Chapter 518 Dahuang, you don’t have much time left!
Holy Terra.

The Emperor felt much more relaxed when he woke up from his deep sleep again, especially after the Khorne demon left the human webway under his butt. He suddenly felt his mind clear and even his butt felt much more comfortable.

In a confrontation on an unobservable level, the losing party will always face many uncomfortable special punishments. For example, there is not much good meat on the emperor's body now, and he is just a dried-up skeleton.

For the Emperor, his most powerful psychic power can completely restore his body instantly, but the prerequisite is that he can draw out the strength to stand up from this damn golden toilet.

The term "golden toilet" came from the mouth of his adopted son Ferrus, which made the emperor feel fortunate, thinking that he was probably having an even worse life than him.

No matter how strong you are, people are like this. Although they go through hardships, as long as they see someone who is worse off than themselves, their mood instantly becomes better, especially when they compare themselves with another self, it feels even better!
Through the speaker that Ferrus had installed for him, the Emperor summoned his loyal guards and asked the two little corn elves to call Angron and let the guards scratch his nose.

Seeing the emperor's order, the imperial guards who were summoned ran to call for help, while another took out an electric drill and went forward to repair the emperor's nostril.

In order to make the Majesty he served comfortable, the Imperial Guard simply called Soraza picked up an electric drill, first applied essential oil on the Emperor's face, then took out a can of corrosive potion specially made by the Mechanicus to soften the surface, and then started the electric drill.

With a burst of sparks, the Emperor felt a rare sense of relief, even breathing the air became much smoother, and uttered his sacred curse words:

"Pedicabo ego vos!"

"Damn you, Fatty Plague! You dared to curse my nose? When I stand up, I will beat you to your knees, smash your disgusting soup pot, and burn you into slag and scatter it into the warp to feed Khorne."

The emperor's swear words are extremely sacred. Even though they are extremely filthy, as long as they come from the emperor, even a fart will smell good, and naturally no imperial guards will come out to refute him.

When the imperial guard who had tipped off the emperor came back, a tall and haggard figure came to the throne. It was none other than the Regent King Angron, who had been handling the affairs of the empire for thousands of years.

The Emperor has not been awake for long. The last time he was awake was when he abducted Ferrus, which was 4000 years ago. Therefore, towards these heirs who he does not pay special attention to, he is still stuck in that moment 4000 years ago.

"What the hell, Angron, why are you like this?"

Looking at the hapless creature in front of him, whose face was not much better than his own skeleton and who looked as if he was about to die suddenly, the Emperor could not associate it with his brave and resourceful offspring who had chopped down the Chaos Demon with a single axe.

Angron did not speak. He just stood there quietly, greedily grabbing every opportunity to rest. After just three seconds, he fell into a deep sleep.

What was even more frustrating was that after falling asleep, Angron's body seemed to move on its own and automatically walked towards the door, his destination being the Imperial Government Hall where he had lived for thousands of years.

Even though the emperor was not a human being, he couldn't hold back when he saw this scene. His little bit of humanity made him manipulate his psychic power to quickly pull back the government official Ogryn and grant him a day off.

After a deep sleep of 3 hours, 27 minutes and 42 seconds, Angron's powerful biological clock woke him up, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a skeleton in front of him with bared teeth, smiling at him in a creepy way:

"Well, father, when did you come?"

"..."

The Emperor did not say much, but used his psychic energy to relieve Angron's fatigue and approved a day's vacation, which made him ecstatic. "Alas! Father, I am really tired. At the beginning, you asked me to take over the position of regent of the empire temporarily, and I agreed. Then you said that I only need to manage for 1000 years, but now 6000 years have passed. I really can't bear it anymore. Where is the way of salvation you mentioned?"

"If this continues, I might really become the first Primarch of the Empire to be exhausted to death. Why don't you let Lorgar Mortarion and the others do it, or even let Perturabo do it!"

"Forget it, let's not let Perturabo go. She will only waste people's money and build those huge wonders that don't make any sense, but I really can't stand it anymore."

Angron's words did not seem false. Due to his own talents, although his ability in government affairs was not low, he was by no means a Primarch like Guilliman who was obsessed with forms. If it were not for the help of his other brothers, he would not have been able to hold out for 6000 years, let alone 2000 years.

Seeing that his offspring was useless, the Emperor missed his good friend Malcador terribly, but unfortunately the Sigillite had died during the Great Heresy, and the only remaining soul fragments were still dormant, with no sign of resurrection in sight.

But I am the great emperor! The primarchs only need to handle government affairs and fight enemies on the front line, but I think too much. Otherwise, why create the primarchs? Do you want them to watch me suffer?

In the midst of his concern for his primarch and his own comfort, the Emperor chose to die without hesitation. However, when he thought that if Angron gave up completely, he would be the one to suffer in the end, the Emperor hurriedly explained:

"My child, the responsibility of the empire rests on your shoulders. You must not give up! I have a new plan now. As long as it succeeds, mankind will be great again. Hang in there, we all have a bright future."

In the past, Angron might have been fooled by the Emperor's deception, but after serving as the Regent of the Empire for thousands of years and seeing the dark side of the bureaucracy, he is no longer the passionate and foolish boy he used to be.

"Father, you just think I'm easy to talk to. I have a heavy responsibility on my shoulders. I'm not the imperial weightlifting champion. I don't know if there will be a better tomorrow. If I continue like this, I may not even see the sun tomorrow. You decide for yourself!"

The Emperor, who had been a Riddler all his life, had to reveal the truth to Angron. He told him about the human empire in another dimension, and also mentioned the three primarchs who had sneaked in, Hogger, Angel, and Ferrus. Angron was so angry that his face turned red, as if the butcher's nails on his head had broken out.

"Damn it! I knew that Titan was special. No wonder I scolded Fulgrim. But this bastard wanted to step on me? It turns out he has an affair."

Now that the topic had been opened, the Emperor no longer concealed anything and revealed everything. Perhaps because he had been trapped on the throne for too long, the Emperor had a tendency to talk too much, and finally he talked about the reason why he was summoned:
"This is the current situation. It has been 11 years since I last brought those two little guys here, but now I can't find Hogg and the others at all. Do you know what happened over there?"

"What happened?" Angron was a little confused by the sudden question. He took out a bottle of nuclear lemonade that was popular in the empire recently and drank it while reminiscing. As he drank the refreshing drink that emitted a dreamy blue light, Angron burped happily with strong radiation and said:
"Nothing much, just Guilliman awakened, and it seems that he and a white-haired dwarf founded a second empire. It should be the Hogg you mentioned."

"What did you say? The Second Empire!"

"Yes, it's the Second Empire, but they didn't make any moves, so they were ignored by the High Lords' Council. On the contrary, the canned food they made tasted quite good, especially the Titanium can. It's my favorite."

If Angron was not about to die suddenly, the Emperor would have wanted to give him a good beating, because when Hogg and his men came last time, he had a brief exchange with him and specifically pointed out that Hogg was not a good person, especially not to let him get involved with Guilliman.

The Emperor remembered that at that time, another self of his said to him maliciously:

"Long live the Second Empire!"

　There is still one left, but I am so tired. I must buy a pair of leg-revealing accessories to wear when I get back. It is too cold in this place, and even long johns are useless.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)