Alex placed the collected fragments of humanity into the Emperor's body on the Golden Throne.
Due to his severe injuries, the Emperor did not immediately awaken but remained in a state of slumber.
Woldaes and the Grey Knights stood by, clutching their weapons tightly.
Should any uncontrollable anomaly occur, they would immediately execute their final orders.
According to the agreement, they only allowed the Imperial Saint to collect the Emperor's fragments of humanity; they did not agree to let the Emperor leave the Golden Throne.
After all, Emperor of Mankind had issued a final order before the Final Battle, prohibiting the Emperor from leaving the Golden Throne in any form.
If the Emperor were to leave the Golden Throne, whether by possession or transforming into some Warp entity,
they would have the right to employ any measures, any weapons, any methods, to return the Emperor to the Golden Throne and fulfill his mission.
Looking at the Emperor, who had absorbed all the fragments of humanity but remained unchanged,
Alex also didn't know what to do next.
Eldrad and the Avatar of the Laughing God also remained silent.
They indeed knew many things and understood many secrets of the universe.
However, they did not know much about the Dark King, the Emperor's ascended form.
Because of this, no one dared to try the next step rashly, and so they remained in a stalemate.
If they failed to revive the Emperor and instead awakened the Dark King,
then the doomsday scenario they had witnessed in future timelines would come to pass.
The Dark King would devour everything in the galaxy, leaving only a solitary black sun floating in the void.
No one could stop the Dark King, not even the Chaos Gods.
In that timeline, at least, the Chaos Gods had all perished.
Absolute death enveloped everything.
"Perhaps we could install a speaker for the Emperor."
Alex quickly thought of a method that wouldn't require the Emperor to recover his health,
wouldn't trouble the Grey Knights,
and would still allow him to communicate with people.
After discussion, everyone unanimously agreed that this plan was feasible.
So, Alex summoned Raski, the Fabricator-General from Mars,
and instructed him to build a golden speaker,
and then connect the speaker to the Emperor's nervous system.
Under the guidance of several Star Gods, this work was quickly completed.
"Saint, the speaker is in place. You may proceed with testing."
Raski walked up to Alex and reported to him.
"Excellent."
Imperial Guard Commander Senior General Tura showed the most excitement.
The right to converse with the Emperor was finally no longer monopolized by the Saint.
They had lived quite miserably during this period.
Who would believe they would be assigned to guard the Eye of Terror?
Although they lost the Blood Game, such a thing was truly terrible for the Adeptus Custodes.
Now, the Emperor would speak to them again, personally issuing decrees,
and this way, they would no longer be oppressed by the Saint.
Senior General Tura walked up to the Emperor, "Great Majesty, please Guide us once more."
Emperor [No Response]
"Your Majesty."
Senior General Tura called out again.
Emperor [No Response]
"Your Majesty."
After another fruitless call, Senior General Tura could only look at Alex.
Alex walked over and kicked the Golden Throne, "Wake up, time to work."
Senior General Tura: "......"
He really should have the Pope burn this guy to death.
As the Imperial Saint, he truly had no respect for Emperor of Mankind.
"F***, can you not disturb me while I'm playing my mining game?"
The Emperor's impatient voice came through the speaker.
It was clear he was genuinely annoyed, even swearing.
"Time to work, no games," Alex kicked again, "What game, you ass?"
"Stop kicking, you bastard. If you're so displeased with me, I'll let you sit in my place, alright?"
The Emperor's tone was angry, "And stop kicking my throne. Can't you find someone else to kick?"
"The complete form isn't cute at all. The fragments of humanity were better," Alex grumbled.
The fragments of humanity were manifestations of specific traits of the Emperor; most of them spoke politely and were more human-like.
After forming a complete entity with his divinity,
his previous arrogance and haughtiness also resurfaced.
"This current appearance is truly ugly."
The Emperor examined his surroundings through the optical camera on the speaker,
"Which f***ing drainpipe turned my throne into this?"
"To maintain the throne's functionality, Mars added many repair devices," Raski stepped forward and said.
"F***ing Kane, you're still not dead? You bastard, you still thought of returning to Mars via the Webway War, but not only did you screw over the Archmagos, you also caused the retreating armies to fall into heavy encirclement."
"If that bastard Horus wasn't about to reach Terra, I would have put you on a ship and launched you into the sun."
Senior General Tura: "......"
Raski: "......"
Eldrad: "......"
And the Void Dragon and other Star Gods, all fell silent?
