Chapter 747 The Emperor Is a Social Phobic

The Great Crusade was a galactic war of expansion, with countless fleets and armies fighting side by side across vast distances that could only be crossed by warp navigation and psychic communication.

The scale and changes of this war made it difficult for the Imperial leadership to grasp the exact situation. The Emperor and Malcador had neither the time nor the energy to command the legions scattered across the galaxy, and could only hope that they could continue to move forward according to the established plan.

I chose to believe in my children. The busy Emperor took the documents handed over by Malcador. They were excellent and mature. Their desire to recreate the golden age of mankind was the same as mine. They would not let me down!

Malcador ignored the Emperor, but frowned and called Valdor over, "How long has he been alone in the interface between the webway and the throne?"

Valdor glanced at the Emperor nervously, and Malcador tapped Valdor's golden armor with his double-headed eagle staff, "Answer my question, don't look at him."

The Emperor quickly glanced at Valdor, and the threat was quite obvious.

Malcador raised his hand to block the Emperor's psychic power, and slowly straightened his waist that was a little hunched because of work. At this moment, the Imperial Chancellor looked so majestic.

Sandwiched between the two great gods, even Valdor, the head of the Imperial Guard, felt difficulty breathing.

He was loyal, so he would not betray the Emperor.

He was loyal, so he would not lie to the Emperor's best friend, Chancellor Malcador.

Big beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, which made him feel more exhausted than killing millions of orcs alone.

"Alas. Forget it." Malcador sighed and hunched his body again. It seemed that the reason why he could barely stand was because he relied on the double-headed eagle staff in his hand.

"Emperor, don't stay in the interface between the webway and the throne for too long. You are starting to become a little autistic now."

Autistic? I don't think so. I am in good condition now, and the work of the webway is also progressing steadily.

"Very good? Do you realize that you haven't spoken to me since then? You have been bombarding my brain with psychic energy!"

The Emperor's face was rarely red. He coughed lightly and apologized to Malcador.

The atmosphere was a little awkward. The Emperor flipped the document open and looked through it carefully. This was important information collected from all over the galaxy by the intelligence department formed by Malcador.

Rumors, hearsay, and ill speculation.

For the Emperor, the information on it was just like that. He would not stop their actions just because a certain legion had some problems.

The peaceful days in the warp were too precious. The Emperor wished that a day would be broken into a month. If the warp storm broke out before the completion of the webway, all the crimes that had been silently endured before would gradually magnify in the following years until the entire human empire fell apart again.

Efficiency! Efficiency! Efficiency!

The plan must be completed before the four gods!

The Emperor flipped through it quickly. The information that Malcador's department took several years to integrate consumed the Emperor's precious time of dozens of seconds.

Is this a pastime? A way to call the Emperor out from the interface between the Webway and the Throne?

Valdor looked at the Emperor and Malcador thoughtfully. The interface between the Webway and the Throne was a nightmare place, where twisted and deformed monsters would never stop screaming.

That kind of horror made all the atrocities carefully crafted by the Dark Eldar ridiculous and inferior. Valdor sometimes wondered from what evil place the Emperor and Malcador found the Throne, a terrible device that combines advancement and despair.

What would happen if you sink into the Throne for too long?

Autism? Social phobia?

Valdor did not understand the meaning of these two words. Malcador only told him that these were lost words from ancient times and would not explain the meaning to him.

Maybe this is why the two of them are great! Carrying the knowledge and destiny of darkness, they bravely opened up a paradise where humans can live in a place without light!

Valdor was excited. He unconsciously looked at the face of the Emperor and found that the solemn and tired face of the Lord of Mankind was engraved with traces of anger.

"Is this true?" The Emperor closed the document, closed his eyes and asked Malcador in disbelief.

"I think so." Malcador replied and used his psychic power to burn the report in the Emperor's hand to ashes.

"It seems that I should go out for a while."

"I will take good care of the throne, go quickly and come back quickly."

"Yes." The Emperor left with heavy steps, and Valdor followed closely behind him. He saw surprise, disappointment and anger in every footstep of the Lord of Mankind.

What will the world attacked by the Space Marine Legion look like?

The survivors guarded the fragmented world. They used to fear the aliens, wizards, and monster gods of the barbaric faith. Now they fear the barbaric rule left by the Empire.

The dead wind drifting in the ruins tells the creed of the Imperial Truth, and the Word Bearers stand on the top of the mountain and listen to Lorgar's words.

The Emperor is a god. This is a recognized iron law in the Word Bearers Legion, and in their unremitting propaganda, the soldiers of other legions also showed a hint of agreement.

Apart from the gods, who else could start such a great cause and make the powerful and unstoppable Primarchs sacrifice their lives for it?

While other legions sprinkled the land with the blood of conquest and filled the routes with tax-paying ships, the Word Bearers wandered alone, raising temples in the ruins of destruction and praising the holiness and greatness of the Emperor with planetary mass ceremonies.

Priests and priests were sent to preach among the conquered, telling that the new god would win the final victory.

Those who are loyal to the Emperor will live! Those who betray the Emperor will perish!

This fanatical religious behavior gave soldiers from other legions some ideas, and the ideas gathered into rumors that flowed among the legions and drifted in the ears of the primarchs.

This was not enough for the Imperial high-level officials to make a harsh decision on a child of the Emperor, but when the achievements of the Great Crusade were integrated and refreshed again and again, the Imperial high-level officials understood that they had to do something.

The time and resources spent on conquering worlds made officials feel heartbroken, and it was a luxury to rebuild them and establish a god-worshiping culture on the planet.

Other legions surrendered hundreds of worlds, and the Word Bearers only recaptured a fraction of their allies!

Many logistics officials were angry that the Word Bearers demanded a large amount of supplies but never paid more taxes. To them, this was a betrayal of the Great Crusade.

As things fermented, the Emperor came in person. Under the shadow of the towering and huge ship, Lorgar's body was somewhat guilty but pretending to be calm.