"What the hell is going on? So secretive." The Emperor frowned, watching Swain close his eyes, seemingly communicating with something.
Just as the Emperor spoke, a familiar power spread from Swain's body.
The Emperor immediately breathed a sigh of relief; it was good that it wasn't what he had guessed.
However, before the Emperor had fully exhaled, he heard Swain's exclamation, "I'll go to hell with that God-Emperor!" Then, a power that was both incredibly familiar and utterly repulsive to the Emperor instantly stained Swain black.
"You… monster, you… beast, what have you done?!" The black Swain swung his massive fist and delivered a heavy blow to the Emperor's face.
Two bloody teeth flew from the Emperor's mouth under Swain's immense power, arcing gracefully through the air before landing on the floor.
"You hit me!!" The Emperor immediately punched back. Don't think that just because you're me from the future, I'll tolerate you.
The two figures, one gold and one black, began to brawl haphazardly like street thugs in the small room.
You poked my eyes, I pulled your hair, we rolled on the ground like donkeys, we did monkey-steals-peach moves, we spat at each other... Until two minutes later, the blackness on Swain's exterior began to recede, and the golden light within him vanished the next second.
This war ultimately ended with the victory of the Emperor of this era.
As for being bruised and swollen, the Emperor declared it merely a bit of wear and tear.
"That damn God-Emperor, he's not durable but still comes to provoke me. Don't think that just because you're me from the future, I won't lay a hand on you." The Emperor's expression turned extremely grim. During their brawl, his future self had transmitted all the scenes to him.
"Did it really fail?" The Emperor pulled Swain up from the floor and tossed him onto the wide sofa. Swain wouldn't wake up anytime soon; the power of destructive erosion wasn't so easy to digest, even if it wasn't aimed directly at Swain, it was still incredibly unpleasant.
Feeling dizzy for half a month would be light; in severe cases, one could even turn into an idiot.
Fortunately, the Emperor still used his psychic power to repair the parts of Swain's body that had been injured by the God-Emperor's power. Now the Emperor knew his origin.
Regarding this "fellow countryman" who dared to tell him, "You look like my dinner tonight," the Emperor thought, "Young man, you're very brave."
The Emperor's petty nature flared up again. Fighting with himself was his own business, but hitting him with a baseball bat was wrong, even in a dream.
"Is this the price?" The Emperor looked at the unconscious Swain, because he found that the current timeline seemed to be getting chaotic. Corax was the fourth to return, but the God-Emperor's memory showed him as the last.
The Emperor re-buried himself in the thick sofa, beginning to ponder the next steps.
The conference room fell silent again, leaving only a chaotic mess: broken tables and chairs, and overturned books silently testifying that the scene of the mutual pecking had indeed occurred.
Two hours later...
"Ugh…" Swain, lying on the sofa, let out a painful groan.
He felt as if a thousand needles were pricking his brain, and his body felt like it had been trampled by ten thousand horses, excruciatingly painful.
"What the hell did you two bastards do? Why does my body feel like it's been taken apart?" Swain gasped, struggling for a long time on the sofa before finally getting up. That damn Emperor just watched from the side and didn't even offer a hand.
"Thank you for the intelligence you brought," the Emperor said without sincerity.
"Thank me? Is this how you thank me?" Swain looked at the chaotic room and immediately understood what had happened.
Those two damn specters fought with the Emperor. The God-Emperor walked away scot-free, and he suffered an unprovoked disaster, getting beaten for nothing.
"So, what do you want?" the Emperor asked.
"With that attitude of yours, no wonder half your sons betrayed you. If I could move, I'd give you another punch." Swain could only lean against the sofa like a cripple and verbally spar with the Emperor.
"I'll allow you this indulgence this time. I'll fight you using only normal human strength, without psychic powers. If you're capable, stand up." The Emperor revealed a cold, disdainful sneer.
Forget normal human strength, even a primary school student could bully Swain right now.
"I have a whole new appreciation for your level of shamelessness," Swain praised. Although he knew the Emperor was very human-like, he hadn't expected his shamelessness to be so low.
Indeed, there was a reason why some people wanted to be beaten to the point of being unable to care for themselves for shirking responsibility. If he had the chance, Swain would also like to take the opportunity to kick a few times and collect some interest.
It was one thing for the 40K Emperor to be inhumane, but this Emperor in front of him had completely let himself go.
Indeed, is this the true nature of the Imperial high command?
"Will that other 'me' still use my body as a mouthpiece in the future?" After a long while, Swain rubbed his throbbing head and asked.
He definitely didn't want to experience such a terrible thing again.
"You can rest assured about that. The reason for such a big detour was to avoid those four entities. You know they have been eternal since their birth, and many things in this universe can hardly escape their influence, which is why you were chosen," the Emperor explained.
"Hmph, not chosen, but because only I survived, right?" Swain exposed the Emperor's lie.
What was human life in the Emperor's eyes? This was a super ruthless individual who could send himself to something infinitely more terrifying than a torture rack and endure it for over ten thousand years. The God-Emperor was the fifth great destructive power of the Warp.
If it weren't for the 40K Emperor's last shred of humanity providing a protective measure, Swain would have long since been annihilated, erased from concept, leaving no trace behind.
"What do you think of the Webway?" The Emperor saw that Swain's complexion had improved a bit and started to get to the point.
"The Webway? Haven't you already seen this garbage project? It's a failed project," Swain said, looking at the Emperor with some disbelief.
Could it be that the Emperor, after seeing the intelligence transmitted by the God-Emperor, still intended to blindly charge into it?
"As long as Magnus is controlled, the Webway will not be breached, and everything will be within controllable limits." The Emperor looked confident, as if he had everything under control, his attitude very firm.
"No, are you crazy? Tzeentch had already predicted your prediction from the start. Without Magnus, there won't be other Primarchs? What kind of pipe dream are you having?" Swain was ready to force himself up and punch him again.
"Ah, forget it, why am I worrying so much? You are the Emperor, and if the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up. Any Custodian is taller than me. Why should I worry about this?" Swain realized.
You want to slack off, huh? Who's afraid of whom? Anyway, his hometown is in the distant 30,000 years ago.
If the current Terra exploded, then let it explode. Swain shuddered just thinking about the hive cities on Terra. It didn't matter if an ugly planet without even oceans exploded.