After spending tens of thousands of years in jail, the Emperor just wants to sit there quietly and use the Star Torch to hijack human civilization.
Until that day, Erzao presented a figurine of the evil god with blinding eyes, Nurgle brought a family meal that could knock down the Titans, Tzeentch delivered "Introduction to Fishing", and Khorne... Khorne just flipped the table!
"Who the hell allowed you to increase my workload?!"
The emperor opened his eyes angrily, and the golden toilet lit up with an RGB halo! The imperial crown flicked, the throne shook, and the anger turned into a golden emoticon and swept through the subspace!
The four gods were frightened and cried on the spot. They carried the palace and ran away all night, shouting: "Brother, spare your life! We will pay the property fees! We will sign the peace agreement!"
From then on, the painting style completely collapsed!
The Adeptus Mechanicus was frantically involved: "The Emperor thinks the hymn is out of tune! Get a million tuners!" Guilliman's CPU burned out: "Father collects property fees? This must be a fifth-level strategic conspiracy!" Khorne demons are not allowed to make a sound when fighting, and can only use their eyes to deal with waves! Nurgle tears his way through the sewers! Tzeentch was forced to write a 10,000-word self-criticism! The pornographic abuser was criticized for her poor aesthetics!
As for the emperor himself, he still sat firmly on the golden toilet, correcting imperial official documents with his mind ("Too much nonsense, bad review!"), While remotely crying about Yajie, and occasionally giving praise to his over-brained son ("Dad, I understand you!" "No, you don't understand.").
This is an epic adventure about toilets, going to work, fishing and how to save the galaxy with complaints!
Click to read and see how the Lord of Mankind uses one mouth (and invincible strength) to turn the Warhammer 40K universe into a joyful rant!
