The Emperor: Acquires a Purple Phoenix Figurine

The air became eerily quiet.

The noisy players seemed to be under a spell, standing frozen in place.

Neither of them moved, afraid of making a sound and becoming the scapegoat.

"Who I am?"

Where am I?

What am I supposed to do?

In those few seconds, Trajan contemplated countless times the meaning of life and the universe.

To be honest, he didn't really want to face this terrible reality.

The Captain-General of the Adeptus Custodes the God Chosen and slid so far on the smooth ground!!

If word gets out, where will I, as the commander of the Captain-General of the Adeptus Custodes, put my face?

But reality is reality, and it won't disappear just because you try to escape it.

After hesitating for a moment, Trajan rolled over and got up, looking somewhat disheveled.

The Adeptus Custodes and players just watched without saying a word.

The scene was eerily quiet.

Only when Trajan was in action did the sound of the servo motors inside the armor echo in the air.

The players instinctively took a step back.

Trajan glanced around at the God Chosen and sighed inwardly.

Where did Your Majesty find these clowns?!

I organized my thoughts.

Trajan glossed over what had just happened and began the quest storyline in a solemn and serious tone.

"God Chosen, are you here to accept a mission?"

"The brutal War of the Webway drained the Webway forces of their blood, and their bodies are still left in the Webway today."

"As long as you can bring back the bodies of the fallen Imperium heroes, you will gain the Friendship of the Adeptus Custodes and a reward."

"I want to sign up." Warmaster was the first to step forward. "It is my honor to serve the Adeptus Custodes Guard."

After saying that, he clenched his fist and pounded it on his chest, making a loud thud, symbolizing the donation of his heart.

Trajan nodded in satisfaction at this gesture. "Thank you for your dedication, God Chosen, Second Empire Warmaster."

Trajan didn't quite understand the meaning of the other person's name; he was just transliterating it.

The other players, witnessing this scene, were immediately heartbroken and filled with grief and indignation.

This guy beat me to it again.

Trajan's expression, he must be very satisfied with him.

That Warmaster guy is practically an NPC Succubus!!

He always gets maximum favorability with any NPC he interacts with!

Other players also stepped forward.

"Commander, I also want to take on a mission."

"I will never let you down."

"We're all family, so you can't go wrong choosing me."

"Yes, Brother Trajan, I also want a mission, I also want to experience the work of the Adeptus Custodes."

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Slash! Slash!"

"Throne of Skulls and my skull to the God-Emperor. I will give everything for the Emperor."

"..."

The words of the God Chosen echoed in Trajan's ears.

It made him suspect that he was facing a group of Cultists, who were shouting all sorts of blasphemous slogans very fluently.

After the commotion, Trajan issued the order.

Watching the players leave happily, and even saying thank you before leaving, Trajan suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu.

Send the God Chosen to the Webway to retrieve the bodies of fallen heroes, and as a reward, let them do a day's work Adeptus Custodes.

Not only will they not have any objections, they will also thank you.

Trajan initially thought the Living Saint was joking.

Surprisingly, these God Chosen actually thank you.

The players who received the mission quickly got to work.

Recruit staff, develop plans, and discuss how to collaborate.

The scale of War of the Webway is considerable.

Besides the Adeptus Custodes and the Silent Sisterhood, there were also members of the Adeptus Mechanicus of the Conclave Church.

Later, the Adeptus Custodes mobilized another batch of reinforcements from Terra, which also suffered heavy casualties.

Bringing back all the bodies of the deceased would be a huge undertaking.

It's unrealistic to expect players to move the items themselves.

The players recruited some Imperium troops.

They are to be assigned to tasks such as perimeter security and transport.

The Inquisitor of the Inquisition, through some unknown means, learned of the mission given to the God Chosen by Trajan, the Captain-General of the Adeptus Custodes, and decided to participate in it.

They dispatched several Inquisitor and Stormtroopers to join the God Chosen in entering the Webway to investigate some matters.

The Adeptus Mechanicus also responded very positively after receiving the news.

They also wanted to explore the Webway, so they announced their participation in the mission.

