Although Emrys was not clear what task the Emperor was about to entrust him with, it was imaginable that it would definitely not fall within the scope of normal conventions.
Otherwise, Winnie would never have given him the gene-seed of the 'Grey Knights,' a secret chapter specifically designed to combat Warp Chaos Daemons.
Conservatively estimated, it was going to be a huge mess!
It was a typical Warhammer characteristic, something not to be missed, but if possible, Emrys hoped his journey could be a little calmer, with fewer storms.
As the first batch of Grey Knight candidates, there were roughly three thousand recipients.
These individuals were carefully selected, undergoing multiple screenings from the embryonic stage, confirmed to possess the most resilient qualities and pure soul characteristics.
All of this was thanks to 'Uther.'
After he was left in the Resident Evil world, he had been regularly supplying high-quality test subjects to the Doom Bringers Chapter.
And now, he was to supply candidates for the Grey Knights.
These candidates, during the artificial cultivation stage, had already been injected with Compound V and the perfect-grade T-virus, and from them, individuals who awakened 'Psionic' potential were selected for corresponding trials.
Ultimately, out of tens of thousands of recipients, only just over twenty people passed the 'Marker Network' test, resisting the corruption of Chaos illusions solely through their own will.
It was unknown whether it was fate or the favor of the world's will, but Wesker, as the oldest among the recipients, actually passed the tests of soul purity and Chaos corruption.
And next came the even longer process of biological gene-organ implantation.
Winnie personally served as the instructor, teaching these individuals 'Sacred Psionics' to combat Chaos, including psionic fire to purify Daemons, constructing anti-Warp barriers, and most crucially, the 'Daemonicon' which allowed Grey Knights to banish Chaos Greater Daemons and even Daemon Princes.
It contained the true names of thousands of Daemons; only by uttering a Daemon's true name could these Chaos scum be expelled from the real universe.
Daemons cannot be truly killed; this is the only way to banish them.
In addition to these, they also needed to learn close combat, including the proficient use of multiple weapons, such as halberds; only by being able to single-handedly defeat a low-level Daemon without armor was the training considered complete.
Secondly, there was Hilda, a Farseer of the Eldar Battle Seers, who taught the Eldar's runic techniques, which could be used to resist Daemons, amplify psionic power, and so on.
To ensure the combat effectiveness of this unit, Emrys specifically sought out Odin, whom he hadn't seen in a long time.
"Heh."
Odin on the throne sneered, stroking his beard, not bothering to hide his disdain.
"Where's that thing you promised me last time? Don't tell me you're here to get something for nothing again!"
Last time?
Emrys paused, thinking for a long time before he finally remembered what it was.
"Well, there was a bit of an accident last time." He scratched his head awkwardly, a little embarrassed.
"Who knew the Tyranids hive ship would run so fast? Next time—I promise, I'll get it for you next time!"
Last time, when he borrowed troops and the Bifrost Bridge, he promised Odin he would bring him the Tyranids hive, but he broke his word and blew up the hive ship with a single shot.
"Whatever you say this time is useless!"
Odin, fuming, blew his mustache and glared, waving his hand dismissively.
"Get out, I don't want to see you right now!"
He didn't believe a single word Emrys said now; this kid was too clever, relying on Asgard's future needs to treat them like sheep, fleecing them to death. Who could tolerate that?
"Don't be like that, Great Odin!" Emrys fully embraced his thick-skinned spirit, stubbornly refusing to leave the main hall.
He said with a grin.
"This time, I promise not to borrow troops, nor your Bifrost Bridge!"
"Then what do you want?"
Odin frowned deeply, always feeling that this kid seemed to have no good intentions, but for a moment, he didn't know what tricks he was up to.
"To borrow your Valhalla for a bit~"
Emrys went up to him, rubbing his hands.
"Don't worry, this time it's not for white, I can pay!"
"" Odin raised his eyebrows, looking at the shameless Emrys, and said speechlessly.
"I can lend it to you, but first, make it clear, this time it won't be another one of those 'future' excuses to fool me, will it?"
Once or twice was fine, but this kid always got things for white. Who could put up with that?
"Absolutely not!"
Emrys patted his chest and guaranteed.
"This time, I'll pay you in cash, no delays!"
This sentence sounded very much like a contractor.
"Listen—"
Odin was baffled, stunned for a long time, having never seen this kid so straightforward before. Could there be a trick?
"That Tyranid hive ship you mentioned last time, can you get it?" he asked tentatively.
"It's a bit difficult." Emrys simply shook his head and said directly.
"But in the near future, I should encounter them. I can try then, but I can't guarantee success. I'm sure you've heard from those who participated in the last battle how troublesome the Tyranids are, right?"
"Mm."
Odin nodded.
He had inquired with the legion commanders who participated in the previous war, and the answer he received was that if this disgusting race invaded Asgard, its sheer numbers alone could destroy the entire divine realm!
"How are you doing with finding that home we talked about?" Odin changed the subject. He could already clearly feel his power waning and needed to find a retreat for Asgard as soon as possible.
"Yes, plenty!"
Emrys said with a smile.
"As long as you're willing, you can migrate anytime. The places are very easy to find~"
This was the truth.
He currently had five Worlds; finding a dwelling place for Asgard wouldn't be simple?
"But the problem is"
Emrys stopped there.
The real difficulty in this matter lay with the "world Tree"—who would want to see their fish, which they had raised for so many years and were about to slaughter, suddenly escape their control?
"No rush, no rush."
Odin said he wasn't in a hurry, but a trace of worry between his brows betrayed his true thoughts.
"Actually, I have an idea, but I don't know if I should say it—" Emrys stroked his chin, looking as if he had something to say but was holding back.
"You brat, trying to show off in front of me?" Odin glared at him irritably, fuming.
"Say it or don't say it!"
"Hahahahaha—" Emrys laughed, then leaned in mysteriously.
"First, let me ask, what do you think is the fundamental reason Asgard cannot break free from the 'curse'?"
"What else could it be?"
Upon hearing this, Odin's brows furrowed with a hint of anger, but it wasn't directed at Emrys. His gaze subtly warned towards the ethereal yet tangibly present sky outside the temple, the meaning simple—the world Tree!
"I was just thinking, what if—I mean, what if—" Emrys' lips curved into a smile.
"The so-called 'curse' could also be understood as another form of 'slave mark' etched onto the soul?"
"That understanding—is not wrong."
Although the words were harsh, Emrys spoke the truth. Odin merely frowned, but didn't get angry.
He sighed.
"We are indeed their slaves—kept here in captivity."
Asgard's Ragnarok, from another perspective, was merely the regular harvesting of domesticated fowl once they were ripe.
"What exactly are you trying to say?"
Odin was in a bad mood, his tone slightly aggressive.
"Would you mind—changing slave masters?"
Emrys smiled. After all that buildup, it was finally time for the main point.
The dagger was revealed!
He finally showed his fangs.