Warhammer Throne

When Ryan returned to the streets of Haimenguan, three hours had passed. The meal was a long time ago, but no matter how long he ate, it could not affect Haimenguan’s fiery heat and prosperity as always. The streets were full of humans and people. The dwarves, especially the expeditionary army, seem to have arranged for François to be stationed. At this time, many people in the expeditionary army have been unable to hold back and started to consume.

After a few months, the expeditionary army returned to the civilized world again. People sang and danced and celebrated this huge victory. Even the dwarves and human merchants at Haimen Pass were encouraged by it, because the expeditionary army’s war was the same. It is helpful to Haimen Pass. Let alone the next ten years, the victory of Bafeng Mountain will ensure that Haimen Pass will no longer face a big waaagh in the next 30 to 40 years.

I don’t know if it was because of the arrival of the Supreme King or because Haimen Pass was happy with this victory. Today King Byrnov lifted the curfew. The grocery stores, food stores, and blacksmith shops were all open, while the soldiers of the expeditionary army We wandered around in groups. At this moment, the soldiers of the expeditionary army were rich.

That’s right, although the military pay and bounty after the expedition have not been distributed, they are part of the treasure house of Bafeng Mountain. In fact, the army has also found one of the few treasures in Skarsnick’s treasure pile and the headhunter Quik’s collection. The small wealth, even including many aurora, mud friends and high-precision things, was worth hundreds of thousands of gold crowns after a slight count, and Ryan generously gave all these wealth infinitely.

The king's generosity has won the love of everyone, and no one dislikes a generous leader.

"I have seen the king!"

"Long live your majesty!"

"I have seen the King of Knights!"

Ryan's appearance aroused the cheers of many soldiers and knight masters, and everyone respectfully made way for him and bent over to him.

The streets of Haimenguan were not wide and had a sense of neatness that was unique to dwarves. Ryan frowned when he saw it. The king was mentally tired. He had to wave his hand to indicate that he had heard it, and then quickly turned into a corner.

Now it’s not the same adventure as before. Now Ryan is a king. He often can’t even find a clean one. His every move will become the focus, even though he is not considered by the imperial court like Karl-Franz. Fragments", but it is already an extravagant wish to go to the streets alone. Too much internal affairs and military affairs entangle the king, and he rarely has time to be alone.

Ryan thought that it’s no wonder that after many knight kings in Breton’s history, after the ascension to the throne, the personal martial arts level not only did not rise, but slightly declined. Obviously this is the reason. Whether it is the virtues of knights or military training, the essence of knight aristocracy is cultivated. They are military aristocrats rather than administrative aristocrats, which leads to few knight kings who are good at government affairs, but they have to shoulder the burden because of their responsibilities.

In this dark age, everyone is moving forward with heavy burdens.

"Baclava! Baclava! The fragrant Baclava, freshly baked, very delicious!" Ryan noticed that several Arabis were selling a dessert with the dwarves, and there were not many shoppers in the corner. When Ryan saw this, he walked over.

Baklava is a very special snack. This snack comes from Arabica. It is flavored with syrup or honey. The middle part is chopped nuts. The upper and lower layers are crispy pastry with fat, square, diamond and triangle. After eating, it tastes crispy, crispy, sweet and fragrant.

"Sweet than first love!" This is the promotion of this kind of dessert. Ryan took out two silver coins and bought a cup of very bitter Arabic black tea by the way. Sitting alone in a corner of the downtown area, watching the bustling crowds. Sitting in the corner like this, eating silently.

Thinking of what happened before, Ryan felt a little upset in his heart. The Supreme King’s wisdom and diplomatic skills were obviously a level higher than him. At the beginning, his rhythm was completely taken by the Supreme King, and Thorglin also had this capital. The Supreme King is a thousand years old. If he shows his qualifications, he can go to the age of the Three Emperors! God knows how much this Supreme King has experienced? He has seen a lot of things with his own eyes, heard with his ears, and felt it himself. Does Ryan dare to use hearsay and historical documents to fight him?

That is looking for death! This is not a fight of will, this is a conversation between kings, any weakness will be caught by the other party, and the other party is still the most caring dwarf! One accidentally buckled the hat of "You have made history again", this is going to be on the hatred book!

