Warhammer, I really didn't intend to form a second empire!

After uttering the phrase "seven items," the emperor did not continue the topic.

He turned around and turned his gaze back to the gray planet outside the porthole, as if the brief exchange about resources and technology had never happened.

Zhao Zheng wisely refrained from pressing for a specific list of the seven technological legacies. Since the Emperor had already agreed, those items would eventually end up in his hands.

Given the emperor's current stature and status, he wouldn't go back on such a promise.

Zhao Zheng was confident because he held the initiative.

The two stood quietly by the porthole for a moment, the Emperor's psychic perception extending down to the planet's surface, slowly spreading along the wind-eroded gray rock layers and canyon fissures.

A moment later, he withdrew his psychic perception, his tone carrying a calm acceptance.

"He is on the planet's surface, moving towards a ridge to the north. He is alone and has no one else with him."

"I'm going to find him now, do you want to come with me?"

Zhao Zheng nodded, and then the two of them disappeared simultaneously from the Emperor Dream's lounge, reappearing atop a towering black mountain ridge.

The surrounding air was very dry, and the heavily polluted atmosphere meant that the entire planet was almost completely dark, giving the surface a desolate gray-black appearance, with fine cracks covering the rock surfaces.

It's so desolate and dark here. That's the downside of abandoned mining planets: frequent volcanoes and earthquakes, and not a single stable settlement. It's supposed to be an abandoned mining planet, but it's somehow managed to become like a nomadic settlement.

The fact that Ferrus actually encouraged this kind of growth environment shows that Socialists are still too authoritative.

If Zhao Zheng lived in a place like this, he would have already developed technology and fled with his people.

Zhao Zheng has never experienced hardship since he was a child. He only eats vegetables that are crisp and fragrant. If a matcha cake is too bitter, he will get angry with the shop assistant. Let alone living in a world of death.

In fact, Zhao Zheng sometimes didn't quite understand why these worlds could still replenish so many soldiers for the Iron Hand.

Medusa only has about a million people, and due to the harsh environment, the population has not been able to grow effectively. How could they support an entire legion?

But Zhao Zheng didn't care too much. After all, he now had nearly 600,000 offspring and his "good brothers" auxiliary army exceeded 3 million, yet his world population was still more than enough.

The emperor had no idea what Zhao Zheng was thinking. He was just looking at Ferus in the distance, who was leading his clan to dig under this mountain ridge and search for underground black technology.

He was very tall, a full head taller than Horus and Riemann, and his body was very strong. His bright silver iron hands still shone brightly even in the dark environment.

This offspring is quite remarkable. The emperor could see his indomitable spirit and resilience at a glance. On his silent, expressionless face, his cold, white eyes showed no emotion whatsoever.

Zhao Zheng could tell at a glance that Felus was definitely a straight man with a science and engineering background, and one who was absolutely rational.

Unfortunately, appearances can be deceiving; neither he nor Magnus seemed to be the type of Primarch who would act impulsively.

In reality, both of them have very volatile tempers. Felus is stubborn and doesn't listen to anyone. If he's even slightly displeased, he'll just have his armored group crush him with heavy armor.

Magnus was even more ruthless. He talked about searching for knowledge, but when it came to actual fighting, he activated his psionic avatar, grabbed two chainsaw axes, and charged into battle.

Daily life is one thing, what people say is another. When it comes to war, the higher-ups are all about "fuck you," and "what I say goes."

It's quite a contrast.

"Let's go see your brother and see how we can get him to willingly return to the Empire."

After the Emperor finished speaking, he walked towards Feralus, constantly manifesting his psionic avatars as he flew through the air.

Zhao Zheng followed behind him, watching as he transformed from a middle-aged man who was less than 1.7 meters tall into a super-powerful man as big as him, wearing golden armor and wielding an emperor's sword.

Do we have to rely on psychic charm to gain favor first, and then use unparalleled martial power to "influence" our offspring?

Zhao Zheng couldn't help but think of Ruth's huge appetite, wondering how many punches Ruth could withstand from the Emperor.

If he remembered correctly, this was also a stubborn kid who longed for someone to defeat him. He even fought the emperor for seven days and seven nights, leveling the surrounding mountains.

In any case, Zhao Zheng thought that the emperor must have released the sea, or that the Medusa people had forcibly changed history to save face.

