After thinking about it, Lin Fan said to everyone, "I want to try to create the world. Just like Perturabo said, Milky Way is too small for us. If we don't think about pioneering, we will kill each other sooner or later."
"Well, it seems we are busy again."
Everyone stood up and dispersed. Only Lin Fan, the Emperor, Isha, Cegorach, Oedmeir and Silent King were left in the conference hall.
"Silent King, I remember that your Brilliant Star Map recorded all the galaxies in Milky Way, right?"
"That's right, what are you going to do?"
"What else can I do? First, remember as much as possible about the planet and the things on it in 50 years, so that even if Tzeentch explodes, I can save a few more. And I think, having seen more, I will have a better understanding of it, which can be considered as preparation for the next creation."
Lin Fan spoke eloquently, and Silent King could only nod in agreement, "There are just some problems. Orikan, who is responsible for Brilliant Star Map, seems to be trapped in Angron's body. We have to try to release him first, but I think with the help of Void Dragon, this shouldn't be a problem."
"That's good." When Lin Fan saw Silent King opening the hyperspace tunnel, he did not delay the time. For him, every minute and every second means that thousands of living beings are remembered. Even if it is just a superficial impression, it is possible to save their lives. As for the future, let's talk about it in the future.
Isha bids farewell to Lin Fan, or her Slaanesh side bids farewell to Lin Fan. After the fusion of Isha and Slaanesh, Lin Fan can obviously feel this change. It is more realistic than the kind-hearted Isha, and more gentle than the extreme Slaanesh. Maybe it is true, as Cegorach said, that neutral gods are a good thing for everyone.
Lin Fan passed through the hyperspace tunnel, followed closely by Silent King and Trazyn. For them, who had been sleeping for 60 million years, the 50-year preparation period of Tzeentch was as short as a blink.
Seeing that Lin Fan disappeared completely, Isha also left. She needed to appease the remaining Aeldari and guide them to plant Tree of Life in more worlds. The abundant life force would balance the power of Slaanesh. Cegorach saluted exaggeratedly to the empty space, and then disappeared among the exploding ribbons.
Only the statues of Oedmeir and the Emperor were left in the conference hall. Oedmeir, who had been silent all this time, sighed deeply. She seemed to understand the pursuit of those Finalizers.
When only the ruins of the existing world are left, and a glimmer of light is opened to them from a higher world, any scientist who believes in the pursuit of truth will choose to continue exploring upward at all costs.
If we had known this earlier, could we have prevented many things from happening?
Oedmeir was unhappy with this thought full of regrets and regrets. She picked up the icon of the Emperor and walked towards Throne Room. Although the machine named Ascension Throne was missing its most precious part, it did not mean that it was useless.
As a legacy obtained by sacrificing mankind's golden years, Golden Throne can still do many things, and if the Emperor wants to get down from Golden Throne, Oedmeir's assistance is indispensable.
Throne Room gathered a lot of people, and those Primarchs who were unwilling were also forced to come over by their brothers. They had different thoughts, but their eyes were all on Golden Throne.
Space Marines, who was lucky enough to be following behind Primarchs, was waiting outside Throne Room with Adeptus Custodes. Although he could not see the scene inside Throne Room, just kneeling on this magnificent ground full of history and glory was exciting enough.
Hope, Bjorn, Wodhaus, Kaiser Whitefang, Colvin, Kor'sarro, Stunus, Azrael... are all here. Although they passively know such a dark and cruel past, they always firmly believe that the Emperor can lead them to victory and hope.
Of course, people who knew Lin Fan also placed their hopes on him. Bjorn and Logan caught Kaiser Whitefang and Wodhaus as soon as the meeting ended. These two old wolves who were on missions outside were very familiar with Lin Fan.
"Is he trustworthy?" Bjorn asked. Wodhaus and Kaiser Whitefang scratched their heads and replied sincerely, "He is not a bad person."
Among Throne Room, Oedmeir approached Golden Throne with complicated eyes, and the Emperor sat quietly on Golden Throne, with his body still looking like a skeleton.
Oedmeir found the interface of Golden Throne. This device has been ignored by Adeptus Mechanicus for a long time, but even if they noticed it, they had no corresponding means to connect it to Golden Throne.
Oedmeir adjusted her fingers so that the nerves at her fingertips became extremely dense. Then she touched the excuse, and her very active brain sent her consciousness into Golden Throne.
The data sea inside Golden Throne is dark and lonely, as terrifying as a rotting womb that has suffered countless illnesses. It is this place that contains all the suffering caused by Finalizers.
"This is no small job..." Oedmeir couldn't help but sigh, sinking into the sea of data to adjust Golden Throne's complicated and dangerous codes.
To outsiders, Oedmeir's work seemed very ordinary. She first felt around in the huge structure of Golden Throne, then rubbed it with her fingers and fell asleep relying on Golden Throne.
Being able to sleep relying on Golden Throne was an action that was simply impossible before. The former Golden Throne was filled with suffering inside, and the outside was wrapped by the power of God-Emperor. Even Adeptus Custodes had to avoid getting too close and being burned to ashes.
For a long time, the silent Golden Throne made a faint rumbling sound, and then everyone could see a faint layer of light flowing on the surface of the huge Golden Throne. They rushed towards the corpse-like the Emperor, as if they wanted to send back the power extracted from the Emperor over the years.
As the light flows, the corpse on Golden Throne grows back into a physical body bit by bit, and tissues such as nerves and blood vessels are inexplicably formed, and are then wrapped in muscles and skin.
Watching the Emperor slowly recover, Leman Russ couldn't hold back his tears at that time. He pursed his lips tightly, and two lines of clear tears fell from his cheeks to the ground. He had imagined this scene many times, but after experiencing it in person, he still couldn't suppress the emotions in his heart.
Angron remained silent without saying a word, while Konrad Curze hissed, squinting his eyes like a photophobic bat and blocking his vision with his hands. If Fulgrim hadn't been standing behind him and staring, Konrad Curze would have escaped into the darkness long ago.
Magnus and Lorgar had complicated expressions. They were not mentally prepared to face the Emperor. Even like Fulgrim and Perturabo, they did not know what kind of explanation they would give their heirs next. Everything that had been destroyed has now become a scar in their hearts.
As for Mortarion, he was still in a state of confusion, his mind went blank. For him, everything happened too fast and too urgently.