"Brother Leman Russ should still be alive. As humanity's development of the warp deepens, we should be able to find him."
Ron thought.
He was very much looking forward to the Wolf King's return. That way, warp colonization would gain another Primarch-level combat force, and one who understood the warp extremely well.
He was the only loyal Primarch of the Imperium who had yet to return. Even brothers like Guilliman and Jaghatai Khan missed him deeply.
He hoped that brother would be able to witness humanity's victory and prosperity.
To be honest, with the progress of the Warp Colonization Project, if that brother delayed for another few hundred or even thousand years before returning, perhaps by then humanity would already have suppressed the Chaos Gods and won The Great Game.
Of course, that was assuming nothing unexpected happened in the meantime. No one knew what kind of damned thing the Chaos Gods might pull out when facing disadvantage and threats.
A trace of vigilance flashed through Ron's heart. "Although the advantage is mine now, I still can't underestimate these beings with eternal life."
Once they truly started fighting for their lives, it was still uncertain who would win or lose."
Ron did not dwell on this issue for too long. He turned around again, lay back on the Throne, and closed his eyes to rest.
There were too many things he needed to pay attention to and worry about. Apart from humanity's colonization plan, he also had to work hard to expand the Divine Domain of his Dark Side Avatar, the "Lord of Hell."
Development on two fronts.
This was the warp. Once the final great war broke out, humanity's side would have to have the power of a supreme god assisting it.
Without realizing it, Ron's consciousness drifted toward