Nothing Will Go Wrong

"I don't think so. They carried your genes and Erda's in their veins. Your resilience and Erda's strength would help them overcome their difficulties."

"You lost." The Emperor pursed his lips. While Malcador had been busy talking, he had secretly moved a piece with his psychic power.

"You're too greedy." Malcador commented irritably, pretending to be angry as he turned to leave.

The Emperor apologized in time, swearing that he definitely would not cheat in the next game. Malcador could only sit back down helplessly and soothe the loneliness constantly rising within the Emperor's heart.

The scenes that followed passed by swiftly. Many unimportant matters were quickly ignored by the observers, while the interactions between the Primarchs and the Emperor became especially prominent.

Caliban was far from peaceful. It was too close to the Eye of Terror, and the dark, deep forests were filled with terrifying beasts mutated by Chaos corruption.

Lion El'Jonson stood atop Caliban while the Emperor observed him in secret for a long time.

This was a double-edged sword...

Though somewhat hesitant, the Emperor still entrusted the Dark Angels, the strongest Legion at the time, to Lion El'Jonson's command.

On Baal, the Emperor frowned and circled Sanguinius, examining him for a long while.

Sanguinius governed well, and he was very handsome too. His smooth golden hair suited the Emperor's tastes perfectly. The only problem was his wings.

How did he end up with wings? There had been no such things in his incubation tank.

The more the Emperor looked, the more they resembled something from the Warp... Had the Four Gods already gotten to this boy first?

The Emperor was deeply uneasy, wondering whether he should simply kill Sanguinius with one palm strike now and eliminate any future trouble.

"Father? What is troubling you?" Sanguinius asked, his