Thanos didn't want to be a villain.

Chapter 128 Warhammer I - Everything is in Plan

Inside the palace, Dio and the Emperor looked at Feralus.

At this moment, Ferrus held the new power backpack and looked at the Emperor with a smug expression.

He didn't notice his brother staring intently at his neck from behind.

The Emperor's unwavering voice rang out: "Ferus, is this your improved new power backpack?"

Ferrusmarus nodded and respectfully handed the power backpack to the Emperor with both hands.

The emperor used his psychic powers to capture it and placed it in his palm.

Seeing this, Ferrus straightened up and said, "I disassembled the power backpack and analyzed it. I miniaturized the internal reactor. The miniaturization did not affect the energy output or duration. I even removed the redundant parts."

"I kept the solar collector, removed the solar cells and replaced them with a small thermonuclear fusion reactor. After the main power source fails, the solar collector can be used to start the nuclear fusion reactor."

The Emperor used his psychic powers to investigate, and the interior was indeed as Feralus had described.

Dio was also very curious, so he took the power backpack and examined it carefully.

"As expected of the Iron Hand, the original subatomic micro-fusion reactor was already quite efficient. I can't even imagine how good the technology would be after miniaturization. But what if we replaced it with antimatter energy?"

Dio suggested.

Antimatter energy?

This is a truly high-intensity energy output.

but……

"No, the cost is too high. Antimatter energy is fine for large-scale technology, but it's a waste of resources to use it for individual combat equipment," the Emperor retorted.

Dio shrugged indifferently; he couldn't possibly say that his Astartes used antimatter energy as their primary power source.

It is powered by a thermonuclear fusion reactor that uses backup energy and a collector that absorbs cosmic energy, and it contains a storage device for cosmic energy.

"What about the cost at this point? Are there any drawbacks?"

When asked by the Emperor, Feralus shook his head.

"The new powered backpack hasn't changed much in terms of direction. Even after being miniaturized, it remains robust and durable. I've also made an adapter interface with Guilliman's new powered armor."

Guilliman was surprised to hear that there was an unexpected bonus?

Although Guilliman felt that Ferrus was embarrassing himself by revealing the results at this time, he knew the importance of the material and couldn't lose his temper because of his pride.

Guilliman lowered his head, deep in thought.

"Then, can it be mass-produced?" the Emperor asked.

Ferrus nodded and explained, "If we're in a hurry, we can modify the existing power backpacks, but they won't look good."

After listening, the Emperor nodded and announced that the Astartes should replace their backpacks with these powered backpacks.

Just as the construction of the next project was in full swing, Ryan brought good news.

He found a Primarch.

His tall stature and dark skin were unlike those of the original, and his fiery red eyes were full of kindness.

The only conscience within the Primarch.

Lord of Fire Dragons, Vulcan!

"You are my father?" Vulcan asked, looking at the imposing man who was about the same height as him in his normal state.

The emperor made no attempt to hide his affection: "My child, you should feel the stirring in your heart; that is proof of our bond as father and son!"

Vulcan sensed the unusual sensation within his body and nodded.

“However, if you want me to serve you, you’ll have to defeat me.” Vulcan said, then looked at Ryan.

The emperor frowned slightly. Defeat him? Was this part originally in the story?

Ryan's armor was covered in black ash, and even his face was covered in ash.

Seeing Ryan's disheveled appearance, Ruth chuckled.

Even the usually stern-faced Guilliman had a smile on his lips when he saw him, as if he was holding back a lot of effort.

Ryan nodded expressionlessly: "I told him we are brothers, and Father needs him. He said he would come with me to see, but if Father wants him to serve the Empire, Father has to defeat him."

"Using the traditions of Nocturne."

Upon hearing this, the emperor suddenly realized that, just like in the original story, he needed to capture a prey that was even larger than his opponent.

Interrupting Ryan's deep gaze at Ruth, the Emperor ordered Ryan to send him and Vulcan back to Nocturne.

Dio found all this boring; he was so bored. He longed to see rivers of blood...

He came here to find a way to become stronger.

Not to mention psionic powers, he only needs to go through so many psionic spells once to memorize them.

The laws of time in this world are very clear. He can perceive and comprehend the laws of time almost without deliberately meditating or entering a state of deep concentration.

In subspace.

Four large maggots were huddled together.

"Tzeentch, this is not what you said. Why hasn't Saint Jereth gone mad?" Khorne glared at Tzeentch.

He was responsible for the genetic defects in Saint Geres' offspring, and Saint Geres himself also had these genetic defects.

However, because Saint Jerace's divine radiance was so dazzling, his flaws were not obvious or rather, not manifest.

Tzeentch didn't speak, but in Khorne's eyes, it was just putting on airs.

“Let’s not talk about Saint Geres. His divinity is no different from that bandit’s. And Tzeentch, why is there an extra person?” Slaanesh asked.

She was the youngest born, but she knew that Dio did not exist in the real world.

In fact, he had temporarily disabled the visual abilities of the four of them a while ago; the power of that spiritual energy was even stronger than that of the thief who robbed them of their possessions.

Khorne, quick-witted, realized what was happening and asked Tengger, "Yes, why haven't we seen that person?"

Whether in the compressed space or the real world, that person seemed to appear out of thin air.

Tzeentch chuckled wildly. He hadn't seen this unknown person in the future either; after all, even Carlos hadn't seen him, so how could he?

Even so, Tzeentch laughed even more heartily.

Because of the changes.

As the representative of all change, knowledge, and magic, all magic and knowledge can enhance his power, even a changed future can increase Tzeentch's power.

"You laugh at me!" Khorne punched him, interrupting Tzeentch's ear-piercing scream.

Slaanesh, on the other hand, hesitated and didn't go forward to finish off the enemy; instead, he seemed to regret not continuing to laugh.

Tzeentch covered the spot where he had been hit and got up.

“This person is a variable. The future is already unpredictable. He is an unknown person who does unknown things and can even temporarily deprive us of our ability to ‘see.’” Tzeentch continued with a wicked grin. “He is dangerous, even more dangerous than the Black King.”

"What?!" Nurgle, who had been silent all along, suddenly shouted, "One Emperor is already enough for us, and if another one comes along, won't that be the end of us?!"

The other three rolled their eyes in unison.

If we were to say which of the four was most threatened by the Emperor's flames, and which of the four was most terrified of the Emperor, there would undoubtedly be no doubt that it was Nurgle.

"Don't worry, everything is going according to plan." Tzeentch revealed his signature smile and words, instantly calming the other three gods.

There was no way around it; they still trusted Tzeentch's words. After all, he had been their old buddy for so many years, and he was the smartest one around.