I write apocrypha in Warhammer

Everyone was stopped by the imperial guards at the shortest distance allowed, and they all looked at the skeleton on the golden throne. Some shriveled flesh could be vaguely seen on the ribs on the opponent's chest, and the meridians that were close to decay were barely connected to the limbs.

If it were dragged to the street and placed on display, no one would probably say, "This corpse is ready for life." They would only be surprised that it could persist until now and still not fall apart.

"Are you sure, Guilliman?" Fulgrim tried to confirm.

His father, who used to be the gleaming golden lord of mankind, has now turned into a decaying corpse in physical form. The huge contrast makes people feel so strange.

There is no doubt that the psychic power contained in that corpse is even more powerful than when the Emperor was alive.

Fulgrim tried to see clearly the essence of the Emperor and what was left of the father in front of him. As a result, a massive amount of information was instantly poured into his consciousness, making his brain buzz.

"traitor!"

The first sound burned Fulgen deeply, as if facing a blazing sun, stars that could erupt at any time.

"Number three."

"tool."

"coward."

"Perfect Man"

"Failure."

"new Hope."

There was no logic in the language, contradictory words, and every sound was like a heavy hammer hitting his brain.

Malice, kindness, kindness, and blame all refer to Fulgrim.

Different voices made by men, women, old and young were mixed together, echoing like a storm in the vast throne room, with neither source nor destination found.

"Father." Fulgrim endured all that, "I can help you, Father."

He was more concerned about the emperor's condition than the impact on his own spirit.

"Return."

"Redemption."

"Reckoning."

"forgive."

"Never forgive."

"Return to the shore."

"Death will never redeem you."

Chaotic sounds continued to come one after another, and the dazzling light burned Fulgen's eyes.

Countless difficult choices that affect the fate of the entire galaxy are placed in front of Fulgrim. However, no matter what choice he makes, he will lead to a dark and terrifying future. Illusive dreams quickly condense and dissipate in his vision. Every scene is watered with blood. .

Fulgrim's soul was deeply shocked, and he was covered in cold sweat.

He finally realized that the current Emperor had become a very bad thing, even worse than the Four Gods - if the situation was allowed to continue to develop like this.

Wei Mu's warning is right, they must do something to prevent what is about to happen.

"I'm absolutely sure."

Guilliman put his hand on Fulgrim's shoulder, and the purple phoenix suddenly came back to reality.

He looked around, everything was so calm, as if the lights and shadows he had just witnessed and the sounds he heard were all just figments in his mind and had never existed at all.

Trajan asked the imperial guard on duty for details and learned that not long ago, at about the moment Aisha was released, a stream of vital green energy spewed out from the webway and was injected into the body. into the Emperor's body.

That was what caused the changes in the Emperor's body.

"So our efforts are effective."

Fulgrim shook his head, throwing away the confusing information just now.

In fact, the situation of the Emperor himself is actually symbolic of the situation of the entire Empire.

If his decaying corpse can be reborn, the Empire can surely be revived.

"Of course, it will definitely be different if someone takes care of her." Wei Mu looked a little proud, "Moreover, Aisha has been imprisoned by Nurgle for so long. She has just been freed from the darkness and needs some time to regain her strength. What will happen in the future? It will definitely get better and better.”

Especially when he said the word "in the future", the smile on his face was full of visible immorality.

A Lord of Men, a Mother of the Eldar.

A bachelor who is seriously ill in bed, and a young widow who has been incarcerated.

One is ruthless and only cares about racial interests, while the other is kind-hearted and cannot see the suffering of the world.

When the two sides are paired together, they can coordinate with each other, and it feels pretty good.

What's more, this is the time when the Order camp is in crisis, and their mutual help can better reflect each other's true feelings. Compared with Erda's backstabbing at a critical moment to cause trouble, and then run away without caring about anything. Women are so much better.

"What are you thinking about?" Fulgan asked deliberately when he saw this.

Every time he chats with Wei Mu, he feels a lot more relaxed.

"I didn't think about anything." Wei Mu waved his hand.

"That expression of yours has almost written the word 'rebellious' directly on your face." Fulgen rubbed his face with his fingers.

"So what? Thought crimes cannot be considered real crimes. I can make up my mind as much as I like." Wei Mu said confidently.

"This is not certain. The Empire still has a lot of technologies that can read minds." Fulgan reminded.

"Stop scaring people here. I have made such great contributions to the emperor. I believe he will not treat me badly in the future." Wei Mu held his head high.

Saving the Lord of Mankind from water and fire, such a huge achievement should not be too much to be compared to a king with an iron hat, right? If the empire had such a title.

"How far do you think he can recover?"

Calling the two noisy men to a halt, Guilliman looked at the Emperor, whose condition had improved, with some expectation in his tone.

"This all depends on Aisha's follow-up care. Anyway, with the current situation of the empire, it is impossible for you two to stay by his side and fulfill your filial piety, and these corn spirits can't be counted on." Wei Mu waved his hand.

As soon as he said this, the Imperial Guards present all cast unkind looks at him.

They hate being called "corn spirits" the most.

Moreover, they are all famous heroes, and any one of them can crush ordinary Space Marine Chapter Masters, but in the end they appear so useless in the eyes of this mortal.

Well, although they did not help the Emperor in these ten thousand years, this is not the reason why they should be despised.

"What are you looking at?" Wei Mu and the Imperial Guards were tit for tat and scolded, "I tell you, although Aisha is a beautiful, virtuous and virtuous goddess, there will be villains around her who may deceive her, and the harem is not allowed to interfere in politics. We still have to abide by the rules, so you should pay more attention when the time comes, and don’t run around naked in the palace when you have nothing to do.”

Even though what is before us is the relationship between gods, there are so many cases in history that people really have to be wary of.

Hearing Wei Mu's words, the Imperial Guards all frowned.

How much does this kid look down on people?

With us here, how could things like listening to politics behind the curtain happen? Do we really think that the Wanfu Tuan is a vegetarian?

No, what about the harem, what about listening to politics behind the curtain, they were just using that alien goddess, and they almost got involved by this kid.

The blood pressure of the Imperial Guards all soared after they reacted, and the ultimate creature, which had long been otherworldly, actually aroused its emotions.

Perhaps this was the reason why he appeared here. Seeing Wei Mu competing with his men, Commander Trajan silently thought that after all, whether they were the original body or the imperial army, they were all a little too far away from human nature.

At this moment, the Emperor's Pen that had been worn on Wei Mu's waist suddenly felt induced and levitated directly in front of everyone.

The white quill pen exuded a holy light, and the tip of the pen drew a bright trajectory in the air, as if it was held by an invisible person.

"What are you doing?" Guilliman asked doubtfully.

As the holder of the Emperor's Pen, Wei Mu naturally had to explain this inexplicable behavior.

However, he just shook his head and said quickly: "I don't know, I didn't do this."

Wei Mu's answer made everyone present widen their eyes.

They all knew there was no need for him to tell such a lie, let alone in front of the Emperor.

And since the scene in front of him was not Wei Mu's handiwork, there was only one possibility.

Everyone once again turned their attention to the corpse on the golden throne.

"Father?"

The two primarchs tried to speak.

The quill then started to dance, using mysterious psychic power to write golden characters in the air.

The handwriting presented in front of everyone is as neat as mechanical printing, the gorgeous curves are very artistic, and the meaning expressed is extremely clear.

"My sons," the quill wrote.

"My guard."

"My scribe."

"Can you guys stop staring at me with that stupid look like you're shocked by a magic trick?"

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