Ryan was not joking. Leaning apart, Imperial Brunswick University and Noor University often caused academic disputes because of their belief in their own history. The final result was to go to the dwarves to check the truth.

Damn, when will I have the diplomatic skills of Brother Killiman or Fukugan? Ryan was very annoyed and ate the sweet and greasy dessert, complaining to himself.

"Hey! Afu! Afu, come with me!" At this moment, there was a sound familiar to Ryan from not far away. One was strong, with two axes hanging from his waist. The barbarian woman with leather armor and leather jacket, bearskin boots on her legs, and her hair scattered, was shopping with a Templar. She shouted excitedly: "I want to eat this, here is a... No, there are two, but a big one!"

Upon seeing this, the stall owner gave her two hot dogs stuffed with ham, bacon, fresh vegetables and salad dressing. As a result, the female barbarian picked up the things and left. The boss almost jumped up and said, "Hey! Miss, you still pay. No money yet!"

"Afu!" The female barbarian yelled impatiently, and the Templar hurriedly came up to pay: "I will pay and I will pay, how much?"

After paying the money, before Alfred had time to buy himself a stutter, Ingrid stuffed one of the hot dogs into Ah Fu’s mouth: "This is yours, go, Ah Fu, let’s go over there. Look again."

"Uh~hmm!" Alfred was led away by Ingrid before he could speak.

You also call him Afu?

Ryan looked at this scene, wondering why he felt a little upset.

But the Knight King smiled helplessly.

Yes, I have gotten married, too, and Ah Fu should have gotten married too. Although this female barbarian said that she was a little stronger and a little bit barbaric, but it happened that there was no political color behind her, and she did not belong to any faction, which helped to maintain Ah Fu's...

Damn, it's been a long time to be a king, and I have become like this too!

It's a dirty adult, and I can't go back to my original pure appearance.

Ryan laughed dryly to himself and scratched his head. He ate the remaining Baklava in one breath, and the sweet feeling stimulated his taste nerves.

The matter is over, go home by boat!

…………I am the dividing line where you are worthy of calling him Afu…………

At the same time, travel through the eternal giant subspace storm, the main material universe, the core of the human empire, the Holy Terra, the palace, and the Supreme Lord's Council.

This is the 42nd millennium. Even if the emperor has announced his return, the human empire still has to face endless enemies. The Supreme Regent, His Excellency Kiliman, has already used his unyielding expedition to deal with the chaotic frenzy. At such a critical juncture, some kind of sacred ceremony still took up a lot of time in the Supreme Lord's Council.

Above the sacred Terra shining with brilliant golden light, a small boat descended from the orbit, and the messenger was a little uneasy. He had to come to the Supreme Lord’s Council for a ritual routine meeting, just like many rituals. Why is this meeting held, what is the reason, and what is its significance. It has long since disappeared in the tens of thousands of years of history and the fog of the human empire, but the ritual is a ritual. Since this ritual exists from the moment the emperor appears, then There is no doubt.

Ritual is ritual.

But today, this ceremony is very different from the past, which makes the messenger feel extremely nervous, because the Supreme Lord’s Council met to discuss and decide, since the emperor has returned, they have no right to resolve the matter. The messenger must Meet the emperor in person.

Fortunately, everything had already been arranged. When the messenger strode and entered the throne room under the leadership of the imperial imperial army, he saw the emperor himself as he wished-the face of countless miracles and light and the coldness of examining everything. Looking at it, the messenger was almost humble and admired to the point that it could not be added. The messenger took a few deep breaths, then recited the words engraved into the DNA and began to recite.

"The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland once again begged the emperor for permission to postpone Brexit. We need more time to negotiate and vote."

The voice of the messenger reverberated in the empty throne hall. It was soon overshadowed by the turning sound and noise of the golden throne, and the sound of ozone transpiration. The messenger bowed and signaled, waiting for the emperor's reply.

The emperor did not answer. Two minutes passed in this way. The messenger could already feel the angry gaze of the emperor forbidden army standing next to him. Every second of the lord of mankind was so precious, and he actually let the emperor waste two minutes. ?

The messenger doubted whether the emperor heard what he said, he wondered whether he should repeat it, so he raised his head.

