Rallying for an Expedition Across the Multiverse

"The day the Emperor made his testament to his sons, I was there."

"I saw with my own eyes that even covered in blood, the Emperor still worried for the future of this race."

Though gravely wounded, the Emperor had not died. He merely needed to sit upon the Golden Throne and suppress his surging psychic power, using it to contain the awakening of the Dark King.

The Lord of Humanity would fall into a long slumber. No one knew when he would awaken again and once more lead the human race he loved so dearly.

Therefore, the Emperor had to make ample preparations, and enfeoffing his kings was one step in his plan.

From the perspective of normal civilizational development, the Emperor's decision to break apart a centralized empire united through blood and war, restoring it into a feudal system of regional lords guarding the four corners, was practically driving history backward.

But Lox also understood that he was merely bringing forward what would inevitably happen in the future.

In this dreadful universe, a stagnant mire of decay, human civilization had long since transformed from its original interstellar alliance system into an absolutely centralized imperial system.

And now, with the Emperor—the existence who upheld the Empire's authority—about to step away, humanity's return to feudal division was inevitable.

After all, the Imperium of Man could not do without the leadership of the primarchs. Mortal strength alone could never command so many powerful Astartes Legions and mortal auxiliary forces.

Humanity had to rely on the primarchs to maintain its absolute dominance across the galaxy.

And since they had to rely on the primarchs, they naturally could not completely suppress them. Those beings of immense power would inevitably become the centers around which countless humans gathered.

The vast distances meant Terra's authority