Time rewound to when Napoleon had just departed from Terra...
Holy Terra, High Lords Council.
Digitalized work made things much easier for these High Lords. The "copy" and "paste" functions allowed them to squeeze in time to eat while working.
On their tables were bento boxes with three dishes and a soup, which they ate with relish.
Before, the High Lords didn't have time to eat; they would have various tubes inserted into their bodies to inject different nutrient solutions to maintain their physical functions.
But now that they had time, who would choose "intravenous injection" when they could eat with their mouths?
At this moment, several Custodians pushed trolleys into the High Lords Council, laden with documents all marked confidential, all originating from the Imperial Palace and the Prince's Palace.
The current High Lords had come to terms with it; since that couple had already taken power, and all four returning children of the Emperor stood on their side, their refusal was useless. It was better to retire gracefully.
The High Lords watched the fleet, already fading into the distance in the sky. That woman and Li Feng had embarked together on a journey to the Eye of Terror, taking half of the Custodians and the Sisters of Silence with them.
However, what made some High Lords feel bad was... one of the High Lords, Grand Nun Mowen, the head of the Adepta Sororitas, had also secretly run off, following the expeditionary fleet.
Sister Mowen couldn't stand losing hair from sitting in an office all day; she would rather follow the friend of the emperor and the Living Saint to fight in the Eye of Terror.
Rogal Dorn also departed with his children, the Imperial Fists and the Black Templars, aboard the Phalanx, following the expeditionary fleet.
Now, the largest flagship of the Imperium was no longer the Phalanx, but the "Dominator-class Expeditionary Platform."
Although the High Lords were pleased to see this behemoth, the construction of the Dominator and the naval buildup, as well as the initial re-equipping of the Imperial Guard, truly made the High Lords bleed heavily, and the Imperial treasury also underwent a test...
"Dominator-class Expeditionary Platform"
At this moment, the "emperors lash" battleship was quietly docked at the Dominator's port, and in the yacht docked above the battleship, Li Feng and Sanguinius were sitting on the sofa watching television.
This time, Sanguinius decided to "personally lead the expedition," directly taking half of the Custodians and the Sisters of Silence from the Imperial Palace to embark on the expedition.
Sanguinius had even prepared her new persona... "The Emperor (Handsome Male Version, Peak Period)"
"Wife?"
Sanguinius looked at the TV: "What is it?"
"Can you... change your appearance first..."
Hearing Li Feng's words, Sanguinius snapped her fingers, and soon she returned to her original appearance.
At this moment, in the living room, the Sisters of Silence and Custodians standing on either side exchanged glances...
Sisters of Silence (sign language): "Should we go out first?"
Little Kitten (sign language): "We must ensure Her Majesty the Empress's safety. We male Custodians will go out first; you females stay. I'll swap in some Female Custodians later."
After signing, Little Kitten quietly left the room with a few Custodians.
At this moment, they happened to meet Celestine, who was wearing a loose T-shirt and had just changed clothes.
"Yo, Little Kitten, are they inside?"
"Living Saint. Yes, my Lord and Sir are watching TV together."
Actually, Celestine wanted to watch TV and eat hotpot with that couple today, but with so many "golden big guys" and "mute old women" acting as third wheels, she found it hard to make that request...
"Sanguinius! Li Feng! Please form a band with me for life!"
...Dominator, Mechanicum Workshop
At this moment, Rogal Dorn was undergoing a hand transplant, accompanied by his children. Ten thousand years ago, when Dorn disappeared, he had left one hand behind.
That hand, left by Dorn, was enshrined by the Imperial Fists as a holy relic. The hand was well-preserved, even placed in a stasis field.
And now, Dorn, following his Stepfather's arrangement, had come to the Mechanicum Workshop. Ma Yinglong, who had become an Archmagos, personally performed the arm transplant surgery for Rogal Dorn.
Initially, Dorn preferred a bionic hand. His preference for efficiency and functionality made him favor the Adeptus Mechanicus's prosthetic technology.
However, under the persuasion of his father the Emperor and Li Feng, he ultimately chose to restore his native limb.
"Dorn, you are a symbol of mortal resilience and fearlessness," the Emperor's voice was as deep and powerful as ever. "A bionic hand cannot fully convey your significance as a Primarch. Let your children see that their genes and bloodline are still mighty."
Li Feng added with a smile: "Besides, this 'restoration' project is my latest collaboration, how can you refuse to experience it?"
Dorn extended his severed arm into the instrument. Multiple mechanical arms precisely locked onto the position, scanning every nerve and muscle tissue, ensuring the transplant process would be flawless.
The entire instrument shimmered with rune-like light, and Ma Yinglong stood behind the main console, skillfully operating the holographic panel with both hands.
"Clean the connection points and inject the appropriate nutrient solution," Ma Yinglong commanded the mechanical arm, injecting a small tube of bright green liquid into the severed end of Dorn's arm.
The hand from the stasis field was gently transferred to a mechanical arm, slowly beginning to fit onto the end of Dorn's wrist.
A soft blue light swept over the connection point between the hand and the arm, initiating the fusion process of regenerative factors.
"Neural network connecting... bones fusing... blood circulation activated," Ma Yinglong reported, adjusting various parameters.
Under the instrument's operation, the cells between the hand and arm gradually merged into one, and a new neural network was reconnected.
Dorn could feel a faint tingling sensation, a signal of neurons reactivating.
He slowly flexed his fingers, and that hand, his own hand, surprisingly regained movement as soon as the transplant was completed.
"Surgery successful," Ma Yinglong announced, a satisfied smile on his face.
Upon seeing this, his children all knelt on one knee, their eyes filled with undisguised awe and pride. This was not only the restoration of their gene-father but also a great victory for Imperial technology.
Dorn withdrew his arm from the instrument. He looked down at his restored hand, slowly made a fist, feeling its strength and familiarity.
He said softly: "Ten thousand years, and it has finally returned to its original place."
The warriors of the Imperial Fists shouted in unison: "That's great! Hooray!"
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