It should be the former. The emperor seems to still have a lot of humanity now, but the feeling later is like he's become a completely different person.

If Zhao Zheng hadn't known the Emperor for a long time, he would have felt that the Emperor he knew later had been possessed by the King of Darkness.

"How do you plan to win over my brother?"

Zhao Zheng asked.

"See what he wants. Your brother is a bit eccentric and aloof, but he should be easy to get along with. I can feel the passion hidden beneath his cold exterior."

Zhao Zheng didn't ask any more questions. He decided to let the emperor handle it himself, since he was just a guide. However, he was also thinking about how to build a good relationship with Felus.

To be honest, Zhao Zheng was somewhat inclined to share the matter of the Ironborn with Felus.

Felus is a tight-lipped person, and he is very fond of these advanced technologies. Most importantly, he has also secretly developed some Abomination Intelligence Dreadnoughts.

After all, this thing is really useful, an absolute master at breaching city walls and attacking fortifications. How could someone like Ferus possibly resist using such a good thing?

Should we reveal this to Ferrus beforehand to get closer to each other?

Zhao Zheng was considering this question very seriously.

……

For some reason, Ferrus had a restless feeling today. When he set off, he felt that something big might be waiting for him on the other side of the ridge.

This feeling became stronger the closer we got to the ridge.

He couldn't quite explain what this feeling was; someone who had always believed in steel and technology had never felt this way before.

Even when he was seriously injured when he killed the silver dragon, he never felt this way.

Suddenly, Felus stared straight ahead, his figure momentarily frozen, and it took him a while to gradually come to his senses.

He raised his hand and stopped the convoy. The people of the Avinia clan didn't quite understand why. Were they not going to explore today?

But they soon understood why.

Two enormous figures were approaching them, seemingly slowly but incredibly quickly.

Their steps were not fast, but their speed was ridiculously fast, and they were even taller and stronger than their leader.

Especially the golden giant at the very front, whose intense golden light forced everyone to instinctively turn their heads as he drew closer.

So dazzling, so powerful.

This was the first impression of the Avinia clan, but not the emperor in Felus's eyes.

Ferrus has always pursued perfection in himself, whether it be his physique, strength, or the tenacity and power of his will. He longs to move towards this ultimate goal.

But today, he met the person he considered truly perfect.

No, it shouldn't be "perfect." Felus felt that using the word "perfect" to describe an emperor was blasphemous!

He could no longer be described as perfect. Felus didn't know how to express this feeling, because he felt a familiar and incredibly intimate feeling in the Emperor.

He knew that the goal he had pursued all his life had appeared, and it was even more perfect than the perfect image in his mind!

Ferrus stood still, his silver iron hands hanging at his sides, his knuckles clenching and unclenching slightly.

The Avinia clan members involuntarily took several steps back as the Emperor approached. These warriors, the strongest clan above Medusa, instinctively tightened their formation, like a group of prey suppressed by the aura of a predator.

But Ferrus did not retreat.

His gaze remained fixed on the Emperor, from his golden pupils to his golden armor that shone with a soft light, and then to his face that concealed some ancient power.

He could feel that familiarity, that tremor that spread from the depths of his bones, the power hidden within his bloodline genes, as if something within him had been awakened by that golden figure.

"who are you?"

Ferrus spoke, his voice steady, with a slight tremor.

The Emperor stopped about ten steps in front of him, and the light of his psychic energy dimmed slightly, allowing people to see his face clearly.

“I am your father, Felus Manus. I have come to take you back to where you belong.”

The Emperor extended his right hand, extending an invitation to Feralus, and activated his psychic charm to its maximum.

"Come with me, my son, return to the Empire, lead your legions, and fight alongside me to conquer the galaxy, to complete the Empire's unfinished work, and to fight for the revival of humanity."

The Emperor's voice wasn't particularly loud; instead, it carried a sense of approachability. But this approachability seemed to possess a mysterious magic, drawing not only Ferrus but also the mortal warriors of the Avinia clan to him.

Tears even welled up in their eyes, whether from the dazzling golden light or from being completely bewitched by the emperor, it was hard to tell.

Such incredible ability! Zhao Zheng couldn't help but feel a little envious.

He was able to subdue the remnants of the Dragon Kingdoms because of his appearance, combined with the Primarch's inherent allure.

