Emperor's Bane

Chapter 181 God's Curse
Heydrich Mengele.

My No.11 son.

He is the curse of the gods on me.

He is a mockery of fate to me.

————— Lord of Men, Emperor
When the aftermath of the last battle and massacre slowly dissipated in those hells of flesh and blood, when the psychic singing of the Queen of Maidens accompanied her sighs, it turned into poisonous whispers and breezes, When those hideous, those miserable, those terrible creations turned into dust on the soles of boots one by one.

In the deepest part of the Earth's inner kingdom, where the Primarch was unwilling to stay, another meeting had begun.

Just after Morgan left the empty hall that made her feel inexplicable pity, the quiet atmosphere didn't stay for long: just as the waves caused by the Spider Queen dissipated, another dazzling golden light bloomed without warning, The entire hall was dragged into the icy coldness.

The Lord of Humanity, the Emperor, his majestic and tall figure is wrapped in a unique golden armor, like a sun walking in the dark world.

He appeared, raised his head, and patrolled the gloomy kingdom with neither sad nor happy eyes. When his burning upper pupils watched the distorted breath attracted by death, sin and blasphemy, these were enough to make a person The Primarch's unsettled, invisible laughter dissolved silently into his flames, leaving no trace.

The lord of mankind appeared here, his inviolable figure was always suspended on the dusty ground, he patrolled, breathed, and then locked his target, focusing his ruthless vision on the ferocious creature above the throne corpse.

"My lord."

When the empty hall turned from distorted obscurity to glorious silence in the presence of the Lord of Men, the shadowy figure of Malcador loomed from the shadow of the Emperor.

Compared with the firm and bright psychic projection of the Lord of Humanity, the projection of the Handprinter is undoubtedly much weaker: the Prime Minister of the Empire, who was in Terra at this time, really couldn't get away, so he could only use his own power , allowing part of his soul to cross half of the star field, so that he can have a real-time call and interaction with the emperor.

Although it sounds forced, any psyker knows what kind of incredible power and means are hidden behind these simple and weak words.

The emperor nodded, as a welcome to his old friend: he didn't have the time or thought to exchange pleasantries, and his will, along with his vision, was all devoted to the rotting corpse that seemed riddled with holes.

He was silent for a while, and then let his psionic projection slowly float towards the iron throne that carried the rotting corpse. After a while, he stopped in front of this decaying flesh and blood, maintaining a terrible silence.

It's like the short and fake wind and sunshine before the huge waves that can swallow the sky and the earth sweep across the coast.

The lord of mankind was silent and waiting, his flawless noble face immersed in shadows beyond the reach of his radiant light, containing a terrifying power enough to bring any arrogant army to its knees.

Finally, he spoke.

[Heydrich. 】

[Heydrich-Menger. 】

【my child. 】

[My failed child. 】

The voice rose from the golden light of the Lord of Humanity, and exploded in this emptiness of the darkest hell, without stopping for a long time.

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Squirming.

distortion.

Breathe.

Everything set sail again in a strange and crazy fantasy, as if a monster that had been dusty for thousands of years was finally opened by a group of arrogant evil believers. The dead darkness... came alive.

The most broken and rotten corpse that was dead, rancid, and absolutely dead in anyone's cognition, was in this disturbing wriggling and breathing.

come alive.

The dead air that had been solidified flowed again, bringing it vitality; the dark country that was originally dark was once again bathed in light, bringing it enlightenment; the gods who thought they would never meet again Once the king landed in front of it, bringing it the impetus to start the final conversation.

Just like that, this corpse, which was intentionally abandoned and placed here, was left with rotting flesh, yellow bones, and a pungent stench.

come alive.

It squirmed, struggled, and let its bones creak in a creepy whisper, and then broke through all the bottom lines of biology and physics, allowing the hideous head to be lifted high, He looked at the radiant Lord of Humanity.

The head that had already lost its skin, eyeballs and eyebrows was exposed to the bright air like this. It involved the slowly melting flesh and blood, and in the constantly dripping foul-smelling blood, a yellowish head appeared. A grin of broken teeth and moldy throat.

It laughed.

In this hateful smile, it whispers, and salutes.

"..."

"Father."

"...is that you?"

