Still, he felt that something was a little off, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
Did the Emperor really have this kind of technology?
If he did, and it could directly turn the Four Gods' power to his own use, were the Four Gods even a threat anymore?
But he didn't actually know much about this world. Even when it came to the Emperor, all he knew was that the other party was incredibly powerful and was some kind of sun. Since the Emperor had given him this, he must have had this technology, right? Maybe it was a technology only he could use because of his special status as a transmigrator.
If anyone else used it, there'd probably be side effects, Geralt thought.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt he'd figured out the truth. Maybe the Emperor was using this technology to redeem the poor souls targeted by the Four Gods!
That was it. It had to be!
Geralt felt he'd figured out the truth.
"Now, let me summon the armies of the Empire!"
Geralt felt there had to be a reason the Emperor had given him the technology to summon the Empire's armies. Maybe this world needed saving.
He never once suspected that he hadn't contacted the Emperor at all, but had instead reached out to some other entity.
"Come, armies of the Empire! Save this world!"
Soon, he built a signal transmission platform in his mind and began sending out distress calls to nearby planets through the Warp.
"Waagh! Praise Brahman! Hail the great Kind Father!"
A group of orcs dressed in robes, looking like priests and monks, pressed their palms together and prayed devoutly to a colossal, towering statue.
Not long after the prayers ended, the orcs dispersed.