The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Hearing the name of the text left by Asuryan, Sochoyan couldn't help but frown. He instinctively felt that something was not right.

"The Phoenix Record Stuns the World... It sounds very suspicious. Didn't the Emperor really suspect this was a trap at all?"

"For him at that time, if he had too many concerns, he wouldn't have been able to do anything... The Webway was the hope for humanity's ascension, but humans themselves don't have the universal and transcendent psychic talents of the Eldar. Mastering this complex technology would take too long, and he couldn't wait. There's a saying on Old Terra, 'drinking poison to quench thirst.' Many things, even for him, left him with no choice."

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Sochoyan pondered for a moment, then cautiously said:

"Erebus threw the Primarchs into the galaxy because she also knew the prophecy."

The Manipulator nodded, saying nothing.

"Then... who leaked the news to Erebus? I believe, given the Emperor's personality, he would never share this kind of thing with Erebus, and would even keep it strictly confidential."

The Manipulator chuckled upon hearing this.

"Sochoyan, you are getting better and better at grasping the key points. That's right, very few people knew about this, so few that there were only a handful, and they were all his extremely trusted confidants at the time. But even he overlooked someone who could access such secrets."

Sochoyan thought for a while, his eyes flashed, then he gasped, and finally uttered that person's name.

"It's Lee!"

After saying that, Sochoyan paused for a moment, then nodded, and muttered to himself:

"It's not surprising if it's him, it's not surprising if it's him. He has the motive to do so. He hates Xerxes more than anyone else. He must think that Xerxes stole his only remaining maternal love."

Then he looked at the Manipulator.

"Didn't the Emperor know? He didn't know Lee..."

Then he stopped. The Emperor probably knew, but perhaps he didn't think that a failure he regarded as trash could pose any threat. And if he punished or hunted Lee, it would only trigger further madness from Erebus, causing more unpredictable consequences.

Just like the Manipulator said before, the matter had already happened, and all he could do was solve the problem. Tracing back couldn't change the status quo.

"Ten thousand years, does Lee still hate? Does he know that Xerxes hasn't truly disappeared, and he must see his brother completely reduced to ashes to relieve his hatred?"

"Sochoyan, some assumptions are the most abnormal. Let's not talk about how Lee knew about this back then, but perhaps he wasn't initially motivated by jealousy or hatred."

The Manipulator's reminder awakened Sochoyan from his dream.

"Ah, yes, Lee's goal is definitely not as simple as revenge, otherwise he wouldn't have gotten involved with the Void Dragon... And there must be something wrong with his body. Manipulator, if I want to kill him, would you agree?"

"Actually, whether we agree or not, you have already decided to do so."

Sochoyan nodded.

"Yes, you're right. Regardless of whether others agree or not, I have decided to do so. He is too dangerous, so dangerous that it makes my hair stand on end. Even when facing the most powerful demons or even the Destroyer Gods themselves, I have never been so afraid... I once trusted him immensely in a certain moment. Every time I think about it, I can't help but break out in a cold sweat. How could someone with no power be so terrifying?"

The Manipulator sighed with great feeling.

"Once upon a time, he thought this was just a failure, not inheriting any of his advantages, the most flawed of the flawed, not even worthy of a name. Facts have proved that this was one of the biggest mistakes he had ever made with his children. He inherited his greatest advantage, but also inherited his greatest flaw. He and Xerxes are both humans, not Primarchs. They are both the best of humans, the wisest, the most virtuous, the most benevolent, and the most evil."

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"But Xerxes got more."

Sochoyan's mood was extremely complicated at this moment. He couldn't help but understand Lee's situation. Even if he was rejected by his father as a flawed product, he could at least use the sense of mission and honor that Space Marines regarded as life to anesthetize himself, and use his dedication to the Empire to self-comfort. But once a comparison appeared, this fragile self-comfort would be instantly torn apart, leaving only the bloody reality—the other party regarded his dedication as meaningless waste of effort.

At this time, a sentence that Erebus had said before floated into Sochoyan's mind. Compared to the Venerable Master Ananda who came from the same school, the Emperor indeed taught him the kindness and wisdom of the Awakened.

Or is this the embodiment of the Emperor's "Great Love"?

But this does not mean that Sochoyan can forgive Lee's actions, or rather, regardless of whether he forgives him or not, the other party will definitely cause trouble for him. Since he is going to take action, there is no need to talk about affection.

What's more, he and Lee have no affection at all, only a trace of shared suffering and mutual appreciation.

"Manipulator, Fulgrim and his Third Legion are preparing to cause trouble for me, and I am also preparing to completely eliminate this disaster. Do you have any advice for me?"

The Manipulator put down his teacup and spread out his hands.

"It's still the same sentence, you have already made a decision, and no one can change it. If I have to say something, Erebus should have told you that the Destroyer Gods have far more trump cards than you imagine. Their real battles are between each other, and what you can see is just a drop in the ocean. So you must weigh the price you have to pay and the benefits you can get."

"Killing him isn't also beneficial to the Empire? Why do I feel that you think I'm eliminating Fulgrim just for myself?"

"For the current Empire, is there a big difference between having one more or one less fallen Primarch?"

Sochoyan was speechless upon hearing this, and could only change the subject.

"Manipulator, do you also think that Xerxes will definitely return?"

"Nothing is certain."

"If I find a way... to solve the problem of the Grey Matter?"

The Manipulator picked up the cup, took a sip, and said meaningfully:

"Then he will be happier than anyone else."

After drinking two more cups, Sochoyan then said:

"Manipulator, the threat of the Tyranid is increasing day by day. Their scale and power are truly terrifying, and there seems to be some kind of more terrifying will hidden behind them. The previous invasions were just small-scale skirmishes. The real invasion spearhead is already approaching the galaxy. This will be a disaster that sweeps the galaxy. Do you have any countermeasures?"

"The Tyranids..."

The Manipulator muttered once, put down his teacup, and filled it up.

"It is indeed very terrifying. Your worries are correct. It is precisely because you have this kind of vision that I have always insisted on my point of view... As for countermeasures, the time is not yet ripe. When the time is ripe, perhaps I will still need you to take action."

Sochoyan nodded.

"Since you have countermeasures, then I don't need to worry so much."

Just when he thought there was nothing more to say and perhaps he should leave, the Manipulator took the initiative to speak and slowly said a passage that surprised Sochoyan very much—

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