"Are you expecting my thanks?" The Corpse Emperor, who had caused the unexplained rainstorm of Divine Terra, asked Misr Shan.

"I'd rather get something tangible than a vain thanks." Mishan said with a smile.

“…… Okay......" A certain corpse emperor said after a moment of silence.

Ten minutes later, Mishan received a real thanks, a broiler, a broiler still cooing alive.

As for why it is a broiler, because from the fat body, it can be seen that this chicken must be used to eat meat, as for why it is not to lay eggs...... Chickens with combs are not allowed to lay eggs.

"You're not kidding, are you?" Looking at the big rooster walking gracefully between the two Golden Thrones, Mishan almost fell off the Golden Throne II, which was the same as the high platform.

"This is the last rooster that Holy Terra crows." The Corpse Emperor's tone was inaudible and there was no element of narrowness.

"And the only one, right?" Mi Shan complained.

"Do you think there's a difference?" The Corpse Emperor asked rhetorically.

"Where did you get that?" Mishan remembered that the Holy Terra was here not to mention the chickens, and even the flies were dying out.

According to the setting, Warhammer 40K's Sacred Terra should have been turned into a dead world a long time ago, but because of the sacredness of this planet to humans, it was forcibly shaped into the current Sanctuary.

There was no air, and the battleships were delivered in formation.

There was no water, the battleships were transported in formation.

Without food and other necessary and unnecessary resources, battleships were delivered in formation.

Because of the human race, it is called Holy Terra, and without human beings, it is a barren garbage dump with nothing.

So finding a chicken on such a planet can no longer be described as difficult.

The possibility is similar to the Shiba Inu raised by the Corpse Emperor before, and the current God of War suddenly ran outside the palace.

Originally, Mi Shan thought that the other party's corpse emperor would say something, "turned the Holy Terra upside down, and finally found this chicken somewhere"

As a result, the corpse emperor came directly and said: "I raised it"

"......" Mi Shan's expression stiffened for at least half a minute, and then said, "How did you raise it?" No, where did you get it? ”

"A rooster of pure divine Terra blood, without the slightest impurity." The Corpse Emperor said very seriously.

"Did you start with eggs?" Mishan complained that the question was where the eggs came from.

"No, it's a little more basic." The Corpse Emperor replied.

"......" Mi Shan, who heard the corpse emperor's answer, lowered his head and put his eyes on the with his head held high again for a while, then raised his head and asked, "Twenty-one elder brother?" ”

"The exact number should be twenty-two." The Corpse Emperor corrected.

"Does Alpha really have a pair?" Mishan asked.

"Twins have a certain research value." The Corpse Emperor may have been laughing, but he couldn't see it at all.

"So you're going to give me your twenty-second son?" Mishan asked.

"I'm not interested in being a chicken dad." The Corpse Emperor said.

As soon as the corpse emperor's words fell, hundreds of kilometers away, on a trailer motorcycle that was racing happily in the torrential rain, the fifteenth elder brother Magnus curled up in the bucket of the little yellow duck sneezed.

(Narrator: Because Magnus is Tzeentch...... It used to be, so he looked a lot like a bird after his ascension, and it can also be seen as a chicken)

"How many things can a chicken like this be exchanged for in your world?" Mi Shan, who couldn't see the image hundreds of kilometers away, then asked the Corpse Emperor.

"Hundreds of planets? Or a star-sector fleet? Or a dog? A fat cook? The Corpse Emperor gave several possibilities and continued, "But I don't think you should trade it for these things." ”

“…… Yes, after all, it's a crowing chicken. Mishan knew very well what it meant for the Corpse Emperor to have a crowing chicken.

When the rooster crows, it is the time of sunrise.

When the rooster crows, it is the time to get up.

This is the first universal alarm clock for human beings, and it is perfect to wake someone up.

"When you wake up, remember to go to my side and have a look......" Mishan said, focusing on the corpse emperor's body with only bones left.

Greenhill was able to resurrect the dying heroes of the Holy Terra Valhalla, but he couldn't bring the Corpse Emperor back to life.

Even outside the Gate of Eternity, and even the entire world's desire to hope that this corpse emperor would stand up again and lead humanity in front of him, would be hundreds of millions of times more than those beliefs that resided in Valhalla.

I can't resurrect the Corpse Emperor...... If I could, Y. Shan had done it, but unfortunately I couldn't.

Because the way the Corpse Emperor was born was the first "sacrifice" of human civilization in this world, the first "sacrifice" born for the belief of "protecting civilization" and "protecting the race".

It is the "great existence" that the ancient sanctuary of this world has been pursuing, but cannot be touched

(Narrator: The birth method of Warhammer 40K Emperor in this book is based on the setting of the fananime "Talker", because "Talker" uses the old rules, so don't worry about conflicts)

(Narrator: G, the group of heretics tainted by chaos know a basket of warhammers)

Because of this setting, there are only two ways to truly resurrect the Corpse Emperor, either sacrifice the entire human race in this world and give birth to a new subspace evil god...... It's like the birth process of Slaanesh.

Either turn back into a "human" and start all over again.

"I will, when I'm done with things on my side." The Corpse Emperor said.

"I have the feeling that you are busy with this work, and another 10,000 years have passed." Mishan said with a smile.

"Then I can only hope that by that time, our current situation will be reversed." After the Corpse Emperor said this, he immediately took a long paragraph of "hahahah......"

"My family is not the same as yours." Mi Shan said confidently.

"10,000 years is a long time." The Corpse Emperor thinks that Mi Shan is a dead duck with a hard mouth.

"......" Mi Shan, who heard this attitude from the other party's tone, squinted his eyes and suddenly said, "You gave me this chicken, right?" ”

"Well, its mission has been accomplished." The Corpse Emperor didn't know what Mishan was going to do.

"No...... For me, that's not really the calling. Mi Shan curled the corners of his mouth, and said with a smiling expression in his squinted eyes.

Half an hour later, Mi Shan personally bled and plucked his hair, and the big rooster that was disemboweled and cleaned up was inserted into a grill, and Mi Shan shook the grill placed on the brazier while smearing the big rooster with a secret sauce:

"Grilled chicken wings, I love to eat them the most~~"...... And the use of singing.

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCK！！！！！！！” The high paraplegic body decayed, and the corpse emperor who had no eating function for a long time caused a subspace storm. ()

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