I write apocrypha in Warhammer

It could be heard that the Primarch Mother had no feelings for them, and instead tried to guide the Emperor to get rid of them.

The couple is more unreliable than the other in terms of family education.

"What happened next?" Fulgan asked.

"Later, she lived in seclusion on a certain planet until she was found by Erebus at the end of the Battle of Terra. The dark gods wanted to recruit her to join their gang, but she refused. The two sides clashed. After defeating the four giants, The demon queen, Erda, was dying and was finally completely obliterated by Erebas' ritual dagger." Wei Mu further explained.

As mentioned before, Erda obviously has power beyond the original body, but basically does nothing serious.

Wei Mu didn't know what the emperor was thinking. Anyway, if this kind of thing happened to him, he would probably have high blood pressure.

"So are you two okay?" Wei Mu looked at the two original bodies and asked cautiously.

Neither Fulgrim nor Guilliman were fussy people.

In addition, so much time has passed and the person involved has passed away long ago, so I believe there should be no problems.

However, when it comes to family relationships, everyone’s feelings and reactions are different, and there is no way to predict them.

Wei Mu didn't want them to be hit hard by this.

Or, that woman can be used to share some of the firepower, so that they will feel less resentful towards the emperor?

"Us? No, of course it's okay. It's just a woman who has passed away for a long time. She and I have never even met, so of course we will not be affected by this." Fulgen waved his hand casually, as if he didn't care. appearance.

"In my life, I already have Ms. Euton playing the role of mother. She is very competent. Erda's behavior has not brought any regrets to my life." Guilliman also said.

If the Mother of the Primarch was a righteous, majestic, glorious and kind person who fought tirelessly for the future of the race and had a tragic ending, the two of them might still be a little sad, but a situation like this would not be able to arouse any of their emotions. .

"That's because the environment of the home planet you met is pretty good, but for example, Angron, Mortarion, and Konrad Curze, these unlucky children are different. They will probably hate that woman to death. ." Wei Mu sighed.

"My destiny is determined by me, not by nature." This sentence seems very touching when I say it. However, in fact, there are only a few people who can "change their destiny against the will of heaven." Many people are basically destined to achieve a high level in the future from the moment they are reincarnated. .

Angron, in particular, had the Butcher's Nail in his head, and that thing was simply incomprehensible.

"But this is not the reason for them to rebel and commit crimes." Guilliman reminded, "They obviously have other options."

If we compare the misfortunes, there are many people in the galaxy whose life experiences are more miserable than those of the traitorous Primarchs, but the damage they have caused to the entire race has far exceeded the level of venting and revenge. There is no excuse for passing the buck.

Fulgrim on the side said: "Many brothers are actually jealous of you, Guilliman. They are jealous of your good upbringing. Emotionally speaking, you are closer to mortals than us."

Guilliman was a little surprised by Fulgrim's comments: "I just try to create more comfortable homes for humans."

Fulgen waved his hand helplessly: "Maybe, but when a good student is placed among a group of problem children, even a fairly normal behavior can become a stimulus to them."

This reminded Wei Mu of the classic Prince Regent joke, how Guilliman justifiably mocked all the Primarchs in one sentence - Didn't you all have a mother to take care of you when you were young?

If he had actually spoken out, many of the Primarchs would have broken through their defenses on the spot.

For ordinary people, children who grow up in a single-parent family environment have a much higher probability of learning bad things in the future than those from normal families.

Ever since the Erda had scattered the infant Primarchs across the galaxy, their retrieval by the Emperor had been a lottery.

In addition, Wei Mu also told the two primarchs about the curse, which was the power Erda used to defeat the four demons.

The ancient language that contains the power of creation is released by reading out the words. There is no threshold for use, but the power is enough to rival the top psychics. However, individuals who use the curse will suffer backlash.

More importantly, this thing is an independent system and has nothing to do with subspace.

Erebus, who assassinated Erda, even began to doubt his own life when he saw the other party using the spell.

In his opinion, subspace should be the origin of all things.

