But he never cared about all this, especially when the supreme voice called him.

Now, He was clearly focused on the Emperor's plans, plotting evil plots in a long line of laughter, and He was not the only one doing the same.

Then, he was knocked unconscious.

[It should have been more worthy of my trust and trust, becoming the most greedy and hypocritical assistant to calm the roar and wildness of these twisted monsters I created. 】

[And didn’t we just get a ready-made place to deal with these evil thoughts? 】

After a long time, his eyes stared at the breeding warehouse marked with the [II] mark but he still moved away. The emperor finally shook his head, with only regret and anger at losing a precious creation in his voice.

At the end of the road, there was a bunker buried under the rocks. Soldiers in golden armor stood on both sides, looking intently.

The Emperor was still busy, his thoughts running at the speed of a meteor. Countless plans and plans were brought up by him in an instant, but then abandoned in the blink of an eye. Malcador caught a glimpse of a few words in them, and felt his whole body was cold.

The words are questioning his remaining conscience and morality.

[I must think about how to make up for my losses. The problem of Individual No. 2 cannot be solved by any current means. It is already difficult for it to achieve the goal I set. 】

The Emperor began to think again, his thoughts as cold as a hibernating snake.

Although compared with the three ancient gods, the one who emerged from the great destruction of the Eldar is still too young and weak, but no one doubts that the master of pleasure and all extreme emotions will become the supreme and unshakable one.

As a part of the world, He is unscrupulously stealing power from all things in the world, allowing the Silver Palace of joy to expand day by day.

The old voice contained dissatisfaction with incompetence and weakness.

If there is any being in the High Sky that all challengers are least willing to face, it is undoubtedly Tzeentch: the Lord of Change, the Master of the Crystal Maze, and the Chief Architect of all the twists and turns of fate in the world.

"Emperor...my lord."

In front of him were two huge special cultivation warehouses that could not be understood by mortal minds. The tall figure of the Lord of Terra was clearly reflected on them, vaguely covering the products inside.

The Emperor knocked on Primarch One's cabin, and through a psychic lens they could see that this nearly perfect creation actually had its own problems.

He awakened his most trusted tool.

"The most important thing is, how do we deal with these subspace components that have been removed?"

But from another perspective, in the ocean of spiritual energy and spirit, the palmer saw an extremely terrifying, indescribable, boundless behemoth.

The ruler of Terra, the emperor of mankind, and the lord of Malcador, he has never been a good person or a gentleman in the popular sense. Countless years have long washed away almost all the emotions he had as a mortal.

[Since she is already an irreparable failure...]

【Then let us use as much waste as possible.】

【My daughter, my number two, my first failure.】

【Morgan.】
Chapter completed!