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The Handprinter stood behind the Emperor, his old eyes devoid of any emotion, calmly watching the creation in front of him that would drive any Astartes crazy.

But this plain appearance can't hide the turmoil in Macado's heart at all: Even Macado, who has experienced the so-called dark age of technology, rarely sees such a scene, which is vividly displayed in front of him: even Those technological lunatics who have destroyed human civilization are rarely so crazy that they make their bodies a breeding ground for abandonment and wanton experiments.

The body is dead: there is no doubt about it, but under some technology that does not involve the warp, this rotting corpse will also [come to life] on certain occasions, and even be able to speak, for that The master who is far beyond the galaxy pours out words.

Just thinking of this makes the palm of the hand tingle: even this close friend of the Emperor who has participated in the Primarch project will not understand that he has inherited most of the biological talents of the Lord of Humanity. At the same time, the No. 11 Primarch, who has been specially strengthened in wisdom and manipulative ability, is now crazy Mengele, how far can he advance with his innate knowledge and arrogant determination.

What is in front of them now is probably only the most insignificant part of the dark empire mastered by this crazy biochemical genius. It is the only object he worships to himself: his genetic father, the lord of human beings. Little to show off.

Malcador was silent, silent in the fear and dread that he hadn't seen for a long time, and in front of this palm-printer, the Lord of Humanity slowly stepped forward, separating his best friend from his already crazy heir.

His eyes never left the weird body, he spoke, his voice was as unquestionable as ever.

【Mengele, my son...】

"Call me Heydrich, father."

"I like this name."

"This is the name you personally gave me, and it is the first gift and weapon you gave me."

"You engraved it on the alloy door frame of my training cabin. I relied on the warmth on it to survive the darkest and most hopeless years of my life."

"Until I came to your side."

"Until I have the honor to kneel at your feet, bathed in reason and wisdom."

Not even the most tender words can describe the way the blond beast treated his genetic father like a grateful child referring to the elderly nun who adopted him like a An immature scholar listens to the teachings of the old teacher, just like a devout believer kneels at the feet of a god, witnessing the scars on his body healed by the light, every hymn he sings .

The most revered words in the world slowly drift out from the most distorted body, giving people a sense of sincerity full of blasphemy. Even the most suspicious wise men will not doubt the fanaticism of the owner of this voice and loyalty.

【Heydrich】raised its head, its empty eye sockets looked at the Emperor, but only got the cold words of the Lord of Humanity.

【Do not. 】

[From now on, I won't call you by your name again, No.11. 】

【You shame me. 】

The emperor spoke, it was an order that could never be refuted, it was an indestructible glacier enough to freeze time and space, it was a judgment of God enough to make the most devout [believers] abandon their beliefs in rage.

The failed Primarch was obviously stunned for a moment, but it was not lost, nor did it produce those ridiculous anger and dissatisfaction, it just continued to look up to its genetic father, and the worship in its words did not waver in the slightest.

"Your will, father."

"From now on, I am no longer Heydrich, I am your number 11."

"I'd be proud of it."

The face of the Lord of Humanity is colder than the harshest winter, like a sharp sword that chooses to bite.

It smiled, and its face without flesh and facial features could only use the hollows and rotten teeth on the skull to show the most terrifying smile.

"Say something, then, father."

"It's been so long since we had a real conversation, I've even forgotten about those nights when you and I discussed knowledge and experiments, those precious moments when it was just you, me, and endless wisdom."

"I miss them, Father."

"Say something, ask something, I will not hide anything, because I am Heydrich, I am your number 11, and I will never lie to you."

"After all, I left this useless body here just to wait for your arrival. Only your breath and your call can awaken the hidden device buried in this body, allowing me to listen again Your voice and admonition."

At this moment, Malcador finally calmed down the turmoil in his heart, raised his old head, and looked at the corpse, or No.11 Primarch.

Facing the stare of the palm-printer, the failed emperor's heir didn't separate the slightest bit of vision, he concentrated on looking at his genetic father, surrounded by the most rancid deep breath around his head.

The lord of mankind was silent, maybe only for a moment, or maybe it was a long eternity.