However, the magic stick can always maintain the perfection of his faith through self-imagination - as long as he has never seen the curse, the subspace is still the only thing in Erebus's heart.

"So why was such a powerful power not passed down in the end?" Guilliman asked.

According to Wei Mu's description, if the curse was used in today's empire, it would definitely be able to easily crush most enemies.

"Because the Eternals, represented by the Emperor, believed that the power was too dangerous. There was no relevant power in the universe at that time that could check and balance it. Once it spread, the consequences would be disastrous, so they sent troops to attack Babel, which had the entire dictionary of curses. Tower." Wei Mu explained.

"Don't tell me that the Emperor destroyed the Tower of Babel just like that. With my father's character, he will definitely back up that power." Fulgan said.

"Yes, he did intend to do this, but his first warmaster stopped him." Wei Mu replied.

"The First Warmaster?" This title aroused the vigilance of the Primarchs.

"Or Persson, said to be the oldest immortal, is nearly eight thousand years older than your old father, and was his first general. After the army conquered the Tower of Babel, the Emperor The Emperor went back on his word and wanted to keep the curse, because he could see the threat further away, and this power would definitely come in handy in the future. However, the Emperor's words seemed to Orr like a man blinded by power. A careerist, trying to control everyone's destiny, so he stabbed the emperor in the back, stabbed the emperor through the heart with a long sword and burned the Tower of Babel." Wei Mu roughly recounted the situation at that time.

The two original bodies had mixed emotions after hearing the ancient and unfamiliar story.

"Speaking of it, Horus also launched a rebellion because he was afraid of the Emperor's ambition. History is really a cycle." Guilliman murmured to himself.

This damn sense of fate is really powerless.

The group of people chatted and unknowingly arrived at the exit of the webway.

The huge arch-shaped passage is covered with an illusory film, like rippling water waves.

Next, they only need to pass through this membrane to leave the webway and return to the physical universe. The magical technology of the ancient saints gently separates the two completely different worlds.

Over there is the throne room, the very center of the Imperium of Man.

Guilliman was okay, after all, he had been here once before.

Fulgrim felt a little nervous. He had made too many mistakes before, but now he was a prodigal son and needed to seek forgiveness from the emperor.

As for Wei Mu, he was a little excited, just like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden.

I can finally see the beauty of the big golden guy with my own eyes, and I don’t know if his corpse-like body has improved with the blessing of Aisha’s life force.

"Please, everyone."

Trajan, the commander of the imperial army, stood at the front of the team and made an invitation gesture to everyone.

The group of people immediately took steps and slowly stepped into the thin curtain.

Crossing the boundary between illusion and reality, what appeared in front of them was a magnificent palace that could accommodate tens of thousands of people.

The brick walls of the palace are all made of gold, and there is no need for light. The incredible material itself will shine.

Many magnificent epic scenes are carefully carved on the walls of the palace, all of which are the glorious deeds of human heroes fighting in all directions.

Flags embroidered with different coats of arms hung on both sides, representing families and groups that had made immortal contributions to the empire.

People stepped in it, their feet constantly tapping the ground, and the passionate sounds were like the sound of ancient war hymns.

In the center of the hall, there is a huge staircase with a height of one hundred meters, as if it is a ladder to the heaven that can ascend to the divine court.

At the end of the steps, at the highest point of the palace, is where the Golden Throne is located.

It was a huge piece of equipment, with various unknown mechanisms and circuits buried under the hill-like steps. It was so complex and technologically advanced that no one in the empire could carry out maintenance and repairs, not even the Dark Eldar. Technicians can only respond to temporary emergencies.

A thin and fragile figure sat there, with various unknown tubes inserted into his back, so many that they could cover an entire wall.

A living corpse on the verge of death, an eternal and noble king.

That decaying skeleton was the Emperor, known as the Lord of Mankind, and the only hope for this race to survive in the war-torn galaxy.

The visitors held their breath and stared at him from a distance of a hundred meters.

