Chapter 97 Old Fourteen and Unhappy
The destruction of the War Moon unleashed a terrifying energy storm.
It swept away in all directions like a raging tide.
The huge greenskin fleet is like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.
Being carried away by the energy storm, it was even torn apart directly.
The bloated green-skinned battleship turned into huge fragments floating in the void, left in the vacuum and gradually cooling.
Countless orcs were thrown out of the battleship and turned into cold corpses.
The greenskin fleet, which originally had the upper hand, suffered heavy losses.
The death of the Beast Warlord also caused the morale of the greenskin army to collapse.
Even though they still have more warships than the First Fleet, they have already begun to flee crazily.
The First Fleet reversed its original disadvantage in one fell swoop and reorganized to liquidate the fleeing green-skinned orcs.
Many human warships that were still capable of fighting were chasing them all the way with full power.
Slaughter any enemy ship it can catch up with, turning them into burning wrecks.
The pursuit didn't stop until the enemy fled to the edge of the galaxy and hid in the subspace.
Immediately afterwards came the work of cleaning up the battlefield.
The Mechanical Ark stands at the center point that has been accurately calculated and is closest to each wreckage.
Salvage ships flew between the Ark and the wreckage, bringing with them cracked hulls and high-value equipment.
Scavenger robots crawled back and forth in space, outstretched robotic arms and swarms of drones working like swarms of bees.
At the Emperor's behest, the Mechanicus dismantled the War Moon.
Recover those important devices for studying the orcs' WAAAGH force field.
On those damaged Imperial warships, a large number of small rescue ships were anchored like limpets on the hulls to perform emergency repairs.
Ensure they can continue to fight or go to the nearest space shipyard for repairs.
The bridge of the Emperor's Vision.
The Emperor, Raven, and the five Primarchs remained here until the Void War was completely victorious.
"Sanguinius, Alpharius, Dorn, Guilliman, Curze."
Hearing the Emperor's call, the five Primarchs stood up straight.
They knew that the emperor must have something to arrange for them.
"This greenskin fleet is by no means alone. It is most likely just the vanguard of their WAAAGH expedition."
"Someone must find out the size of the Greenskin Empire and harass them as much as possible to prevent them from interfering with the Great Crusade."
"Only in this way can the human empire regain enough colonies and accumulate strength and resources to go to war with the huge green-skin empire."
"Which of you is willing to take on this task?"
The emperor had just finished speaking.
Alpharius stood up.
"Father, let me come, investigate intelligence and create disturbances. These are what I am good at."
The Emperor looked at the other Primarchs, thought for a while, and nodded.
"Then this task will be left to you. You should set off immediately to track the fleeing greenskin ships and investigate the size of the enemy."
"Don't worry, father, I will never let you down."
Alpharius is very fast.
He quickly organized a reconnaissance fleet.
Set sail to track the fleeing greenskin ships.
Leave the relevant aftermath work to those naval generals.
The Emperor began to process the battle reports sent by other expedition fleets.
"The Fourth Fleet, led by the Primarch of the First Legion, successfully defeated the Space Yeti in the Bale System and found the Space Yeti's home planet. It is planning to go to execute the extermination order and is expected to completely eliminate this alien race."
The Emperor paused for a long time over the Fourth Fleet's battle report.
In Ryan's first battle, his opponent turned out to be an alien race that was a headache even in the golden age of mankind.
Unexpectedly, he not only defeated the enemy, but also prepared to completely exterminate this race.
"Space Snowman?"
The raven standing on the emperor's shoulder widened his eyes and sang a song subconsciously.
"You love me and I love you, Michelle Ice City is sweet and sweet. You love me and I love you, Space Snowman is sweet and sweet..."
The Emperor had long been accustomed to Raven's brain circuit and ignored him, but continued to check the battle reports of each fleet.
The three primarchs, including Russ, Angron, and Horus, also arrived at their respective fleets smoothly.
Currently, some lost human colonies are being recovered.
The emperor also carefully read their battle reports to ensure that there would be no problems.
In addition to the battle reports from various expedition fleets, Terra also reported a lot of situations.
After hundreds of arguments, Malcador and the High Lords once again revised the laws of the empire.
The empire no longer recognized the legitimacy of slavery.
Demand the abolition of slavery within a time limit in the world where slavery exists.