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【Leman Russ told me everything he encountered, No.11. 】

[The things you did on your home planet alone are sinful actions that will never be forgiven: In this great expedition that put everything on the line, the Empire has wiped out countless aliens and tyrants. There is no one who is not an executioner whose hands are stained with human blood. 】

[But even so, compared with what you have done, most of the aliens seem so innocent. 】

[Tell me, No. 11. 】

[You conducted an unimaginable number of human experiments on your home planet, causing the population of several hive cities to disappear for no apparent reason during your "War of Independence"? 】

"A small part of them did die because of the war, father."

[On your home planet, you betrayed the human rebels who fought under your command, and sold their whereabouts to the alien warlords who ruled there, in exchange for tickets to join those alien secret organizations? 】

"After witnessing my strength, they gathered behind me. I never acknowledged my leadership and responsibility to them, let alone handed over the blood-stained sword to the gatekeeper before entering the meeting hall. Isn't it common sense?"

【…】

[After you joined the ruling class of your home planet, you quickly provoked a fight in the Alien Conference, and took the opportunity to slaughter all the alien forces, swallowed the blasphemous experimental equipment in their hands, and continued their twisted ways in vivo experiments. 】

[Moreover, you, as a world savior, bewitched your people, using drugs and speeches to make them your experimental materials. 】

"Those aliens call themselves [Secret Cult], father, they are a group of homeless people who have lost the struggle in that ridiculous organization, and I soon discovered that there is no more value in being with them."

"And my experiment is not without the slightest result. Father, those individuals who have survived the experiment have become the best source of soldiers. They are strong, obedient and fearless. They are the only part of my army that will not disappoint me. They captured and reclaimed thousands of worlds, an entirely profitable exchange for your cause."

【…】

The words of the Lord of Humanity are like the cold wind whizzing through the glacier, while the No.11 Primarch's answer is flat stagnant water, without the slightest panic or hesitation, let alone the slightest bit of cover-up and begging for mercy.

Whatever the emperor asked, he said.

From one's own home planet to thousands of stars.

Until this war that has just ended.

【You abandoned your legion, No. 11, you abandoned the battle line and trust I gave you, and abandoned them in the coldest betrayal and void. 】

[Before this, the No.11 Legion was a huge force second only to the Dark Angels. Even the long war with Ran Dan did not really cause them to suffer losses, but you abandoned your Legion, you abandoned your three points The sons and followers of the second, they respect your last order, and they are trapped on those worlds without strong shelters and sufficient supplies, waiting for the reinforcements you promised. 】

[But what they waited for was only Ran Dan's army with an absolute superiority in strength. 】

[They didn't have the slightest chance of winning or preparing. More than [-] fighters fell in the first round of raids, and more people experienced unimaginable fierce fighting and torture in the following months: My intelligence department received There are some final messages from your abandoned warriors that will never be revealed. 】

[Until six months after that storm swept across the galaxy, until the beginning of the resistance of the Dark Angels in the Tarks galaxy: those soldiers who were abandoned by you are still alive, they are trapped in the underground fortress, using the corpses of their comrades Build a bunker, use your own chainsaw, fists and teeth to destroy the invading opponents, even gnaw on the corpses of your companions, drink their blood donations, and survive. They continue to fight in despair and madness, waiting for you promise. 】

[They exhausted their last strength and ammunition, snatched the communication device, and sent a message to Terra: They are concerned about the situation of the empire, they are concerned about whether the friendly front is being dragged down by them, they are concerned about my No . On the 11th, did you, the father of their genes, encounter any dangers and accidents? 】

[They are concerned about your safety, they believe in your promise, they are waiting for you and your reinforcements, and will save them! 】

[But that's a lie, a lie you've woven. 】

【During my rush to the Turks galaxy, my subordinates received a message from them. That was the last message, and there will be no new ones. 】

[There will be no more, the so-called No.11 Legion. 】

The lord of humanity was silent and furious. He spread out his palm, allowing a sentence that he held tightly in his palm to slowly float into the air.

It was a dry dying sound.

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"Tara, Tara."

"This is the Cleveland team."

"The resistance has failed, the ammunition has been exhausted, and everyone except me has died. Ran Dan's soldiers have advanced to the front of the trench."

"We didn't hold here, we failed the expectations of the emperor and father, but we will not fail more: the last bullet has been loaded, and I left a bomb for myself."

"They'll get nothing."

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The handprinter lowered his brows and eyes, and he bowed his head for what he saw.

