Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 1191 Rescue
The Fantasy Dream and the Lord of Flame were docked in the Alien Empire's capital star system, and all legions' fleets were surrounding the world shrouded in a black veil.

The offensive against other star systems of the Alien Empire has completely stopped. Of course, now that the entire alien race has been wiped out, there is no need to attack anything anymore, so the Primarchs are now focusing on preparing for things that they think are more important.

"Magnus." Horus opened his arms and allowed the Terravat to put on the Terminator armor for him. "You will be the main force after we go down. Get ready."

Magnus leaned on his scepter and nodded very seriously.

All the other Primarchs were also present.

All Legions were as prepared as their Gene-Fathers.

Various tests have shown that although the black curtain looks very strange, it is now thinning and there are no particularly bad consequences to penetrating it.

The original alien empire capital world wrapped in the black curtain is now very chaotic under the analysis of the transmission device and difficult to measure with any scientific means, so transmission cannot be used. Everyone can only use the backup method, that is, the airdrop capsule.

When Horus put on his armor and prepared to lead the airdrop operation himself, heavy footsteps were heard from the entrance of the bridge.

Everyone looked towards the bridge entrance.

Several warriors wearing golden armor and holding large shields and halberds were the first to enter the bridge. Behind them, a man in golden armor who was even more sturdy and taller than these most sophisticated genetically engineered creations walked slowly, surrounded by a crowd of people.

The senior leaders of each legion in the bridge all made way and lowered their heads.

The Custodes walked past the Astartes, heads held high, ignoring their presence.

Even after arriving before the Primarch, the Guards still held their heads high, looking at the Emperor's most outstanding masterpieces as if they were mortals.

The Imperial Guards may seem a bit arrogant, but this is not actually arrogance, but rather a perfect physical posture that extends from their perfect features, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Father." Lorgar knelt on one knee and bowed his head to greet the emperor who was surrounded by the imperial guards.

Some of the Primarchs also knelt on one knee, while others stood and stared at their creators.

The emperor frowned.

He looked at the Primarchs who knelt on one knee before him and felt as if they were strangers. This etiquette made him feel very distant from them.

The Emperor looked back at the standing Primarch.

Some people looked at him coldly, some looked at him indifferently, and some looked at him with fear and respect. These were the looks he didn't want to see.

Normally Sanguinius would keep his wings extended for comfort, but the moment he laid eyes on the Emperor, he folded his wings to their limit.

"Why are you all gathered here?" The Emperor asked coldly, "Do you all think that your mission in this war is just to join in the fun?"

"About ten minutes ago, we encountered an extremely powerful enemy." Horus spoke first. "When I checked the vague information about the enemy seven minutes ago and found that it was just a single soldier not as big as a transport plane, the powerful enemy had already engaged the Lord of Flame."

Perturabo replied, "We are going down to support the Lord of Flame."

After listening to the two Primarchs' words, the Emperor looked at Horus.

And both Perturabo and Horus felt their father's eyes on them.

"If someone hadn't walked in with a bunch of corn heads like a catwalk, we would have been airdropped by now." Angron said with a smile. The Emperor looked at Angron and asked coldly: "Go down to die?"

“Whether it’s seeking death or not,” Angron raised his head, “just stop chatting here.”

The Emperor stared at Angron.

Angron is emotional, and because he can feel far more emotions than others, he can be particularly impulsive at times.

The Emperor knew this, and he looked away from Angron, but he did not blame him.

What the Emperor was thinking at this time was that if he allowed the Primarchs to lead the legions into battle, it was hard to say how the Primarchs would fare, but the Astartes would be 100% dead anyway.

The Thunder Warriors who came from other places to support the Primarchs could all feel how terrible it was below, so they refused to follow Horus' orders, but the Astartes didn't know whether they couldn't feel how dangerous it was in the veil, or they were too loyal, and they actually dared to prepare for the next airdrop.

Therefore, the Primarchs and the Astartes Legion must not be allowed to provide support.

"Those are the C'tan," the Emperor said after a brief silence. "You know they exist, but you have never faced them, so you foolishly think that if you help the Lord of Flame, things will get better."

The Emperor turned and glanced at the legion commanders and chapter masters present.

"But what's more likely is that once you go down there, you will have no effect other than adding tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of casualties."

The Emperor looked at the Primarchs again and added: "Including you, of course."

"Don't beat around the bush!" Angron interrupted the Emperor impatiently. He was overwhelmed by the anxiety of his brothers. "If you think it's more appropriate for you to go down, then go down quickly and stop wasting your time!"

The Emperor remained calm and said, "If I don't know how to fight, how can I come here from Terra? What I said is education, the education you should receive."

After the sermon, the Emperor looked at Horus, then signaled Valdor and the Guards to stay on the ship, and he turned around and walked out.

His figure became fainter and fainter until he finally disappeared in the bridge.

The Emperor found that his psychic energy could not penetrate the black veil under normal circumstances.

The Emperor, who had fought against the Void Dragon, speculated that it was the power of an unknown Star God. No matter how the power of the Star God would distort reality, those powers were material.

It is also easy to dispel the curtain.

Considering that this galaxy is far away from the Eye of Terror and the nearby Warp rifts, it would be enough to open a small rift in the galaxy. The Warp energy that the Star God cannot understand will flow into the galaxy and weaken everything related to matter.

But this is no different from chopping off one's head when choking on food, and then reaching into one's neck to remove the stuck food. This suicidal way of dealing with problems is a stupid behavior occasionally performed by demons or gods in the subspace whose behavior is influenced by the sea of ​​extreme emotions rather than controlled by the brain.

Fortunately, Qin Mo did have something related to psychic power in his hands.

The Emperor saw a large black blur in his psychic vision, but there was a golden light in the black blur. He stretched out his hand and used the psychic energy attached to the spear.

Passing through the warp in an instant.

(End of this chapter)