Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 1196 Difficult Change

"Our father was always so cruel."

The Primarchs sat on the cliff of Mount Kapo in the Himalayas, looking at the plains ahead, which were completely different from those a few years ago.

Giant buildings stand on it and reach into the clouds, with countless shuttles coming and going, going up and down.

That is the Imperial Law Department.

"He wouldn't even look at the man who raised his sons in his final moments."

Sanguinius complained.

The Primarchs were all silent, no one spoke, but this was not because Sanguinius was not recognized, but because everyone had recognized him to the point where they could no longer recognize him. Was there any need to say more about what the Emperor was like?

"Malcador is much the same," Horus said suddenly. "I don't know how my uncle is able to work with them."

The primarchs had just finished talking when Qin Mo landed on the cliff carrying an ice bucket full of drinks.

Qin Mo gave each Principal a bottle of drink and took the last bottle for himself. Looking at the expressions of the Principals, he could guess what they had just discussed.

"A person who is not good at expressing himself." Qin Mo floated to the outside of the cliff and looked at the Primarchs. "Your father has that kind of personality. If you try your best to change him, he can get better, but not much."

Hearing Qin Mo talking about their father, the Primarchs listened in silence.

"Objectively speaking, he cares about you very much. He knows what each of you likes. When I was building the cradle world for you, he put aside many things at hand and made a plan for how to build your baby room."

"Every time I come back from the cradle world, I will give your hair to your father, and then he will carefully test your physical health."

"He will also pretend to ask about each of you casually."

"To put it bluntly, he's just an older version of Perturabo."

"Perturabo cares about most of you, and he cares about Lady Aisha, but he won't say it. This character is definitely inherited from your father."

"Perturabo also cares about mortals. During the Great Crusade, he tried his best to avoid causing damage to mortals and the ancient buildings of certain worlds, but he didn't say it directly. He used cold means to cover it up."

As he spoke, Qin Mo looked at Perturabo who was standing silently behind his brothers.

"I only care about myself," Perturabo said coldly.

"Look." Qin Mo retracted his gaze, "That's it."

The Primarchs could not help but think of their fathers, and then they looked at Angron.

If anyone could see the hidden face of another's heart, it was Angron.

Angron shook his head. He was not gifted enough to sense the Emperor's emotions.

Although they did not obtain proof from Angron, the Primarchs still believed in everything Qin Mo said. This was a thinking habit they had developed since childhood.

"But I'm not trying to defend your father."

Qin Mo continued.

"If...if he could come to Sanguinius, or even tell him in a dream that I don't hate your wings, then Sanguinius wouldn't feel inferior because of his wings, and every psychological counseling that Lady Aisha and I have given Sanguinius about wings wouldn't be ineffective."

“He thinks everything but says nothing.”

"He is not a cold-blooded and cruel person, but his actions make him look like one." "This is not a defense, but an objective fact. As for the misunderstanding he suffered because of this, I can only say that it was self-inflicted."

After saying that, Qin Mo looked at the Primarchs.

The Primarchs had complicated expressions.

"Don't be that kind of person when it comes to communication." Qin Mo looked at Perturabo and said, "Don't do that."

Perturabo fell into deep thought. In his heart, he did not admit that his character was similar to that of his father, but in a secret corner of his heart, in a subconscious corner, he had to admit that his uncle was right.

He also wants to change, but change is not that easy.

Angron raised his hand. "Should we be considerate of our father, or..."

"It's enough for you to know what kind of person he is. It's up to you to understand him, forgive him, or do something else." Qin Mo said, "But I think a person should not ask others to understand him unilaterally unless he makes changes first."

Angron nodded. He felt the same way.

After talking about the Emperor, Qin Mo went on to discuss the Great Crusade with the Primarchs.

"I hope you will work together in the next expedition, just like when we went to war against the alien empire ruled by the Nightbringers." Qin Mo said, "You are brothers, you are connected by blood, there should not be any long-lasting conflicts and misunderstandings between you, you have to understand each other."

"We will." Horus stood up, nodded, and looked at all the Primarchs. "As my uncle said, we are brothers connected by blood. There is no conflict that cannot be resolved. Lady Elsa also taught us this. We should unite instead of tripping each other up."

Hearing this, Lorgar looked towards Perturabo.

Perturabo stared at Horus and nodded slightly: "I don't deny it."

Horus was not the elder brother of all the Primarchs, but he had the gift to unite and lead others.

Qin Mo looked at each Primarch.

If there was one Primarch he hadn't changed, it was Horus.

Horus has not changed at all. He is still bright and just. He is neither a cold-blooded and cruel commander nor a saint who is too kind to wield a sword.

"What will become of us and our warriors when the Great Crusade is over?" Guilliman suddenly asked.

"As an army, we defend humanity." Qin Mo replied, "The Great Expedition will not be the end of the journey."

Guilliman obviously did not want to hear such an answer. There was no expression on his face. Instead, he hesitated and stammered: "There is... a rumor in the Legion... Some people think... uh, some people think that our end is to be abandoned. Just as the Emperor showed that he hated Sanguinius' wings, he liked real humans."

Qin Mo became serious.

The conflict between the Astartes and mortals still exists.

As it should be.

When the Astartes fought on the front lines like Thunder Warriors, going deep into desperate situations that mortal soldiers could not penetrate, they had no say.

The difference is that since the Thunder Warriors are jointly owned by both sides of the Imperial Sky Eagle, they have a mortal to represent them in the parliament, while the Imperial Guards have Waldo attend directly as the maintainer of parliamentary order.

Contradictions exist objectively and cannot be ignored. They must be acknowledged and then resolved.

"There will be a seat for Astartes in the parliament." Qin Mo said, "You can appoint a member."

(End of this chapter)