The Savior: The Emperor's Spirit in Heaven, Thinking

Surely he would be pleased too, right?

"This line of thinking..."

After Ron finished reading the ejection plan for the Golden Throne, he felt a little numb all over.

"Whose subordinate could this possibly be, to come up with a plan so inhuman and so heretically blasphemous?"

If this were the Old Imperium, never mind actually implementing a plan that blasphemed the great Emperor to such an extreme.

Even merely proposing it would get you tied to a Cyclonic Torpedo by the Inquisition and the Adeptus Custodes and launched into space.

He thought over what this plan entailed, then sighed. "I never taught you such extreme thinking or methods. Isn't this trying to place me, The Savior, in an unjust position?"

"Whose plan is this?"

Ron asked again, his gaze sweeping across the conference room, wanting to know which genius had proposed the Golden Throne ejection plan.

Yet everywhere his eyes went, every Archmagos lowered their head. No one dared admit to it.

Even in the New Imperium, a plan like this was still rather hard to accept.

No matter what, the Emperor, that Master of Mankind, was the founder of the Imperium. How could he be blasphemed like this?

Even the most extreme members of the Radical Faction within the Adeptus Mechanicus would think the person behind this plan was too extreme.

To put it even more dramatically, even Chaos heretics would not be able to come up with a plan this bold.

"This is my plan."

Suddenly, a firm electronic voice rang out, filled with thick confidence and pride.

That being was clearly very satisfied with his own plan, carrying an air of, "I'm not targeting anyone in particular, but everyone here is trash."

Ron followed the voice and looked toward the conference room doors. A flashy mechanical