Is that all there is to the man who could suppress the Four Chaos Gods?
He's a complete street thug!!
The Avatar of the Laughing God examined the Emperor, "Too many fragments of humanity were restored, allowing him to regain his original personality."
"Perhaps some should be reduced, so he can maintain his usual cold demeanor."
The Emperor began to strip away his humanity very early on, solely to act with absolute rationality.
Because of this, the Emperor during the Great Crusade was already incomplete.
As soon as the Avatar of the Laughing God said this, Senior General Tura and the other Adeptus Custodes were even more speechless.
No!!
This Emperor with humanity, why does he seem so unreliable?
Alex patted the Avatar of the Laughing God's shoulder, "Sometimes, one still needs to understand human social etiquette."
"Some things are better known than spoken so loudly."
"Sorry, I don't want to understand your mortal social etiquette," the Avatar of the Laughing God shook his head, his tone aloof.
When the Nightbringer and the Void Dragon stood on his left and right, the aloof Avatar of the Laughing God revealed a fawning smile,
and his tone suddenly became much gentler.
"The Saint is absolutely right; I was being ignorant."
Facing the Emperor's questioning, Raski's voice became much softer,
"Your Majesty, I am not Kane. Fabricator-General Kane has long been buried by time. I am Raski, the new Fabricator-General."
"Sorry, you all look the same," the Emperor said, "Like you were born from a f***ed exhaust pipe."
Raski: "......"
He really wanted to report this to the Inquisition and the Ecclesiarchy; there was an evil entity disguised as the Emperor here.
After scolding the Fabricator-General, the Emperor continued.
"Now, I shall issue an order."
As soon as these words were spoken, Senior General Tura and the others immediately showed anticipation.
"We will execute all tasks you assign without fail."
"Very good, go stuff those damn Ecclesiarchy believers into cannons and launch them into a star."
The Emperor's order made the Adeptus Custodes look at each other in dismay.
They really wanted to carry it out, but after numerous reforms, the Ecclesiarchy had become a powerful assistant to the Imperium.
Many priests fought on the front lines, bestowing blessings upon the God Chosen and Imperial heroes.
To purge the Ecclesiarchy now would be a very serious matter.
The Adeptus Custodes dared not act rashly, and Senior General Tura also stood still.
They all looked at Alex, seeking his opinion.
"Your Majesty has been asleep for too long, and the fragments of humanity haven't fully merged. He's a bit fractured; there's no need to pay attention to him."
As soon as these words were spoken, the Adeptus Custodes breathed a sigh of relief,
and continued to perform their duties as guards,
ignoring the Emperor's command.
The speaker remained silent for a long time before finally uttering a phrase.
"I am your creator, I am the Emperor of the Imperium; you should obey my commands unconditionally."
The Emperor's words did not receive a response from the Adeptus Custodes.
The cascading problems caused by destroying the Ecclesiarchy were too numerous.
It was highly likely to lead to the Imperium's fragmentation, causing slaughter between fanatics and ordinary people.
Simple and brutal elimination of the Ecclesiarchy was by no means a wise decision.
Although a speaker was installed for the Emperor, allowing him to communicate with others,
due to his overly erratic behavior, Alex requested everyone to keep it a secret to avoid unnecessary trouble.
The news of the Emperor's ability to speak again should not be made public.
After dealing with these matters, Alex summoned Cortana and asked her to create a brand new expansion pack.
It would allow Players to exchange merit points for the opportunity to come to Terra,
where they could not only visit the Throne Room but also have in-depth conversations with the Emperor.
"Yes, Master."
Cortana's speed was as fast as ever.
Before long, she produced the brand new expansion pack [The Emperor Returns].
Alex reviewed it, confirmed there were no issues, and then had Cortana release it on schedule as usual.
By 6 PM, when the expansion pack was released,
traffic on other websites instantly plummeted, all flowing into the Warhammer OL official website.
Countless internet companies were truly envious and gnashed their teeth with jealousy at the operators behind Warhammer OL.
The appearance of the new expansion pack greatly excited netizens.
In less than a minute, there were already 9999+ comments.
"Has the Emperor returned?"
"It looks like the closed beta is ending, and the open beta is coming soon."
"Awesome, let's finish quickly. We are eagerly awaiting the open beta."
"I've been queuing for so long and haven't gotten a single spot, truly spitting blood."
"......"
The Players were also very excited, discussing the brand new expansion pack.
"For His Majesty, loyalty."
"We are coming."
