This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 497 Imperial Chancellor, I Miss You

I am the Emperor of all humanity. It was I who rose up when humanity's borders were utterly shattered, ending the centuries-long warlord conflicts that had ensnared Terra, and leading humanity to once again leave our home planet.

[I am the Emperor of all humanity. I have accomplished what even the Ancient Saints could not, creating 21 unprecedented offspring who roam the galaxy. Together we banished the ignorant Old Age of Night, exterminated the rising alien races, and led humanity to its true pinnacle.]

I am the Emperor of all mankind. Even in this time of empire's decline, I still stand upon the golden throne, guiding countless humanity forward with my starlight.

I am the emperor of all mankind. How can I waste my life trapped in this office, or in offices on other planets?

As the pile of documents representing orders in front of him grew ever higher, and he listened to the rustling sounds around him, he saw detailed plans, written with himself at the core, being produced by the busy work of many primitives. These plans were then brought together amidst the clicking sounds of documents rubbing against each other, and then landed with a thud on top of the mountain of documents in front of him, awaiting his execution.

Looking at everything before him, the emperor's face hardened.

After completing the detailed communication, the emperor was naturally in no hurry to leave.

Now that the agreement has been reached, the next step is naturally to get to work.

Currently, as a node within the Dawnwing fleet, he needs to communicate with other entities that can allow him to descend, ensuring that the previously reached agreements can be implemented. He can't just make verbal promises and then forget about them after returning to the Golden Throne.

With the Wings of Dawn constantly replenishing his pure soul, diluting the external influence from faith, the Emperor was able to maintain the normalcy of these souls for a long time.

but--

Why are there so many?

He was happy to provide guidance during the initial development of the network, and he would also pay attention to the soul fragments of Saint Geres. He could also handle the replication and input of various Golden Age technologies, and the transfer of the assets of the Warp-bound Legion was also acceptable.

But why is he always the executor? Is there no one else in the empire capable of doing this job?
And this AI governance—he agreed to become the operator of the star sector AI, but why go into detail about the planet's local institutional construction? It's not like it's the planet's capital. Just make do with a concentrated conscription. What's the point of all this institutional stuff, culture, ecology, and other unnecessary things? After we concentrate our efforts to defeat it, we can just let humanity reignite the battle royale.
Looking at the documents before him, the emperor truly felt that he had witnessed what a primordial beast was like.

These layers upon layers, like ever-growing and expanding body tissues, gradually grew larger, as if a colossal beast, about to devour him completely, had opened its deep, ink-black maw and was whispering to him.

Even if you, Emperor, are trapped on the golden throne, your personalities intertwined, and your path to godhood becoming increasingly shorter, you still have many things to do and cannot rest yet.

As the emperor's face began to be obscured by a majestic light, his features were swallowed up by the radiance until an astonishing and omnipotent aura enveloped him.

Under Corax's astonished gaze, Guilliman and Lane became noticeably more cautious in their movements.

He frowned as he glanced at the emperor. Even though he was using someone else's body, his father was still that weary mortal in his eyes.

However, for most of those present, the one standing before them was still the emperor who had given them life, led them to countless achievements, and was the one who embodied the great power that made it difficult for them to look directly at him.

He was majestic and incredibly powerful.

But in any case, he is a person.

"Your Majesty, I remember Makado once said of you: charismatic, incredibly talented, and with countless achievements, but always lacking patience. You always prefer to solve extremely complex problems in a direct, simple, and violent way. If you encounter something that bothers you, you skip it if you can, and if you can't, you just find some nonsensical answer to gloss over it—"

Romulus patted the Emperor on the shoulder and handed him a document titled "Implementation Plan for AI Operation Management Regulations," indicating that he should prioritize this matter.

To be honest, the little girl who is now acting as the Emperor's mouthpiece is quite cute when she is in control of herself, but after the Emperor possesses her, Romulus subconsciously doesn't want to treat her as a human being.

He looked earnestly at the emperor, whose face was stern. The strong air of sternness that once clung to the ruler's face had somehow faded away.

Ramses, who was still racking his brains for a solution to the subspace problem, looked up and immediately continued the conversation.

"That's not good. You could easily get beaten up and left paralyzed on the toilet, unable to get off."

Sizzle~
Before Guilliman and the others could even show a look of horror, under the torment of all sorts of shocking statements, the justice historian Aglaia, who had been playing a minor role all along, accidentally slipped his pen.

