Terra is unified, but the planet is still devastated.
Once the core of human civilization with advanced science, elegant art, and magical technology, the glory of the old Earth has disappeared.
Warlord wars continue one after another, and the entire world has become a huge battlefield of long attrition wars.
Chemical, biological, and thermonuclear weapons of mass destruction were sprinkled on the earth without fear, and solid doomsday fortresses stood among the ruins. Under the towering walls were a group of depraved and savage nomads, mad prophets, cybernetic-enhanced warlords, and mutant leaders.
The change of tyrants cannot quell the war, and the prosperity and rise of pocket Imperium often happens.
Countless dreams were crushed in the cycle of destruction and reconstruction, hundreds of millions of people disappeared in the flames of war, leaving only some distant horror legends floating in the wasteland.
Kalagann...Kalagann...
The Emperor stared closely at the name on the animal hide.
As the ruler of the huge Ursh Empire, he is brutal and powerful, commanding an army of barbarians whose minds are controlled by chemicals. Behind this leader stands the Four Gods, and he is nothing more than a puppet.
The Chaos magic achieved by sacrificing the population caused the vast plains of old Russia and Central Asia to be filled with distortion and pollution, which consumed the Emperor considerable energy to deal with these problems.
But these are small things, the Emperor told himself, he only needs to spend a little time and effort to solve the pollution problem in the plains.
Malcador has contacted Adeptus Mechanicus of Mars and dug out a usable spaceship from the ground.
Great Crusade will soon enter the second stage, and things are moving in a good direction.
It would be better if Oerpeson and Erda didn't leave...
The Emperor frowned and sighed deeply, remembering the previous quarrel between him, Oerpeson and Erda.
"Do you think you are the savior? I don't think so! Your methods are no different from the Finalizers we once fought against! Let me guess, that damn Ascension Throne is also part of your plan, right?"
Oerpeson threw a medal made of animal bones to the ground. It was a gift given to him by the Emperor himself.
Valdor was very angry. He blocked Oerpeson's way and stared at Oerpeson's face with cold eyes.
"Gene slave warrior, awesome!" Oerpeson is not afraid of Valdor, who is much taller than him, and the Emperor doesn't want to see the two of them fighting here.
"Let him go." The Emperor's face was buried in the shadows, and his expression could not be seen clearly.
Valdor made way for Oerpeson. From then on, the Emperor never saw his first Warmaster again.
Later, it was Erda. As the most trusted genetic expert by the Emperor, she had the authority to enter and exit all laboratories in the bunker.
Including a laboratory to cultivate 20 Primarch.
The alarm sounded, and an open Warp Rift made the Emperor's hair stand up. When he rushed underground with Adeptus Custodes, he only saw Erda standing alone in the empty laboratory.
The Emperor wanted to get angry, wanted to roar. But he looked at the four gloomy shadows behind Erda, and couldn't say the words right next to his mouth.
You can only be a thief for a thousand days, but there is no way to prevent a thief for a thousand days. Even if Erda doesn't do it, other accidents will happen.
Erda left and lost contact in Africa. The Emperor could only use the remaining materials to make amends. The result of this birth was Thunder Warriors.
They are unstable, but the Emperor has little choice. The only thing they can do is to record their contributions on <Unification Proclamation> for future generations to admire.
"The Battle of Mount Ararat fought in Kingdom of Urartu was the last battle of Unification Wars. In this great battle, the last Thunder Warriors died heroically, and Arik. Taranis raised the flag of lightning. From then on, their merits will remain immortal on the land of Terra."
Stopping writing, the Emperor rubbed his eyes and carefully reviewed this paragraph for any loopholes.
There was no other problem except that it was inconsistent with the facts. The Emperor nodded and put the document aside.
He picked up a battle damage report, which was submitted by Adeptus Custodes after cleaning the Mount Ararat battlefield.
Fortunately, with the help of Adeptus Custodes, otherwise the casualties of the new Legiones Astartes would have been at least four to five times higher.
Apart from these powerful genetic warriors, the casualties of the Hundreds, composed of mortals, also made the Emperor pay attention.
It's just that what counts them now is not a single number, but a list of people who have been removed from the list one after another.
"This is just the beginning." The Emperor Close your eyes, there will be more serious casualties in the future.
Attack from all directions from Terra, regain Milky Way and return to Imperium territory, promote Imperial Truth in a world where order has collapsed and the evil god Xenos is raging, and let the conquered people The planet in the service must resume production as soon as possible, and then continuously provide blood transfusions to Great Crusade and Webway Project, and also establish a mature mortal parliament system to compete with Expeditionary Force led by Primarchs...
Many people will die in this process, and many worlds will be burned to the ground. Sometimes the Emperor also thinks in the dead of night whether it is worth it for him to do all this.
Worth it.
Maybe I won't win, at least I won't make those four bastards live too comfortably.
"My lord, we found the surviving Thunder Warriors. They are in the slums of Bavaria." Valdor contacted the Emperor and requested his order.
The Emperor heard murderous intent from Valdor's plain tone, so he asked, "What is Thunder Warriors doing?"
"He is a gladiator in an underground arena, and now he is drinking a bottle of wine mixed with gasoline and industrial alcohol in the house." Valdor answered.
"Leave him alone." The Emperor ordered, "If some Thunder Warriors rely on their specialness to get rid of the trouble of genetic surgery, let them live quietly."
"As you wish, my lord."
After dealing with these things, the Emperor felt painful. He could accept the death and injury of countless innocent people during Unification Wars with great regret, but he could not easily accept the suspicion that his comrades did not agree with his philosophy.
The last one to leave was Oerpeson, the next one to leave is Erda, and maybe even Malcador will leave him.
In the end, only the Emperor was left walking this difficult and difficult road.
Such a future made the Emperor a little scared and confused. He hurriedly called Malcador and expressed that he wanted to play chess with him to connect with him.
"You look confused." Malcador made a move, and he understood that the Emperor was not just looking for him to play chess.
"Now I'm starting to worry about those kids... They might fall directly into a witchcraft-filled den and become the lackeys of those four bastards when they're vulnerable."