At the same time the Empire Wealth Act was introduced.
It defines the red line between the rich and the poor on planets with different levels of development, and eliminates the possibility of the emergence of finalists.
In order to encourage people to engage in interstellar exploration, Malcador and the high lords lowered the threshold for issuance of Rogue Trader certificates.
Many people take to the stars with the dream of getting rich suddenly.
The construction of the second celestial computer is also progressing in an orderly manner with the concerted efforts of many mechanical sages from the Federation.
With the help of the first celestial computer - Terraba.
The speed of various projects in the solar system has been increased a lot.
The first small universe project is expected to be completed in the near future.
The scale is small, the diameter of the space is only 10,000 meters.
But this is a welcome progress, and it represents mankind's initial glimpse into the authority of the Creator.
When the technology matures, costs are reduced.
The empire will be able to build small universes on a large scale, hiding from the prying eyes of the Chaos Gods.
The second-generation warship integrating alien space technology has now completed theoretical practice and program design and is about to enter the production process.
Comparing the second generation Imperial warships with the Imperial warships currently in service.
Performance has been greatly improved.
The energy sources and weapons equipped are also more advanced.
Once the second-generation warships enter service, the empire's speed of conquering the galaxy will be greatly accelerated.
More importantly, the Empire began attempting to build Celestial-class battleships.
If all goes well, the Empire will have the ability to travel to other galaxies.
Communication towers with quantum sensing array technology as the core are currently being rolled out on a large scale.
Hundreds of galaxies with Terra as the core have now established an imperial instant messaging network.
With the promotion of infrastructure projects, more galaxies will be included in the communication network.
In addition to these infrastructure and scientific research projects.
Special organizations such as the Night Watch and the Psychic Academy.
With Malcador's green light, it quickly developed in various galaxies.
Soulless people from various regions were selected and sent to the Night Watch organization for training.
The outstanding children will be selected into the demon hunting unit.
Specializes in dealing with supernatural events that ordinary people cannot understand.
Prevent subspace from poisoning human civilization.
Those children with psychic talents are sent to Psychic Academy.
Professional instructors teach them to master their own power.
Prepare special personnel reserves for future expeditions to other galaxies or other universes. .
Of course, those psykers who really can't control their powers.
Either wearing a restraint or being forced into an asylum.
Overall, the Empire is making great strides for the better.
"The development is still a bit slow." The emperor was not satisfied with the current progress.
He has many cutting-edge technologies in his hands.
But the empire's digestion speed and industrial level couldn't keep up.
At such a speed, when can we conquer the galaxy and go to other universes?
After sighing with emotion, the emperor suppressed many emotions and continued to deal with government affairs.
After all, the meal must be eaten one bite at a time, and the road must be walked step by step.
After the education system is improved and the empire has a sufficient talent reserve.
The speed of digesting alien universe technology will naturally increase.
When the Emperor organized the Great Crusade in an orderly manner and went all out to develop the Empire.
Somewhere in the galaxy, there is a planet named Barbarus.
This is a planet shrouded in thick poisonous fog all day long.
It is also a planet blessed by the evil god Nurgle.
Brutal and terrifying Plague Warlords rule the world.
Humans are forced to live in lower altitude areas of the planet, enduring suffocating poisonous fog.
Living an endless miserable life as a slave, living in fear of the warlord rulers.
"It's harvest time again. Only by offering fresh flesh and soul to the great Lord of Life and Plague can we continue to receive blessings."
In the billowing green poisonous mist, a bloated figure walked slowly.
If you get closer, you will find that it is a plague warlord with a bloated body, filled with stinking bodily fluids, and his rotting body is densely covered with a layer of black flies.
The Plague Warlord looked at the village in the distance and smiled.
He waved his hand, making a soft, greasy sound.
"Go, children, taste fresh flesh and soul, and let those guys scream in despair."
One by one, the living dead with ragged clothes and rotting bodies walked out from behind the Plague Warlord.
Emitting green poisonous mist, they staggered toward the village.
These living dead are not afraid of pain and are extremely strong. The only drawback is that they are a bit slow.
After a while, desperate cries mixed with screams sounded in the village.
The living dead, created by a terrible plague, have no emotions whatsoever.
They will only follow the orders of their creator and kill all living creatures.