There was no expression on the emperor's face, but from his look it was obvious that he was reminiscing about something and looking for something. The messenger was about to open his mouth to repeat this passage, but the emperor raised his hand to indicate not.

The Lord of Mankind finally opened his mouth: "I have heard and agreed to this request. I will extend the Brexit deadline again for 999 years. Your request has been received and time has been given. In the name of mankind, so be it. "

If the messenger is amnesty, he hurriedly bent over and quickly left, and the Lord of Mankind once again returned to the reality of the war against the destructive forces of chaos.

But he is not the only one in the Throne Hall. The authority and power of the Lord of Humanity is so convincing. The working mechanical priests, the imperial imperial army, and the bureaucrats of the Imperial Executive Yuan will not ask the Lord of Humanity any questions, but There is an exception for a curious guy.

"So, father, what is that? The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland? What is that, Brexit, and what is that?" Magnus, the son of red, sitting on the golden throne, spoke, and he was curiously facing My father asked, "What the **** is that? What can make my father who has infinite wisdom, infinite power and infinite desires spend two minutes thinking?"

The emperor raised his head and glanced at Magnus. The Red Son was holding a few "Legislative Flags-One Week" and a reading of an ancient book excavated from the underground of the palace. This ancient book was once considered to contain taboos. However, after confirmation by the emperor, this is just an ordinary historical novel.

Even after sitting on the golden throne, Magnus still maintained his diligent and studious appearance. Seeing that the emperor did not answer, he asked again: "This must be meaningful, right? Father?"

"...That is an ancient ceremony in the 2k era of Holy Terra." The emperor seemed to be a little bored, so he spoke up after all: "It's very old and very memorable, but there is nothing else."

"This ceremony is ancient and full of memorial significance enough to make you, father, the lord of mankind who is precious every second, waste two minutes on this?!" Magnus became more interested after listening, and he kept on Follow-up: "Talk about it, I want to know, tell me!"

"Father, tell me, I want to know!"

"What does that ceremony represent?"

Magnus sat on the golden throne and chattered endlessly.

"You are always so curious, Magnus." The emperor was so annoyed that he turned his head and looked at the magic little Magus sitting on the golden throne with cold eyes: "Curiosity will hurt you, you Didn’t you learn enough lessons from the previous things?"

"That's better than sitting on the golden throne for a long time!" Magnus became unhappy, and he kept yelling: "Think about it, I, Primarch, the son of the Lord of Mankind. One, for the human empire, for you, sitting on the golden throne for so long, sacrificing yourself, giving yourself, shouldn't you make a small compensation for my sacrifice?"

"..." The emperor knows that Magnus is a threat, and this guy is also useful, but in any case, the emperor is just and selfless. If the Golden Throne does not have a magic little Mag, then he will You must sit on it. For the time being, Magnus is still useful, so his little, innocuous requirements should be met, otherwise if this guy messes up, the entire Star Torch will be affected.

Therefore, the regimental banner newspaper "An Article of the Week" of the Ministry of Military Affairs was always delivered to the Throne Hall on time, and the emperor also opened some of the library and took out some books to pass the time for Magnus.

"Remember the woman with the surname Windsor who came in under the leadership of Trajan more than a hundred days ago?" The emperor said coldly: "From the 2k era to the present 42k, countless rulers, scholars and heroes We, the Supreme Lord, and the Tribunal come and go, but this one is the woman surnamed Windsor, and I have finished talking here."

"?????!!!" Magnus opened his eyes wide, as excited as he discovered the new world: "She is the immortal?!"

"The problem is over. If there are no other questions, continue your duties." The emperor no longer paid attention to Magnus.

"Wait! Father, I have another question!" Magnus said gleefully, "Hey! Father, what are you going to do with Kiliman and Luo Jia?"

"..." The expression on the emperor's face changed slightly.

Just a few weeks ago, a terrible infighting took place during Killiman's indomitable expedition.

The supreme regent of the empire and the new imperial state Pope Luo Jia, who led the support of the Emperor’s Daughter Fighting Sisters, broke out in an extremely fierce conflict. Luo Jia broke Gilliman's head with a two-headed eagle scepter in his hand. .

The reason for all this is because the Supreme Regent of the Empire made a sentence in his post-war victory speech.

"The emperor is not a god."