My beloved Warmaster,
[He will come to you.]
You remain silent as the twins kneel before you in respect, their blue armor thumping softly against the gleaming deck of the Spirit of Vengeance.
You sit on your throne, silent. You should stand up and help them up to show the brotherhood between you - although you are the warmaster, you are still their big brother.
And it's not that that makes your mouth dry, it's -
It turns out that your youngest brother is actually a twin
The Alpha Legion is a ghost legion, each of them looks a lot like your brother Alpha, but you are sure you can tell the difference between a Primarch and a warrior, and the difference is even more obvious when a Primarch stands next to a legionary.
There is a world of difference between a Space Marine and a Primarch.
But at this moment, ridiculously, you can confirm that the twins now kneeling before you, who are similar but have begun to differ, are both the originals.
Your gaze slowly moves to your hands, and you seem to see through layers of armor to see the two rings on your hands. One of them has been broken, and some black material has glued it back together.
You're not still dreaming, are you
You think in amazement, after all, this matter is really ridiculous, two Alphas, you have two younger brothers, which is like having two Sanguinius, but there can only be one Sanguinius.
…
Two angels is also fine.
You thought with amusement, but then you realized that the wound on your back where Sanguinius pierced you was aching slightly, and you couldn't stand the betrayal of two archangels.
So you choose to bypass the archangel on the road of thought and walk back to reality.
You frowned slightly again and scanned among them with your eyes. You knew that this would not offend them. This wisdom showed your majesty.
In a trance, you feel a familiar aura from one of the twins. You have seen him before.
[I am Omega.]
The person you were looking at spoke, and he gave you a sly smile.
You speak,
[You were the one who met me under the name of Alpha? ]
[Yes.]
Omega said, but you felt that this answer was not true.
The man who calls himself Omega is kneeling on your right side facing you, with scarlet blood stains on the right side of his face.
On the left, there is another person who has not yet called himself that, he looks at you with a face exactly like Omega's, but the left side of his face is covered with slimy green scars.
This allows you to distinguish between the two of them very well.
This is also proof that they have stepped into the highest heaven.
You think that you regret that it was not you who stepped into the highest heaven. You were trapped at that time, trapped by friendship, affection, those illusory things. You were badly hurt, but you were still alive.
[You went to Moro? ]
You know where the twins went, of course you know, you are the Warmaster, you are his favorite child, you are also the wolf shepherd who has obtained the wisdom of the Spear of Dionysus,
You already understand everything.
Moloch, the planet from which your great father came to obtain fire, from which he made a bargain with the ancient gods of the Most High, long before the Great Crusade.
Using the eternal prosperity of the Supreme Heaven as a bargaining chip, the Lord of Mankind obtained the fire for making the Primarch.
But now, the subspace is not stable.
You feel unhappy, and you are deeply aware that your father has been deceived and fooled. He is addicted to the momentary glory brought to him by the Forsaken of God. He is overdrawing the future of mankind like a gambler. He needs to realize that he is wrong in this regard.
He was wrong.
No matter how many times you touch upon this thought, it sends a tingling shudder through you, the idea that the perfect father could be wrong.
You think, why would he let you be the Warmaster? This is his first mistake. He shouldn't have chosen you. Even if you kneeled down and cried and begged him, he shouldn't have chosen you. Of course, you love him, and he loves you too, but it shouldn't be you. Warmaster needs responsibility and ability. In your opinion, Sanguinius is very good. He has courage and strategy. When necessary, he is much more cold-blooded than you who hesitate. No matter how you look at it, Sanguinius should be his favorite, not you.
But then you think of the broken expression on Sanguinius' face when he was under too much pressure.
Maybe it shouldn't be Sanguinius. You figured out that your father would probably think the same way. He couldn't bear to see the perfect thing broken. Then, the Lion King is also a good candidate.
Even though his ability and reputation are lacking, the Knight King is very good at dealing with high-pressure environments, and Leon himself is willing to be the leading warlord. You see, the best proof is that Leon himself became the second warlord under Sanguinius, right
When you think of this, you burst out laughing again.
You can't stop laughing, your laughter is as loud as a bell, it is the most powerful sign of your health. Your children are too worried about your health, but you know that the least important thing now is you.
You almost laughed to tears, your thoughts coming out of your increasingly tangled maze, but you knew that you were so magnanimous that you simply put all these things at the bottom of your priority list - "Teach the lion a lesson", this line of small words was written at the bottom of your plan, right next to "Kill Mortarion".
After you have destroyed the Forsaken of God that caused chaos in the Warp, and after your rejoicing father has rekindled the Star Torch after the monster's death, you must go to Terra as a victor, but you must first be careful to avoid those lackeys of the Second Empire. The eldest son who has come to save the emperor has arrived, but first you must not arouse the vigilance of those traitors.
You want to cry again. You know why he is right. It can only be you, only you who would think of running back to him at a moment like this instead of greedily tearing his empire apart.
He is right.
The twins looked at you and you stopped yourself from laughing, looking at them kindly, using body language to indicate that they were telling you about their trip to Morro, which you were very interested in.
No, you don't care about it, because you already know it all. Moro is a stable portal to the Warp in the real world, but there is more than one way to the Warp.
Omega spoke, and you could tell that he was in awe of you in his tone;
[Yes, Moro.]
He said, smiling.
[In order to personally find out what the Lord of Humanity is thinking, what he really wants, and what humanity really needs us to do. ]
[Serving the emperor is like serving a tiger. If we don't figure out what he wants, Hydra will never be able to continue its operations.]
You can't help but want to laugh again. The only person who knows his intention is you, not his youngest brother.
What did you see there
You asked with fake curiosity, straightening your relaxed back and leaning forward slightly.
The Alpha and Omega both raised their eyes to look at you at the same time, they looked at you happily, as if they already knew and practiced the truth of the world.
[The true path for mankind’s future,]
They said in unison, as if they had made a great decision about their choice, "Excuse me, but your younger brothers look like the type who would be spies in the enemy army."
[This is why we are here, under your command, great Warmaster.]
You laugh.
[I know,]
You said, [Anyone who is right will come to me. ]
But you should personally impose sanctions on anyone who is wrong and does not support you.
Above Cadia, the shadowy fleet pointed toward the group led by Corax.
No! Yeah!
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