In the quiet desert, apart from the crackling sound of firewood burning, there is the chatter and laughter of the Emperor.
He was telling a joke, and judging from the results, he was the only one who was amused by his joke. The others listened helplessly and winked at Malcador, signaling him to let the Emperor be quiet for a while.
Malcador shook his head and smiled helplessly, just holding the long wooden stick and blanket and closing his eyes to relax.
It's a pleasure to have a fire to keep warm on a cold night. Malcador is not willing to use large movements to let the heat that he has managed to capture dissipate.
"Haha..." Erda covered her mouth and smiled softly. Her eyebrows were curved, and her eyes did not leave the Emperor's strong body.
Oerpeson wiped his spear again and again, holding a cigarette in his mouth. He interrupted the Emperor's joke and asked in a dubious tone, "What did you say you wanted to do? Save mankind?"
"That's right." The Emperor said confidently. This excessive self-confidence is a bit arrogant.
Oerpeson blew out a puff of smoke, and Nunu opened his mouth to let the Emperor continue to talk about his plan.
"We're going to build a giant wall to keep all Chaos on the other side, and we're going to make those four assholes pay for it."
"Pfft..." Malcador, who closed his eyes, smiled softly at the Emperor's description, but did not express any objection.
"Wall? Just against us? I think that's not enough." Oerpeson shook his head, he didn't think this was a good plan.
"Of course it's not just us, we need to build a legion, and the leader who leads them is the children of me and Erda. They will inherit the advantages of me and Erda and become the guardians who protect mankind."
"Erda? I thought she was just a clever geneticist."
"No, no, in fact Erda's genome is very rare. It can match my genome... you know how to create some real children." The Emperor felt a little embarrassed when he said this, and subconsciously inserted his hand into the sand and stirred it twice.
"Real child?" Oerpeson was even more confused.
Malcador on the side said that Oerpeson would definitely regret continuing to ask.
Regret?
How is that possible!
Oerpeson, who did not believe in evil, continued to ask, and finally Erda answered Oerpeson's question.
Clones created by combining ordinary female genomes will lose activity within a few seconds, and no matter what method Erda uses, this process cannot be reversed.
"What about normal childbirth? You can't give people to social security, right? Haha!" Oerpeson thought he had told a vulgar joke, but when he saw the blackened faces of the Emperor, Malcador, and Erda, he understood that the joke might be true.
"So you?"
The Emperor stood up angrily and said half defensively and half guilty, "How could I understand at the time? I thought everyone was like this... then why is there the word 'social security'?"
"Okay, okay... stop talking, I can't stand it anymore." Oerpeson stuck out his tongue in disgust, Malcador and Erda felt funny about his quarrel with the Emperor.
After the laughter passed, Erda lay on her back on the Emperor's legs, so that she could have a good perspective to appreciate the Emperor's square and shapely chin.
"Then you have everything planned?"
"In fact, Malcador and I have planned it. Malcador will be in power, and Oerpeson will be Warmaster!"
"Hey! I'm not Warmaster! Your name is too middle-class!" Oerpeson shouted loudly.
Malcador laughed even harder. The folds on his face were squeezed into a ball, and his body was shaking slightly. The long stick in his arms was about to fall to the ground several times. He pointed at the Emperor, "I won't do these jobs by then. I'm old enough. It's time to enjoy life."
"Old? You are more energetic than anyone else when playing chess!" The Emperor retorted with his lips raised.
Laughter echoed in the desert, and then the scene changed to a chaotic and dirty field headquarters with a strange style of coexistence of advanced and backward.
There is a spear hanging on the wall. The handle is made of wood, and the blade is a polished electronic component that is wrapped around the stick with bandages and tape.
If it weren't for Observer's reminder, Lin Fan would really have thought that this was a Orks camp.
"Valdor I've said it many times, if we can avoid fighting through diplomacy, we don't need to go in directly."
The Emperor's voice came from the unknown animal skin door curtain. He hurriedly broke into the house, wearing shining golden armor.
Behind him was Valdor, the leader of Adeptus Custodes. This Loyalty warrior was explaining his actions.
"They secretly prepared a bomb made of chemical poison, just under the table..."
"Oh, that's nothing. To me, it's just some wine with a strange taste. You shouldn't react so violently."
"They are traitors..." Valdor held it in for a long time before these words came out of his mouth. The Emperor shook his head helplessly and ordered him not to follow suit.
"The Emperor!" A soldier wearing half armor walked in. Although he only had a mortal body, Valdor did not show any contempt.
Tupolov Lancers are good at riding ferocious mechanical war horses for large-scale forays into the nuclear wasteland. They were once loyal to Kalagann the Tyrant, and now they Loyalty serve the great cause of the Emperor's reunification.
Facing the old group leader who had made great contributions, the Emperor also showed full respect. He handed a small glass of pure water to the group leader and encouraged him to drink it with his eyes.
While savoring the sweetness of pure water, the leader told the Emperor some bad news.
Thunder Warriors has rebelled.
The Emperor stared at Big Eye in surprise, unable to believe everything he heard.
When he brought Adeptus Custodes and early Space Marines to Mount Ararat, he discovered that things were worse than he heard.
The Old Hundred, who was recruited from the technological warlords, is fighting Thunder Warriors. Even though these powerful genetic warriors have gone through an annihilation war, their combat strength is still terrifying.
The melee strength of individual Thunder Warriors even made Adeptus Custodes feel troublesome.
"Traitor." Valdor spat coldly.
The Emperor did not show anger. He sighed heavily and asked Valdor to take back his words.
"They're out of control. This is my problem, not theirs."
"My lord?"
Looking into Valdor's eyes, the Emperor gave the order.
Give them rest.
The army led by the Emperor personally eliminated the out-of-control Thunder Warriors. In the process, Adeptus Custodes and the first-generation Space Marines suffered a lot of damage.
Mount Ararat was torn apart by the flames of war, and the giant's corpse could even make the steep cliffs become easy for mortals to climb to the top.
Facing the corpse of Thunder Warriors, the only thing the Emperor could do was to commemorate their achievements with a flag sewn by themselves.
"These are necessary means in order to realize bigger dreams."
The Emperor's voice was blown away by the wind, and no one knew it except Valdor.