Players participating in the mission will also be provided with a batch of newly produced mechanical equipment.

Just as the matter of the Webway was affecting the nerves of various departments...

Qin Yun was in the Imperial Palace, receiving Little Fulgrim, Mathanor, and others.

"Sanguinius?"

The first time I saw Qin Yun,

Mathanor and the other Luna Wolves initially mistook it for Sanguinius.

Because they are so similar, the pair of pure white wings and the Crying Mask are both standard features of Sanguinius.

"I am not Sanguinius." Qin Yun shook his head. "Sanguinius is dead. He was killed by Horus himself on the Vengeful Spirit."

"I am the Emperor's Living Saint, acting as Regent for Roboute Guilliman in Terra, and have the authority to decide your fate."

Mathanor and the others opened their mouths, but ultimately couldn't say anything, their expressions turning very gloomy.

The names Vengeful Spirit and Horus touched a nerve with them.

The betrayal of the Primarch and the Legion turned their hard-won honor into a joke.

The Luna Wolves, once considered a source of pride, is now a name that can no longer be mentioned.

Little Fulgrim didn't speak, but his face was equally gloomy.

"Alright, I brought you here not to discuss things from the past."

Qin Yun spoke in a very gentle tone, trying her best not to put pressure on them.

"It was your Legion and Primarch who betrayed you; you were not involved. The infamy and hatred should not fall on you."

"But considering the public's simple feelings, you should no longer call yourselves Luna Wolves, and you should no longer talk about your past honors, so as to avoid causing unnecessary public opinion and conflict."

The eyes of Mathanor and the Luna Wolves immediately dimmed.

This statement undoubtedly negates the sacrifices they once made.

But considering the information they had seen about the Horus Heresy,

But they also understood that the other party's reasons for doing so were legitimate.

Luna Wolves has long been a term hated by the people of the Imperium.

"We understand, Your Living Saint," Mathanor nodded and said softly.

"What are your plans for yourselves? Will you continue fighting for the Emperor, or retire?" Qin Yun asked Mathanor.

"We want to continue fighting." Mathanor walked up to Qin Yun and knelt on one knee. "Horus's feelings for the Emperor are so sincere, he would never betray the Emperor."

"It's all Abaddon's fault. If he hadn't been so foolish as to trust that guy Erebus, there wouldn't have been the Horus Heresy."

Mathanor has been investigating the origins and details of the Horus Heresy during this time.

Detailed information about this rebellion has long been lost.

But the God Chosen knew the inside story.

Thus, Mathanor used his own weapon to obtain detailed information about the Horus Heresy from a God Chosen knew the inside story.

Mathanor and the others were captured by the Trazyn the Infinite during the Battle of Ullanor.

After the Battle of Ullanor, Horus took over Warmaster.

The Emperor withdrew from the Great Crusade and returned to Terra to build the Webway.

After defeating the false Emperor, the Luna Wolves changed its name to Sons of Horus.

The legion's initial campaign went relatively smoothly, with them conquering numerous worlds in succession.

Until Erebus joined the Legion,

Sons of Horus suffered a series of setbacks, which severely damaged Horus's confidence.

On several occasions, the defeats were caused by Erebus interfering with the battles.

For example, the Interex civilization,

The Expeditionary Force and the delegation from the Interex civilization are already negotiating.

However, Erebus secretly stole the Anathame that the other party was keeping.

This led the Interex civilization to mistakenly believe that the Imperium Expeditionary Force led by Horus was a lackey of Chaos.

This led to a fierce battle between the two sides.

Later, Erebus even publicly revealed at a press conference that Governor Yugan Tamba was the traitor of Davin, putting Horus in an awkward position and forcing him to personally quell the rebellion.

Privately, Erebus then gave the stolen Anathame to Yogan Tamba.

This caused Horus to suffer an incurable wound.

Abaddon and his men were caught off guard by Horus's injuries.

Under the influence of Erebus, Horus was sent to the Davin Temple.

Ultimately, this led to Horus being corrupted by Chaos, which sparked the Horus Heresy.

