Lox had originally considered this: since the Emperor could now walk freely, why not simply have the Master of Mankind lead all the remaining loyalist forces on an expedition to wipe out Horus's rebels?
Anyone who knew the history of the Great Crusade understood that the Emperor was capable of it.
A human army personally commanded by the Emperor and one without the Emperor were entirely different concepts.
And with his personal strength alone, even slaughtering an entire traitor Legion single-handedly would not have been inconceivable.
After Lox exposed the deeper meaning behind Neoth's words, the Emperor did not speak to deny it.
He fell silent.
"This is the second dilemma those four Chaos Gods have set before me." The Emperor shook his head with a sigh.
"Being trapped upon the Golden Throne was the first choice. I could only choose to suppress the Webway, so that humanity's homeworld would not explode and become a second Eye of Terror."
"And now that I have escaped, I must face the second choice they have given me: either I continuously absorb Warp energy to fight Horus, the embodiment of their power, or I can only rely on my own strength to fight the rebels."
The Chaos Gods' schemes were linked one ring after another. Once you believed you had escaped an old predicament, a new one would inevitably arrive.
"You absolutely must not continue devouring Warp energy, my lord."
Suddenly, the voice of Malcador the Sigillite sounded from nearby. The Imperial Chancellor, who should have been handling endless state affairs on Terra, had somehow arrived on Ganymede.
The Sigillite strode briskly before the Emperor and warned him with a grave expression.
"You and I have rehearsed this countless times in regicide games. No matter what, the Dark King cannot be born, because