440. Where did this dog come from?

No mistakes were made. Hogg and his companion, having prepared all necessary supplies, stood upon the teleportation array, waiting for Old Man Yellow to finish his final calibrations.

"Level one energy charge complete, component core preheating, personnel confirmation finished. No Guilliman here to screw the cat, are you two ready?"

Seeing the avatar of Emperor suddenly donning a lab coat, Hogg felt a sense of relief despite knowing the true nature of Old Man Yellow; at least the aesthetic looked reliable.

"Hurry up and get on with it, Old Man Yellow. I can't wait to go back in time and bully the younger version of you."

Unmoved by the brain-dead remarks of his rebellious son, this avatar—the scientific aspect of Emperor—was a research machine devoid of emotional intelligence. Why should he care if his main body was insulted? As long as the lab didn't explode, he could stay holed up until the end of time.

Tossing aside that black veil, the avatar of Emperor quickly retreated. He didn't want to be dragged away like that fool Guilliman; as a researcher, safety was paramount.

He pulled the red lever. A rainbow-colored light ignited within the energy circuits, absorbing the divine power of Emperor that fueled the entire Imperial Palace, and struck it into the river of time.

The black veil, acting as a relic, melted into the wind. Specks of starlight fixed the spacetime coordinates for the array, but those who toy with time shall be toyed with by time. A Time Sculptor had cast his gaze upon them.

At the same time, deep within a catacomb in an unknown world, a faint light flickered. A towering Necron roared:

"Which piece of trash is disturbing the timeline again? This is the third time! Damn human Emperor, can't you just stay quiet