In the game "Super God": 800 Astartes at the start!

Chapter 155 As expected, you can't expect much from a weasel's emotional intelligence.

Since Saint Gilles came to this world, the Emperor has been unable to see the future as before.

This is both a good thing and a bad thing.

For Emperor, who had already wanted to take a gamble, this only strengthened his resolve to do so.

The fact that the future is unknowable means that it holds infinite possibilities, and even evil gods cannot disrupt their plans by trying to predict the future.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Emperor could even sabotage the Chaos God.

"Yes, my son. After returning to Terra, you will each receive your own Astartes Legion."

After speaking, the Emperor paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over Saint Gilles and the other two. His tone softened as much as possible: "How did you create your Astartes Legion?"

Before Angron and Luo Jia could speak, Saint Gilles stepped forward and began to tell the Emperor about the origins of their Astartes Legion.

"Father, I come from a future timeline. I learned the relevant technology in that timeline and memorized it."

Saint Gilles paused for a moment after speaking, his tone carrying a hint of uncertainty.

"Father, I don't know why I ended up in this timeline. I was already in..."

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Just as Saint Gilles was about to continue speaking, the Emperor raised his hand and stopped Saint Gilles from saying anything more.

"There's no need to say it, my son. It's better not to reveal what follows."

The emperor's deep voice rang out.

Saint Gilles nodded. He knew the emperor's concerns, so he didn't continue and remained silent about the future.

Although Angron and Luojia, who were sitting next to Saint Gilles, were a little curious about what their elder brother was about to say, they suppressed their curiosity after hearing the Emperor's words.

"It seems that Saint Gilles is the variable, although I don't know why he came from the future."

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"However, it has at least had a significant effect on humanity, and perhaps this time it can truly be accomplished."

"The emperor pondered the changing future in his heart, and became even more determined in his thoughts."

Afterwards, the Emperor arranged for Angron and Loka to rest in rooms, and the fleet began to set sail for Terra again.

Soon, with the departure of Angron and Luojia, only Saint Gilles and the Emperor remained in the reception hall.

Saint Gilles was somewhat curious about why the weasel had left him behind, and what it would do to him.

At the same time, the emperor was also organizing his words, thinking about how to say them.

Finally, after a moment of silence, the Emperor looked at Saint Gilles and slowly spoke: "My son, you may be wondering why I have kept you here."

"Yes, Father, I have some doubts about why you left me behind."

Saint Gilles nodded, echoing the emperor's question.

"The future you experience is not necessarily the present future, my son. Don't bring the things you see in the future into the present. They may influence your judgment, but they can only serve as a reference, not an excessive one."

The Emperor decided to explain the situation to Saint Gilles and tell him not to rely too much on past future events in order to prevent the plan from failing.

In the Emperor's view, Saint Gilles, who came from the future, must have experienced something and perhaps knew which Primarchs would rebel in the future.

But that's just one possibility among countless future timelines. If his son affects his plans because of this, then it would be a loss.

One's own online strategy must not have any mistakes and must not be disrupted.

This was humanity's only way to escape the warp, and the Emperor couldn't help but take it seriously.

"So that's what Old Man Huang wanted to talk to me about. Why didn't he guide Koz on any predictions about the future? Why is his emotional intelligence suddenly kicking in..." Saint Gilles thought to himself, criticizing the old man Huang who was advising him.

After venting his frustrations, Saint Gilles nodded, indicating that he understood what the other person meant and would not let future experiences affect him.

Seeing that Saint Gilles obediently followed orders, the emperor was quite satisfied.

After resolving this matter, the Emperor turned his attention to the Great Qin Eight Hundred Worlds established by Saint Gilles and his companions.

The eight hundred worlds conquered by Saint Gilles and his group happened to be a supply station for the Empire's recapture of the Taiping Starfield. If they were willing to supply the Empire, the speed of the Empire's expedition would be greatly accelerated.

Furthermore, the Empire will find it much easier to supply the Pacific region.

With this in mind, the Emperor looked at Saint Gilles and prepared to speak about these matters.

"My son, the empire needs the supplies from the Great Qin Eight Hundred Worlds that your empire has built..."

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Hearing the old man Huang speak so directly and bluntly, Saint Gilles was silent for a moment.

"Alright, alright, is this how you beg for help? What's the difference between this and saying, 'Son, kneel down and I'm begging you for a favor'?"

"As expected, we shouldn't have had any expectations for the emotional intelligence of the weasel."

Saint Gilles mentally ranted about the yellow weasel's emotional intelligence. He began to wonder if the same thing was said when the Gayman's Altera 500 Worlds supplied the Empire.

"Forget it, it's not anything important anyway. Let's see if we can get some technology or something. It's all for the revival of humanity..."

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Saint Gilles comforted himself, raised his head, looked at the emperor, and agreed.

"Yes, no problem, Father. The Great Qin Eight Hundred Worlds that I created can provide supplies for the Empire."

After speaking, Saint Gilles paused for a moment, to see if the Emperor would offer him some benefits on his own initiative.

After a pause of a second or two, the Emperor also spoke.

"Very good, my son. With your help, we have taken another giant leap forward on the road to the revival of humanity. He will greatly accelerate our progress in reclaiming humanity's lost territories..."

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Listening to what the Emperor said, Saint Gilles sighed inwardly: "Well, it seems I really can't have too high expectations for Old Man Huang's emotional intelligence. I still have to speak up myself."

"But what should we order?"

Saint Gilles was multitasking, pondering what good things he should ask Old Man Huang for.

"The Imperial Guard technology is definitely out of the question. The Super Astartes technology is possible, but the probability is certainly not high. After all, during the Horus Rebellion, the Duck King's offspring were almost wiped out in the Istvan V landing massacre. He had to beg the Emperor for a long time before he finally got the technology."

"Given Old Huang's current mindset, he definitely won't hand it over easily. He'll just have to wait to sign in."

After a moment's thought, Saint Gilles asked the Emperor for what he needed.