Facing the living dead sent by the plague warlord, the villagers only had torches and simple farming tools.
Soon someone was knocked down and bitten until their flesh and blood were bloody, which was very desolate.
Desperate screams echoed in the village.
The villagers fell into despair.
At this time, a tall giant rushed in from outside the village, coming to save the innocent village like a god.
The giant held a huge sickle.
Like the God of Death, he harvests the living dead that stumble forward and emit a foul smell.
"Don't come here!!"
A man wields a hoe and beats a living dead.
The other party was not afraid of the pain. He grabbed the hoe with his rotten hand and gave the man a sharp push, causing the man to stumble to the ground.
I could only watch helplessly as the living dead rushed towards me.
Whoosh!
A cold light flashed.
The sharp sickle sliced through the air.
In just a moment, the living dead man's head was cut off.
A tall giant figure looked down at the man.
"Are you okay?" His voice was low and strong.
The man looked at the other person in awe and shook his head.
"I'm fine."
"Mortarion." Behind the man, a half-grown child poked his head out from behind his mother and shouted the giant's name excitedly.
This person is none other than the Primarch No. 14 who fell to Barbarus, Mortarion.
After being snatched from the Emperor's laboratory by the Chaos Gods.
Mortarion's training cabin landed on a plain in Barbarus where a tragic battle had just broken out
At that time, his surroundings were a Shura field, with limbs and broken arms scattered for several kilometers.
The great warlord who won the final victory, the Pale King, was enjoying the fruits of his victory and executing those enemies who were struggling in pain.
The Pale King's first reaction upon discovering Mortarion was to kill the crying whelp.
But he suddenly realized that no ordinary adult human could survive in the poisonous mist here, let alone open his mouth to cry.
After some thought, the Pale King finally took the child back to his palace.
He regarded the child as his eldest son and named him Mortarion, which means son of death.
The Pale King conducted various inhumane experiments on young Mortarion
Just to test how high the toxin content he can survive in an environment.
Recognizing Mortarion's incredible potential, he decided to train Mortarion into a Plague Warlord who would surpass himself.
Mortarion has been on the battlefield since he was a child.
The living dead, demons, and aliens are no match for him.
Such days are also very peaceful.
Until one time, Mortarion was ordered to massacre a human village that disobeyed orders.
Hearing the screams of mortals, he became confused for the first time.
He vaguely felt that this shouldn't be the case.
After witnessing the tragic fate of those humans, Mortarion fled his warlord adoptive father.
After arriving at the foot of the mountain, the disguised Mortarion tasted food for the first time and had close contact with humans for the first time.
He even heard laughter for the first time.
Those laughs were so joyful and happy.
It was completely different from the warlord's adoptive father's wild laughter when he won.
At that moment, Mortarion was extremely convinced that humans were his kindred.
And it was his own people that his warlord adoptive father conquered and enslaved.
Mortarion, who was extremely remorseful, vowed to eliminate all warlords of Barbarus and bring liberation and happiness to mankind in this world.
Mortarion's face is very handsome, but his skin is very pale, and his empty eyes are filled with endless sadness.
People were very afraid of him and thought he was just another monster from the mountains.
Mortarion was not discouraged. He patiently waited for opportunities and looked for opportunities to help the villagers work and harvest grains, slowly building up his goodwill.
And today, he had the opportunity to prove himself.
After confirming that the man was okay, Mortarion turned around and pounced on his enemy again.
The sickle in his hand struck, instantly splitting the three surrounding living dead into two pieces.
The rancid liquid sprayed and fell on the ground, emitting an extremely unpleasant smell.
No living dead can stand in his way.
It was like he was in a deserted place.
The villagers looked shocked as they watched Mortarion single-handedly slaughter the living dead who were not afraid of death.
Regardless of whether they are armored or not, whether they are reinforced or not.
He just kept swinging his scythe, splitting all enemies in sight into two pieces.
After some time, the battle ended.
The legions of the living dead were slaughtered.
"This is not going to end like this."
After the plague warlord put down his cruel words, he took the remaining living dead back to the mountain where the poisonous gas was even stronger.
"Yes, it certainly won't end like this."
Mortarion held a scythe and chased the opponent all the way.
Even without protection, Mortarion could still breathe freely in the poisonous mist with the terrifying physique of his original body.
