[Emperor]
The Lord of Mankind never sleeps.
The low, pious voices of the crowd rang in the ears, and the letters were like golden threads, wrapping around the figure on the throne, weaving a cloak, and shaping shackles.
He just said it was normal.
The day might start with a visit from Hades. The Emperor lowered his eyes and silently watched the King of Hell pretending to be strong and his legs were as fast as the wind.
Oh.
He is still one step ahead.
Hades left with a clear conscience, and the Lord of Mankind closed his eyes again, throwing away some of the messy beliefs that had accumulated during the day. Pluto lived in the palace and no longer needed his token.
The escape of the chaotic faith made the Lord of Humanity feel weak, but he remained calm as he held the golden throne with his hands loosely. His own light had long been dimmed and was inferior to that of the Astronomican. The Emperor was simply using the light of the Astronomican to "decorate" himself.
The fox is taking advantage of the tiger's might.
He was silent for a moment, waiting for his power to stabilize. In the Warp, the Eternal Sun emitted light, shining upon everyone. The Emperor heard Fenus' greeting to him.
+Good morning, my father, the first 24 hours have been running normally. +
The iron man of the past had long since transformed into something even more invisible and untouchable. The emperor nodded slightly and greeted his offspring.
Finus no longer paid attention to him, and the Lord of Nirvana continued to immerse himself in the vast data. Through repeated calculations and decisions, Finus will grow again.
Thinking of this, the Lord of Mankind was grateful for the relief that was better than nothing. He then turned his gaze to Magnus who was near the Grey Knights.
He needed to make sure Magnus wasn't doing anything stupid... or maybe... he just wanted to check on him.
The Crimson Primarch was still resting, unaware of the Lord of Mankind's gaze, and when he saw that Magnus was fine, the Lord of Mankind withdrew his gaze.
He rested for a while again, or rather, was tortured for a while. There was no difference between the two to him, it was just normal.
Then the Emperor heard the howling of wolves in the Warp, and without hesitation, the Lord of Mankind bestowed the remaining power upon his Fifth and Sixth Sons.
The Warp connection of the Primarchs was gone.
For a moment, the Lord of Mankind might find the Khan and the Wolf King lovable. At least there were still Primarchs who obeyed him... even if one of them might be a little reluctant.
But this is enough to make the Lord of Humanity feel gratified.
The Emperor once again attempted to contact the other Primarchs psychically - something he did every day.
The ending remains the same.
The lion is lost, as if in a deep forest; the breath of the phoenix has long since dissipated; ... perhaps it is time for Dorne to come; the eagle and the wolf fight in the chaotic river of trickery;
Dorn is still sleeping... What makes the Lord of Humanity unhappy is that Dorn is still shrouded in a faint greenskin psychic energy... There is also Mortarion's mistake here... The Primarch simply refused to die, but did not bring about a new life...
The Lord of Mankind was silent for a moment. Death should not have snatched the Primarch's life from his hands in the first place - Dorn's soul could have returned to the Emperor instead of being trapped in his body.
But apparently, Dorn himself refuses to die... whatever.
Bats... Although Malcador made the Lord of Humanity sad, he hoped that Malcador could educate the bats well. In fact, he never regretted his decision.
The next one was the Archangel. The Emperor was silent for a moment. He carefully withdrew his psychic summons. The similar psychic powers of the Father and the Son were sometimes not a good thing... This was a special attack on him. Therefore, the Emperor also gave up Angron.
Guilliman, Mortarion and Corax rejected the Emperor's psychic call, with Mortarion giving him the finger.
The Lord of Mankind naturally ignored the Pale Lord, and incidentally he felt the Blood God's gaze towards Terra for a moment, and the Emperor conveniently let the gaze of Khorne burn.
The Blood Lord withdrew his gaze.
Lorgar was still sleeping, and Vulkan had his own mission in the Webway... The unfavored younger son was immersed in true and false lies. The Lord of Mankind felt a moment of emptiness. After getting rid of the shackles of divinity, he would feel sad from time to time.
He once again looked in vain towards Malcador's position. The Lord of Mankind saw the burning alien galaxy. In his moment of confusion, the emperor took the opportunity to steal the throne and stole the heroic soul that originally belonged to him.
The Lord of Mankind felt sad, as his last friend chose to leave... But it didn't matter, the Emperor looked towards his own river... where the former moon was sleeping quietly.
Even though Chaos once obscured it, his wolf shepherd god.
He still saved his sixteenth son.
