Emperor Fantasy, single luxury treatment room.
Three months before the remodeling surgery.
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The originally luxurious and fragrant sanatorium was now filled with Barbarus's unique poisonous gas.
These poison gases were collected by specially dispatched machine servants from Barbarus. These compressed poison gases were then mixed with the air from the Emperor's Dream according to the proportions and then discharged into this large and empty sanatorium.
The owner of the room, Mortarion, was sitting beside the bed, quietly flipping through a thick book.
He wasn't wearing a gas mask, and the concentration of these gases was almost pleasant on Babarus.
Mortarion was dressed in simple white casual clothes, the large, comfortable fabric hanging loosely on his body, revealing the bandages and medical gel underneath.
There was nothing in the entire room except a bed, a workbench, and a huge bookshelf filled with books.
Mortarion had all the fancy stuff moved out; he could not appreciate the intricately carved, glittering gold ornaments, or the carpets made of thousands of different silks that celebrated the warriors' exploits.
It's a waste, a complete waste, and a smug act of showing off one's taste.
Mortarion could not understand the Empire's actions, but he accepted the mission given to him by the Emperor.
After he decapitated Knakre and passed out, it was the Emperor, his so-called biological father, who saved him and Hades.
When Mortarion woke up, the man with golden light slowly came to him.
He showed Mortarion the scale of the Imperium, he showed Mortarion how many worlds of Man were now struggling under xenos rule.
He invited Mortarion to liberate the humans who were in dire straits.
He promised Mortarion a large and powerful space army and a chance to transform the Barbarus.
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"Mortarion, my child, join us."
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There was no doubt that Mortarion had agreed to the Emperor's request.
The conditions he offered were too tempting, the force he displayed was too strong, and Mortarion had no other choice.
Facing the emperor, no one has any choice but to surrender.
No one.
Maybe this man named Emperor is a good person
Such childish and absurd thoughts filled Mortarion's mind.
During these months, Mortarion rested in the infirmary.
A huge star ring was under construction, rotating in the sky above Barbaros.
His Death Guard were brought to these star rings, where they would be transformed by the Imperium into Space Marines, the true blades of Mortarion.
Mortarion had seen the Imperial troops called Space Marines, and it was simply... incredible.
A sturdy body that ordinary people cannot reach, extraordinary reaction speed, superb memory, combat experience that can be passed down from generation to generation, and power armor specially designed for war.
If Mortarion had been given seven such powerful warriors in Barbarus, he would have been able to pacify all the aliens in Barbarus within a month.
Mortarion couldn't help but feel excited at the thought of leading such an army in the future.
He will lead these powerful warriors to save mankind from the hands of aliens.
“Ding.”
The door to the infirmary opened softly, interrupting Mortarion's thoughts.
Someone is coming.
Maybe they are researchers here to check on his injuries again, Mortarion thought impatiently. He had recovered long ago, and these injuries were not worth spending so much time recovering from. He didn't want to spend any more time on recuperation, he wanted to go see his army.
But when the door slowly opened to the right and a faint golden light shone from that side—
The visitor was wearing simple clothes, a minimalist brown linen top, and loose trousers that showed off her slender legs. Gold threads were embroidered on the edges of her clothes, and golden olive leaves lay quietly on her black hair. Her elegance and nobility were evident in every move she made.
—It’s the Emperor.
Mortarion did not move, stubbornly pretending that the person who came in was a medical staff member, and continued to pretend that he was reading.
He didn't want to salute.
The emperor walked in and frowned somewhat unhappily. The originally luxuriously decorated infirmary had been stripped down to only the most basic daily necessities. The elegant and gorgeous golden sculptures had been removed, as had the carpets that sang the praises of the warriors' exploits. The various furniture that ordinary people liked very much and used for relaxation were also gone.
The whole room was even filled with poisonous gas!
The Emperor couldn't help but frown again, as if he was very dissatisfied with Mortarion's arrangement.
But he quickly regained his calm and even kind expression, and he walked over calmly, ignoring Mortarion's own little awkwardness, and sat down on the bed, next to Mortarion.
Mortarion then raised his head reluctantly.
"Good afternoon, father."
Then the Emperor raised his head and looked around.
"Is this air your personal hobby?"
"Yes, father, I don't like the original air here."
Mortarion said calmly,
The emperor nodded slightly and continued calmly,
"Kid, I hope you can pay attention to your external image."
Mortarion ignored all the Custodians who saluted him during his first walk outside the infirmary.
Mortarion did not reply.
"As the leader of the Legion in the future, you must establish a good image for the Human Empire."
"Okay, I'll pay attention, father."
This time the emperor didn't have the patience to continue the conversation. He waved his hand and a guard carrying a tray came in.
The Emperor took a special syringe from the tray.
The golden eyes looked at Mortarion,
"Your friend, Hades, is seriously injured and is still receiving treatment."
"And for his transformation surgery, we need some of your blood."
Hades, his best friend, his right-hand man, Mortarion was very worried about him. In his last memory, Hades was dying and didn't look like he could survive.
Mortarion stretched out his right hand without hesitation and rolled up his sleeves.
The Emperor still maintained that perfect expression, calm yet with divinity and kindness. He accurately inserted the needle into the Primarch's solid skin, and blood slowly flowed out.
Mortarion watched his blood flow out bit by bit.
"Are you going to cultivate a set of specialized organs for transformation?"
Mortarion asked. In fact, through his constant reading of Imperial books, he knew that in the transformation operations of those Space Marines, modified organs containing the genes of the Primarchs would be implanted.
"Yes, you are very clever, my child."
The emperor's indifferent voice sounded, he lowered his head and stared at the syringe silently.
Enough blood has been drawn.
Mortarion could not wait to stretch back his arm, and thanks to the Primarch's powerful recovery ability, the pinhole healed quickly.
"Will he be all right?"
Mortarion still remembered the power that Hades burst out before his death. If it weren't for Hades, he would not have succeeded.
But that ability, what exactly was it? It didn't quite fit with what Mortarion had read about the characteristics of the Untouchables.
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The Emperor looked up, his golden eyes fixed emotionlessly upon Mortarion's amber ones -
Mortarion's expression suddenly became blank.
In just a moment, the Emperor withdrew his gaze, and Mortarion acted as if nothing had happened.
Mortarion watched the Emperor walk out silently, then lowered his head and began to read.
"Ding"
The door was closed.
Small theater:
The emperor had a kind smile on his face.
Heart: Hardened, fists hardened.
It's not amnesia, don't worry.
In fact, the Emperor is quite fond of Mortarion. I think it is because Mortarion’s stance is particularly in line with the Emperor’s taste.
Mortarion: An extreme human + an extreme alien hater + a materialistic god of war.
Speaking of the materialistic god of war, after Mortarion ascended to demon status, he even tried to talk science to a Great Unclean One of Nurgle, leaving the other party speechless.
(End of this chapter)