squeezed the space in his brain?

The Emperor couldn't say for sure, but just watched Magnus leave. In order to prevent the little guy from causing any more trouble, he even deliberately put some energy on Magnus' back.

He shifted his gaze and fell on Curze again. Curze didn't have a good face for the Emperor at all, and hissed with disgust, which reminded the Emperor of those kittens with their fur standing up and their backs arched to intimidate the enemy.

"You..." The Emperor chewed his words for a long time, and didn't know what to say to Curze. He had to touch his head to comfort him, and then let Fulgrim take Curze away and find a quiet place to stay.

Looking at Angron, this guy who had been furious in the Butcher's Nail was now unusually quiet. In addition to the influence of the cold living metal body, if Angron didn't move, he would actually be no different from a statue.

The two were silent for a long time. Angron stood up and turned away without saluting or saying goodbye. He didn't want to come to the palace in the first place, and he was surprisingly patient to sit quietly until now.

Angron can do whatever he wants. After so much, he must be tired of blood and fighting.

The Emperor thought so, and the arrangement of the Primarch was roughly completed. Ferrus still needs to lead the Legion of the Damned for a while. The God-Emperor left all the authority to him before he disappeared. In a sense, the Golden Throne in the hearts of the people of the Empire is now guarded by Ferrus. But Ferrus felt that he was clumsy and called Sanguinius to manage together. Although the Archangel was not happy to do these jobs, he still felt sorry for the Emperor's fatigue over the years and reluctantly accepted it.

Only the Emperor and Odemeier were left in the throne room, and everyone had work to do. The Emperor felt panic in the silence. He had not experienced the feeling of leisure for a long time. The reconstruction of Terra was taken away by Dorn, and many political affairs of the central government were taken over by the Guards. It seemed that everyone hoped that the Emperor could rest for a few days.

Odemaier, who was concentrating on adjusting the throne, felt the emperor's discomfort, so she turned her back to the emperor and said, "You have been sitting on the throne for so many years, don't you have anything you want to do?"

The emperor was silent for a while. It would have been better if Odemaier didn't mention it. As soon as he mentioned it, he felt uncomfortable all over his body, especially his back, which was dry and itchy. The emperor reached out his hand to touch his back, and scratched it a few times with his hand, but it didn't relieve it.

Odemaier came over, put his hand on the Emperor's broad back and scratched it, and couldn't help complaining, "The first wish of their mighty and sacred emperor after he stepped down from the throne was to scratch his back. What will the people of the Empire think?"

"Hehe...I'm afraid they will peel off the skin on their backs and scrub it with an iron brush. Even without Chaos, the current Empire is not a good regime. It's just a twisted fortress to fight Chaos."

The Emperor said this, and then he also felt like joking. After all, Odemaier was also an old man in the Golden Age, and talking to her felt almost the same as talking to Malcador.

"It's an honor to scratch my back. Not to mention the people of the Empire, even my children would fight to the death for this job."

"Back scratching rebellion, right?"

The two laughed, and Odemaier continued, "If my father saw me scratching your back, you would be drowned in academic homework."

"That's really scary."

The Emperor moved his shoulders and felt his back was much more comfortable.

"After adjusting the throne, I have to deal with the things in this underground prison."

"Did the teacher give you the authority?"

"Of course, these things were honest and dutiful in my time, but now they have become a problem, so it's better to deal with them." As he said that, Odemaier took out a pen from the pocket on his chest, on which the full name of Odemaier's father was clearly printed.

In the Golden Age, Odemaier's father and the leader of the final product were two giants in the scientific community. Although they made different choices in the end, they have become the dust of history, leaving only some relics for the Emperor and Odemaier to recall.

After patting the Emperor on the back, Odemayer returned to the throne. The Emperor sat back in his chair, closed his eyes and fell asleep. He really needed a good rest.

On the other side, Lin Fan and the Silent King passed through the hyperspace tunnel and came to the area where the brilliant star map was stored. The dynasty that kept the satellite map was ready to welcome the Silent King.

The Void Dragon followed behind them. As the master of technology, his power alone could easily surpass the combined power of tens of millions of warlocks. Orikan's consciousness was completely extracted by him and sealed into a new body. Trazyn was so happy to see that Orikan was safe and sound, but he would not expose his joy. He just complained in a bad tone that Orikan was really lucky.

Orikan didn't bother to pay attention to Trazyn's cold words. He had seen the fight between Trazyn and Curze clearly in Angron's body, and knew that Trazyn was a proud and arrogant person who said he hated her but was honest.

To be honest, Orikan was still very moved to be treated like this by Trazyn. In their race that had lost their souls, this kind of human interaction was extremely precious. This is why, when they have more efficient ways of communication, they often abandon them and just use voice to complete the communication. Imitating the past life can make them feel more or less alive.

Lin Fan saw the brilliant star map. The appearance of this mysterious and powerful device surprised Lin Fan. The big-butt monitor and the white case look so friendly, and the mouse is even the outdated model with the ball bearing that can be removed.

"Are you satisfied?" The Silent King looked at Lin Fan touching things here and there, thinking that he was a little dissatisfied, but Lin Fan didn't think so.

"Very good, this kind of thing is easy for me to understand. At that time, I was thinking about what to do if the Brilliant Star Map was too complicated."

"Then let's get started."