Chapter 745 Where Is My Son?

Terra is unified, but the planet is still devastated.

As the core of human civilization with advanced science, elegant art and amazing technology, the glory of the old Earth has disappeared.

Warlord wars continue, and the whole world has become a huge battlefield of long-term attrition war.

Chemical, biological and thermonuclear weapons of mass destruction are scattered on the earth without any care. The solid doomsday fortress stands in the ruins. Under the towering walls are a group of degenerate and barbaric nomads, crazy prophets, cybernetics-enhanced warlords and mutant leaders.

The succession of tyrants cannot quell the war, and the rise and fall of pocket empires often occur.

In the cycle of destruction and reconstruction, countless dreams are crushed, and hundreds of millions of people disappear in the flames of war, leaving only some distant horror legends floating in the wasteland.

Karagan. Karagan.

The Emperor stared at the name on the animal skin.

As the ruler of the vast Ursh Empire, he was brutal and powerful, commanding a barbarian army whose minds were controlled by chemicals. Behind this leader stood the Four Gods, and he was just a puppet.

The Chaos Magic achieved by sacrificing people made the vast plains of Old Russia and Central Asia full of distortion and pollution, which consumed a lot of the Emperor's energy to deal with these problems.

But these are all trivial matters, the Emperor told himself, he only needs to spend a little time and effort to solve the pollution problem of the plains.

Malcador has contacted the Mechanicus on Mars and dug up a usable spaceship from the ground.

The Great Crusade will soon enter the second stage, and things are going in a good direction.

It would be better if Orpesson and Erda had not left.

The Emperor frowned, he sighed deeply, thinking of his previous quarrels with Orpesson and Erda.

"Do you think you are the savior? I don't think so! Your methods are no different from those of the finalists we once fought against! Let me guess, that damn throne of ascension is also part of your plan, right?"

Orperson threw a medal made of animal bones to the ground fiercely. It was a gift given to him by the Emperor himself.

Valdo was very angry. He blocked Orperson's way and stared at Orperson's face with cold eyes.

"Gene slave warrior, great!" Orperson was not afraid of Valdo who was much taller than him. The Emperor did not want to see the two of them fighting here.

"Let him go." The Emperor's face was buried in the shadows, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

Valdo made way for Orperson, and the Emperor never saw his first warmaster again.

Later, it was Erda. As the most trusted genetic expert of the Emperor, she had the right to enter and exit all laboratories in the bunker.

Including the laboratory where 20 gene primarchs were cultivated.

The alarm sounded, and an open subspace rift made the Emperor's hair stand on end. When he led the Imperial Guards to the underground, he saw only Erda standing alone in the empty laboratory.

The Emperor wanted to get angry and roar. But he looked at the four gloomy shadows behind Erda, and the words on his lips could not be said.

There is no reason to be a thief for a thousand days. Even if Erda did not do it, there would be other accidents.

Erda left and lost contact in Africa. The Emperor could only use the remaining materials to make up for it, and the result of this birth was the Thunder Warrior.

They were unstable, but the Emperor did not have much to do. The only thing he could do was to record their contributions in the "Declaration of Unity" for future generations to admire.

"The Battle of Mount Ararat in the Kingdom of Urartu was the last battle of the Unification War. In this great battle, the last Thunder Warrior died heroically, and Arik Taranis raised the Lightning Banner. From now on, their merits will remain forever on the land of Terra and be immortalized."

The Emperor stopped writing, rubbed his eyes, and carefully reviewed this paragraph to see if there were any loopholes.

There was no other problem except that it was inconsistent with the facts. The Emperor nodded and put the document aside.

He picked up a battle damage report, which was submitted by the Imperial Guards after cleaning the battlefield of Mount Ararat.

Thanks to the assistance of the Imperial Guards, otherwise the casualties of the newly born Astartes Legion would have at least doubled four or five times.

In addition to these powerful gene warriors, the casualties of the 100-man regiment composed of mortals also made the Emperor look sideways.

It's just that this time they are not counting individual numbers, but one after another of the organizations that have been removed from the list.

"This is just the beginning." The Emperor closed his eyes, and there will be more tragic casualties in the future.

Attack from Terra in all directions, reclaim the Milky Way and return it to the Empire, promote the Imperial Truth in a world where order collapses and evil gods and aliens are rampant, restore production on conquered planets as soon as possible, and then continuously transfuse blood for the Great Crusade and the Webway Project, and establish a mature mortal parliament system to counter the expeditionary forces led by the Primarch.

Many people will die in this process, and many worlds will be burned. Sometimes the Emperor also thinks in the dead of night whether it is worth it for him to do all this.

Worth it.

Maybe I won't win, but at least I can't let those four bastards live too comfortably.

"My Lord, we found the surviving Thunder Warriors, they are in the slums of Bavaria." Waldo contacted the Emperor and asked for his order.

The Emperor heard the murderous intent in Waldo's flat tone, so he asked, "What are the Thunder Warriors doing?"

"He is a gladiator in an underground arena. He is drinking a bottle of alcohol mixed with gasoline and industrial alcohol in the house." Waldo answered.

"Leave him alone." The Emperor ordered, "If some Thunder Warriors get rid of the troubles of genetic surgery by relying on their uniqueness, let them live quietly."

"As you wish, my Lord."

The Emperor felt painful after dealing with these things. He could accept the death and injury of countless innocent people during the Unification War with great regret, but he could not easily accept the doubts of his comrades who did not agree with his ideas.

The last one to leave was Orpesson, and the next one to leave was Erda, and maybe even Malcador would leave him.

In the end, only the Emperor was left walking on this difficult and arduous road.

Such a future made the Emperor a little scared and confused. He hurriedly called Malcador and said that he wanted to play a game of chess with him to connect with him.

"You look confused." Malcador made a move. He understood that the Emperor did not find him just to play chess.

"I'm starting to worry about those kids now. They might end up in a den full of witchcraft and become the lackeys of those four bastards when they're vulnerable."