The Savior: "Damn it, it's the Cyclonic Torpedo, I can handle it!"

Could it hold?!

"Why wasn't there any response?"

After Ron sent a Psyker Power message to The Emperor, he received no reply at all. The communication seemed to vanish like a stone dropped into the sea.

His brows furrowed slightly.

"Sigh. Could the old man have fallen asleep again? This is happening more and more often."

After Ron noticed the problem, his consciousness sank into the Warp and took control of the Sun of Hope.

Now, relying on the Sun of Hope, the Tyranid Hive, the Ork Network, and his cloned body, his consciousness flew back and forth through the Galaxy and the Warp.

He manipulated the situation.

He also experienced how The Emperor had felt all these years, incarnating as a god and going around bestowing blessings upon Living Saints.

Though the old man was stubborn about it, this method was no different from what the Chaos Gods did.

That feeling of controlling everything was fascinating, intoxicating.

It was power above earthly kingship, a lofty god standing above life itself, directly controlling the bodies, minds, and faith of living beings.

If one's will was even a little weak, it would probably be very easy to lose oneself in such power and become a prisoner of the Warp.

For The Emperor to have remained lucid all this time and refused to admit he was a god had not been easy either.

Ron controlled himself very well too, mainly because The Emperor was there to keep him in check.

He knew that no matter how badly he blew up, it would never be more terrifying than the Holy Sun blowing up.

In the Galaxy and the Warp, who did not fear that ultimate giant bomb?

Under these circumstances, the Chaos Gods probably could not even sleep, dreaming day and night of