Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

The Dream and the Lord of Flame were docked in the Alien Empire's capital system, and all the legions' fleets were surrounding the world shrouded in black curtains.

The offensive against other systems of the Alien Empire had completely stopped. Of course, now that the entire alien race was dead, there was no need to attack anything, so the Primarchs were now focusing on preparing for what they thought was 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, so be ready."

Magnus leaned on his scepter and nodded very seriously.

All the other Primarchs were also present.

All the legions were as prepared as their gene fathers.

Various tests showed that although the black curtain looked very strange, it was now diluting, and there were no particularly bad consequences for penetrating it.

The original capital world of the alien empire wrapped in black curtains is now very chaotic and difficult to measure by any scientific means under the analysis of the transmission device, so transmission is not possible. Everyone can only use the backup method, that is, the airdrop cabin.

When Horus put on his armor and prepared to lead the airdrop operation in person, heavy footsteps came from the entrance of the bridge.

Everyone looked at the entrance of the bridge in unison.

I saw several warriors wearing golden armor and holding large shields and halberds entering the bridge first. Behind them, golden armored men who were stronger and taller than these most exquisite genetically engineered creations walked slowly under the crowd.

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

The imperial guards walked in front of the Astartes with their heads held high, ignoring their existence.

Even after coming in front of the Primarch, the imperial guards still held their heads high and looked at the most outstanding masterpieces of the Emperor as if they were looking at mortals.

The Guards looked a little arrogant, but this was not arrogance, but the perfect posture extended from their perfect features, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Father." Lorgar knelt on one knee and bowed his head to greet the Emperor surrounded by the Guards.

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

The Emperor frowned.

He looked at the Primarchs who knelt on one knee to him, and felt that they were strangers. Because of this etiquette, he felt very distant from them.

The Emperor looked at the Primarchs who were standing again.

Some looked at him coldly, some looked at him calmly, and some looked at him with fear and respect, which were all looks he didn't want to see.

Sanguinius, who usually extended his wings for comfort, folded his wings to the limit the moment he saw the Emperor.

"Why are you all gathered here?" The Emperor said coldly, "Do you all think that your mission in this war is 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 fought with the Lord of Flame."

Perturabo continued: "We are going down to support the Lord of Flame."

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

And Perturabo and Horus both felt that their father was looking at them.

"If someone didn't walk in with a group of corn heads like a catwalk, we would have dropped down by now." Angron said with a smile.

The Emperor looked at Angron and asked coldly: "Go down to seek death?"

"Whether it's seeking death or not." Angron looked up, "Just don't chat here."

The Emperor stared at Angron.

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

The Emperor knew this, and he turned his eyes away from Angron, and he did not blame Angron.

What the Emperor was thinking at this time was that if the Primarchs were allowed to lead the legions to fight, it was hard to say what would happen to the Primarchs, but the Astartes were 100% dead anyway.

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

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

"That is the Star God." The Emperor spoke after a moment of silence, "You know they exist, but you have never faced them, so you foolishly think that as long as you help the Lord of Flame, things will get better."

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

"But it is more likely that after you go down, you will have no effect except adding tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of casualties."

The Emperor looked at the Primarchs again and added: "Of course, this includes you."

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

The Emperor was still unhurried: "If I can't go down to fight, how can I rush here from Terra. What I said is education, the education you deserve."

After the sermon, the Emperor glanced at Horus, then motioned for 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 power could not penetrate the black curtain under normal circumstances.

The Emperor who had fought with 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 was also very simple to dispel the curtain.

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

But this is no different from cutting off the head when choking on a meal, and then reaching into the neck to take out the stuck food. This suicidal way of dealing with problems belongs to the demons or gods in the subspace whose behavior is affected by the sea of ​​extreme emotions rather than controlled by the brain. They will occasionally do stupid behavior.

Fortunately, Qin Mo did not have anything 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.

In an instant, he passed through the warp.