The meeting concluded. To expedite the Imperium's resource integration, Ian raised his hand and, with a flash of Golden Light, Guilliman and the others vanished from the Grand Hall.
They were instantly Teleported to their respective Legions.
'What powerful Technology!' Though they had experienced it once before, they couldn't suppress the exclamation in their hearts again.
This ability to Spatially Teleport regardless of distance was nothing short of a strategic Artifact!
'If we had this Technology earlier, how could Chaos have defeated us so badly?'
Ian watched the spot where they disappeared, a slight smile curving his lips.
"When I get back, I'll have Super Seminary set up a 'Wormhole Network' for you. You'll be able to go wherever you want then!"
With the Tools sent away, only the Emperor and a group of High Lords who dared not breathe loudly remained in the Grand Hall.
"Ahem," Ian cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "Well, Emperor, I'll leave these state affairs to you for now. I need to go back and prepare."
To improve efficiency, Ian took out a set of enhanced Dark Plane Computers and "Installed" them onto the Emperor.
Fearing it wouldn't be enough, he also equipped the Emperor with several Celestial Computers to greatly boost his efficiency in handling state affairs.
The Emperor looked at the equipment. He had to admit that this stuff was far superior to the antiques the Imperium currently used.
As for Artificial Intelligence rebellion? 'A joke. These Artificial Intelligences are Ian's Believers, so their Loyalty is absolutely guaranteed.'
After greeting the Emperor, Ian's figure flickered and disappeared from the Grand Hall.
He returned to Minecraft to begin preparing for the recruitment of his own Primarchs!
'Since I'm playing a role, I'll play the whole part!'
Subsequently, a Recruitment Notice instantly spread throughout all the Worlds that held Faith in him.
"[URGENT RECRUITMENT! Primarchs Wanted! Requirements: Must be able to fight! Must be able to endure! Extra points for those with Special Abilities!]"
"[Excellent Benefits: Twelve Insurances and Eight Funds!]"
As soon as the news broke, countless people scrambled to sign up.
"Me! Me! Me! Pick me! I'm super strong in a fight!"
"I can lead troops! I've commanded thousands of soldiers!"
"I'm handsome! I meet the Primarch image requirements!"
...
Of course, registration had a Threshold. The sole requirement of "Combat Power" immediately filtered out the vast majority of people.
Ian handed the initial screening task to Zambo.
Zambo's work efficiency was high. Before long, he had filtered out a batch of qualified candidates.
"Boss, the Interviewees have been selected. We can start anytime!" Zambo reported.
"Good! Let them in!" Ian waved his hand, and a unique "Primarch Interview" officially began.
First up for interview was the Primarch of the Dark Angels First Legion.
The Primarch of the other world was Lion El'Jonson, nicknamed "Lion," who was courageous in battle, skilled in tactical planning, and possessed strong Leadership.
Ian then nodded to Zambo, and Zambo's Clone began leading the first Interviewee into the arena. The order of Interviewees was random, of course.
The first Interviewee: Rengar.
"Hello, I am Rengar, from Runeterra." Rengar puffed out his chest, revealing sharp claws and fangs.
Ian walked around him, scrutinizing him from top to bottom: "Emmm... not bad, he's certainly a Lion, but none of the other points match! Oh wait, at least he is indeed courageous in battle."
"I am the King of the Jungle!" Rengar thumped his chest. "No Prey can escape my pursuit!"
"Alright, alright." Ian waved his hand. "Forget it, just assign him to the First Legion. He can be a Mascot."
"A Mascot?" Rengar seemed a little dissatisfied. "What about the Benefits..."
"They'll be issued as promised!"
"I'll take it!"
The second Interviewee: Morgana.
Morgana walked into the Grand Hall with an elegant stride, her black Wings unfurled behind her.
"I am Morgana, the Fallen Angel." Her voice was smooth like velvet, a little affected.
Ian stroked his chin, considering: "Tactical planning, you certainly have; Leadership, you certainly have; Dark Angels, you certainly fit."
"So I passed?" Morgana sounded a little excited.
"But the aesthetic of your subordinates is not conducive to my Faith spreading!" Ian shook his head. "If I let your Daemons go to rescue people, they'll probably start fighting with the Space Marines halfway."
"I can restrain them," Morgana tried to argue.
Ian waved his hand. "Don't worry, they'll be needed when we counterattack the Immaterium later."
"You promised! Don't forget then!" Morgana then turned and left.
...
"Next!" Ian called out. He had already interviewed dozens of candidates.
"Lionheart King, reporting for duty!" A muscular man in Golden Armor carrying a Greatsword strode in.
"Wait, Lionheart King?"
"Holy cow, Yao?"
Ian couldn't help but wonder if he had accidentally found the Yao World. Could that also be a World in the Void?
"What Yao?" Garen looked confused. "I am Garen, the Lionheart King of Demacia."
Ian pulled up Garen's file and suddenly understood: 'So Garen is doing Cosplay.'
"What is Cosplay?" Garen scratched his head.
"Nothing," Ian smiled. "I have to say, he fits all the requirements."
"Let's see the last one. You stand aside and wait."
The last Interviewee: Siberut Angers.
A tall, middle-aged man walked in. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, and his every move revealed a sense of composure.
"Siberut Angers, former President of the Lionheart Society," he briefly introduced himself.
"I once led teams, formulated Strategies, and..." Angers paused. "Hunted Dragon Race."
"I really have to say, he's quite a match," Ian nodded. Angers previously led the Lionheart Society, was courageous in battle, and had good Leadership.
Now, after the Dragon Race World pooled their Faith Power to give him an upgrade, his strength was considerable, and his height had also reached over two meters.
"Good! Excellent!"
Ian immediately passed both Garen and Angers. Lionheart King Garen would serve as the Primarch, and Angers as the Chapter Master.
After the two left, Ian turned to Zambo: "Are the interviews for the next Legion ready?"
"They're ready, Boss," Zambo nodded. "The candidates for the Third Legion are waiting outside."
"Then let's continue," Ian stretched. "I hope the next batch is a bit more interesting."
The Imperium has no Second Legion, or rather, the Second Legion's data was deleted. Ian decided to select the Primarch for the Second Legion from the pool of candidates available for re-evaluation.