Wander!blue star

Why can't you handle these issues yourself?
  Horus was devastated.

However, he also realized that his previous division of government affairs was too rough. Some things could be trained to let the wolf cubs make their own decisions.

But there are some matters involving him that the wolf cubs cannot make decisions under any circumstances.

After all, how can a son make the decision for his father?
  After Horus sat in his chair and doubted himself for a while, he ordered people to move the government affairs involving him back from the Regency.

"Is the newly appointed regent too idle?" The person responsible for moving documents whispered, "Can't those who are moving here and there do some serious work?"

Horus who has good hearing: emmm
  Horus took a deep breath and did not get angry about it.

"I am Horus, the regent of the empire, the emperor's favorite son!" He encouraged himself, "I will definitely be able to take care of the government affairs of the empire. Not only that, I will also bring about earth-shaking changes to the government affairs system of the empire! "

Horus was Horus after all, and as the Primarch most like the Emperor, he inherited some of the Emperor's best qualities.

He believed he could solve government problems.

At least I believe it now
  On the other side, the Emperor and Malcador were packing their bags and preparing to run away - oh no, preparing to go to work in the coalition government.

"Nios, do we need to bring anything?"

Malcador asked with a smile.

People are in high spirits during happy events. Ever since Malcador handed over the position of imperial regent to Horus, his flower-like smile has never left his old face, and his whole person looks particularly festive.

He is no longer the Regent of the Empire. He does not need to address the Emperor as Your Majesty. He can call the Emperor by his name, just like he did a long time ago.

The emperor shook his head and replied with a smile: "According to their wishes, we only need people to pass by. They have already prepared daily necessities and other things for us."

The Emperor stood in front of the tall mirror, stroking his chin and looking carefully at himself in the mirror.

A long time ago, he used spiritual power to restore his appearance to his youthful appearance. After so many years, except for some changes in his eyes, everything else remains the same.

After learning that the United Government, a powerful human force, still exists in the universe, his psychological pressure suddenly eased a lot.

His lifelong goal is to maintain the survival of the human race in the universe, and more specifically to ensure that humans are not enslaved and exterminated, and this goal was completed after the emergence of the United Government.

Regardless of who he is, the United Government is far more powerful than the Imperium of Man.

The Coalition Government is still using artificial intelligence. Judging from human history, the Coalition Government is not only more powerful than the Human Empire now, but as time goes by, the gap between the Coalition Government and the Human Empire will only get wider, not narrower. .

A strong coalition government is enough to ensure the survival of mankind in the universe. As long as the coalition government does not fall, it would be unthinkable for humans to be enslaved and exterminated, and not to enslave and exterminate other races.

As for the hidden dangers of artificial intelligence itself, after mastering the means of isolating subspace, these hidden dangers have been suppressed to almost zero.

"Nios, how long has it been since we were as relaxed as we are now?" Malcador walked to the emperor's side.

Malcador was the person who knew the Emperor best in the world. He knew that the Emperor's mood suddenly improved after the emergence of the United Government, as much as when he dumped the Imperial Regent to Horus.

"It's been a long time." The emperor couldn't remember the last time he felt relaxed from the bottom of his heart. Anyway, it must have been in the golden age. After the golden age, he was not very happy.

"Regent of the Empire can be said to be the most tiring job in the entire Empire. I don't know if Horus can do it well. What if he messes up the Empire?" Malcador shrugged his shoulders.

The Emperor glanced at Malcador.

Malcador seemed to be expressing concern, but his face kept smiling and never stopped.

As for that? Doesn’t it mean you don’t have to work?
  "I didn't expect Horus to do as well as you." The Emperor showed a thoughtful expression, and he spoke slowly, "The war is almost over, and I have to find something difficult for the Primarchs. errands to prevent them from having too much energy and tearing apart this home that was built with great effort.”

"At that time, we can arrange for other primarchs to be assigned to Horus, so that they can share some of the pressure for Horus."

"I think Guilliman is pretty good."

"He manages Macragge in an orderly manner. If he is transferred to Terra to assist Horus, he should be able to do a great job."

At this time, the emperor showed a headache expression.

If the idle Primarch were compared to an energetic house-breaking husky, the metaphor would be quite apt.

The Emperor had spied on many timelines, and in the very few futures where the country was peaceful and the people were safe, it was the convulsing Primarchs who ultimately led to the collapse of the Empire, so he had to find something for the Primarchs to do.

Guilliman is easy to arrange, but what about the others?
  Due to the environment in which they grew up, most of the Primarchs had something wrong with their brains, such as Angron, the Primarch of the Twelfth Legion.

When Angron was a child, a special technological artifact called the Butcher's Nail was punched in his brain. He suffered from constant headaches and could only relieve the pain through violent acts.

It is conceivable that Angron will cause trouble after the Great Crusade.

In addition to Angron, the other primarchs also had some problems. Together they were like an alliance of father-worshipers, and even the wise and mighty Emperor felt his scalp numb.

In fact, his best option is to destroy these unstable original bodies after the war.

However, his humanity prevents him from doing so.

This time when he went to the coalition government, he also had the idea of ​​​​finding a job for the primarchs.

The strength of the coalition government is extremely strong, and strength is often linked to territory.

He believed that the United Government had a territory wider than the Milky Way, and in that vast enough time and space, there must be a place where the Primarchs could be properly placed.

He would first arrange work for the Primarchs within the Human Empire, and then package up the rest and send it to the United Government.

Apart from anything else, the Primarchs are all equally good at fighting. They are all top commanders and breakthrough players who have been honed in the two hundred years of the Great Crusade.

The Emperor believed that the United Government would be willing to accept the Primarchs.

"I hope Horus can persist a little longer." Malcador smacked his lips, "If he can hold on in this position, I will treat all the dirty words he said to me as if he never said them and write them off! "(End of chapter)