#533 - Savior: Emperor, I will give you a luxurious and exciting toilet experience!

Ron confidently assured the Emperor, promising to resolve the Golden Throne's issues.

The Emperor was taken aback by this statement:

"You... can repair the Golden Throne?!"

The Golden Throne was arguably one of the galaxy's most magnificent and complex mechanical creations, built with alien technology.

It was difficult for humans to comprehend and master.

The Emperor was not only a leader but also a powerful warrior and humanity's greatest scientist.

Yet, he had only managed to understand and initiate simple repairs before being forced to activate the Throne due to pressing circumstances.

Given the current state of disrepair of the Golden Throne, even if he could transmit messages, he lacked the ability to provide technical support for its repair.

The Emperor, who considered himself humanity's most skilled scientist, found it hard to believe that there was still a way to repair the Golden Throne.

Ron was nonchalant, even a little proud.

"Of course..."

He waved his hand, as if discussing a minor matter:

"The Savior's territory has seen new breakthroughs in technology. Repairing it is a piece of cake. I can even get you a new one, with customizable styles and designs!"

After hearing this, the Emperor leaned back on the Black Throne, silent.

"Are you alright?!"

Ron grew concerned when the Emperor didn't speak.

If the Master of Mankind were to encounter any problems, it would be a major setback. The glimmer of vitality and the favorable situation humanity had just gained would be destroyed.

"I can hold on for a while longer."

The Emperor glanced at the Savior, his voice low.

The Master of Mankind was just feeling a bit... melancholic and defeated, not wanting to talk much.

Ten thousand years ago, the Emperor successfully completed the Great Crusade, establishing himself as the leader of the Imperium of Man.

He abandoned the affairs of the empire to seclude himself in the Imperial Palace, diligently researching the Golden Throne for that small, dilapidated webway.

Before his plans could bear fruit, he faced betrayal and a devastating defeat due to various unforeseen events.

He was severely injured and bound to the Golden Throne.

It was a truly tragic situation.

However, the Savior started as the governor of a fringe world on the edge of the galaxy. Before long, he had reclaimed planets and sectors, and even stumbled upon the Black Stone Gate, gaining access to a complete webway structure.

In comparison, it was a complete and utter victory.

If that could be considered lucky.

Now, the Savior had not only obtained the coveted Commorragh webway but was also claiming that repairing and constructing the Golden Throne was simple?

It made his own sacrifice of abandoning imperial affairs and secluding himself in the palace to study seem rather foolish.

The Emperor vaguely felt that he had become a bit of a joke.

Perhaps, if the Savior had experienced all of this, he would have done better than the Emperor and not have allowed the empire to fall into such a state.

In reality, researching the Golden Throne wasn't that easy for the Savior's territory, at least not easier than it was for the Emperor.

However, they had a scientific research system and had mastered too much alien technology.

Especially with the vast computing power assistance of the Machine Goddess, Xiaoling.

Both the breadth of technology and the speed of research were unmatched by the Emperor.

Moreover, the Savior had infiltrated the Dark Eldar and obtained the construction technology of the Black Throne.

This allowed the Savior's territory's Black Mechanicus Grand Magos and the oil-loving tech-priests to fully understand the structure of the Throne, enabling them to repair and construct it.

After a period of depression, the Emperor spoke again, his tone somewhat indifferent: "The matter of the Golden Throne is entirely your responsibility."

"I will handle everything and will not disappoint you."

Ron ignored the Emperor's stubbornness and nodded in agreement to his request. There were too many high-level artifact relics left in the galaxy, and indeed there were legends of those that could slay gods.

Such as the Cronesword and so on.

In fact, he and Guilliman, that filial son, had already been searching for related artifacts, just in case.

For the sake of humanity's fate.

They had to do this.

Ron frowned as he looked at the tall figure in front of him, twitching slightly in pain.

Because of his webway plan, the Emperor had been sitting on two toilets, suffering even more under the Throne's torment.

