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"Your Majesty, we must immediately drag that rebellious scoundrel from the throne!"

When the Imperial Guards saw the Emperor beckoning, they were all numb with fear.

If Downton weren't still sitting on the throne, giving them the task of ousting him...

They all wished they could rip out several of their own hearts with their power halberds.

What a blasphemous act!

Although many people joked that the golden throne was a golden toilet.

But in the eyes of the royal guards, the throne should be the emperor's exclusive domain, and no one can offend it!
Except for the old Ma.

In short, at this moment, the Imperial Guards were even more stressed than before, given their previous state of alertness.

Looking at his men, who seemed to be insane, the emperor sighed and then beckoned to the Imperial Guards.

"clam down."

He spoke to the Imperial Guards, who immediately took it as an imperial edict, suppressed their indignation, and quietly stopped in their tracks.

Then, the emperor continued speaking to them.

"Forget about that damn throne. Isn't it the best thing that someone is willing to sit on it for me?"

Go and prepare some food for us; that's what you should be doing.

I haven't eaten warm food for a full ten thousand years.

You guys... sigh.

Look at me sitting on that damned throne, and none of you even know to bring me food and water.

Didn't you see how hungry I am?

Am I only fit to survive on the meager psychic energy left over from my battle with the Internet?

At this point, the emperor's tone inevitably became a bit rough.

Honestly, for a life like his, not eating is perfectly fine.

But not needing to eat doesn't mean he can't eat, nor does it mean he doesn't want to eat.

Over ten thousand years, apart from a few individuals with extremely pure faith, he would have to expend unimaginable effort just to speak a single word to someone.

Over these ten thousand years, he had accumulated too many things he wanted to do.

Eating is one thing, drinking is another, and paying tribute to Macardo is yet another.

And another one is beating his son!
Thinking of this, the Emperor suddenly turned his head and looked at Guilliman, who was not far away and whose face was full of fear and unease.

Just as the Emperor was watching his son, Guilliman was filled with anxiety.

The imperial guards around them were completely bewildered by the emperor's words.

The emperor actually needs to eat?

Yes!

damn it!
For the past ten thousand years, how come those who served the emperor never thought that the emperor should at least eat something?

For a moment, countless Imperial Guards had the thought of committing suicide.

As the emperor's most loyal guards, they have seriously neglected their duties!
With this thought in mind, the Imperial Guards didn't even need to look at each other before splitting into two and rushing out of the palace towards the dining room.

Hearing the footsteps of the two guards, the Emperor finally looked away from Guilliman and then shouted at the departing guards.

"Have the kitchen prepare more food; I've been starving for far too long."

Also, prepare plenty of drinks; I want to have a drink with my benefactors, and then have a good chat with... my dear son!

As soon as he finished speaking, the Emperor stopped looking at the increasingly faster-running Imperial Guards and turned his attention back to Guilliman.

Meeting his father's emotionless gaze, Guilliman swallowed hard, then raised his head and puffed out his chest, trying to maintain a proud demeanor as he addressed the Emperor.

"Father, welcome back!"

"No need. My return is just like your emergence from a static state; both are inevitable events under the stagnation of fate."

From the moment I sat in that chair, I saw the day I would stand up.

However, I never expected that I would stand up in this way. It was you and your brothers' unity and Magnus's repentance that saved me.

To be honest, my child, I'm quite surprised by everything that's happened.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Emperor strode up to Guilliman.

Judging from his expression, it seemed like he wanted to pat Guilliman on the shoulder?

But in the end, he didn't make any move. He just stared at Guilliman in silence for more than ten seconds, and then said softly.

“I can understand your original intention in promulgating the Codex Astartes.”

If nothing unexpected happens, your actions will indeed bring a positive turnaround for the empire.

But in the face of unforeseen circumstances and fate, it's time for the future soldiers to completely discard the Book of Astartes.

We cannot prevent our hands and feet from harming ourselves by binding them.

To trace it back to its source, Guilliman.

At this point, the Emperor suddenly turned around and strode toward Downton on the throne, with Death and Sandman standing on either side of the throne.

