"I personally witnessed Horus kill the Emperor..." Sandman recited this famous opening in a deep voice, completely ignoring Neoth, who wanted to draw a blade and cut him down.
"I was only gravely wounded and unable to rise. I wasn't killed!" Neoth corrected Sandman's slip of the tongue.
"You wouldn't understand." Sandman left the Emperor with only that baffling remark.
There was nothing he could do. He had suddenly remembered this, but he couldn't exactly tell him that above the gods stood a supreme deity named Gidabliu, meddling with everything in the Milky Way, could he?
The Emperor did not possess the absurd power of those super-superheroes from Marvel Comics to break through the fourth wall, slaughter the editorial department, or make the editors write according to his wishes.
So Sandman was more than happy to let the Emperor misunderstand.
"Korax has already begun familiarizing himself with his legion. The people on Savior Star and Kiavahr have also completed the initial screening. It's time to get down to business, isn't it?" The Emperor urged impatiently. This was the real reason he had sought out Sandman.
"What do you mean, get down to business? Don't you know I haven't even signed up for the Astartes augmentation program yet? Ever since I was young, I've dreamed of becoming a great Angel of Death!" Sandman spoke righteously as he looked at the Emperor.
"What? You want to be my grandson? Valdor, take him for augmentation!!!" Without another word, the Emperor directly arranged for the commander of the Custodes to personally oversee the matter.
"Yes, My Lord." Valdor stepped forward, preparing to take this troublesome child to the medical bay aboard the Emperor's Dream for the augmentation procedure.
"Whose gene-seed traits do you prefer? I'll allow you to choose for yourself. I think Number