The Emperor's hand was trembling: for the Lord of Humanity, this was a rare but extremely clear signal, and Malcador knew what kind of anger the Emperor was brewing at this time.

[What do you want to say, No. 11. 】

The words of the Lord of Humanity are like a giant dragon lurking in the dark clouds.

What greeted the anger was the rare silence of the blond beast. After a long time, the rotting body let out a sigh.

"I tried, Father."

"I have been working hard, trying my best, imitating those stupid blood relatives of mine, constantly observing and thinking about their actions, and the useless emotions between them and their legionnaires."

"I forced myself, Father, I forced myself to love them, I forced myself to love them with all I could."

"But I can't, Father."

"I can not do it."

"I have exhausted everything I have, I have investigated without sleep, analyzed the strength of each squad in my legion, and placed each person in the most suitable position to make the best use of their talents, Let experience and seniority not bother anyone capable."

"I have exhausted everything I have, and I have led them to the most difficult and legendary battlefields, against powerful opponents who are helpless against the Iron Warriors, Luna Wolves, and even the Dark Angels. I have led them to defeat these terrible Nightmare, achieved unimaginable glory and honor."

"I have used everything I have, I have contacted every trace of people I can contact, to get them the best equipment, the most cutting-edge warships, the best sources of soldiers in the world... I have guaranteed that everything in this legion is the best. Well, not even the Dark Angels have more advantages than my Legion."

"Isn't what I gave enough?"

"Don't I pay too much?"

"But...but why!"

"Even though I personally selected every soldier and officer, even though I worked day and night to make all the plans, even though I racked my brains to get everything for them..."

"But they! Still! Let me down!"

"But they! Still! Can't do it!"

The roar exploded in the hall, like a dying beast howling for the last time in the deep forest where it once dominated.

"They say they don't have good leaders and mid-level officers! Good! I'm looking! I've learned every tactic ever! I personally choose the best candidates and candidates for every position in the Legion!"

"They say they don't have the proper command and tactics! Okay! I'll come! I personally command every battle! I have calculated what will happen every second in every place, even if I lead a group of people who can understand human speech Beast, this will be a victory!"

"They said they didn't have enough supplies and enough supplies! Okay! I'll do it! Besides my legion, which legion has more than one Queen of Glory! I contacted dozens of mechanical worlds to supply me and supplement my Everything your Legion needs!"

"But even so! But even so!"

"They still only kneel at my feet after letting me down over and over again, begging for my forgiveness, because they let me down again and again."

"Yes, everyone seems to be boasting about me and my legion, because we conquered the most worlds and recovered the most territory belonging to the empire, but I know, father, this is not something to be proud of."

"According to my plan, according to my calculations and estimates, we should have regained more worlds and won more victories. This is what I have calculated a long time ago!"

"They didn't do everything they were supposed to do. They only got halfway there. They wasted your time and your career didn't come quickly."

"They were disappointing."

"again and again."

"There is never an end in sight."

The rotting corpse spewed out this angry juice, splashing down on the ground, staining the dirty floor: with this scene, the remnant spirit of the blond beast seemed to calm down, and he returned to that terrible etiquette once again, His voice also instantly returned to admiration for the person in front of him.

"Sorry, Father."

The voice was even hoarse.

"I shouldn't be rude in front of you."

The emperor didn't reply, under his golden armor, his fingers were slowly curling up, with a white glow from excessive force.

[They let you down. 】

[So, you abandoned them? 】

"That's only one of the reasons, Father."

Heydrich smiled.

"They did let me down: During the years of the war with Ran Dan, I never had a real sleep and rest: During the ten years of war, I maintained a state of high tension all the time, My pupils and my mind are filled with the battle situation, data, information and countless possible futures of most of the galaxy all the time, just like pouring a bucket of ice water into a balloon."

"I persisted, I struggled, I was on the verge of collapse countless times, rushed out of my command post in rage and irrationality, went to the forefront to start massacres and battles, to slightly alleviate the never-ending data hell in my brain .”

"ten years."

"Ten years."

"Without sleep, without rest, without even a second of slack, walking on the verge of complete madness, ten years!"

"There are countless moments, and I even have a fantasy: I imagine that you can send a brother to assist me, I imagine that I can have a handprinter of my own, who can help me deal with everything temporarily, so that I can take a break: even 10 minutes."