Behind him, Guilliman watched the Emperor's retreating figure and silently clenched his fists.

He was certainly not indignant because of the emperor's words.

His clenched fists only proved that he was really too excited!

When has an emperor ever spoken so many words to him in one breath?
The emperor before his descendants...

At least in front of his son Guilliman, he was always a silent, unsmiling man, like someone with social anxiety.

At the same time, the Emperor felt Guilliman's heartbeat as he advanced.

His own son was not at peace.

Yes, I really talked a lot today.

After all, it has been a full ten thousand years since they were able to communicate normally with people.

After being forcibly silenced for a full ten thousand years, heaven knows how much desire to express himself had accumulated in his heart!

He walked up to the throne, placed his right hand on his chest, and bowed with a smile to Downton and the three of them.

Let's not discuss whether the Sandman deserves to be mentioned separately.

After bowing, the emperor spoke to Downton.

"Thank you all again for your selfless help. I will never forget this day."

This day may be the beginning of a respite for the human empire, or it may be the anniversary of the empire's eventual counterattack against the aliens and the warp.

But for me, today is simply the day I gained three benefactors and friends.

On such an ordinary day, you rescued someone who had been trapped for ten thousand years, my friend.

As he finished speaking, the Emperor smiled and looked at Downton.

He laughed while taking a few awkward breaths.

As everyone knows, the emperor was not a good communicator, and he was even less good at expressing gratitude.

There is so little he can be grateful for, not just in the last ten thousand years.

Rather, it is because there have been too few of them in the nearly 40,000 years since their emergence!

Seeing the Emperor's slightly embarrassed expression, Downton grinned, then placed his hands on the armrests of the throne and suddenly spoke.

"Old Ma! Old Ma!!!" "Hmm?"

The emperor was taken aback and looked at Downton with some confusion.

After all, Downton's voice... is truly heartbreaking to hear and sadden to see.

Even Death and Sandman couldn't help but turn to look at Downton, with Death even speaking to him.

"My brother, is this what humans call 'showing off'?"
I think I heard an interesting story in your voice, but I don't think it's a sad story, nor is it about remembering anyone.

I suspect it might even be a little ridiculous.

As soon as he finished speaking, Death went straight to the throne and plopped down on the left armrest.

Dressed in gothic attire, Death, whose height had shrunk to about eight meters like Downton Abbey, leaned casually against the back of the throne, looking at the Emperor with boredom.

To the right of the throne, the Sandman glanced at his sister and Downton, then shrugged at the Emperor, who kept staring at him.

"Don't look at me, I will never sit on it like I'm dying, never!"

“I didn’t mean that. I mean, I really like your attitude. You look relaxed and carefree, without any airs or pressure. That’s the kind of person I dream of becoming.”

The Emperor waved to the Sandman, then continued speaking to Downton.

"However, Your Excellency, we have not yet introduced ourselves to each other."

"Then let me go first. I am the Emperor of the Human Empire, a pitiful man who has been burdened by pressure for forty thousand years. You can just call me Neos."

"Hmm, that's quite formal. I can tell you're not very good at self-introductions."

"If you weren't facing the three of us, wouldn't your normal self-introduction require someone like Makado to deliver a long, rambling monologue of at least four thousand words to fully explain your illustrious title?"

Downton told a joke and then made a big gesture.

The next moment, an enormous table suddenly appeared in front of the throne room.

The moment Guilliman saw the table, his eyes widened.

Before he was pierced by Fuggen's Appi sword.

Before the former war general betrayed the empire and the emperor.

Guilliman has always had a dream: to unite closely with his father and brothers and bring more dazzling glory to the human empire!

It was with that dream in mind that Guilliman secretly prepared a gift for his father and brothers.

That gift was a huge table, large enough to seat the Emperor and twenty-one Primarchs!

This table is full of Roman style, with every corner of it carved with images of archetypes and emperors, recording their great achievements.

What a beautiful table that is!

Unfortunately, Guilliman never got the chance to give the table away.

When he actually met his brothers, he realized he had been overthinking things, because his brothers were all more rebellious, stubborn, and difficult to deal with than the last!