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Mortarion
Mortarion looked calmly at the stick figures on the coffin wall.
The ugly quilt in the black coffin was still the source of his suffering, and the original body's private coffin was destined to have been opened by someone, otherwise the words "Get up and work overtime, my good moth" and stupid sticky drawings would not appear on the top wall of his coffin.
Mortarion naturally ignored some of the strange homophones, which were much lighter than the scolding Karas gave him.
The Primarch was silent for a moment. Even though there was a painful existence in this coffin, he was still unwilling to leave this place. This was an isolated island - it could seal everything for him. If he opened this black coffin, endless suffering would begin.
This rare opportunity made the Pale Lord struggle for a moment, and finally, a sense of responsibility and great tenacity made him reach out his hand and slowly open the coffin a little.
The Primarch was the first to receive death, endless death. His senses immediately became full, and power climbed up from the corners of his body. He had no way to reject them.
Then Mortarion received a faint death intention from Kharas, but the Primarch automatically ignored it and raised his middle finger to the Lord of Mankind as if he was hitting his head with a blind stick.
A wisp of white mist came through the gap, and the black coffin closed, as if nothing had happened.
A minute later, Hades arrived and knocked three times on the empty coffin.
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[Koz]
Conrad looked drunk and burped, blood spurting out of his mouth. The dark Eldar soaked in the emperor's medicine was delicious enough.
[Which game is next?]
The Primarch, who was slumped on the luxurious sofa, scratched his messy hair. All around him, countless squirming Dark Eldar were making sounds, some panting, some screaming, they were taking pleasure in the flesh and blood of their own kind. A naked Dark Eldar stood up staggeringly and uttered a loud prophecy.
The screams of the other slaves drowned out her words. The commanders of the conspiracy were still quite sensible. They would not really take the lives of their opponents, but the same could not be said for the other minions.
The Primarch glanced at the arena outside the window. Newly captured Ark Eldar, Savage Eldar, and the Imperial army were fighting each other in the arena. The alien expedition initiated by Malcador provided enough fresh slaves for this sinful city. The Emperor deliberately left targets for the Dark Eldar to capture and enjoy, and the Dark Eldar loved this.
The Emperor even promised to make the Dark Eldar the true masters of the Eldar, so many Dark Eldar joined in the carnival of hunting their own kind.
The Comoros were in a frenzy.
[It's all the same!] Koz roared loudly, [The sinful killing for who knows how many times, start! Start! Let your souls fall into pure sin!]
Then accept the final judgment!
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[Fugen]
The Primarch has adapted well now.
He was now holding a cup of tea and talking to the Muggle boy opposite him. The greenskin's questions were still rough, but there was amazing wisdom in some details.
This made Fulgrim even dare not to proceed rashly. The Primarch realized that the greenskins of the Underworld Clan had some regression to their ancestors, but the Emperor obviously thought that this regression was nothing to be afraid of.
That's why He sent Fulgrim - insignificant, ignored, unable to change or something.
"The Blood God gains strength through war, and prefers close combat and battles of honor," said the Mag Boy, "so we need to be cunning and fight as unequally as possible, right?"
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[Leon]
The lion raised his hand, and the ravens cried on his arms. The First Legion remained loyal, and Luther was an excellent conspirator. A slight smile appeared on the face under the hood of the Lion King, and he was very happy that the plan went smoothly.
He raised his eyes, the continuous rain in Comoros dripped on his face, and Koze's encirclement was tightening. It was obvious that the emperor could not wait any longer. He needed to catch the lion before Comoros was completely destroyed so as to get what he wanted.
The emperor would never get his wish.
Swear loyalty and honor.
He is here, he is there, and the emperor cannot reverse the fact that he has failed.
The raven's feathers disappeared, and the lion's face became stern again. He turned and returned to his sanctuary. He was almost done. The genes that were polluted on Caliban would be restored again.
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Guilliman
[I will regroup my troops.]
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[Malcador? ￥#@￥%5Emperor]
Conquer! Plunder! Invade!!!
You will never be able to stand the sleep of aliens! Their breathing and heartbeat are the greatest mockery of you!
destroy!
Kingdoms are overthrown under your scepter, their kings are pressed on the guillotine, their people are tied with pig collars! Use swords and guns to poke open their doors, and plant your flag on the virgin land - admit it! You are keen on this simple coloring game, using your own chess pieces and the blood of your enemies to roughly paint your colors one by one! You are a king, you are a tyrant, you are a dictator, you are above millions of people - you are an emperor.
