Chapter 1449 - 615: Drinking Green Golden Bull, Becoming the Chosen of the Emperor!

Chapter 1449: Chapter 615: Drinking Green Golden Bull, Becoming the Chosen of the Emperor!

Wolan is the first Royal Chief Grand Wizard, and for all mages, the symbol of authority in inheriting his legacy is its power. It can make the Magic Wind submit to the user! It not only significantly reduces the basic probability of spell failure, but also enhances the storage capacity of the Magic Wind. At critical moments, Wolan’s Staff can even absorb an astonishing amount of magic power for the user in a short time!

"May you never forget your original intention and remember your mission!" Carl Franz nodded.

"Yes!"

Thus, the Night of a Thousand Laws declared its conclusion in an unofficial manner, and the Imperial Capital returned to its usual tranquility.

Laine and others began to prepare for departure, heading to Nuer.

...... I am the dividing line that remembers the mission......

Meanwhile, traversing the supermassive Eternal Subspace Storm that surrounds the entire planet.

Main Material Universe, Holy Terra, Imperial Palace, Throne Hall.

The entire Throne Hall, broad, profound and bathed in golden light, remained unchanged, with countless Mechanic Priests and monks striving to maintain the operation of the Golden Throne. The air was filled with the smell of ozone, and hundreds of cables connected to the Golden Throne, many sparking and making malfunctioning noises.

The ground before the Golden Throne was very empty. Apart from some patrolling Imperial Guards and armed servo-skulls, there was hardly anyone here, a rarity for the exceedingly crowded planet of Holy Terra.

The long years made the Primarch of the Thousand Sons, Magnus, barely recall what Holy Terra looked like during the Great Expedition Era. His memory was sometimes clear, sometimes blurred. Magnus could feel that deep within himself still lay some form of darkness. In this darkness, he could hear Tzeentch’s furious roaring and cursing. The God of Darkness seemed to be condemning the Master of Humans for taking away its favorite toy. After a short bout of curses, Tzeentch would try to tempt Magnus back into its embrace again.

Unfortunately, Magnus had served as the Demon Prince of Tzeentch for ten thousand years, and was all too familiar with Tzeentch’s tricks. He knew that maybe Tzeentch’s promises weren’t entirely lies, but the Evil God would never fulfill his followers’ wishes in the way they hoped. At least Magnus could still control himself for now. He closed his eyes, and the whispers of the Evil God soon faded away — in the golden light of Holy Terra, in the extremely orderly formation of order, Tzeentch had very few chances to reach here.

On the Golden Throne, with his eyes closed, Magnus controlled the machine’s operation. He often dreamt back to the days and nights of The Burning of Prospero, seeing his offspring being slaughtered again and again. At the end of each illusion, Liman Rous’s ugly face would appear in Magnus’s hallucination.

Indeed, the one he hated most was still him.

Similarly, after sitting on the Golden Throne, Magnus began to understand the glorious achievements of the former Prime Minister Macado, for the Emperor also managed affairs in the Throne Hall. The Master of Humans had always been the undisputed master of this vast empire. He was the only one able to solve all problems, capable of suppressing the Judicial Court’s over-inflated authority, negating decisions made by the Supreme Lord Council with a single word, curbing the Grey Knights or Dark Angels’ most terrible ruthlessness, or stopping Lorgar and the Imperial State Church’s endless lengthy speeches; only the Emperor and the former Macado had the ability to handle these.

If Magnus were willing to be more candid, he might confess to his god-like father that he now understood Macado’s great achievements. In these few years sitting on the Golden Throne, Magnus personally witnessed the arrival of countless people: Primarchs, Space Marine Chapter Masters, Administrative Council Host, National Church Pope, Mechanical God Cult Sages, Inquisition Representatives, Star Realm Army Commander, Ministry of Justice Envoy, Navigator Envoy, Star Language Institute Host, Assassin Court Envoy, Imperial Navy General, Imperial Guard Generals, Zhongsi Academy Commissars, those Combat Sisters who worshipped the Emperor, Commanders of Nomadic Merchant Dynasty with trade permits, completed mission Emperor’s Guard, and spokespersons from the Imperial Commerce Association, and so on.

These people came wave after endless wave to the Throne Hall, proposing their requests and suggestions to the Emperor, some crucial, others worthless. Countless affairs needed the Emperor’s attention and required cooperation from the Judicial Court and the Supreme Lord Council to convey his will to all places currently illuminated by the Light of the Star Torch.

The Inquisitions saw the Emperor’s return as an opportunity for further progress and stricter conduct guidelines, while the Supreme Lord Councils believed the Emperor’s return guaranteed their regained power. The Imperial State Church was plotting something, sniffing for opportunities to gain benefits. Undoubtedly, they had to comply with the Emperor’s will, but that didn’t mean they lacked their own ideas.

And the Emperor calmly and icily handled it all. His Excellency Imperial Regent Kiliman was now conducting the Unyielding Expedition, and matters required his handling. The Master of Humans seemed never shown a trace of fatigue, as if time lost its meaning within the Throne Hall.

But finally, after an unknowable amount of time had passed, the Master of Humans temporarily finished handling all current affairs. A cold face stared at a report: "Did it come again to harass you?"