Emperor's Daughter of the Red Sands

Chapter 1 Prologue
【Blood…】

It was the whisper of perdition from the high heavens.

He longs for everything composed of strong emotions, he longs for all heroism and anger, and all his eyes are seas of blood and skulls.

Blood God, Khorne, and the supreme power above the brass throne are sending out the curtain of the warp with thunderous murmurs, like tarsal maggots clinging to the baby that he has been watching for a long time.

The cabin made of unknown advanced technology is being engulfed by the energy storm of the subspace, and the hot and cold waves of the soul are almost penetrating into the sturdy hatch made of fine gold, mixed with the frightening breath of countless thick blood plasma. Attempt to penetrate into it.

The angry roar constantly echoed in the subspace, mixed with the smell of evil and brimstone, which undoubtedly symbolized the possessive desire of the Lord of Skulls for the baby inside, and it was also the 'fire' stolen by the Lord of Humans - representing bravery and fanaticism , the noble heart that can link the hearts of all warriors.

The past theft has yielded rich fruits, and the 21 "primarchs" cast by the Lord of Humanity will also become treasures coveted by the warp powers.Among them, there are many heirs who can make the corrupt father feel love and affection, there are also fierce generals who are happy for the Lord of Skulls, there are also variables that make the Lord of Changes lament, and there is also the joy of the happy prince at the end of his indulgence.

In order to store the 'trophies' that will belong to them in the palm of their hands, it is also to counteract the huge power that has been ruled by the emperor in the distant future.At the end of the confrontation with the Lord of Humanity, the great powers from the warp brought the storm of the warp to the emperor's secret laboratory hidden under Terra with the help of a small mortal.

21 babies were involved in the turbulent current of the sea of ​​souls, scattered into the starry sky, or in prosperous or barren worlds.

However, all plans have variables.

Or maybe it's just that the Lord of Change, who weaves his web of intrigue, never changes his nature.

When the storm from the subspace swept across, the humble soul from another world was entangled and fused with the baby who hosted the anger and courage-bringing the primarch with extraordinary knowledge and cowardly intelligence that did not conform to nature, but...even if the soul Changed in this chaos, the essence of the Primarch imprinted in the subspace may sooner or later give this humble soul the same transformation on the destiny history.

The angry roar immediately swept through the subspace with a tsunami of souls covering the sky and covering the sun. Countless trembling psykers were burnt out by the rage of destructive power, and even the great demons of Khorne were shocked by the thunderous wrath of the blood god. .

Yes, this is undoubtedly taking food from the tiger's mouth-the Lord of Change has poked scales and feathers on the prey that should belong to the Lord of Skull.

Even in the chaos of the warp, this is an extremely rare event.Even the human lord, who had already moved his eyes away, looked slightly sideways. Perhaps in his still human nature, he would still be a little surprised by the variables in the plan.

As a result, Supreme Sky's terrifying gaze focused on the cabin that hadn't completely escaped from the subspace.

The Father of Corruption showed some mercy to the humble and pitiful soul, almost washed of its ego by the mighty waves of the Most High.

The Lord of the Skull showed endless anger at this soul that lacked courage and showed endless horror for coming to this dark universe.

The Prince of Pleasure gave the body of Pleasure to this trembling and frightened soul, imagining the torment and torment of the future all the time.

The Lord of Change uttered blasphemous whispers to this lowly yet noble soul with distorted and forbidden knowledge in its sea of ​​thinking.

Even the Primarch, who was so strong and strong enough to strangle a mighty warrior when he was a baby, was still gradually cast by the blasphemous power of the warp in this torrent of souls, and they easily invaded and plundered With the knowledge from the brain of another soul, the depravity and rich emotions contained in it are even more surprising.

Until the cold and dazzling golden light completely dispelled the aura exuding depravity and about to become a servant of the gods.

He watched everything indifferently, and at the most critical moment, he took a moment from his endless busyness to solve the corruption that his descendants had ushered in too early-perhaps the price of this moment would be hundreds of years. Time made up for it, even though he had discussed with the Handprinter the doomed and inevitable collapse of the future... but he could not watch a servant of Chaos about to be born from his children.

Even if the existence cast by chaos will be divided into "the other side", even if that will bring endless blasphemy and killing to the future of the collapse.

At least, his remaining humanity will not allow him to ignore a heir who is still useful for the time being.

The scorching spiritual power of the Lord of Humanity, which was enough to ignite the lighthouse in the starry sky, dispelled the blasphemous purple mist that lingered around [NO. Turned into a baby girl—but, that strength and bravery never diminished, and the artwork carved by the Lord of Humanity himself was not substantially destroyed, but was modified by the power from the warp Form and soul.

The Emperor didn't care what the implications were, for he could still recognize the baby girl's gentle Warp essence at a glance.

【that's enough. 】

He didn't feel any regret or joy.For some tools and currencies, the Lord of Humanity really needs to cherish and use them—but he never hesitates to use certain tools and currencies that can be used for consumption.

Even if it will be the only daughter among his 21 offspring, even if it will be a natural leader who links the hearts of warriors, shares fear, and shares courage.

The gene seed from NO.12 has already established several Dalian warriors, all he needs is this 'tool' sharp enough for the upcoming Great Crusade.

Evil and contented laughter echoed in the subspace. Even though the intervention of the Lord of Humanity changed the game slightly, the four gods seemed to have completed their satisfactory layout—there is no future in the hazy subspace curtain With the concept of the past, they know the beginning and the end of the story from beginning to end.

The emperor's eyes met those of the handprinters beside him, and they did not express any emotion.They have anticipated the future direction, and their only enemy is time.

They still continued the work and busyness at hand in silence, as if the strange change just now had never happened.

Because their eyes have already crossed the curtain of reality and the sea of ​​souls to see everything.

In that rotten and dark future, the war that spreads across the galaxy is still going on-several corrupt and corrupt figures never leave the game, and the currency called human is still being consumed at the speed of Ganges sands.

This is far from the end, and this is not even the beginning of the end.This is just the end of the beginning.

From the beginning to the end, the emperor of mankind drove his "Imperial Dream", standing alone on this dilapidated giant battleship.

For tens of thousands of years, it has never changed.

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(End of this chapter)