Of course, the Emperor was sitting comfortably and willingly.

After all, the previous Golden Throne was basically a waste of time, achieving almost no goals, while this time they had acquired the entire Commorragh, the largest and most valuable webway city in the galaxy.

It was a massive win!

For all of this, he would be willing to sit on a few more toilets.

"The Adeptus Mechanicus tech-priest team from Urdesh will arrive soon.

The repair and modification of the Golden Throne are extremely important. We will repair it later, but the Black Throne must be repaired and modified first.

To accumulate experience for the repair of the Golden Throne."

The repair and modification of the Golden Throne must be approached with the utmost caution. If any major problems arise during the repair that cause the Throne to explode, then they would be screwed.

It was safer to practice with the Black Throne first.

Ron said earnestly: "You have sacrificed too much for humanity. We will do our best to alleviate the pain caused by the Throne and make you more comfortable.

Perhaps, this is the only thing we can do."

The Emperor sat hunched over on the Black Throne and nodded.

He was too tired.

The recent conversation had consumed too much energy, and he was unable to continue speaking in the material universe with psychic power.

But his expression was much more relaxed, and there was even a hint of relief.

In any case, the Commorragh webway war had been decided, and humanity had won.

With simple management, it could be utilized.

This was the happiest and most comforting thing for the Master of Mankind in ten thousand years, without exception.

Ron did not continue to disturb the Emperor but went down the stairs to a platform.

He summoned the Black Mechanicus Grand Magos, Cawl.

That guy had initially repaired his mechanical body. His father's skull had also been re-glued with rivets, and the damaged parts had been replaced.

More striking was the pure gold Imperial Aquila of Honor, inlaid with many runes, on the skull.

For a servo-skull, it was the highest honor.

They participated in the battle to protect the Emperor, made outstanding contributions, and received a special honor award from the Adeptus Custodes.

Cawl was very happy about it.

If it weren't for the lack of high-level soul witchcraft, he would have summoned his father's soul to let him see how amazing the genius Cawl was.

He had obtained honors that his family had never dared to imagine.

"Has the modification plan for the Black Throne been prepared?"

Ron glanced at the Black Mechanicus Grand Magos, who was still showing off, and reminded him rather seriously: "At such a critical moment, don't cause any trouble."

He had already boasted so much, and if the Black Throne modification failed or caused more troublesome effects.

Then he could confiscate all of Cawl's fuel drinking factories and turn them into garbage disposal plants.

"The Machine Goddess is above, please do not insult the genius Cawl's profession again, especially when you do not understand the technology."

Cawl was a little agitated.

He couldn't stand anyone questioning his technical level, even if that person was the Savior.

Ron was expressionless and said lightly: "I don't understand technology, but I know how to approve budgets."

"You should understand some technology."

Cawl became much more honest upon hearing the Savior's words: "The modification plan for the Black Throne has long been prepared, and the related mechanical facilities have also been built and are ready to be activated at any time.

The repair and modification plan for the Golden Throne has also entered the preparation stage and will be officially launched in about two Terran years.

According to estimates, the Golden Throne can last at least three to five Terran years.

We still have enough time to optimize the plan."

"Then start the modification immediately, and deal with the Black Throne first, lest anything unexpected happen.

As for the Golden Throne, arrange it as soon as possible."

Ron issued the order.

Originally, the modification facilities of the Black Throne were prepared for him, the Savior, and were complete enough.

It could greatly reduce the pain caused by the Throne, and also meet the comfort level, integrating leisure, entertainment, toilet office and remote communication into one.

In short, it was exceptionally luxurious and explosive, just right for the Emperor to use.

"By the way, it seems like I asked you to make a speaker more than sixty years ago, have you succeeded in manufacturing it?"

Ron suddenly remembered that when he was bored more than sixty years ago, he had the whim to ask the Black Mechanicus Grand Magos to make him a psychic speaker.

