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Chapter 809 [251.] Bad People and Evil People
Another fate line

【past】

"..."

The Imperial Guard [Valdo] remained silent. He stood behind the [Emperor]. Just now, [Lorgar] had hurried away. The Primarch's face was covered with tears, but his eyes were full of determination.

"future……"

The Emperor muttered to himself. There was no one beside him - the former Malcador had been killed by the Emperor himself after the Terra riot.

"Luo Jia..."

"Destiny is never absolute,"

[Emperor] blinked and stared at the vast Milky Way. Humans should be the overlords of the Milky Way.

"But I felt the absoluteness that the outsider spoke of...Will Lorgar be a new beginning?"

He chose to believe in [Lorja], his second son - this gentle and humble child.

[Lord of Mankind] was silent, the sunlight of the solar system shone on him. The sunlight was dazzling, but it did not bring warmth, but instead was freezing cold.

He could feel the violent force.

..........................................

Guilliman curled his lips slightly, but still maintained a polite smile.

In front of him, Mortarion was standing with a gloomy face. The first rebel removed all his weapons just to show his sincerity.

But Guilliman saw an unusual color in Mortarion's eyes.

That smell of the Warp.

After communicating with Lorgar, Guilliman is no longer the one who blindly ignores the existence of the warp.

The high efficiency of the Word Bearers made him feel that he could not ignore the huge increase in production efficiency brought by the subspace.

Guilliman smelled the scent of his own kind from Mortarion.

No... it's not quite the same... Although Guilliman "can't see it", he has a feeling that Mortarion may have gone much further than him. According to Mortarion's character, he has probably already embarked on a path from which he can never turn back.

[Where is your deputy Karas? He didn't come? I want to see this brave and resourceful Death Guard.]
[He was injured in the last battle. Thank you for your concern. I will tell Karas. I think he will be honored by your mention.]
There was no light in Mortarion's eyes. It was a lie, a complete lie.

The one who exists in the world now is no longer "Caras Typhon", but a being named "Typhons".

[Mortarion] knew that he was lying, and [Guilliman] also knew that he was lying. They were communicating inefficiently, but it was necessary for two monsters in human skin to imitate humans.

If they get straight to the point, they will all lose the human skin that they are so proud of - and become monsters that they don't want to show to others.

They knew very well that the people on the other side were immoral bastards, but they still pretended to be nice to them.

[I hope he can recover soon, and may the empire bless him.]
Guilliman bowed his head slightly in sorrow.

Mortarion said nothing, but just stared at Robert Guilliman. He knew that among his many brothers, only Robert had the chips and ambition to truly compete with the Emperor.

[Thank you for your kindness... I think he will recover soon, thanks to the Lord of Humanity's recent avoidance of war.]
Mortarion stared at Guilliman's face, trying to find something wrong, but he couldn't see anything - Guilliman was disguised too well.

[Mortarion] can only distinguish [Guilliman] by his intuition and the sense of smell of his so-called "kind".

They are people who are willing to sacrifice everything to achieve their ambitions.

Guilliman's expression remained calm, but he picked up his Macragge-patterned porcelain teacup and took a sip of tea.

[I just feel a little regretful. The Human Empire was only one step away from achieving complete victory, but our father suddenly changed his mind.]
Guilliman spoke calmly, the hot steam from the teacup blurring his face, making his originally handsome features look distorted.

[He pauses for a moment, distracted by something... Haven't you spoken to Lorgar about this, Guilliman? Lorgar had a lot to do with this - I thought this was a joint idea between you and Lorgar, but...]
[Motarion] stopped, picked up the tea and took a sip.

[This was not my idea; it was Lorgar's own.]
Guilliman said expressionlessly,

[I have tried to persuade Lorgar many times, but he was too weak - but there may be other reasons.]
Guilliman stopped here, waiting for Mortarion's sincerity.

[I think we can try to persuade Lorgar again—I have talked to Angron, and he readily agreed to my request. He will be here soon.]
The room became quiet again, with only the bright blue light flashing from the ceiling chandelier.

[Our father seems to have aged of late, and has been deceived by Lorgar into believing that continuing the Great Crusade will weaken him.]
Guilliman put on his standard smile again, but what he said caused a storm in Mortarion's heart -

Didn't he know that Guilliman already knew so much? Didn't Lorgar tell him all this?
Lorgar actually trusted Guilliman so much...

Mortarion felt a chill running up his spine. Lorgar sincerely trusted his brothers and was willing to share these things with Guilliman, but he did not understand Guilliman's true nature at all.

Guilliman is so good at disguising himself - most of the Primarchs have positive opinions of him.

Lorgar had no idea that Guilliman, who was patiently listening to his confusion and questions, was always ready to kill him or enslave him.

[weak?]
Mortarion repeated in a strange tone,
[Are you sure it's weakness?]
[Our father seemed to think that was a weakness - I am confused by this as well, there is nothing wrong with moving towards higher dimensions unless there are concerns we are not aware of.]
[Sheng Wei...]
Mortarion subconsciously clenched the teacup, but then loosened it again.

He looked at Guilliman calmly.

[Perhaps that means a complete death, and the person born from the corpse will not be the original person - Karas once told me the story of a butterfly emerging from its cocoon. Inside the chrysalis, the original caterpillar completely melts and turns into a pool of pus, while the originally insignificant part of it develops like a real egg until it grows into a real butterfly.]
[So this is what he's afraid of, right?]
Guilliman smiled with satisfaction, staring at Mortarion with his bright eyes. He certainly knew that Mortarion knew a lot.

Among the Primarchs, there are Angron of mind control, Curze of prophecy, and Lorgar of faith.

