The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Seeing Soshyan remain silent, Li didn't press him further. Without saying much more, he stood up. →

"Then let's end our conversation here. I have a general idea of your position. Go to Terra with peace of mind. I'll retrieve the item from Saturn for you."

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"Wait, Li—"

Soshyan suddenly called out to him.

"Was it you who allowed me to enter the Imperial Fists? What is your relationship with the Imperial Fists and Dorn?"

Li stopped and turned around.

"Before Dorn left, he found me, hoping I could help look after his sons. So, I became the High Wall Watcher of the Imperial Fists. However, the strength of the Ork Empire remnants in Ullanor greatly exceeded my expectations. The main force of the Imperial Fists was unexpectedly annihilated while I was away investigating the Ork Empire remnants in Ullanor. Fortunately, with the efforts of many, those Greenskins were wiped out. After that, I have been operating as an Inquisitor, but the warriors of the Imperial Fists don't know any of this. Only the successive Chapter Masters know of my existence. They regard me as the only hope of finding the Primarch, believing that one day the Primarch will contact them again through me."

"Is it just because of this?"

Soshyan's tone carried a hint of doubt.

"You know about the Eleventh and Second Legions, right?"

The other party nodded.

"Indeed, it's not just that. I also have to ensure that the descendants of the Eleventh and Second Legions within the Imperial Fists successfully separate from the Legion, can survive the turmoil of the separation period, and ensure that they don't discover the secrets of their bloodline prematurely. This is not an easy task, but fortunately, there is a plan arranged by Macardo himself. I am not fighting alone.→"

"Do they know of your existence?"

"Maybe they don't know, maybe they do, but it doesn't matter."

"Why?"

Li shrugged.

"Probably because I am very weak, worthless and meaningless in their eyes, so naturally they won't pay attention. After all, who would pay attention to a seemingly weak and dying mortal?"

"Your body—"

Hearing Soshyan's question, Li raised his hand, clenched and unclenched his palm, staring at the seemingly very old, dark yellow bandage, and calmly replied:

"I am just a mortal, inherently unable to withstand such a long time, and I was also seriously injured in the battle with the traitors... This was given to me by Mother. It was originally the burial cloth of a powerful Witch King. After the Witch King died, the body was buried under a huge pyramid, but in ancient times a powerful demon occupied its incorruptible body and came to the world. Later, that demon was defeated by Mother and Father, it turned into yellow sand, but the burial cloth remained. With its power, I can continue to walk in the world."

"I don't understand, since your genes, like the Primarchs, come from Elda and the Emperor, why... is there such a big difference."

"Because what the Primarchs possess is not just the genes of Mother and Father. What constitutes them is also a kind of power that I cannot explain. And I am just an experiment of Father's first attempt at the Primarch project. Mother once said that Father's hope for me was the ultimate form of humanity, the most perfect, the most powerful human, to achieve Father's ultimate ideal of 'the best of man'. Unfortunately... I didn't inherit any of Mother's power, let alone Father's. If it weren't for Mother, I might have disappeared long ago."

"Li, you keep emphasizing Mother, don't you pledge loyalty to the Emperor?"

Li looked at Soshyan, and for some reason, Soshyan seemed to feel his helplessness through the bandage.

Then his emotionless voice sounded.

"In Father's eyes, I am just a failure. I don't have the eternal life of my brothers, their powerful strength, their lightning-fast thinking, their ability to command thousands of troops at will. I am a child who can never meet Father's requirements. I can't help his great cause in any way. Perhaps the only thing I am good at is painting. I am just a mediocre mortal, and can only be a discarded piece. Only Mother regards me as her son, so naturally I will serve her."

Suddenly, Soshyan's heart became heavy.

He inexplicably began to sympathize with this "pseudo-Primarch". Everyone regards the Primarchs as the Emperor's children. They are irreplaceable, they are eternal, so everything should give way to them. This is not only because of their bloodline, but also because of their strength.

Then a thought suddenly popped into his head. Is it that even if he eliminates more enemies and creates more achievements, in the eyes of many people, he is far less important than a Primarch?

It seems that from a "value" point of view, he seems to be like Li, a forever "unqualified" child. No matter what the name Soshyan represents, it can never be compared with the name Xerxes.

After a long silence, Soshyan whispered:

"Li, do you hate Father?"

Li chuckled, then sighed.

"What is there to hate?"

"All are his children, but you did not receive the treatment that Primarchs should have."

Li tilted his head, then calmly replied:

"Probably because I can accept my own ordinariness. I can accept the fact that I am just an ordinary person. And how should I say it, my parents at least gave me a physique similar to a Space Marine, so it's not too bad."

Soshyan couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Li, you have a really good attitude. If every Primarch could be like you... Alas, never mind, this kind of assumption is meaningless."

"The environment my brothers are in is different from mine after all. How should I put it? I am actually lucky, because Mother has always been by my side, but my brothers are not."

"Then what about Xerxes, what kind of person do you think he is?"

"Me and him—"

Li paused, seemingly recalling something, then said with a bit of emotion:

"I have only met him twice, but he is also the second brother I have ever seen besides Dorn. He is a person who is very considerate of other people's feelings. You are very similar in this respect, but he always takes on too much responsibility, perhaps because he knows too much. Speaking of which, there is a secret about Brother Xerxes that you should know."

"What?"

"He is Mother's child."

Soshyan was stunned.

"I know that, he is a Primarch."

"No, that's not what I mean—"

Li shook his head, then uttered words that made Soshyan dumbfounded.

"He is a child naturally conceived by Mother and Father, not a product of genetic engineering. He is the real... best of man."

"What!"

Soshyan stood up with a whoosh.

"No need to be so excited."

Li waved his hand.

"This matter is not that difficult to understand. Father has never been a person who puts all his eggs in one basket. As early as when he proposed the Primarch gene project, he had envisioned wanting to naturally conceive a child, so that he could compare the differences between the two. However, this point is more difficult than genetic engineering. Father and Mother have already surpassed the normal biological category. Natural reproduction is almost impossible for them. However, it seems that before I was born, Father finally found a way. Mother was probably pregnant with Brother Xerxes fifty years before the Primarch project began—"

"This means—"

"Ah, Brother Xerxes is our real eldest brother."

Soshyan shook twice, holding onto the wall next to him. The shock this news brought him was too strong. After all, the Emperor seems to have a point in regarding children conceived through genetic engineering as tools and weapons, but if it is his child in the true sense of the word—

"The Emperor killed his eldest son, his real son!"