Chancellor Sinleech

Warhammer 40,000 timeline, outside the Throne Room.

"Chancellor, you cannot go in."

Trajann Valoris Valoris, shut your mouth!

"You bunch of genetically modified yellow corn, you spend all day in the Throne Room doing nothing but playing your ridiculous Blood Games, what good are you?!"

"Now sitting on the Golden Throne is an Old Cured Meat who is keeping the Imperium of Man clinging to life!"

"You, as his masterpiece, instead of thinking about lightening the burden on the entire Imperium of Man, are here serving as wooden stakes?!"

"You are not allowed to be disrespectful to the God-Emperor!"

"When I was being rude to the Huangpizi, your great-grandmother was still in her mother's womb!"

Trajann Valoris, get out of here right now, or I'll make you vomit and have diarrhea.

"You..."

Boom!

Sinleech had no intention of wasting any more words with the other party. He directly used his own strength to blast open the Throne Room door, sending Trajann Valoris flying as well.

In fact, ever since this Chancellor took office, the entire Throne Room has been very lively, or rather, the entire Throne Room has been in complete chaos.

At first, this Chancellor was refined, elegant, and courteous.

But after a while, he became very irritable.

Especially when they encountered the Adeptus Custodes, they would beat them one by one.

Moreover, ever since he arrived, he has utterly denounced the God-Emperor.

"You the Accursed, look what you've done!"

The Adeptus Mechanicus Battle-Brother, who were originally responsible for the daily maintenance of the Golden Throne, saw the Chancellor and wisely scrambled out of the Throne Room.

What do you want now?

"What do I want? That's what I should be asking you! Why has your Imperium of Man deteriorated to this state? It's practically committing sustainable suicide!"

"This is all the fault of you Warp Gods!"

"I've already told you, I'm not from this world. Don't even think about pinning the blame for this world on me."

In Sinleech's view, the world in this timeline and the world in his original timeline are completely different things.

In his own timeline, let alone Chaos Gods, the other three were almost becoming True Gods, and he almost let Hope come and stab him in the back.

If he hadn't been quick enough to escape, that pile of ashes on the Well of Eternity would have turned into him by now.

Where is the Father of Night now?

"You ask me? I'd like to ask you the same thing. You're not the you of ten thousand years ago. Now you are the Black Sun of the Warp, and your Psychic Power and might are enough to influence the entire world."

"Don't you know whether Mr. Han was even born into this world? Now that he's disappeared, you're fully responsible!"

"I don't have anyone under my command."

In the end, the Emperor relented. He knew that this Chaos Gods from another world only came here to cause trouble because he wanted people.

Tzeentch's position in this world is currently occupied, and he cannot command the Greater Daemon under his command.

Therefore, even if he is the Lord of Changes, there is only so much he can do.

Moreover, as the Lord of Changes, he knew very well what kind of thing the Department of Internal Affairs of the Imperium of Man was.

This place was purely for him to punish his foolish subordinates.

Therefore, after arriving here, this Lord of Change a small disturbance every three days and a big one every five days, purely to get people. He tried every possible way to relieve his pressure, but it wasn't enough.

But the Emperor doesn't have many men at his disposal; he can't very well send the Legion of the Damned, can he?

"Are those corn cobs you planted just for show?"

"The Adeptus Custodes have their own missions."

"Bullshit! I'm giving you two choices: either you send all your Corn Spirits to the Department of Internal Affairs with me, or I'll tear down the toilet under your seat right now, and we'll all be finished."

Upon hearing Sinleech's suggestion, the Emperor fell silent, but the silence soon dissipated.

"Okay, deal."

The current Emperor is constantly looking forward to Han Mingxuan's arrival. Before Han Mingxuan arrives, he still needs to rely on this suddenly arriving Lord of Change.

Therefore, he tried his best to meet the conditions proposed by this Lord of Change.

Meanwhile, in the 40k Warp.

Tzeentch was sitting perfectly still when suddenly his Crystal Labyrinth began to shake violently.

He quickly learned the whole story, and it was because of this that he almost swore.

He actually wanted to blow up that Golden Throne so that the Accursed could stand up.

Wouldn't that mean they all deleted their accounts?

How can we play then?

"This madman from another world!"

No, we need to think of a solution first.

"Kairos."

"I'm here, sir."

"Send all the unqualified personnel under our command to the Department of Internal Affairs of humanity."

"But, Master..."

"Or you can go to the Department of Internal Affairs of the Imperium yourself."

"Yes, yes, yes, I'll arrange it right away, immediately!"

Tzeentch was extremely annoyed as he watched Kairos leave in a hurry.

He had no idea why that exact copy of himself had suddenly appeared, or what the Accursed had done.

Moreover, this other version of myself carries the very thing I hate most!

That was something he had personally shattered, something that had been almost forgotten by the entire Warp after more than ten thousand years.

It is the force of hope for this world.

Moreover, the version of himself that suddenly appeared was extremely crazy; he actually wanted to blow up the Golden Throne!

At the same time, Trajann Valoris, seeing stars, ran back to the Throne Room.

As soon as he entered the Throne Room, he saw the Chancellor drinking water.

Trajann Valoris was used to this scene; ever since the Chancellor arrived, he had been cursing the Emperor every day until his throat was dry.

Moreover, he guaranteed that he could fly whenever this Chancellor arrived.

But Trajann Valoris had no complaints, for he had to fulfill his duty and God-Emperor.

That's why he's gained experience in flying.

Based on the usual timeframe, by the time I crawled back, dizzy and disoriented, the Chancellor still hadn't finished his tirade.

But now that the Chancellor has started drinking water, it means that Chancellor in a good mood today.

But soon, Trajann Valoris's mood soured.

"Trajann Valoris, are you done vomiting?"

Trajann Valoris didn't reply; he had no interest in paying attention to this lame joke from who-knows-when.

"Chancellor Excellency, please speak frankly."

"By the decree of the Old Cured Meat... Huangpizi... the great God-Emperor, starting today, you and your bunch of genetically modified corns are coming with me to the Department of Internal Affairs for overtime work."

"You are falsely God-Emperor's decree."

Tsk.

Sinleech's composure, cultivated since birth, completely crumbled at this moment.

But thinking about it, it makes sense.

During his time at the Imperium Department of Internal Affairs, he witnessed firsthand the extent of the Imperium of Man's madness ten thousand years from now.

He could understand the extent of the Adeptus Custodes' obsession, but understanding was one thing, the matter still needed to be done.

Then he kicked the Golden Throne twice.

"Old Cured Meat, hurry up and flash that golden light a couple of times! I'm waiting for you to show your power so I can pick your corn!"