Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 1161 The Emperor’s Thoughts

"Watch this! Luo Bao!"

"It's not fair! Horus! Sanguinius can fly in the sky like a fucking bomber!"

"Don't swear! Ryan, remember how I taught you to be polite and gentle."

"..."

The Primarchs were still engaged in a snowball fight, with Sanguinius flying around in the air, like the Lion said, a bomber.

This idea was obviously proposed by Guilliman. After proposing that Sanguinius, who was on the same team, be transformed into a snowball bomber, Guilliman began to make snowballs for Sanguinius desperately.

Every time he circled in the air, Sanguinius would swoop down and take a pile of snowballs from Guilliman's arms, then simulate the sound of a bomber's roar with his mouth and bombard Lion's team.

However, Llane was the leader of Sanguinius' team before, but Sanguinius was already excited. When Llane thought that Sanguinius had sided with Horus, Horus' side was also bombarded by Sanguinius.

The little primarchs were still happy.

Qin Mo was still on the edge of the cliff helping Perturabo realize his fantastic construction ideas.

When all this was peaceful and harmonious, the Emperor stood at the door of the laboratory, squinting his eyes, quietly observing the little Primarchs.

"If you wish, you may go over there, and even take part in that great battle." Malcador walked up to the Emperor, leaning on his scepter.

Valdor, who had just helped the Emperor block a snowball, bowed slightly to Malcador.

"I don't want to." The Emperor shook his head, "I can't."

Malcador frowned slightly, but listened as the Emperor continued his heart-to-heart explanation.

"I told this ally of ours a few days ago."

"He will be a good elder in the memory of the Primarchs, and I will be a cold nominal father."

"I will leave the Primarchs with a cold and majestic impression, so that they can obey me honestly without any emotion in the future. You know, if I don't smile at them too much, they won't think I am a person who is easy to negotiate with."

"In this way, even if I have to issue some cruel orders in the future, the Primarchs will think that this is my nature and they will not be disappointed in me."

The emperor's golden pupils blinked.

"They may hate me, but that's okay, they will obey me and then seek comfort from people who they think are good people, and then they will learn that they have to obey me."

“Without expectations, there will be no disappointment.”

After hearing the Emperor's heartfelt words, Malcador looked troubled.

The youngest Eternal, who had persuaded the Emperor to come out of seclusion, was silent for a moment, but he could not help but say, "You always think that you are doing good things for others and do not care what others think. Perhaps the Lord of Flame is right. If you are more honest, the situation will be more optimistic."

The golden pupils moved from the Primarchs to Malcador's face.

"It is human nature to place trust in others easily and to take chances," said the Emperor. "You have changed, Malcador, since an ally joined our cause."

Waldo listened to the conversation a little nervously.

Malcador probably knew what the Emperor thought had changed in him.

Probably leaning towards the Lord of Flame, behaving like one.

"I will carry out your will." Malcador shook his head slightly. "You are the one who wants to maintain this alliance, so I have to cater to the Lord of Flame. You are not good at expressing yourself, and you always cause others to misunderstand you. I have to be the one who expresses yourself and is friendly. If you are unwilling to maintain this alliance, I will immediately treat the Lord of Flame the same way I treat others. I will not even admit that one of his words makes sense."

The Emperor withdrew his gaze and continued to watch the Primarchs playing. He wanted to tell Malcador that he was overthinking, and that he just really felt that his old friend had changed, not that he was blaming his position.

But from a certain perspective, Malcador is indeed a very competent helper. He will cater to what needs to be catered to for a purpose.

The Immortal.

Even for the youngest of the Eternals, Malcador was not naive.

After expressing his attitude, Malcador asked the Emperor again: "Do you have any grudges against the Lord of Flame? Do you think this cooperation and covenant is unsustainable? If so, please tell me and I will change my attitude immediately."

Hearing this question, the emperor did not rush to respond, but talked about other things.

"Before we disguised ourselves as doctors and went to our ally's ruined mountain city, I noticed him. He is a unique person. You know, unless someone like Or or the secret cult agent has something that can block my perception, no one can escape my perception."

"But I can't sense this ally of ours. I thought he was a powerful psyker. I'll go observe him."

"I saw him living with the wanderers, and my judgment of him during that time was that he was a human being who was strange to me, but also familiar to me from a long time ago."

The Emperor glanced back toward the laboratory.

"I later studied his genetic sequence, and you know this."

"But before that, when I was about to give up my observation and vigilance, when the Rangers were almost destroyed by a powerful enemy, I saw the man who I thought was undoubtedly an ordinary human being burn thousands of enemies with a fierce fire."

Hearing the Emperor's words, Malcador nodded.

As the Emperor slowly organized his next words, Malcador spoke first: "You see him as contradictory. He is undoubtedly a human, but he possesses the power of a C'tan, which puts you in a dilemma between trust and doubt."

"Yes. He is more like a human than us, but he possesses powers different from those of humans." The Emperor nodded. "My humanity tells me to trust him. Why should I doubt him? But my cold rationality tells me that I cannot rule out the possibility of any crisis, even if the probability seems to be getting smaller and smaller, so small that it seems like my rationality is worrying too much. Do you understand what I mean?"

Malcador nodded repeatedly. "I understand, I understand. This is actually the inevitable interpersonal communication between humans. Trust and suspicion coexist. No one can completely trust another person, even if you trust Erda, Or, or they trust you..."

The Emperor agreed. "Yes. As for whether the Covenant is unsustainable..."

Having said this, the Emperor looked at the lesser Primarchs.

Qin Mo called on the Primarchs that it was time to return to the dimensional space. His words were more powerful than those of Lady Aisha for most of the young Primarchs.

As he watched them gradually return to the dimensional space, Malcador understood what the Emperor wanted to express and nodded: "It seems that trust prevails."

"Yes, no matter from which angle you look at it, it is true." The Emperor said, "It is still what I thought at the beginning. Even if he is a Star God and does not show everything we have seen, even if the results of my research on his gene sequence show that he is a genuine Star God and he craves souls. It does not matter. I will help him hunt for the souls of aliens and inferior creatures for food. He is a Star God who can communicate, which is a condition for cooperation."

“Man needs the material conditions he can provide.”

"If Orr could provide such material conditions and ask me to confess, I would kneel before him without hesitation, pretend to confess, and then smear my snot and tears on his boots, just so that he could provide the necessary support."

The emperor had a calm expression, as if he was saying something that was a matter of course.

"I don't care what I have to pay. I'm already prepared. It's not that you persuade me, but I will stand up and guide mankind."

"I don't care what my fate is. My personal fate is nothing compared to the fate of the best race in the galaxy."

Having said this, the emperor turned around gently, still speaking.

"Besides, we don't even need to take a step back to look at this ally now."

"Don't ask similar questions again in the future."

(End of this chapter)