He defeated the Plague Warlord's men and cut off their heads to take back.
When the villagers saw the Plague Warlord's head, they cheered and accepted Mortarion.
After gaining recognition, Mortarion used his wisdom to improve the lives of the villagers.
Teach them to make gas masks and various weapons.
His extraordinary deeds are widely spread throughout human settlements.
Countless people came from distant lands to seek lessons from the Primarch.
Mortarion taught those people knowledge and encouraged them to resist. At the same time, he also formed his own army-the Death Guard, preparing to conquer the plague warlords.
On this day, a steel structure with a golden double-headed eagle emblem fell from the sky, causing people to panic.
Several golden-armored warriors walked out and took off their masks, revealing human faces.
They calmed those who were frightened and informed them of their purpose.
"We have no ill intentions towards you, we just want to meet the great man you call Mortarion."
Mortarion arrived quickly after learning the news.
He recognized the steel creation at a glance as a gunboat.
"Who are you?"
Mortarion looked at the golden armored warriors warily.
"We are the envoys of the empire, the imperial army guarding the emperor, and we have been ordered to come to you." The leader of the golden-armored warrior said.
"Empire? Looking for me?" Mortarion looked confused, "I have nothing to do with you."
"Do you think you were born in Barbarus??" The Imperial Guard smiled, "There is no creator here who can create you."
"You are one of the twenty sons created by the Lord of the Human Empire. The purpose of our coming here is to take you back so that you can correctly use the huge power in your body."
The Forbidden Army's words made the people around them look shocked.
They had witnessed Mortarion's power countless times.
That is a power comparable to that of a god.
"What you said may be true, but I still have something to do." Mortarion shook his head, "Babamos's kindred are still enslaved by the Plague Warlords, and I will not abandon them and leave."
The forbidden soldier said: "We have no intention of asking you to abandon them, we are just going to help you speed up."
Upon hearing this, Mortarion looked surprised.
"Will you help me?"
"It's just a convenient thing." The Forbidden Army said: "Conquering a world is as easy for us as eating and drinking."
"You have not yet received the blessing from the Lord of Humanity, and you are not yet able to fully exert your power, so you find it difficult."
The Forbidden Army's words were a bit hurtful, but it was a good thing that the other party was willing to help him defeat the plague warlord on this planet.
Mortarion accepted the Custodes' help.
The Custodes gave him a set of power armor suitable for the Primarch and armed his army, the Death Guard.
Then, they launched an attack on the plague armies.
They fought towards the poisonous mist-filled mountains, massacred the warlord's men, and stormed into the warlord's decaying palace.
"The redemption of Barbamos begins today." Mortarion waved the new weapon he obtained - a giant scythe with a crushing force field, and chopped off the defeated warlord's head.
The Imperial Guard watched the whole process.
They are all implanted with genetic engines and have the means and power like gods.
If he attacks with all his strength, Mortarion won't even be able to see the warlord's face.
The progress of the war to conquer Barbarmos depends on the speed of Mortarion and his army, the Death Guard.
With the help of the Custodes, victory is already within their grasp, just waiting for them to go and claim it.
"It's like they're taking care of a bunch of kids playing house."
Taiphon in the Death Guard complained.
He was the first human Mortarion had ever encountered, and certainly not entirely human.
In fact, he is a hybrid, a mixture of Barbarus' alien and human beings.
As for why there is no reproductive isolation, you may have to ask the Lord of Life who blessed Barbarus.
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"It is a very lucky thing to get their help to liberate Barbarus and rebuild the world faster."
"They are fully capable of clearing the entire planet of enemies in a few days, but they choose to take care of us, and you still keep complaining!!"
“Do you think it’s a real war only when innocent people continue to lose their lives?”
Mortarion admonished the grumbling Typhon.
Taifeng didn't dare to refute, but just kept nodding.
Within two months, Mortarion killed Barbarus' warlords, large and small, and finally only his adoptive father, the Pale King, remained.
After resting for a while, Mortarion launched the final war.
The Pale King's fortress is located in the mountains where the poisonous fog is thickest.
If an ordinary person exposes his skin to the poisonous mist, his bones and flesh will melt into pieces within a few seconds, and he will die in a miserable state.
Bones and shriveled corpses can be seen everywhere on the road leading to the fortress.