"Quick, exchange for the opportunity to visit Terra."
"......"
The first to arrive on Terra was the Emperor Niuma Battle Group; their merit points were enough to be squandered recklessly.
They exchanged for the opportunity to enter the Throne Room and communicate with the Emperor.
"You finally came, you f***ing outsiders. Do you know how long I've been waiting for you?"
Warmaster: "......"
Tenjiro: "......"
Twisted person: "......"
Others: "......"
"Did we go to the wrong set? Is this the Emperor's Swear Word Skit?" The Warmaster scratched his head, looking around.
The person in front of them was too different from the image of the Emperor they knew.
"You didn't go wrong; it's just that you're facing me with my humanity restored, not the incomplete me from before," the Emperor patiently explained the reason.
"Still feels fake," Tenjiro said.
"Go back to your Sorcerer's Planet, Magnus's brat," the Emperor said to Tenjiro, "Even if you're fake, I won't be."
"This Emperor is so punchable," Tenjiro raised his staff and jumped out, "Who will help me report to the Guide? I want to duel this bastard."
As soon as the words fell, laughter erupted.
"Hahahaha."
"Hahahaha."
Twisted person, Sea Turtle, and everyone else burst into laughter.
"Tenjiro said he wants to duel the Emperor."
"Dying of laughter, he can't even beat Ahriman, and he wants to fight the Emperor?"
"I think they still have a fighting chance. Maybe they can even make the Emperor kneel and beg him not to die."
"Hahahahahahahahaha."
"......"
"I'll fight you bastards to the death!" Tenjiro's forehead showed a bunch of black lines, and he swung his iron fist, fighting with the Warmaster and the others.
The result was predictable: he was lifted up by everyone, thrown out, landed with a thud, and lay on the ground questioning life.
"Enough, outsiders, playtime is over."
The Emperor spoke, stopping their continued fooling around,
"I have a task I need to entrust to you."
"Your Majesty, please feel free to command us with anything; we are willing to offer our hearts to you," the Warmaster clenched his fist and placed it on his chest, showing loyalty.
"Watch less anime; I still prefer the aquila salute," the Emperor said, not waiting for the other party's retort, and continued.
"Currently, Guilliman, Lion, Corax, Jaghatai Khan, and Sanguinius have returned, but Leman Russ, Vulkan, and others still need to be found."
"I need you to find them, bring all my children back, and prepare for the Final Battle."
"Of course, entrusting this matter to us is the best," the Warmaster confidently promised, "We will definitely complete it perfectly."
"Besides this task, are there any other tasks?"
The Emperor was silent for a moment, "Go give Konrad Curze a beating. I've put up with that bastard for too long."
"If you are confident, go capture Magnus as well. I've also put up with that bastard for too long."
"Oh, and Perturabo, Lorgar......"
The Emperor listed a string of names.
Everyone who had opposed him back then was named, from Daemon Primarchs down to mere mortals, all-inclusive.
This made the Emperor Niuma Battle Group and other Players look at each other, sighing at the Emperor's pettiness,
but to gain favor, they still accepted the task.
After the Players of the Emperor Niuma Battle Group left Terra, they used the beacon network to teleport to where Konrad Curze was imprisoned.
"What else do you want to know?"
"Just release me, and I can tell you everything I know."
Konrad Curze looked at the Warmaster and the others in front of him, revealing a chilling smile.
"Hit him."
The Warmaster didn't waste a single word.
With a shout, a throng of people rushed forward,
punching and kicking the bound Midnight Ghosts, each move vicious, solely to complete the Emperor's task.
As a Primarch, Konrad Curze's combat power was naturally beyond question; there were few rivals in the entire galaxy.
But his hands and feet were bound, making him unable to exert his strength at all.
The members of the Emperor Niuma Battle Group used various underhanded tricks, making Konrad Curze cry out in pain.
Additionally, some people were taking photos and recording videos nearby.
After beating Konrad Curze black and blue and making him question life, the Warmaster and the others finished up and retreated.
The Emperor quickly received the photos and videos, and seeing Konrad Curze being beaten,
he burst into laughter, stirring up hundreds of violent storms in the Warp.
Konrad Curze, with his hands and feet bound and powers suppressed, looked utterly depressed.
What was wrong with these people?
They just came up and beat him up?
At least ask a few questions first, and if he didn't talk, then start hitting him.
But they didn't say anything at all.
He had his dignity too; how could they bully him like this?
He didn't know who was behind this idea; such a person was truly wicked.