"Then can Sanguinius still be saved?"
Qin Mo's gaze shifted back and forth between the jar containing Sanguinius's empty shell and the Emperor as he anxiously awaited the Emperor's answer.
He was not nervous because he and Sanguinius had been particularly close. That was impossible, unlike with Guilliman.
Sanguinius was not a warm person at heart.
Qin Mo had merely spoken two days ago with Fros, Lord of the Weeping Legion, who had gone to some daemon world to rescue prisoners. Fros dearly hoped that his Primarch could continue walking among the living.
"He can be saved." The Emperor stood with his hands behind his back and his chin held high, projecting absolute confidence. "I never say that something cannot be saved, nor do I believe anything cannot be saved, because I am the Emperor."
The Emperor did not currently appear to Qin Mo as that Indian-looking, massively built man. He had possessed a female psyker named Vanessa.
Vanessa had already been tall, nearly one meter ninety-five, only two centimeters shorter than Qin Mo.
So the way "she" now brimmed with confidence looked somewhat arrogant, making Qin Mo recall those days in the underhive of Talon, when Vanessa had constantly used her unusual Psychic Power talent to make people like her, allowing her to dart about everywhere like an elusive little bitch.
"Think of something. Use your Psychic Power and bioengineering expertise," Qin Mo said. "After all, you're a big shot in Psychic Power and bioengineering."
When he heard the words "big shot," the Emperor frowned slightly. He had clearly understood them.
Qin Mo actually rather enjoyed speaking with this supreme riddler, because he could understand certain terms from Terra's ancient eras, regardless of their cultural background.
"A big shot in Psychic Power and bioengineering? Are you mocking me, or