"This is simply hell." Taifeng made a pertinent comment.
"Our trip is to end hell."
Mortarion said calmly.
They arrived at the Pale King's stronghold and fought against an enemy that was bloated and dripping with disgusting slime.
The battle was fierce, but Mortarion and others defeated the guards and fought their way into the fortress.
Finally, Mortarion walked alone into the hall where the Pale King was.
The other party was currently sitting on the throne, looking at his adopted son with cold eyes.
Mortarion narrowed his eyes and looked at his last target.
He is also his adoptive father, the most terrifying plague warlord on the planet.
"I said, when you come back, I will kill you."
The Pale King rises from his rotten throne.
He was tall, with rusty armor covering his bloated, pus-covered body.
He holds a huge ax with eyes.
When he ran, his footsteps were very dull, as if the earth could not bear his weight.
Mortarion waved his scythe and faced him.
Zheng!
The collision of the sickle and ax caused a terrible impact, causing the poisonous mist to roll around.
The Pale King possesses agility that is seriously inconsistent with his size.
The heavy force made the giant ax in his hand roar like wind.
Even if Mortarion is the original body, he cannot have an absolute advantage in strength and speed.
The fighting between the two sides lasted for a long time.
Mortarion was superior in endurance after all.
When the adoptive father's battle ax struck down, a gap was revealed.
Mortarion took the opportunity to swing the scythe in his hand and cut off the opponent's arm.
Putrid blood and thick arms flew up together.
Screams of pain also sounded
Mortarion seized the opportunity, raised his leg and kicked out the bloated and clumsy Pale King.
"It's an irony of fate that you used the skills I taught you on me."
The Pale King raised his head and looked at Mortarion with mixed emotions.
There is anger, hatred, relief and elation.
The man in front of him who was destined to unify Barbamos was the adopted son he trained with his own hands.
"It all ends here."
Mortarion's eyes were equally complex.
It was the other party who brought him back from the battlefield and taught him many things about war and becoming a leader.
Now, it was he who wanted to end the other party with his own hands.
"Yes, it's over, you are the new Pale King." The adoptive father said.
"I won't." Mortarion, "The Pale King will end now, never to appear on Barbarus again."
The scythe fell, and the head of Barbarus's last plague warlord also fell to the ground.
it's all over.
Barbarus has ushered in reconstruction, and human civilization will once again bloom on this planet.
A group of Mechanicum members and Imperial bureaucrats were left behind.
They will assist in the reconstruction of Barbarus.
Mortarion and several capable Death Guards were taken away from Barbarus by the Imperial Army and sent to the First Fleet.
"My father, my brothers, what kind of people are they?"
Mortarion's mood was tense and expectant.
When the Custodes assisted Mortarion in dealing with Barbarus' matters.
At the other end of the galaxy, a place called Olympia.
The story of another Primarch is unfolding.
"Perturabo, you are amazing."
A girl with beautiful appearance and full of youthful vitality was extremely excited as she grabbed the hand of a giant.
In front of them was a magnificent and exquisite opera house, built by Perturabo.
He was the Fourth Primarch created by the Emperor.
Born with wisdom and strength beyond imagination.
He can create deadly weapons of war from a pile of junk.
Use his eloquence to persuade politicians who oppose him.
Perturabo looked at his handiwork with a gloomy look on his face.
"It's not perfect."
"No, it is already perfect. My sister dares to say that it is definitely one of the most beautiful buildings in Olympia." The girl said.
"You said it was just one of them." Perturabo suddenly felt a surge of anger in his heart, "It should be the best, not one of them."
"Perturabo, don't be so hard on yourself."
The girl took Perturabo's arm.
Her height only allowed her to hold the other person's arms.
The girl's gentleness temporarily calmed Perturabo's anger, but he was still annoyed.
"Nice design." A calm and dignified male voice sounded, and a man walked over.
He wore a laurel wreath and a decent silk robe.
The man is none other than the Lord of Olympia, Damex.
The girl who just praised Perturabo was his daughter, Kelly Fanny.
Damex was originally just the king of the city-state of Lox.
Until he found Perturabo outside.
At that time, Perturabo was just a boy.
Attracted by the Eye of Terror, he climbed the cliff with the intention of touching the big eye that only he could see.