Saying that if he ever sat on the toilet in the future, he could talk to people, and in the future, he might have the opportunity to use it for the Emperor.

Because after ascending the throne, the formed psychic power was extremely immense, and every action could cause harm.

Even simple speech could cause psychic sonic boom damage.

That's why the Emperor had been maintaining silence.

He could communicate with the outside world, but it was difficult to find someone who could communicate with him, as the other party couldn't withstand the high-intensity psychic shock.

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Ron, who also possessed powerful psychic abilities, wasn't greatly affected, but other beings found it difficult to withstand.

Even Guilliman felt as if his brain had been swept by a sandstorm when communicating with the Emperor.

If it were an ordinary Space Marine, they might suffer brain death directly, let alone Imperial officials; holding a meeting would likely kill a large number of people.

If a psychic speaker could really be created, wouldn't it allow the Emperor to communicate smoothly with the outside world, and even transmit messages remotely, which would be very convenient?

"You did indeed instruct the genius Cawl to carry out the relevant forging task. I have successfully completed it, but you said it was inauspicious and instructed me to shelve it.

Currently, the creation is in… the private warehouse No. 13 of the sixth forge world."

The data in Cawl's electronic eyes flickered as he searched for relevant information.

He gave the Savior the final reply: "I have already sent a message to that private warehouse. The Savior Speaker will be delivered before the Black Throne's repair and modification are completed."

Ron frowned:

"Hey, that name is too unlucky. From now on, it will be called the Emperor Speaker. Adjust it and see if it can be used by the Emperor himself."

"Your request can be met. By simply adjusting the data and replacing more durable valves, it can be adapted to the Great Emperor's psychic power."

Cawl quickly gave the answer.

Now, the technology of the Savior's territory can meet the construction needs of the throne, and putting a speaker on the throne is a piece of cake.

Ron looked at the Black Mechanicus Grand Magos and revealed a satisfied smile:

"Then it's settled. You guys should modify the Black Throne properly, install the Emperor Speaker, and give the Emperor a luxurious throne experience!"

Soon, several transport ships delivered the relevant modification facilities and parts to the throne platform.

The Black Mechanicus Grand Magos led dozens of Mechanicus Magos, clanging and banging as they began to modify the Black Throne, installing new components, external devices, and so on.

Ron supervised and guarded the entire process on-site to prevent any accidents from happening.

When installing certain important facilities, he even had to support the throne with the Emperor using psychic energy to maintain the stability of this magnificent machine.

Gradually, a mechanical palace surrounding the Black Throne was built, resplendent and magnificent.

Inside the Throne Palace.

"I… have never felt so relaxed…"

The Emperor sat on the velvet-covered throne, his expression much more relaxed than before, even revealing a hint of a smile.

Of course, he was referring to the feeling of this clone body; the pain brought by the Golden Throne and faith still existed.

Due to the adjustment of the throne's energy valves, the original strong power was diverted, reducing the impact on the physical body.

In this way, the Emperor's clone body could remain comfortable at ordinary times, concentrating and strengthening energy only when needed.

More importantly, this Master of Mankind could communicate with the outside world after installing the speaker.

Unlike before, when it took a long time to prepare to transmit a little information, which was very tiring.

Just now, he had pulled in the White Scars Primarch, the Custodian Guard, and other Imperial warriors and unleashed a torrent of abuse.

For ten thousand years, some activities of the Primarchs and the Custodian Guard had been seen by him.

Especially after the throne was connected to the psychic network, he obtained many historical details of the past. In his opinion, many things were simply idiotic.

The Emperor had endured for too long. Now that he had installed the Emperor Speaker, he finally had the opportunity to speak unscrupulously.

Naturally, he had to unleash a torrent of abuse.

Those scoldings and trash talk caused the White Scars Primarch and the Custodian Guard to retreat again and again, staggering and kneeling on the ground in tears.