Only Magnus and Mortarion dabbled in true Warp and psionics.

But unfortunately, Magnus is a wise man in knowledge, but a fool in life.

Guilliman never talked much to Magnus. If he had too much contact with such a fool, he would only end up being tricked by him.

Then... a qualified psychic Primarch would naturally be [Mortarion].

[This is just speculation on my part.]
Mortarion took a step back and said, but he knew that it had already been done, Guilliman was obviously planning something, and he just needed to add fuel to the fire.

....................................

【Three months later】

[Ahahahaha, I'm late! Sorry! I'll drink a glass as punishment!]
Angron's hearty laughter broke in, and the armor-exposed gladiator picked up the tea on the table and drank it all in one gulp. Mortarion's right eyelid twitched uneasily. Angron drank from his cup.

Guilliman turned sideways and hurriedly ordered the Ultramarines to bring wine and tea. The Lord of Macragge moved a little further away from Angron without leaving a trace.

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[Angron] is extremely good at seeing through people's hearts and emotions, and no Primarch is willing to be seen through by him.

[how?]
Angron sat on the table without caring about his image, leaning back and staring at Guilliman.

Angron smiled.
[I smell a conspiracy——

Oh, my two good brothers, to be honest, only the auras you two exude fascinate me. One is so complex that it is chaotic, and the other is almost pure like a sapphire.]
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Guilliman kept a fake smile on his face, and Mortarion truly admired Guilliman for this, as he could maintain the necessary respect for a rotten man like Angron.

[Angron] and the World Eaters have never been respected legions in the Empire. The [Lord of Mankind] also ignored them more in the later period, and the size of the legion decreased rapidly.

But unlike other marginalized legions, the World Eaters were happy to see this happen. Under the leadership of their Primarch Angron, the World Eaters became the legion with the richest entertainment activities.

It is rumored that the Primarch Angron even had secret contacts with the Dark Eldar.

But this little secret was nothing compared to his two elder brothers who were now sitting and standing at the work table.

Angron's exposure to the ways of Slaanesh is nothing more than a small interest on the street corners compared to Guilliman and Mortari.

[So,]
[Angron] clapped his hands suddenly, not wanting to help others with Tai Chi.
[What do you want from Lorgar?!]
[Lorgar] actually has a very good relationship with [Angron]. Although the pink books that [Angron] usually reads are different from the religious books that [Lorgar] often reads, the two Primarchs unexpectedly became good friends.

Sometimes, Lorgar would ask Angron questions about the emotions and souls of people who believed in the Imperial Truth, and Angron would occasionally change his taste in his spare time and sit in Lorgar's debate hall.

When [Lorgar] pushed open the door of the church, he would see [Angron] sitting quietly on the bench in the debate hall with his eyes closed, and the sunlight was shining through the window carved with the truth of the empire.

For Luo Jia, this was an extremely gratifying scene, representing that his brother affirmed his beliefs and views.

Mortarion could not help but glance at Angron.

Angron and Guilliman were both friends that Lorgar considered trustworthy, but both of them decided to push Lorgar into the abyss.

Mortarion still remembered the time when he tried to persuade Angron to join them.

Angron interrupted Mortarion cleanly and neatly. The Primarch sneered, and although he still had the ugly look of a hangover on his face, the light in his eyes was unusually clear.

[You don’t need to tell me—I know, Guilliman, right? Okay, okay, I promise, I’ll go right away.]
The Emperor may have long wanted to eliminate the World Eaters, and Angron knew this very well, but due to his whitewashing, no one within the World Eaters had discovered this yet.

Whoever comes to power will be stronger than the Lord of Mankind to the World Devourers.

What's more...even if it fails in the end, it would just be a glorious death, which is better than being marginalized and gradually dying.

[Angron] also did not like the empire under the rule of the [Lord of Mankind]. There was so much suffering and pain everywhere, almost to the point where the Primarch could not bear it.

Mortarion's eyes opened sharply.
[Why can't it be me?]
Angron sneered twice and took two steps forward. Mortarion was nailed to the spot, watching Angron's fingertips slide across the black tears on his cheek.

In order to persuade Angron to betray the Emperor, Mortarion suppressed the urge to punch Angron.

[You will not allow me to see your past and memories - so I cannot pledge my loyalty to you, but Guilliman will do so, and this will be his guarantee to me.]
[However, if you are willing to let me peek into the past - then I will pledge my loyalty to you, Mortarion.]
[......]
Angron listened carefully, and he heard Mortarion's heavy breathing.

finally--

[I refuse.]/[Of course.]
Guilliman in front of Angron smiled, looking calm.
[If I want to replace the object, do I only need my past and memories?]
[You will then need to invade Lorgar's memory with your soul... This is more complicated. I have never tried this on the Primarch, but I think I can.]
Angron blinked and looked at Guilliman who agreed immediately.

Guilliman's soul was so pure, he saw a pure person, a soul pure without any impurities. What Guilliman thought and did was extremely simple.

He just wanted to win the game, to be a pure success.

As for what he regarded as a game... no one knew.

[And, my great Lord Guilliman,]
Angron bowed dramatically to Guilliman.

[Angron and the World Eaters are sincere here. We hope you can keep us in your future plans. As long as you have a little bit of resources in your vast empire, we will continue to provide you with the services you want.]
Mortarion turned around, deciding not to look at the look on Guilliman's face as he reached a cooperation with Angron.

Angron's explanation for betraying Lorgar was also very simple.

[I just replaced a in his mind with b, but the happiness and pain he got were the same, and his ideas were still his own. How can this be called betrayal?]
(End of this chapter)