"The Dark Warden has determined that the pen that kid used to write is the one used by the emperor back then, but judging from the kid's reaction, he shouldn't have known about it yet, thinking that it was just a black technology he got by chance, a quill pen that can't be written with ink." Azrael said.

"The Emperor's pen?" Moore's eyes widened, "Does that pen have any magical effect?" ”

"I don't know, but it is said that all the important decrees issued by the empire came from that pen, that is, it was the thing that once decided the fate of the empire." Azrael thought for a moment.

In many cultures, there is a saying that the pen is more powerful than the sword.

No one would underestimate that thing just because it was just a pen that couldn't hurt people directly.

"Do you think the emperor is guiding him?" Moore asked.

It was hard for him to imagine that the outrageous things that Wei Mu had done could be done by a mortal with his own strength.

But you're going to say that it's all in the driver's seat...... Would their beloved emperor do such an outrageous thing?

"I don't know, according to the information I have received so far, mortals who are suspected of being chosen by the emperor will die in a short time because they can't bear the great power, and those who claim to have been inspired by the emperor will also see the fantasy of a golden giant in their dreams. That kid doesn't fit any of the above. Azrael replied.

The Emperor has performed many miracles across the galaxy, and these miracles are examples for Space Marines to study, and they must carefully distinguish between the divine power of the Emperor and the terrifying sorcery of the subspace.

"In that case, could it be that the pen is manipulating him?" Moore asked again.

"The pen came later, and after our inspection, the power in it was still asleep. The kid just thought it was more compelling to write a manuscript with a pen and talk to others, and he didn't say anything like picking up a pen and getting inspired. You can see how strange his situation is, that pen can't just choose a host, and neither can the emperor. ”

After a discussion between Azrael and the white-robed villain, they finally decided that the problem was still with Wei Mu himself.

It was he who attracted the pen, not the pen who made him.

The crux of the matter is that the Emperor's Pen appeared next to that kid, in what circumstances and what kind of role did it play.

"The only thing we know for sure now is that the kid is really just a mortal, and his neck can be broken with a slight twist, and the pen won't help him in that regard." Azrael reminded.

Although there will also be cases in the universe where he is forcibly resurrected by a certain force after death, no one dares to guarantee whether Wei Mu will have this treatment.

"I'll do everything I can to keep him safe." Moore swore by it.

"Also, it's a bit sad to say that since the emperor sat on the golden throne, no one has been able to communicate with him. If we want to get a clear picture of his intentions, going through the alien gods may be an effective way to do this, after all, the gods are equal to the gods, but you also know that we can't fully trust the aliens, they will definitely twist the facts in their favor, that kid is too naïve, you have to watch him a little bit in this regard. Azrael added.

"I understand, Captain, I'll bring back the answer from the alien gods, and as for how much credibility there is, we need to judge carefully." Moore replied.

Communicating with a god, even if Mohr is not afraid of death, feels a little nervous at this time.

"Exactly ten thousand years later, the gears of the times are turning again, Moore." "As I watched that kid try to defend himself and talk to others about how he was going to unite the Order, I wonder if the Emperor would have been so emotional and ...... when he was drawing the grand blueprint for the Great Expedition to the Primitives," Azrael said. Hopeful. ”

"Captain...... "Mohr was a little confused, he didn't understand why Azrael suddenly wanted to say this to him.

"I've done a lot of wrong things, Moore, I've turned my back on glory for the sake of what I said was right, I've stained my hands with the blood of innocents, and hundreds of years of fighting have gradually made me forget what I was like in the first place."

"I thought it wasn't important anymore because I had become more mature and experienced, but I still felt a shudder in my heart when the scenes of the past were in front of me again – at least at first, I tried to be what I wanted to be, and until now, I'm proud of what I did."

Moore was a little confused, as if his own head coach had done something similar to that kid's stupidity, and until now, he was still happy with his choice.

People change.

This dark and cruel universe will torment everyone who has hope in their hearts to the point of madness.

What should that kid do when he learns that the anti-chaos alliance he formed actually has its own ghosts, and they are all waiting to stab him in the back at a critical time? Would he still be so hopeful?

When tragedy after tragedy happens, will he regret his current choice?

Human beings are not good creatures, because the elders will eventually pass away, and new people will always be born, and these new people will try to harbor some unrealistic fantasies until they are struck by reality, and so on.

But at least, thanks to the emperor's blessing, human beings still have room for fantasy.

The Aeldari side is the real despair.

......

Moore looked at the young man beside him, who was still talking to him about his big plans.

"There is a deep conflict of interests between the primordial demon who was fragmented by the power of the evil god and the demon prince who was promoted by mortals, and the primordial demon was robbed of his job by the demon prince, so we have to find a way to provoke a conflict between them. It is inconvenient for Chaos to operate in the physical universe, so the evil gods chose Abaddon and these mortals as champions to make trouble everywhere, and it is not convenient for us to operate in the subspace, if we pull out a demonic rebel army that can fight Chaos, the situation will be much better. ”

The plan sounds very reasonable.

This is also the core idea of his apocryphal book, "The Great Scarbrand Rebellion".

As Azrael said, there was hope in his heart at this time.

Could it be that his grand vision of uniting other races to form a united front would be shattered by the harsh reality? Just as the emperor's grand blueprint for humanity was shattered by chaos?

Moore didn't know that it was all a foregone conclusion.

He only hated that he hadn't been born 10,000 years ago, that he hadn't had a chance to stand by the emperor's side to stop Horus and delay the Great Traitor even for a second.

He lives in the current era, and he has his own battles.