Working Title: "The Call on Vortrex Primus"
"Emperor! I propose that statues of your likeness be built across the entire planet of Vortrex Primus!" Archbishop Caedor Malveth declared passionately, his voice echoing through the golden-lit chamber.
"That way, everyone can gaze upon your glorious face at all times!"
Kenthelion simply sighed and took a slow sip of water from his cup, showing no enthusiasm.
"That's unnecessary," he replied flatly. "Cancel it."
(And just like that, a new round of debate over the statues began.)
The archbishop tried to speak again. "Emperor, I only—"
But before he could finish, he shot a sharp glare at Kahn, Kenthelion's loyal aide, as if blaming him for not teaching his Emperor better decorum.
"Very well," Caedor muttered with a heavy sigh, finally turning to leave, his purple robes trailing behind him.
As the grand doors closed, Kenthelion slumped back in his chair, groaning softly. He pulled a small comm-link from his ear and grumbled,
"Damn it… these people never shut up."
How did the real Emperor of Mankind get everyone to be quiet when he spoke? Kenthelion mused silently. I should've asked.
Now once again seated as the Governor of the planet—formerly known as Grak'thul, but renamed Vortrex Primus by his own decree—Kenthelion turned his attention to the real matter at hand.
"Alright… time to wipe out the Bloodmaw Empire for good."
He reached for the star map beside his throne and pointed directly to the heart of enemy territory.
"Terra," he muttered. "What a ridiculous name."
"No race but humanity should ever dare to use that name."
Rising to his feet, his voice turned firm and commanding.
"Summon the expedition fleet once more. Let those aliens pay… in blood."
Kenthelion had made his decision: he would launch a decisive strike on the Bloodmaw capital. But first, his forces needed expansion—his armada, reinforcements.
Opening the system interface, Kenthelion began browsing the Imperial Military Mall.
"Flagship… flagship… I need another damn flagship."
Kenthelion browsed through the system's mall interface, frowning as he noted the current state of his expeditionary fleet: they were lacking battleships with strong firepower, and could definitely use a few more support warships.
In this second universe he was now exploring, the enemy's fleet sizes were ridiculous. I started the expedition with hundreds of battleships, yet they have tens of thousands, he thought grimly. Even though their ships aren't as large or powerful as the ones from Warhammer or Star Wars tech, the sheer number of them is overwhelming. And this... this is just one alien empire.
"Alright, you'll do."
Kenthelion tapped on a screen within the system, highlighting a specific warship model. Lately, there had been multiple reports of alien massacres near Planet Vortrex Primus—formerly known as Grak'thul. Now partially urbanized under human control, the planet had been reduced to a small city, with less than a million human survivors.
"Divine-class Emperor Battleship!" he announced.
The reason Kenthelion chose the Emperor-class over the Queen's Glory was because he planned to wait for the arrival of the Primarchs before unlocking that class. Besides, the Emperor-class was already more than enough for this situation.
Currently, Castellan was piloting the Gloriana-class Battleship, Kenthelion's personal warship. He was leading troops in a brutal campaign of alien genocide around Vortrex Primus, establishing it as their first stronghold in this universe.