But the Emperor's allure is truly unreasonable. Once his psionic powers are activated, not only Primarchs like Felus, but even those arrogant sprouts have to involuntarily address him as Lord of Mankind, and even the fungi like the Greenskins who enjoy the thrill of battle have to call him "Brother Emperor."

This bug-like ability really made Zhao Zheng extremely jealous.

If he had that ability, he would have led the charge when attacking the heart of the river and captured the dwarves without shedding a drop of blood.

Felus remained silent for a long time, his gaze shifting back and forth between the emperor's face and those golden eyes.

His absolutely rational mind made it impossible for him to accept that a complete stranger he had just met claimed to be his offspring and wanted him to return to some empire to complete unfinished business.

He did not immediately refute or question it; his composure prevented him from easily believing any unverifiable statement.

But the sense of familiarity that came from deep within his body made it impossible for Ferrus to simply categorize it as some kind of deception or hallucination.

He knew that this stranger was right. From the bottom of his heart, Felus believed that this was his father. The throbbing of blood and genes never lied.

"Father."

Felus acknowledged the fact, but both the Emperor and Zhao Zheng could sense that he had not completely submitted.

He seemed unwilling to return to the empire with the emperor just like that.

“Come with me, my son, stand beside me, with your brothers.”

The emperor did not lower his right hand; he was waiting for Feralas.

“I acknowledge that you are my father, but I am unwilling to return to the Empire with you.”

"Ferus suddenly said."

The emperor suddenly became interested in his cold-faced son.

"What do you want, my son?"

"You have a legion forged from your bloodline genes, and a fleet that allows you to conquer the stars. If you want more, perhaps you can come to my treasure vault and choose what you need. I believe you will not be disappointed."

Perhaps because Zhao Zheng had tricked him before, the Emperor subconsciously thought that Felus was also negotiating with him, trying to squeeze some benefits out of him.

But Ferrus was clearly not the kind of greedy person Zhao Zheng was.

He stared at the Emperor, his usually calm eyes now brimming with an astonishing fighting spirit.

He took a warhammer from his waist and took off the armor that was only used to cover his body. At this moment, his fighting spirit of seeking no defeat reached its peak!

"I have always been pursuing the ultimate perfection in both body and will. I have traveled all over the world on Medusa, fought fiercely with the storm giants on the Karashi peak, and fought to the death against the dark technology left behind by Medusa. In the end, I also fulfilled my vow and killed the silver dragon that I unintentionally released."

"I have never been defeated by Medusa, so I have always been pursuing the ultimate perfection of mind and body, because I can feel that I have not yet reached my ideal state of perfection."

"Therefore, I challenge you."

Felus's voice echoed clearly and firmly across the gray wilderness.

He took a step forward, his silver iron hands gleaming coldly in the dim light. The metallic patterns on his palms deformed slightly as his knuckles tightened, producing a fine metallic scraping sound.

“If you are truly my father, if you are truly worthy of my following, then you are here, and use your power to convince me.”

Felus stared directly at the Emperor's face, his tone devoid of emotion, conveying only a pure desire for battle.

He desperately craved a battle that would force him to evolve once more, and he also wanted to know just how powerful this man who claimed to be his father, the perfect person in his eyes, truly was.

The emperor did not answer immediately, but his interest grew even stronger.

He lowered his outstretched right hand, his gaze lingering for a moment on Felus's iron hands, before nodding slightly.

"Okay, if that's the kind of proof you want, then I'll give it to you."

He turned to the side and gestured towards an open area on the other side of the ridge.

"Go over there, it's more spacious, and our battle won't affect your people."

Without hesitation, Ferrus strode toward that area.

The people of the Avinia clan stood still, watching their leader and the golden giant walk one after the other into the open space in the distance. No one spoke, and no one followed.

Zhao Zheng followed suit. How could he miss such a "battle"? Otherwise, coming here would be a huge waste.

He watched the Emperor and Feralus's retreating figures, the Emperor's psionic energy spreading outwards in a form he had never seen before.

Zhao Zheng knew that the emperor had most likely chosen to go easy on him, and might still fight with Feralus for several days and nights.

But he will ultimately prevail, because in the real universe, apart from the warp gods, the high technology of the necromancers, and the complete outer being of the Star God, no one can defeat the Emperor.

The two stood facing each other in that open area, about two hundred paces apart.