Damex discovered him and ordered his soldiers to bring him to him.
After talking, Damex discovered that this child has amazing talents
Not only is he proficient in combat, but he can also gain insights into the structural properties of targets by observing the operation of machinery and materials, and has an instinctive grasp of mathematics and engineering.
You can judge people's personalities through observation like a psychologist, and you have an amazing understanding of logical and philosophical issues.
Damex took the child back to the palace and adopted him as his adopted son.
With the help of Perturabo, Damex quickly conquered other city-states and became the ruler of the entire planet.
Damex also carefully cultivated Perturabo, suppressed all kinds of controversy and opposition for him, and prepared him to take over his throne.
After receiving the praise from his adoptive father, Peturabo's expression softened a little, but his tone remained cold.
"Just a useless defective product."
Damex noticed his adopted son's unhappiness and said: "There are some biological monsters left over from ancient times in the Eastern Grand Canyon. Soldiers need a new set of equipment to enter and fight inside."
"No one else has the talent to design. Only you can do it. Perturabo, are you willing to take on this task?"
Perturabo looked up at Damex, a hint of fatigue and resistance deep in his eyes.
Why do you always let him design weapons! !
But he nodded anyway.
"I'll come up with a whole new set of equipment."
After saying that, Perturabo left and devoted himself to his new job.
"See, daughter, Perturabo doesn't like building these civilian things, he prefers war."
Damex looked at Perturabo's leaving back and said to the girl.
"He is the man destined to become the Lord of Olympia, the man who will rule the entire world and lead mankind into space."
"Really?" Kelly Fanny looked at Perturabo's back, "But I feel like he is unhappy!"
"He's not unhappy, he's just thinking about how to build new equipment."
Damex explained.
"Have you ever seen him complain when building weapons? No, he only complains when building buildings that have nothing to do with war. Doesn't this explain the problem?"
Perturabo didn't take much time to come up with a new set of equipment.
After experiments, the performance is superior, far exceeding the previous old equipment.
The army used this set of equipment to enter the Eastern Grand Canyon and annihilate the remaining biochemical monsters.
"You are so perfect, Perturabo, you are the best."
Damex praised Perturabo sincerely, full of love for his adopted son.
Amid the admiration and praise from everyone, Perturabo smiled.
Seeing Perturabo's smile, Kelly Fanny had to admit that her father was right.
"Maybe Perturabo really likes war."
On this day, a fleet appeared in the void orbit of Olympia, breaking the long-term calm.
Several gunboats landed in the city-state of Rocks, and a squad of forbidden soldiers wearing golden armor walked out.
The Forbidden Army directly expressed the purpose of this trip to the people of Lox City State, which was to find Perturabo.
"You are the son of the Lord of Humanity. You were lost on this planet for some reason. We were ordered to find you."
After hearing what the Imperial Army said, Perturabo hesitated for only a moment before choosing to follow them.
He was tired of being used as a war machine.
But his adoptive father, Damex, and sister, Kelly Fanny, were very reluctant to part with him.
They have long regarded Perturabo as a real family member.
They wanted to keep Perturabo, but they didn't know where to start.
After getting along with each other for these years, they knew Peturabo's character very well.
Once the other party decides on something, they will do it regardless of cost.
If anyone tries to stop him, he will be angered.
In the end, they had to choose to accept the fact of separation from Perturabo.
They prepared some gifts for Perturabo, forced a smile, and sent him away.
Because Perturabo felt that crying was a sign of weakness, and he hated it.
"Are you really just treating me as a tool?"
Seeing his adoptive father and sister smiling, Perturabo's heart became even colder.
He thought that these people would be reluctant to leave him, but when they heard that he was leaving with the imperial army, they smiled so happily.
Perturabo followed the Imperial Army and left Olympia without looking back.
When he arrived at the First Expedition Fleet, Mortarion from Barbarus also happened to arrive.
Learned that two more Primarchs had returned.
The four Primarchs Guilliman, Dorn, Sanguinius, and Curze accompanied the Emperor to greet him.
"My name is Mortarion." Mortarion looked excited.
After witnessing the prosperity and power of the empire, he was already planning for the future.
"Nice to meet you, Mortarion, I am Sanguinius."
Sanguinius stepped forward and gave Mortarion a hug.
"Your wings look like an angel."
