Facts prove that women are women after all, no matter what their status is, even if they are granted the noble status of 'Living Saint' by the Ecclesiarchy!
Emrys, who was slapped away and embedded in the wall, almost felt his breath catch.
When he finally managed to extricate himself from the wall, he no longer dared to joke with Winnie. He knelt and walked over, smiling awkwardly.
"Didn't I just… get a little too happy? Don't mind it."
"Hmph."
Winnie's expression was icy cold as she turned her head away.
However, if one looked closely, they would find that this seemingly ice-cold 'Living Saint' had ears that were like ripe apples, tinged with a blush.
Emrys saw through it but didn't say anything, otherwise, an enraged Winnie might slap him somewhere else. So he cleared his throat twice and changed the subject.
"Winnie, where did you get this thing?"
It's no wonder he was curious.
This was a Grey Knights' gene-seed. Looking across the entire Warhammer Universe, it was estimated that only the Grey Knights Grand Sir, or a Grey Knights Apothecary, could obtain it legitimately and legally!
But what did these two have to do with Winnie?
As for the Emperor, he didn't dare to think about him, and even thinking about it felt impossible. He was still on the Golden Throne. Even with the Warrior Angel, Morgana, present, she couldn't be constantly watching here 24/7, could she?
No, no, no, absolutely impossible!
The Emperor was a busy man; wars were raging all over the universe. How could he constantly pay attention to a small Rogue Trader like him?
"What do you think?"
Winnie looked back at him, as if there was a hidden meaning in her words.
Meeting those meaningful eyes, Emrys couldn't help but shiver, his mouth twitching.
"It shouldn't be, right?"
"This thing—I already had it a long time ago, when you were on Vigilus." Winnie said softly, her eyes complex.
"It's just that back then, I didn't understand what the God-Emperor's purpose was in bestowing it upon me. But last time—when you said you wanted to form a 'Grey Knight'—I finally understood."
After saying this, a hint of worry seemed to be in her eyes. She bit her lip lightly, looking at Emrys with a gaze completely different from usual.
"This is something the God-Emperor… asked me to pass on to you. He knows what you want to do, but he gave me the right to choose."
You old fox, are you scheming against me?!
Emrys' scalp tingled. As early as on Vigilus, the Emperor had already anticipated, or rather, prophesied, that he would imitate the Grey Knights?
Then, he gave the gene-seed to Winnie, letting her choose whether or not to give it to him!
Damn it, I've fallen into the old fox's trap—Emrys' right eyelid twitched wildly, and he felt his mouth go dry.
"Then you—since you didn't mention it last time, why are you giving it to me now?"
Judging from Winnie's intense reaction last time, she didn't want him to create Grey Knights. But this time she actively handed it over. What was the reason that made her change her original idea?
"Because of Morgana." Winnie sighed lightly, her eyes full of worry.
"She said you need this power, and you must be prepared to face the upcoming danger. This matter is related to the survival of the Imperium; only you, and it must be you!"
Upon hearing this, Emrys' forehead veins bulged, his right eyelid was still twitching wildly. He couldn't help but take a deep breath, his face full of bitterness.
"Okay, I understand—a carrot and stick approach. It means I have another job, right?"
If the Traveler System had a mission issuance function at this moment, it would most likely give a prompt.
Ding!
Congratulations on accepting a commission from the 'Human Emperor' to save the Imperium's crisis. Difficulty coefficient SSS, reward: Grey Knights' gene-seed!
For a moment, in Emrys' mind, a series of famous battles had already begun to flash, such as: the Third War for Armageddon, the Drop Site Massacre on Isstvan III, the Fall of Cadia, the Octarius War, the Defense of Baal— and so on, a series of well-known campaigns.
"Is it still too late if I return this thing now?" Although he knew the possibility wasn't high, Emrys still wanted to try.
A mission linked to the 'survival of the Imperium'—he knew with his toes what kind of tragic war it would be. He didn't want to get involved!
Winnie looked at him and said calmly.
"Don't be afraid. If it really comes to that, I will be by your side. Even death—cannot separate us."
Emrys opened his mouth, but found he didn't know what to say. Any more words seemed so pale and powerless in front of this straightforward statement.
"Ha, hahahaha—" He scratched his head, deliberately avoiding Winnie's somewhat fervent gaze.
"Just kidding, I'm a tough guy, a hard bone who's made it through Vigilus and Baal. How could I be afraid? You can rest assured!"
How could the tragedy of Elsa be repeated on another person?
"I am not her."
Winnie seemed to see the pain hidden in his heart and said softly.
"I am very strong, stronger than you imagine, so don't worry about me."
"I know, I know."
Emrys forced a smile. Of course he knew that Winnie, as a Living Saint, possessed divine power bestowed by the Emperor, and was naturally a very powerful being.
But, this was Warhammer.
Living Saints were not immortal. If she were truly targeted by the 'Four Gods', whether the Emperor could revive her
would be a big question mark.
Morgana was a Warrior Angel, she represented the Emperor's will, which meant—the Emperor had already foreseen
that in the near future, he would encounter a war affecting the survival of the Imperium!
"Which means—" Emrys narrowed his eyes, as if a cold light flashed.
"The Emperor has already allowed me to expand my legions, right?!"
This 'gene-seed' was both a help.
But it could also be understood as the Emperor knowing about his expansion of Chapter organization, gradually approaching the behavior of a legion, and even having tacitly approved it!
The Legion era, was it about to descend again?!
Combined with Guilliman's behavior of intentionally or unintentionally increasing Chapter organization since his coming home, the entire Warhammer Universe seemed to be revealing a sense of impending storm!
"What do you want to do?"
Winnie played with her hair, striking a pose she hadn't before, tilting her head and looking at him gently, her eyelashes fluttering, echoing the moonlight's glow.
"I want to expand the army! Recruit soldiers!"
Emrys forcefully uttered these two words. In order to deal with the danger mentioned by the Warrior Angel, he had to expand his strength!
Night Lords, Iron Warriors, Ultramarines, Blood Angels, Dark Angels—from this moment on,
completely lift the organizational restrictions and restore the Legion structure of the Great Crusade era!
Codex Astartes?
Forget it, even Guilliman doesn't follow it, so why should he, someone with the Emperor's tacit approval, care? This broken thing should be used as toilet paper as soon as possible.