Chapter 1039 The Emperor Stands Up

After thinking about it, Lin Fan said to everyone, "I want to try to create the world. Just like Perturabo said, the Milky Way is too small for us. If we don't think about exploring, we will kill each other sooner or later."

"Well, it seems we have something to do again."

Everyone stood up and dispersed. Only Lin Fan, the Emperor, Isa, Xilego, Odemeier and the Silent King were left in the conference hall.

"King of Silence, I remember your Brilliant Star Map records all the galaxies in the Milky Way, right?"

"That's right, what are you going to do?"

"What else can I do? First, remember as many planets and things on them as possible within 50 years, so that even if Tzeentch explodes, I can save a few more. And I think, after seeing so many, I have a rough idea in my mind, which can be regarded as preparation for the next creation."

Lin Fan's words made sense, and the King of Silence could only nod in agreement, "But there are still some problems. Orikan, who is responsible for the Brilliant Star Map, seems to be trapped in Angron's body. We have to try to release him first, but I think with the help of the Void Dragon, this should not be a problem."

"That's good." Lin Fan saw the King of Silence open the super-time and space tunnel, and he did not delay time. For him, every minute and every second meant that thousands of lives were remembered, and even if they were just a shallow impression, they might save their lives. As for the future, let's talk about it in the future.

Isha ​​said goodbye to Lin Fan, or rather, her Slaanesh side said goodbye to Lin Fan. After Isa and Slaanesh merged, Lin Fan could clearly feel this change. More realistic than the kind Isa, more gentle than the extreme Slaanesh. Perhaps it is true as Xilego said that neutral gods are good for everyone.

Lin Fan passed through the hyperspace tunnel, followed by the Silent King and Trazyn. For them who had been sleeping for 60 million years, Tzeentch's 50-year preparation period was as short as a moment.

Seeing Lin Fan completely disappear, Isa also left. She needed to appease the remaining Eldar and guide them to plant the Tree of Life on more worlds. The abundant life force would balance the power of Slaanesh. Xilego saluted exaggeratedly to the empty seat, and then disappeared in the bursting ribbons.

Only Odemeier and the Emperor's Statue were left in the conference hall. Odemeier, who had been silent all the time, sighed deeply. She seemed to understand the pursuit of those finalists at the time.

When only the broken eaves and broken walls are left in the existing world, and a higher world opens a ray of light to them, any scientist who believes in the pursuit of truth will choose to continue to explore upwards, at all costs.

If we knew this earlier, could we avoid many things?

Odemaier was unhappy with this regretful and regretful thought. She picked up the Emperor's statue and walked towards the throne room. Although the machine called the Ascension Throne lacked the most precious part, it did not mean that it was useless.

As a legacy obtained by sacrificing the golden years of mankind, the throne can do a lot of things, and if the Emperor wants to come down from the throne, Odemaier's assistance is indispensable.

Many people gathered in the throne room, and those unwilling Primarchs were also forcibly carried over by their brothers. They had different thoughts, but their eyes were all on the throne.

The Space Marines who were fortunate enough to follow the Primarchs waited outside the throne room with the Imperial Guards. Although they could not see the scene inside the throne room, it was exciting enough to just kneel on this magnificent ground full of history and glory.

Hope, Bjorn, Wodehouse, Kaiser White Fang, Korvin, Corsaro, Stunus, Azrael...are all here. Although they passively know about the dark and cruel past, they always believe that the Emperor can lead them to victory and hope.

Of course, those who are familiar with Lin Fan also put their hopes on him. Bjorn and Logan caught Kaiser White Fang and Wodehouse as soon as the meeting ended. These two old wolves who were on a mission outside are very familiar with Lin Fan.

"Is he trustworthy?" Bjorn asked. Wodehouse and Kaiser White Fang scratched their heads and answered sincerely, "He is not a bad person."

In the throne room, Odemayer approached the throne with a complicated look. The Emperor sat quietly on the throne, and his body still looked like a skeleton.

Odemayer found the interface of the throne. This device has been ignored by the mechanical priests for a long time, but even if they noticed it, they had no corresponding means to connect it to the throne.

Odemaier adjusted her fingers to make the nerves on her fingertips extremely dense, and then she touched the excuse, and her very active brain sent her consciousness into the throne.

The data sea inside the throne was dark and lonely, as terrifying as a rotten womb suffering from countless diseases. This was the place that contained all the sufferings created by the final child.

"This is not a small job..." Odemaier couldn't help but sigh, sinking into the data sea to adjust the throne's entangled, complex and dangerous codes.

To outsiders, Odemaier's work seemed very ordinary. She first felt around in the huge structure of the throne, then rubbed her fingers a few times and fell asleep leaning against the throne.

Being able to sleep leaning against the throne was an impossible action in the past. The throne used to be filled with suffering inside and wrapped in the power of the Emperor. Even the imperial guards had to avoid getting too close and being burned to ashes.

For a long time, the silent throne made a faint rumbling sound, and then everyone could see a faint layer of light flowing on the surface of the huge throne. They rushed towards the corpse-like emperor, as if they were trying to remove all these years from the emperor. It's like sending back the power extracted from the body.

As the light flows, the corpse on the throne grows back into a physical body bit by bit, and tissues such as nerves and blood vessels are inexplicably formed, and are then wrapped in muscles and skin.

Watching the Emperor slowly recover, Leman Russ couldn't hold back his tears at that time. He pursed his lips tightly, and two lines of tears fell from his cheeks to the ground. He had imagined this scene many times, but he really couldn't. After experiencing it personally, he still couldn't suppress the emotions in his heart.

Angron remained silent, while Curze hissed, squinting his eyes like a photophobic bat and blocking his vision with his hands. If Fulgrim hadn't been standing behind him, Curze would have fled into the darkness.

Magnus and Lorgar had complicated expressions. They were not mentally prepared to face the Emperor. Even like Fulgrim and Perturabo, they did not know what kind of explanation they would give their heirs next. Everything that was once destroyed is now a scar burned into their hearts.

As for Mortalion, he was still in a state of confusion, his mind was blank. For him, everything happened too fast and too hastily.