"We just want Erebus and Abaddon to pay the price, Living Saint," Mathanor said. "That's the only reason we're still alive."

"These two traitors are blessed by the gods; you are no match for them." Qin Yun pointed out a truth that filled Mathanor and the others with despair. "Even if you find them, you cannot kill them."

"Someone has to do it, Living Saint. As long as they bleed, there will always be a way to kill them."

Mathanor spoke with firm conviction; he and the Luna Wolves behind him had made up their minds.

"Since you insist, I will certainly give you my full support." Qin Yun nodded. "I will allow you to accept the Primaris upgrade and obtain the best equipment. I hope you can succeed."

"Thank you for your understanding and support, Your Living Saint." Mathanor looked grateful.

Qin Yun looked at Little Fulgrim, "Now tell me about yourself."

"What do you intend to do with me?"

Little Fulgrim looked at Qin Yun, who stood there, his face ashen, like a prisoner about to be judged.

Before Qin Yun could reply,

A communication came in, the projection device roared, and the beam of light outlined Guilliman's figure out of thin air.

"Living Saint, is there something you need? Why are you in such a hurry to establish communication with me?"

Guilliman's voice came through, full of a light and cheerful tone.

There's been a lot of fighting lately, but he's still quite happy.

Because Terra's affairs are none of his concern.

Qin Yun spearheaded the Imperium political reforms and the reforms of the Adeptus Mechanicus.

It gave him hope that the Imperium would become prosperous again.

If we keep it up...

Why worry that we cannot quell the dark turmoil stirred up by the Chaos Gods?

At that moment, Guilliman saw Fulgrim, paused for a moment, and then raised his voice.

"Fulgrim?"

"Living Saint, get away from that guy quickly."

That face looks so familiar.

Just seeing that face made the scars on Guilliman's neck ache.

Qin Yun stepped forward and said, "Regent, don't get agitated. He is not our enemy, but on our side."

"You can't trust a traitor," Guilliman said. "They're too cunning."

Qin Yun patiently explained the whole story.

"This is Little Fulgrim, a clone created by Fabius Bile using your brother's genetic sample."

"He was taken away by the Trazyn the Infinite for some reason and imprisoned in the Trazyn's Gallery until the God Chosen launched a war, at which point he was rescued..."

Guilliman stared wide-eyed at Fulgrim.

"He is a clone."

"Yes." Qin Yun nodded. "Your father asked me to take him to the Golden Throne. I thought that since it was such an important matter, you should also know about it, so I contacted you."

The Chaos Gods are masters of sowing discord.

Having too many secrets makes one easily exploited.

It's better to be honest, so Guilliman doesn't make unfounded assumptions.

To avoid a Guilliman Horus Heresy later on.

That would be a huge problem.

"My father wants you to take him to the Golden Throne?" Guilliman frowned. "What is my father planning to do?"

"We need to Purification the Chaos pollution within him," Qin Yun said frankly, "And then he can become my captain of the Imperial Guard."

Guilliman: "..."

No, who is the biological child anyway?

Although Little Fulgrim is a copy and not as strong as the Primarch, he's still related to Primarch.

So, Shui Lingling was assigned to be the captain of the Living Saint's guard?

Even though I don't want it, at least make an arrangement for me, as a token gesture, so I can't refuse.

Ever since I woke up, I've been made to work like a beast of burden.

They didn't say a word, nor did they offer any benefits.

Will there come a day when the Imperium's throne will be given to Living Saint?

Of course, Guilliman would also support the Emperor's decision.

After all, the situation couldn't get any worse.

Moreover, Living Saint's character dictates that he won't act recklessly; he will diligently focus on developing science and technology and improving people's lives.

With Xi Ling assisting him, he seems more suited to the position than the Emperor.

Qin Yun had no idea that Guilliman had so many ideas.

Otherwise, I'd definitely give him the middle finger.

I treated you like a brother, and you actually want me to sit on the Golden Throne?!

After informing Guilliman about Little Fulgrim,

Accompanied by Trajan and other Adeptus Custodes, Qin Yun led Little Fulgrim into the Throne Room.