You wave your scepter, and listen! The jewels on your scepter make a sweet sound, and the trophies of foreign heads rustle around your waist. Standing on the land that belongs to you, millions of beheaded bodies kneel down and hand over power to you.
You feel an indescribable satisfaction, you were born for this - you were born to be a king, if that person hadn't existed, you would have stepped up to revive and save it all - but He failed, and it's not too late now!
Extreme violence brings submission, land, victory, and power. Look—the king can paint his own territory with as much color as he wants. He will paint the background of human revival with his own hands! Let chaos submit and let hope live forever!
The true heroes of the human race bow to you, and you feel joy, but that satisfaction is fleeting. You know what you need, you need complete submission, and you cannot be satisfied with this, and you will never stop.
People who are indecisive and hesitant will never agree with you!
The curtain of the physical world rustles, like a warning of danger before being torn apart. You feel yourself growing taller, becoming more surging, more hazy, and more abstract. A leaping light golden river flows into the distance, with polluted colorful lights dancing on it. They soak into the land of aliens, hunting their beliefs and drawing their blood.
At this moment, you have indeed forgotten too many sorrows.
One by one, world after world of the Eldar fell.
Let those who hide in Terra and review documents entertain themselves!
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[Callas]
The undead Karas took a deep breath.
There was an expression of deep fatigue on his face, and Karas had already written the words "want to die" on his face, but Mortarion, who was standing next to him, refuted this request again.
Karas coughed twice. The accumulation of ten thousand years was enough for him to roll his eyes and give the middle finger to anyone. Even the Primarch could not make him respect him at all.
"I don't understand—"
Callas picked up the end of his words in a strange voice.
"Why are you in such a hurry to bring me back to the Storm Star Region? I hope you are not acting on impulse, otherwise I -" Karas showed a mocking expression, "- I still have to listen to you."
[…]
Death was silent for a moment, and Mortarion looked at Karas with hazy eyes and blinked.
Karas hoped the Primarch would be a little apologetic.
[I hope you will come with me to see the Void Dragon. ]
The Primarch said, [I am thinking... maybe we can give the Void Dragon to him... but maybe I should talk to him again...]
Mortarion was silent for a moment, then he looked towards Karas.
[How do Star Gods eat? ]
Karas was silent. For a moment he felt like shooting Mortarion in the face, but he held back.
"I have no idea."
He said honestly, "Why don't you ask him yourself?"
[…]
The Primarch was silent again.
[A psychic asks him how he eats?]
They both fell silent.
Then, Karas sneered.
"So you plan to wait for him to tell you himself? Or think of a way yourself - I don't think there's any need to worry. Haven't you seen his schedule? After the Dark Moon, he is ready to go dig up the graves of the Necrons with his appointed gravedigger. I guarantee on my reputation that the idiot will definitely have an epiphany in front of the Necrons' graves."
The Primarch looked at Karas silently,
[Why are you so sure?]
Callas clapped his hands.
"Intuition and experience," he said calmly. "Didn't you notice in the Death Guard records that every time he encountered the Necrons, he would vaguely discover the less human part of himself?"
"That guy who loves to be in the spotlight," Karas said, "If he fights a physical enemy... he will inevitably use the Star God part."
[… You are right.]
Death said, he picked up Karas, and Karas skillfully stayed in Death's hands like a pendant, then the mist rose and they descended into the underground cave of Mint.
Death glanced at Karas, [So... you checked all his past itineraries?]
"Boring and idle."
Karas ended the topic that made him want to vomit. He looked up at the silver-glittering moving mazes. Karas' intuition saved him, and the psychic directly blinded him with his psychic power.
The maze that imprisons the dragon is crazy and absurd. Rules no longer exist. There is no clear boundary between straight lines and arcs. Angles are biting each other and everything becomes chaotic.
"Sometimes I really don't understand," he said, "How free did you have to go to so much trouble to move the Void Dragon here?"
[This is a necessary precaution,] the god of death said, [Maybe I can choose not to do this, but if it is not him who returns... this is absolutely necessary.]
"I am not the Lord of Men, and I have never been as arrogant as he is," Mortarion said, watching the living metal move. "I try not to risk everything, and I try not to trust others completely... It is painful, but it is necessary."
Karas laughed.
“Oh my god, is this what you call [not trusting others completely]?”
Mortarion was silent for a moment.
[You are different, I am sure of your loyalty.]
"I am unfaithful," said Karas. "Let me go back and I will die."
[turn down.]
(End of this chapter)