From there they saw the temple of the gods, with the God-King ruling over his kingdom with righteous judgment.

Standing around him were other gods, demigods, and many heroes who had sacrificed their lives long ago and became the heroes of history, covered with light.

However, when they rubbed their eyes and tried to take a closer look at the situation in that area, it seemed as if nothing had happened. The corpses on the golden throne were silent, without any trace of movement.

Suddenly, a noisy sound came over.

Everyone curiously turned their heads to look in the direction of the gate, and found that dozens of Forbidden Forces were escorting a large number of people slowly past the foot of the Golden Throne, blocking their way to climb the steps.

They could only wait for the Imperial Guards to finish their work before they could move forward.

These people all wear some kind of special limiter on their bodies. They are all in ragged clothes and look listless. In many of them, hysterical madness can even be seen directly in their eyes.

Psykers who were forcibly recruited.

Black ships will wander around various imperial worlds to collect corresponding "taxes" to ensure that the Star Torch can swallow enough one thousand people every day to keep burning.

This is the key to keeping Imperial ships from getting lost while sailing through the Warp, and the small sacrifice required is simply insignificant.

The sacrifices kept moving forward, and some people cautiously looked up at the steps.

The Imperial Guards didn't stop them, as long as these guys didn't do anything extraordinary.

Wei Mu exchanged glances with many of them.

Some people were very confused, as if they still didn't understand what was going on, and were also curious about Wei Mu's identity. He could appear in the same place as them, but he was treated very differently from them.

Some people are filled with reluctance and feel that they should live a better life relying on the power within their bodies instead of being caught and burned here.

Some people believe that the coming death is extremely glorious, entering the throne room is the highest honor, and meeting the Emperor is a blessing that has been cultivated for hundreds of years. This is the true return to the Golden Throne.

Some people are already devastated, and the blow they have received has made them indifferent to their upcoming fate.

However, no matter what their mood was, it no longer mattered.

Under the escort of the Forbidden Army, the thousand psykers were thrown into the furnace of the Star Torch one by one.

With the blessing of fresh fuel, the light released by the Star Torch in the subspace becomes even more dazzling.

At that moment, Wei Mu clearly felt their pain.

Logically speaking, death is only a momentary thing, and the painful senses should have no effect.

The soul is really magical.

However, Wei Mu still feels that this is a rare relief for the intelligent creatures in the Warhammer universe.

No matter how painful it is to burn one's soul, it only lasts for a short time. It is better than falling into the hands of demons after death and suffering endless toying.

After watching the poor psykers die, the party could finally face the Emperor.

They stepped on the red carpet and climbed up the steps step by step.

Since the Uyghurs were mortals, it was a bit difficult to climb, so the original body and the Imperial Guards deliberately slowed down their pace.

"I'm really convinced that such a high staircase has been built. Have the designers considered the feelings of ordinary people?" Wei Mu cursed dissatisfiedly as he tried to keep up with the crowd.

"Didn't you always say that if you were wronged, you would roll around crying in front of the Golden Throne? Now is a good opportunity. If you pass this village, there will be no shop like this." Fu. Gen said with a smile.

"Then we can't make a fuss over this kind of thing. I have to use it in the right place." Wei Mu panted.

They didn't stop until they climbed to the highest point allowed, about ten meters away from the throne.

Close enough, the visitor could see more detail on the Emperor.

The corpse in front of him was gaunt and gaunt, completely different from the invincible golden man in the church mural.

If an ordinary person's body loses flesh and blood, there will be only a few kilograms or taels left.

"Wait, something's wrong."

Guilliman carefully observed his father's face and found that the Emperor seemed to have changed in some way compared to the last time he met him.

"What's wrong?"

Wei Mu and Fulgrim looked at Guilliman curiously.

According to the description of the National Religion, isn't the Emperor just like the ghost that looks like a skeleton now?

However, the commander of the imperial army, Trajan, also frowned, as if he was troubled by the same problem.

"Father, he seems to have... gained weight?"