Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry - #1064 - Chapter 1061 Influence on the God Emperor

The God-Emperor is going to recover?

The Primarchs had mixed feelings when they heard the news. They had long known about the separation between the Emperor and the God-Emperor. The Emperor bears humanity and is the genetic father of the Primarchs. The God-Emperor is the result of the Empire’s worship for thousands of years. It can be said that he is not much different from the four evil gods in the warp.

“This God-Emperor… is he normal?” Chagatai asked, “After all, you have come down from the throne and become a free person. Without your influence, will the God-Emperor become extreme?”

“I would also like to ask this question. The belief in the God-Emperor has maintained the Empire for thousands of years, but its essence is indeed barbaric.” Fulgrim echoed Chagatai’s statement. He looked a little tired. He must have seen a lot of dirt on the road of investigating corruption with Koz Vulcan.

It’s interesting to say that Koz is too extreme, Vulcan is too kind, and Fulgrim is very humble because of guilt. The three Primarchs together have played a role of mutual supervision and checks and balances, which has also reduced many unnecessary casualties in their cleansing and investigation work.

Of course, neither Curze nor Vulkan were satisfied with the result, and Fulgrim was in the middle and it was painful to comfort both sides. But Fulgrim had no complaints, he felt that this was what he should do.

A sound of grass and trees growing sounded, and then Isa appeared beside Lin Fan, and the vines that grew gently hugged Lin Fan’s waist and arms.

“Hi~ dear~” Isa said softly, and her behavior became softer and more restrained than before. I guess she has planted a lot of trees of life with the Eldar in the past few years.

Seeing Isa coming, the Emperor slowly said, “I plan to rely on Isa’s power to solve the problem of the Emperor. Use the heart of blessing life to dilute the overly fanatical side of religion, such as sacrifice.”

With the help of Isa’s power?

The Primarchs looked weird, always feeling that the Emperor’s method was a bit unreliable. Now Isa is not only the God of Life, she is also the God of Indulgence. What if the Emperor is infected with some bad habits?

Isa had thought of the problems of the Primarchs long ago, or rather, she and the Emperor had already begun to prepare to solve the problem of the God-Emperor.

After all, it is the Human Empire that occupies the Milky Way now. No matter how decadent and corrupt it is, you cannot deny this. So when Isa planted the Tree of Life, she would come into contact with many human worlds. Those tall and lush trees were not only Isa’s shrines, but also promoted as the residence of the God-Emperor.

The flourishing life amazed the people living in the darkness of the hive city, and they shouted that this was the miracle of the God-Emperor. Local imperial departments, such as organizations such as the State Religion, looked at the growth of the Tree of Life with suspicion, but Sanguinius dispelled their hostility with dreams again and again.

This job is not easy. After all, Sanguinius is just a Primarch. He can only give dreams to a few people, instead of announcing the arrival of hope with a majestic golden light like the God-Emperor. Sometimes he also needs the help of Ferrus to use a few legendary cursed warriors to drive away the restless imperial troops.

At this point, the Primarchs had no objections, but were a little dissatisfied with the Emperor for once again hiding his tricks from them.

“So this gathering is just for notification?” Lin Fan asked, and the Emperor nodded, letting everyone understand that the new form of the God-Emperor could avoid many misunderstandings.

At this time, Lin Fan’s face looked a little strange. He suddenly remembered his previous conversation with Slaanesh. At that time, they talked about the nature of gods. It was really stupid to distinguish gods by gender, but there was indeed a clear difference between male gods and goddesses in traditional theology.

If the reborn God-Emperor would become gentle, wouldn’t that mean the birth of a queen?

Lin Fan shuddered and asked the Emperor, “So… what is the image of the God-Emperor now?”

The Emperor frowned. He was also curious about this question. Lin Fan knew something was wrong. “I think it should be similar to the past. It is as dazzling as the sun and cannot be looked at directly. Under the hot armor is extremely rational and cold.”

Lin Fan turned his head to look at Isa. A hint of purple flashed in her emerald pupils, and one eye blinked cunningly. At this moment, Lin Fan smelled the smell of Slaanesh’s love of making trouble from the smell of grass and trees.

Lin Fan shook his head. Isa ignored Lin Fan’s warning and just glanced at the Primarch and the Emperor. She stood up and saluted, indicating that she was going to guide the God-Emperor who was about to be born.

“It’s over…” Lin Fan sighed and watched Isa, Saint-Gilles, Ferrus and others disappear. The other Primarchs didn’t know what was going to happen next, and talked to each other about their work over the years.

Chagatai sat opposite Lin Fan. He could see Lin Fan’s nervousness and helplessness, and immediately a trace of doubt rose in his heart. But this emotion did not last long. His projection lowered his head and moved his fingers quickly, as if he was processing some documents.

“Oh, brother Chagatai. I have never seen you so serious. Is there any problem with the decree?” Guilliman saw Chagatai’s look and asked. He had just instructed Corax.

The Lord of the Ravens is a good stealth, but he is still a little immature in organizing government work. Guilliman heard that Chagatai had never sat at the table to handle official documents, and he wanted to help his brother.

Chagatai’s body stiffened slightly, and he asked first, “Guilliman, can you see what I am writing?”

“You can’t see. I can only make some inferences from the movements of your hands.” Guilliman said with an apologetic smile, which made Jaghatai even more nervous. “But I can only make out a few words. Are you worried about the planet’s marriage?”

“Ah…ah…” Chagatai put his hands flat on the table, looking very honest, “I was worried about, uh… the fertility rate. You know, the planet is full of waste. , many jobs require people.”

Guilliman gave his suggestions, and a set of policies designed to stimulate fertility were poured into Chagatai’s ears in a very orderly manner, making him feel a little drowsy.

Jaghatai then stopped Guilliman and said that he would call an assistant to record Guilliman’s words and bind them into a book.

“Of course, my brother.” Guilliman didn’t mind being interrupted. He re-examined what he had just said, looking for any mistakes or omissions. There must be no mistakes in policy. A bad order can affect millions of people. Life.

Jaghatai called to the door, and Khan Kosaro opened the heavy curtain and entered.