Therefore, Guilliman sealed the table away and secretly intensified his desire for his brothers to sit at it.

Even with all his emotional intelligence, he couldn't unite his brothers as he had imagined.

And most of his brothers looked at him with obvious hatred and wariness, simply because what he did in the world of Macragge 500 was beyond their imagination!
In short, after the Horus Rebellion, Guilliman thought he would never need this table again in his life.

but now……

Looking at the large and exquisite table, Guilliman was struck by inspiration and then asked a question that he couldn't help but ask.

"Wait, Mr. Downton, you brought this table here because..."

"Call uncle!"

The emperor turned around unhappily and looked at his old-fashioned son.

After reprimanding Guilliman for interrupting his conversation with Downton, the Emperor looked back at Downton, who pursed his lips and said...

"Nios, right? I've known that name for a long time, but that's not important."

I am Downton, this is Telt, and that one over there is Morpheus.

You can also call us accidents, death, and dreams.

As for Guilliman, haha, are you excited about your brothers' upcoming return?
Damn it, I didn't bring the table to make you feel good.

"It's mainly because I have a few things I want to say to both Neos and the Primarchs!"

Before anyone could react, Downton casually grabbed someone.

The next moment, accompanied by a burst of flames, a huge body appeared directly in front of the throne.

The moment the figure landed, it quickly looked around and then spoke in astonishment.

"Wait a minute, where's my motorcycle?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the little giant in white armor patted his butt in confusion.

Boom!

The collision of the gauntlets and skirt armor produced a loud sound.

After confirming that his motorcycle had indeed disappeared, the giant shook his head in annoyance and then spoke in poetic language.

"Is this another trick of the warp? It always leaves me wavering between gaining and losing."

This isn't the kind of fantasy I like. Without speed, where does passion come from?
So where is my motorcycle? Who brought me here but left my motorcycle behind?
However, to witness the emperor's judgment of a traitor in a dreamlike state, perhaps I should actually like this dream!

As soon as he finished speaking, the white-armored giant turned to look at Guilliman, revealing a disdainful expression.

Guilliman didn't have much of a grudge about breaking his army into battle groups, because he knew that the people of the steppes always gathered like the wind, and could also disperse like the wind.

Even if the white scars are scattered into ten thousand sub-battle groups when needed.

As Khan, he firmly believed that his children would reunite into the form of the tornado of yesteryear when he needed them.

And the reason he disliked Guilliman...

In his eyes, Guilliman was a guy whose ambition was written all over his face!
Whether it's the Macurag Five Hundred Worlds, the founding of the Second Empire, or the Astartes Codex.

The Khan, as free as the wind, dislikes his scheming and ambitious brother!

When he found the Emperor standing in front of him, Guilliman stood there nervously.

In his view, his ambitious brother would certainly suffer endless blows from the emperor in his dreams.

but……

Chagatai Khan couldn't help but turn around and look at Tangton and the throne.

At that moment, his gaze became wary.

"As for you, hehe, even in the illusion, you want to overthrow the emperor and sit on the throne yourself?"

This gentleman, who is far more ambitious than my ambitious brother, must be the culprit who caused me to fall into the warp and be unable to get out, and one of those four guys, right?
Interesting, I can't even tell who you are from your clothes.

I thought your style was the same as my brothers who had fallen so low as to seek refuge with you.

For example, Nurgle should be as disgusting as Mortalis.

Or perhaps Sinai should be like Fugen, wishing he could have promotion devices growing on his face.

Or perhaps Angron should be like Khorne, with his brains in his fists.

So who exactly are you, sir? Are you the Tzeentch I haven't mentioned before?
"That's true, after all, your appearance is just as ridiculous as the schemer I imagined!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chagatai Khan proudly raised his head and looked at Tangdun without fear.

But before he could say anything more harsh to Downton in the style of the grasslands, he was stopped by the Emperor.

"Shut up, Chagatai! He is my friend and benefactor!"
This isn't the internet lane you use for racing; this is Terra, my royal palace!
Most importantly, this is not an illusion, open your eyes wide! (End of Chapter)