The metal scraped across the pages, leaving a large amount of abrupt ink marks. Aglaia immediately broke out in a cold sweat and instinctively reached for his sleeve to wipe it, smearing the original writing into a blob.

Emperor—human beings above, I'm afraid I'll never forget this time.

Not daring to mention the Emperor's name to his face, Aglaia tried to understand the words in her head.

However, the result was disastrous.

Finally, when no one was paying attention to her, the Supreme Judge hurriedly tore off the paper that was now soaked with her handprint, breathed a long sigh of relief, and began to record again.

"That's right, Your Majesty. Please use your wisdom to judge the value of our choice."

The tall knight approached the Emperor, and the voice that had inspired countless Astartes and Imperial generals to fight for him reached his ears.

“You are the emperor of all mankind. When you came here, we saw what you are like. We saw an indomitable will and an unwavering determination. We know that you will not give up and that you will overcome any difficulty. For you, the mundane and the glorious are equally challenges that must be overcome and neither can be shirked.”

"Having seen these qualities in you, we assigned you a challenging task, not because he thinks you are worthless, but quite the opposite—"

Arthur put down the document; the heavy pressure caused tiny fluff particles to fly out from between the overlapping pages.

“We don’t believe anyone else can accomplish these tasks.”

Guilliman and Lane were immediately moved.

Arthur is the better talker.

Isn't this describing their father? Isn't this describing them, still fighting for the empire?
These are all my words!
And how come you guys are so skilled?

The Emperor, who didn't think these PUA tactics were of any use, blinked in confusion.

Oh no, my ever-effective charm isn't working anymore.

He lowered his head, letting the characters on the document scroll through his mind, lost in thought.

That's not right. Before, as long as he put on a stern face, people like Macado, Waldo, and his sons would rush over to fawn over him and ask about his well-being without asking any questions. He could then throw out the problems and they would take them on and solve them themselves, allowing him to skip over these issues and move on to the next stage of the story.

"Then, in the blink of an eye, I found myself jumping onto the throne."

Ramses added another sentence.

Honestly, without the psionic filter, it's not hard for them to guess what the Emperor is thinking.

The emperor looked up and glared at the other party.

The Imperial Guards, who had just been captured and were responsible for reviewing and refining the document requirements and, in some cases, personally carrying them out, were also sweating profusely.

Ramses shrugged and went back to his work.

It's simple. Time travelers don't buy into that, and they don't have any romantic feelings for emperors. They skip over this and that. If they only had a hundred years to live, that would be fine, but when they die, they're head over heels in the sky, and there's not enough time. They can only choose to trust the wisdom of future generations. Anyway, once I'm dead, who cares about the deluge?

The problem is that no one is sure if they still have a lifespan. If things go wrong, they might end up suffering the consequences themselves. It's better to do things seriously from the beginning, rather than making do and ending up getting kicked out by the Four Gods.

Moreover, judging from the experience summarized by the members of Dawnwing, the reason why the chaos pollution in the Empire could not be contained in the past was because they did not differentiate themselves from chaos.

Although the Emperor is definitely the more reliable boss, the actual art styles of these five are quite similar, and their oppression of the population is fatal. Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to step on a landmine every few steps in the Nest City.

Karna simply paid his followers a salary, which moved them to tears and forced countless high-ranking church officials to become mere organizers. In less than fifty years, he essentially monopolized the faith in all special districts except for the Great Vortex. One can only imagine how disastrous the Empire's grassroots governance had been in the past.

Therefore, differentiation from the Chaos Party in terms of governance is essential, and since they are currently capable of doing so, they must definitely focus their efforts on this aspect.

The Emperor, whose personality is so strong that even the Golden Throne cannot shake him, is definitely the best regulator.

After all, even the best policies are useless if they can't be implemented.

"Macado—"

Seeing that he was really going to become an employee, the emperor raised his eyebrows and looked at the light source shining on the book. It was as if he saw a deeply lined old face in the light, showing him a gentle and trusting expression.

"I miss you."

"Even if I miss him, I still have to work."

Another AI oversight execution document from the Bar Star System was presented to the Emperor, which included the type, case number, and specific content that had been reviewed.

Once the Emperor's power manifests, the Imperial Guard stationed there can be sent to take over, forming a complete governance system in conjunction with the Holy Blood Angels.

Guilliman cautiously reached out, wanting to help his father, but was stopped by a stack of study materials from Ramses.