The Throne Room was as bright as ever, with numerous machines humming and clattering.

When Little Fulgrim saw the Emperor seated on the throne, tears blurred his vision.

"Father."

He blurted it out unconsciously.

At that moment, the many machines maintaining the Golden Throne emitted a high-pitched sound.

Bang! Bang!

Some devices were overloaded, and electrical sparks flew everywhere.

Clearly, the Emperor had also noticed Little Fulgrim.

"Praise be to the Emperor." Qin Yun performed the Aquila Salute, praying to the Emperor.

The next second, a dazzling golden beam of light enveloped Little Fulgrim.

Immediately afterwards, Little Fulgrim disappeared from everyone's sight.

"He's manifested his divine power again!!"

Trajan and the Adeptus Custodes were deeply moved by what they saw.

During this period, the Emperor repeatedly manifested divine power, indicating that His condition had improved.

Given time, they might be able to stand up again and lead them to conquer the Milky Way.

Enveloped in light, Little Fulgrim instinctively closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, the surrounding environment had undergone tremendous changes.

Looking into the distance, all you see is a clear blue sky, spotless, as if it had been washed clean.

A few white clouds dotted the horizon.

A beautiful, unobstructed view slowly unfolded before him.

Towering, snow-capped mountains rise on the horizon.

A vast expanse of green grassland connects with the mountains.

Little Fulgrim looked surprised.

He looked around and found himself standing on a damp lawn.

After taking a deep breath, my mouth was filled with a sweet and refreshing aroma and clear, fresh air.

Where am I?

Little Fulgrim looked around at the beautiful scenery, a puzzled expression on his face.

"This is the former Terra. Before the Imperial Palace was built, the place where you are was called the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau."

A deep, powerful voice rang out.

Little Fulgrim turned his head and saw a tall, thin, handsome blond man.

The man wore armor covered in the marks of war, from sword cuts and axe blows.

He had a thick, brown beard, broad, muscular shoulders, and strong arms covered in scars.

"Who are you?" Little Fulgrim felt that the other person was familiar.

"It seems you didn't inherit all the memories."

The man walked up to Little Fulgrim.

"I am Rylanor, and I once served in the Third Legion. Perhaps you will be more familiar with me if I change my appearance."

The man's figure flickered like a phantom for a moment before transforming into a tall, Dreadnought.

The mecha's surface was spraying purple paint, and the golden Double-Headed Eagle on its chest was particularly eye-catching.

This Dreadnought was Isstvan's last Loyalist.

Rylanor, the noble Emperor's Children, the embodiment of loyalty and faith, an ancient Magos.

At this moment, memories of Isstvan III flooded into Little Fulgrim's mind.

Without a doubt, it was a shameful betrayal.

The loyal Emperor's Children was suppressed by traitors led by Fulgrim.

After a brutal ground battle, the traitors carried out an orbital bombardment, using this despicable tactic to eliminate the Loyalists who remained on the ground.

"I'm sorry." Little Fulgrim knelt down on one knee.

The battle on Isstvan III had nothing to do with Little Fulgrim.

But the vivid memories still tormented him, completely drawing him into Fulgrim's perspective.

So when he saw Rylanor, he was overwhelmed by intense guilt.

"This is not your fault. You are just a clone, a new individual who has acquired the original's memories and genetic sequence."

Rylanor reverted to his blond-haired form.

That was what he looked like before he was buried in the Dreadnought.

He helped Little Fulgrim up.

"Why are you here?" Little Fulgrim asked.

"To guide you, Fulgrim betrayed humanity, but there is still a chance for Redemption. Come with me, for there is something I have for you."

Rylanor led little Fugririm toward a magnificent Imperial Hall.

Qin Yun waited in the Throne Room for most of the day, but Little Fulgrim never returned.

He then left to see Trazyn the Infinite was imprisoned in the Adeptus Custodes Guard dungeon.

"How is that possible?"

Upon seeing Xi Ling beside Qin Yun, Trazyn screamed as if he had seen a ghost.

P. S.: I update daily; this Vashtorr is quite interesting.