"In that case, all the Loyalist Primarchs will have returned to the Imperium."
Ron sighed.
If the Wolf King came back, then every Loyalist Primarch would have returned. They would once again fight for the Imperium, and for humanity.
It was not just the Loyalist Primarchs. The Fallen Primarchs were also under his control. In other words, he, The Savior, possessed the strength of the vast majority of the Primarchs.
They had originally been created by The Emperor as the main force to resist the Chaos Gods. Each of them was a commander, even a leader, capable of holding his own, and in this Great Game they were an enormous asset.
Otherwise, with him alone, it would be difficult to maintain such a vast front at the same time.
Buzz—
A virtual projection appeared in midair, and Ron connected to The Emperor's exclusive trans-Warp communication channel.
The old man had no way to enter the Warp, and even extending Psyker Power into the Warp was extremely risky, so they could only communicate through physical transmission.
"The Emperor really is living carefree now—" Ron looked at the image on the virtual projection and could not help sighing.
In this Warp Colonization Project, The Emperor could not help much. He could only hold down the Galaxy and pass the time while he was at it.
If nothing life-or-death happened in the Galaxy, there was no need for The Emperor to act. As long as the old man existed, serving as an anchor was enough.
Moreover, it was not as if The Emperor ignored everything.
Although the old man had retired, he still kept the Primarch children in mind, and from time to time he would check on their situation.
Then he would offer them guidance or scold them.
Even though The Emperor