"You're still thinking about your dad? What help can you be in your psionic Muggle state? Finish your own tasks and then learn. I'll be doing online spot checks later."

Guilliman looked distressed and obediently accepted the study materials.

He truly dared not oppose Ramesses now. The Emperor's dark history was endless, and if he couldn't meet the Dawnwing's demands, considering his own performance in the Great Rebellion, his fate would be—

Just thinking about it is suffocating.

He quickly shook his head, realizing that if he didn't work hard he would suffer social death. Ultimately, he gave up on saving his father and carefully looked at the textbook, which was almost dissected into tiny pieces, equivalent to liquid food for a psionicist.

He's already studying very diligently.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The emperor's expression grew increasingly bitter.

Verbal agreements were transformed into documents and detailed plans, and began to be executed systematically under Dawnwing's efficient communication system.

"Karna, what's the current situation in the Vortex Sector?"

Romulus, the administrative central figure, asked his subordinate, who was also the combatant, about the matter.

"It's still the same. To the north are Greenskins, to the south are Tyranids, and to the east and west are chaos. The Tyranid invasion has been contained, and I am replacing the faith."

The Hive Will has been fighting against the Empire's ever-expanding genetic detection devices. Currently, many gene-stealing clans have acquired genetic disguises, mainly by mimicking the chaotic and redundant fragments from various branches of the Empire's humans to deceive the detection equipment.

In this situation, the empire once again resorted to faith.

Unlike the Emperor, whose left and right brains were constantly at odds, Karna, though his brain wasn't capable of handling so many affairs, was able to establish an administrative team in the Eternal Heaven, and keep abreast of the situation at the grassroots level by collecting prayers.

The infection from gene-stealers is not only physiological but also psionic. The infected gradually become controlled by the hive's will, and their psionic signals are integrated into a psionic network centered on the gene-stealer patriarch. This psionic connection is difficult to sever, making the infected permanently subordinate to the collective consciousness of the Tyranids in terms of thought and will.

Therefore, even if gene stealers manage to evade the technological screening process, they will find it difficult to evade the test of faith.

If you truly believed Karna, it would be even simpler; just put them in the box.

It's truly hellish. The Tyranid invasion ironically propelled the spread of the Karna faith, and now the angelic faith is overwhelmingly replacing the chaotic ecosystem at the bottom of the empire.

After all, the empire's upper echelons could rely on the Emperor when it came to matters of life and death, but the lower echelons could only rely on Karna when it came to matters of life and death.

"Next, I will go to the Armageddon Sector. According to information provided by the clown, there is a separate abandoned network tunnel there. They control the portal. I will be responsible for forcing the Orks in. Then I will meet up with Ramses and begin the conquest of Comoros."

Arthur then spoke.

“We will proactively investigate the Khan’s whereabouts. Secondly, we need to pay further attention to Ruth in the warp, and as for the space necromancers, we need a large-scale Blackrock Array in the important production areas of the five special zones to ensure that Chaos cannot directly interfere. Only the Necromancer Dynasty can complete such a project. I will handle this through Talasiam during this period.”

These military operations all required his control, but fortunately, once he had a plan, it wasn't too difficult; he could just take it one step at a time.

Through the Emperor's completion of a more detailed plan for local governance, and the security of many key positions before they could formally confront the Emperor, their plans were gradually unfolding.

Romulus, Karna, and Guilliman can focus on development.

The Network Project must be executed; even if the wormhole is discovered, the Network Project is the best insurance.

Comoros is no small place. Back in the Eldar Empire era, it was the largest hub in the Web, with a diameter as large as a star system. Its operation required the constant transfer of stars from the physical universe for power.

Moreover, compared to the Ark Eldar, whose population has been wiped out, the Dark Eldar have never lacked population. Even though years of mutual slaughter and fear of Slaanesh have caused the rapidly changing Dark Eldar descendants to gradually lose their psionic talents, they still have many ancient ancestors. They can really bring out all kinds of ancient Eldar technologies when they are forced to.

This will be a tough battle, and we must plan carefully.

However, with the network tunnel boring machine, they might be able to launch a surprise attack on the Dark Eldar.

"Very good, the plan is on track."

Romulus threw the copied file out to continue torturing the Emperor, then slammed the document down to flatten it before handing the original to Arthur.

With the plan in place, the next step is to get started.

He looked up at the group, who had gradually come to understand each other's tasks through their banter.

It's about time we parted ways.

(End of this chapter)