You Really Don't See Him as a Tool?

"After picking up the small area beneath the steps, I really couldn't pick up any more."

Looking up, he saw that the area he had cleared was less than one percent of the Throne Hall.

The Throne Hall stretched six kilometers deep.

Six kilometers...

Just imagine it.

Sanguinius above, I'm doomed.

In a Throne Hall six kilometers deep, there were at least tens of thousands of them still scattered across the floor.

Even if he picked them up alone until his back snapped, he still wouldn't finish.

Forget it. Time to call in reinforcements.

The Adeptus Custodes and the Sisters of Silence were the Emperor's own sons and daughters. What was wrong with asking them to come in and help pick something up?

With physical abilities that incredible, picking something up would surely take only a few minutes, right?

Lin En straightened up and said to the Emperor, "Your Majesty, just find some people to come in and clean this up, then send it to Baal."

It was mainly for the Flesh Tearers and Blood Knights. If there was any left over, it could be distributed to the other Blood Angels Chapters with more severe cases of Red Thirst and Black Rage. If there was still more after that, then every Blood Angel could get one.

He was perfectly justified.JPG.

He, Lin En, had always treated all the Blood Angels equally.

The Emperor fell silent again, probably calculating in his head whether having the Adeptus Custodes come in and sweep up the crystals was feasible and dignified.

Then psychic communication drifted down, extremely concise: [Agreed.]

It was fine. The Adeptus Custodes wouldn't tell anyone about it anyway.

After that, they had no more topics to discuss.

If Lin En stayed inside alone with the Emperor for too long, the Adeptus