Mortarion was stunned for a moment, then quickly returned to normal and praised Sanguinius's wings.
"Many people have said that," Sanguinius smiled.
Guilliman, Dorn, and Curze also walked up one by one and introduced themselves to Mortarion.
When it was Perturabo's turn, something went wrong.
"My name is Perturabo." Perturabo looked at Sanguinius, "I don't like overly intimate behavior."
"It doesn't matter, no matter what, you are my brother."
Sanguinius reached out and shook Perturabo's hand, a sincere smile on his face.
Dorn, Guilliman, Curze and Perturabo also became a little reserved when they greeted each other.
Afraid of offending this brother Primarch who had just returned.
Sanguinius did not embrace himself.
The other Primarch brothers were polite and had no enthusiasm for Mortarion at all.
Perturabo felt a little unhappy.
But he didn't show it, his expression was still indifferent.
"No. 4, No. 14."
The Emperor's voice sounded, filled with joy.
He came over surrounded by the Imperial Guards.
The raven stood on his shoulder, looking over Perturabo.
Seeing the distinct positions between the other party and the other original bodies, my heart suddenly skipped a beat.
"Wanla, another problem child!!"
Perturabo perfectly inherited the Emperor's pride and suspicion.
It means that you have to show that you don't care about something that you clearly care about.
It's like he obviously wants to get awards and attention.
But he just said, I don't need it, don't bother me.
When someone leaves, my heart becomes upset again.
If you don't play with me, Tie Baobao is unhappy, very unhappy.
Raven suddenly felt so tired! !
You have to help the big guy travel to other universes, and you have to find a way to help him enlighten problem children.
This partner acts like a home nanny.
Fortunately, the imperial army sent to Barbarus listened to his words and did not snatch Mortarion's head.
Otherwise the problem child gets +1.
"Father??"
Perturabo and Mortarion looked to the Emperor.
"I am the Emperor of Terra and all mankind, and also your father." The Emperor said: "I am very happy that you can come back."
"I have learned what you have done. You have saved those worlds and united them. You have done well."
"Are you willing to be loyal to me and serve humanity with me?"
"I have nothing else to ask for. I swear that I will always be loyal and serve you."
Perturabo knelt down on one knee and said sincerely.
"Me too." Mortarion also nodded.
"Get up, my sons." The emperor helped the two men up. "The road ahead will be bumpy and difficult. I hope you will not forget the oath you made today."
"I will never forget it." Perturabo said firmly.
"Me too." Mortarion nodded again and again.
The raven cursed quietly at the side.
Me too, me too, Mortarion, are you a Sha Monk? ?
"Please allow me to introduce you to Mr. Raven, another ruler of the empire."
The Emperor pointed to the raven over his shoulder.
"He represents one of the heads of the Imperial double-headed eagle."
"Nice to meet you, Fourteenth, Boss Pi." The raven waved its wings and greeted the two of them.
Mortarion and Perturabo stared, amazed that a raven could become the Emperor's partner.
After a moment of hesitation, they nodded and greeted the raven.
"Mr. Raven is a very nice person. As long as you have delicious chips and ketchup, you can ask for his help."
Sanguinius moved closer to Mortarion and explained the raven's quirks.
Seeing this scene, Peturabo felt a twinge of jealousy in his heart, as everyone obviously returned on the same day.
Why do they like Mortarion more than themselves.
He is obviously the best one.
"You seem unhappy."
The raven alighted on Perturabo's shoulder.
"I'm not unhappy, I just think it's all meaningless." Perturabo pretended to be nonchalant.
"In that case, let's have a game of Quint." Raven said: "As long as you win, you can become the Imperial Warmaster, or the Regent or something."
Perturabo turned to look at the raven, "Are you kidding?"
Raven said: "I never joke. This is a challenge opportunity that every original body has. As long as you can win a Gwent game, you can get what you want."
"You mean my brothers accepted the challenge?"
Perturabo looked at the four Primarchs Guilliman, Dorn, Sanguinius, and Curze.
Raven nodded, "Yes, we all accepted the challenge. Unfortunately, we all lost, and no one could win that Gwent game. Of course, this game is just a proposal. If you are afraid of failure, you can choose to refuse." ”
"Failure?" Perturabo showed a confident smile, "I never know what failure is?"
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(End of chapter)