The Emperor, Youth Edition

Throughout the ensuing planning meeting, the Primarch of the 40K were in a daze.

It was as if they had returned to the time of the Great Crusade.

At that time, the Emperor had not yet sat on the Golden Throne, and the Imperium of Man was thriving.

Their father stood with them, facing all enemies together.

The appearance of this Lord of the Word Bearers has reminded them of many wonderful memories from the past.

[Fourth Brother, did you see that look in Roboute's eyes? Oh dear.]

[It's due to different experiences. If they went through what we went through, haha.]

Clearly, the Lord of the Word Bearers, currently busy with the handover work, was unaware that he had just been pecked by his two brothers behind him.

"Alright, now that everything is in order, let's get started."

"No problem, thank you... brother." Guilliman managed to utter those two words with difficulty.

"I understand how you feel, Roboute, but I believe we will change your mind with our actions on the battlefield."

Angron felt a toothache whenever he heard Lorgar say this.

My poor brother, you probably haven't seen just how obsessed people have become in this era.

But there's nothing we can do about it; after all, Lorgar Jia has a face that's eight-tenths like the Emperor's.

Lorgar's face is like the relationship between Corax and Curze.

Especially in this era of rampant fanatical faith.

She has truly benefited from her good looks.

As soon as Lorgar arrived with his men, the pressure on their side instantly decreased.

Thinking about it carefully, it really is a tragedy. Humanity's original future should have been rational and bright, but in this era, it has to be maintained by fanatical religious beliefs.

Angron remembered his Uncle saying that the road was winding, but the future was bright.

However, judging from the situation at the 40K mark, the road is no longer winding.

It's a complete cliff.

The Imperium of Man walks a tightrope every day.

As for whether the future of the Imperium of Man is bright.

Angron disagreed, but could not offer an answer.

He only sensed a scene of utter devastation.

"Now that the mission handover is almost complete, I'll immediately take my men to support the Night Haunter."

Angron didn't want to stay here any longer.

Although he hadn't been here long, he had already gained a profound understanding of the extent of the Imperium of Man's fanaticism.

Let Lorgar and Perturabo worry about the rest.

"Alright, I'll send a portion of the Dawn Legion with you to help you break through the current situation."

After Angron and his men left, the other Primarch immediately began to act.

Actually, they didn't do anything special; it was just that Lorgar brought his men to the front lines.

The entire Cadia has been destroyed by the Excommunication, leaving not a trace. The Excommunication has taken over the place where Cadia originally stood.

Lorgar stood on the surface of this Planet, looking at everything in the Eye of Terror.

His Psychic Power began to erupt.

Lorgar could clearly sense that his Psychic Power in this era was far stronger than that of 30K.

However, Lorgar was not happy about this; he just had a headache.

After studying Psychic Power in depth with Magnus, Lorgar gained a very profound understanding of Psychic Power.

He knew the extent of his power, but at the same time, he also hoped that he would never have to use it.

If his power were ever used excessively, it would mean that the Imperium of Man was truly in grave danger.

Fortunately, he didn't use it much during the 30K period, but now it seems he'll have to use it frequently during the 40K period.

"Why does the Veil of the Realspace look like a tattered rag?"

"Forget it, never mind."

With the cooperation of the Dawn Legion, Lorgar spread his Psychic Power as much as possible across Excommunication Planet.

This divine Psychic Power purified all those who survived the Battle of Cadia.

It's not a complete purification, but it can burn away all the Chaos pollution within them.

"The God-Emperor has manifested!"

I don't know who shouted that first, but then everyone started kneeling down and kowtowing.

Because the Psychic Power energy was affecting the entire Excommunication Planet, Lorgar could feel it very clearly.

"Although I have gained some understanding of the history of this world, it still feels Despair now."

Why are humans so foolish?

It is heartbreaking, truly heartbreaking.

Compared to the Imperium of Man during the 30K era, the current Imperium of Man is truly rotten.

"Brother, many things have happened in the Imperium of Man, many things that are difficult to talk about."

"There's no need to hide it like that, Roboute. The Imperium of Man has encountered a major upheaval, which was inevitable in the grand scheme of things," Perturabo said.

"Um... thank you for your comforting words, bro, I feel much better."

Roboute's heart is now numb.

The gentle and reliable Angel of Red Sand, the rational yet unyielding Lord of Iron, and this ridiculously righteous Lorgar.

Fortunately, we are currently in a period of rest and recuperation; otherwise, the impact of these three individuals would have certainly thrown the entire camp into chaos.

What made him even more fortunate was that the Lord of Drakes had said something when he first woke up.

In the timeline where Angron exists, none of his brothers betrayed him.

Otherwise, Guilliman would have suspected by now whether they had betrayed them in that timeline.

Of course, Guilliman also thought of an even more terrifying answer, but he would keep that answer to himself.

The Emperor of Mankind betrayed the Imperium of Man.

How could that be?

Absolutely impossible.

Even though people often say to eliminate all wrong answers, no matter how outrageous the remaining answers may be, that's still true.

But this is a bit too outrageous.

At this moment, the warriors who had retreated from the battlefield of Cadia deeply felt that the God-Emperor was with them.

Some even said they saw the God-Emperor.

However, compared to Mortals, the Ultramarines see things more clearly.

That was indeed the Lord of the Word Bearers, but not the one they remembered.

This Lord of the Word Bearers is even more great, glorious, and righteous.

It's a complete replica of the Emperor himself.

Of course, besides the Imperium of Man, the Chaos faction was also extremely surprised.

The Chaos Gods, who was using the aftershocks of fate to accelerate the restoration of the Daemon Primarch, also saw Lorgar, who was radiating golden light.

"Great Empyrean, if I hadn't just Resurrection the Daemon Prince Lorgar, I would think I've gone mad," Tzeentch said through gritted teeth.

"Let's not think about these things now. We should have realized this when the Blood God's Daemon Prince died," Nurgle said helplessly.

Tzeentch wanted to retort, but when he thought of his other self, who was currently the strongest Living Saint in the Imperium, he shut up.

Another version of himself could become Living Saint of the Imperium, and rightfully serve as the Imperium Chancellor.

What's so impossible about a younger version of the Accursed?

"So what do we do next? The aftershocks of fate have only provided enough for one last counterattack," Slaanesh asked.

Regardless of the outcome of this war, they will fall into a period of weakness.

For at least the next twenty years, Chaos will be unable to cause a large-scale invasion of the Realspace.

At most, they would send their own Daemon Princes to cause some trouble for the Imperium of Man.

It is no longer possible to corrupt the territory of the Imperium of Man on a large scale.

"My suggestion is to let the Lord of Iron go in first; his Legions are incredibly resilient."

"At the beginning, the Lord of Iron was only responsible for intercepting the Grey Knights, and his losses were much less than ours."

"I agree with the Lord of Change's plan. Let's execute it."

After the three Chaos Gods voted in favor, Tzeentch immediately began his operation.

The Lord of Iron, who was originally pursuing and intercepting the Grey Knights, suddenly found that his enemies had disappeared.

But this had little impact on him, because this was the largest invasion of the Imperium by Chaos.

He needs to get to the front lines now.

Make the Imperium of Man pay the most terrible price!

Only then will the rotting corpse sitting on the throne understand who his best son is.