Ron, listening to the majestic and highly impactful trash talk erupting from the Emperor Speaker, broke out in a cold sweat.

He took two steps back slightly, marveling in his heart: "I finally know who those Primarchs and high-ranking warriors learned their trash talk from…"

It turned out that the Emperor was the real master of trash talk.

That was a compulsory course for powerful warriors, capable of attacking the opponent's psychology, strengthening their momentum, and even turning defeat into victory.

The gene warrior academy in the Savior's territory had even specially opened related elective courses.

After the Khan and the Custodian Guard and others helped each other out and staggered out of the Throne Palace, the Emperor's emotions also calmed down.

That was just an outburst of squeezed emotions.

Anyone who had been stuck in the Warp for ten thousand years, almost unable to talk to anyone, would go crazy.

The Emperor was already considered very tolerant.

Ron enthusiastically introduced the various facilities of the Throne Palace to the Emperor, including the throne with multiple functions, which could freely adjust the height, curvature, heating, and so on.

It also included complete psychic network facilities, virtual projection, and food storage devices, as well as a complete set of kitchen utensils and a flushing toilet.

The Emperor looked at a golden toilet slowly extending from the side to under his buttocks, and the cute voice urging him on, feeling a little inexplicable.

Because at his level, there was no need to excrete at all. The organs on his body were enough to digest all the material nutrients.

Sizzle ~

Under the cheerful atmosphere, a small stream of water squirted towards the armor on the Emperor's buttocks.

He looked at the Savior, his face a little dark.

"Experience…"

Ron met the Emperor's gaze, chuckled, and explained: "The focus of our Black Throne modification plan is to let you have the experience of being human!"

He didn't have too much of a surprise either. This was considered a feature of the Savior's territory's design.

After that, he handed over the data pad:

"Little Spirit has registered a Spirit Web account for you, and it's a high-authority account.

You can see the faces and news of many areas of the Empire through the Spirit Web, and you can also communicate with some existences on the network.

But I suggest that you try to communicate with a virtual account as much as possible, without revealing your true identity, to avoid causing some chaos."

"Now the ruler of the Empire is you. I, this old fellow, will not interfere with the operation of the new regime and order, unless the battlefield needs me to descend blessings.

Of course, it will be in your name, the Savior."

The Emperor had already considered these things.

He hated the endless faith and found it even harder to bear the pain and the terrifying dangers of becoming a god behind it.

In the future, when he bestowed blessings, he would do so in the image of the Savior, guiding the faith to gather on the Little Sun, to reduce the risk of the Sacred Sun blackening and exploding.

As for what will happen to the Savior in the future, that will be discussed later.

Ron also agreed with this method. Anyway, now reducing the expansion of the Emperor's faith is the top priority, and other things have to be put behind.

More Sacred Towers are also under construction.

The Emperor took the data pad and fiddled with it. As a powerful scientist in his human past, he quickly mastered the operation and gameplay of the relevant platform.

Then he chatted happily with Little Spirit on the Spirit Web, and also casually posted a long article on the forum gathered by high-level managers criticizing Regent Guilliman's famous toilet paper work "Codex Astartes."

It was a mockery and repeated whipping of Old G.

Ron looked at the Emperor, who was wearing a vest and unscrupulously expressing himself, and twitched the corner of his mouth.

But he could also understand.

After all, before the Emperor decided to save humanity and become the Master of Mankind, he was also a libertine, painter, and special worker on the streets of Rome.

The current state is a return of part of his humanity, which can also be considered a good thing.

Anyway, with Little Spirit accompanying him, the Emperor can play however he wants.

Ron also introduced some other facilities of the Throne Palace to the Emperor, including a miniature garden, a health room, a simulated leisure room, and so on.

After the modification, he can carry the cables and move around the throne, using these facilities to rest well.

When Ron introduced the new area, the lights in the Throne Palace suddenly turned pink, exuding an atmosphere of joy…