"But I can't: I can't make such a plea to you, I can't have a brother who is like the handprinter, and I can't have even half a moment of rest: all around me are disappointment and incompetence."

"Every morning will only bring more bad news, and every signal soldier who arrives will not tell a better situation: From the perspective of outsiders, the front I am in charge of seems to be winning steadily, but the real situation is only me. Only you know it yourself."

Speaking of this, a kind of pleasure even emerged from that twisted body.

"You know it, father, the so-called Emperor Randan, the worst and lowest imitator of you, I believe you have killed it, right?"

"You have always been like this, no one can beat you."

"Before that, I was against it. For a whole ten years, in the uninhabited darkness of the northernmost part of the galaxy, I was engaged in a space war with it. The only weapons were my legions and warriors."

"It doesn't always appear, in fact, only a few times, and the Ran Dan troops dispatched by it, both in terms of number and strength, are actually far inferior to the frenzy that my brother Zhuang Sen has to face."

"But it's still a hell."

"During that time, I couldn't believe in anything, even the world I just conquered, full of human beings, might raise the flag to rebel in the next second, even the mortal auxiliary army that had been following me might be able to rebel in the next second. Becoming Ran Dan's lackey, there seems to be an invisible barrier between me and the holy Terra, and I dare not even ask my brothers to reinforce: I dare not bet that when they come to me when, what will happen?"

"Ten years, a full ten years."

"I can only trust my legion, I can only use my calculations and wisdom to contend against that Ran Dan's emperor, against the never-ending army of aliens."

"I can proudly say that I did not lose this war, that I did not fall short in the confrontation with that terrifying alien, and that I was not deceived by its scheme."

"But my Legion."

"My warrior!"

"My impotent ones, heirs!"

"They let me down, they let me down over and over again, my most delicate plan is not [-]% implemented because of their delay and incompetence, obviously in my estimation, all the difficulties are in their ability It's within range, but they just can't do it."

"Time and time again, I have lost not wisdom, but the incompetence of my sons: it seems impossible, they say, to have a Legion against an Empire."

"But in my plan! It's all doable! Doable! And it works!"

"But there are only failures, endless failures."

"I can only sit here, write orders one after another, and watch them create more incompetence and disappointment, and watch the army of aliens nibble away at my victory little by little."

"There is no torture more horrific than this."

"So, at one point, I completely figured it out."

"I see where I lost."

Having said that, he laughed again.

That smile was enough to make Malcador's hair stand on end, the blond beast paused every word, and with the fury storm in the emperor's eyes, he spoke his own conclusion.

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"I see where I lost."

"I understand."

"All the time."

"I'm all dragged down by them."

"Just like you, father."

"I have been dragged down by these so-called heirs of mine, and you have been dragged down by those so-called human beings."

"That's what makes me miserable."

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"boom!"

The fierce sound was more terrifying than the earth-shattering sound of 1 cannons firing at the same time. The hall, which could accommodate [-] people, came to the verge of disintegration in an instant.

The anger of the Lord of Humanity was kindled by this arrogant word: only a short moment, not even a moment, but it was enough to destroy anyone who dared to challenge his bottom line.

Even the ruler of the empire, Malcador himself, felt a kind of instinctive shock in the depths of his heart under the wrath, across the farthest galaxy.

The Emperor was angry.

Really, angry.

Even if countless worlds and countries are separated, the palm printer can still be sure of this.

[No. 11. 】

[My failed No. 11. 】

[You know, what are you talking about? 】

Facing the wrath of the Emperor may seem like the most horrific atrocity in the universe, but for a downright madman, it's not something to fear.

Heydrich laughed, and his laugh grew louder and wilder, more and more like a beast than a man.

"of course."

"certainly……"

"Of course!"

"my father!"

"My Emperor!"

"My lord of all things and reason!"

"I know what I'm talking about! And I'm absolutely sure of what I'm talking about!"

"Not at this time, nor in this so-called Ran Dan war."

"The moment I met you!"

"The moment when your light shines on such a humble me for the first time!"

"The moment you took my hand and led me into the ocean of knowledge and reason!"

"I knew it!"

"When I saw your proud so-called human empire!"

"The moment I see those bureaucrats and governors kneeling at your feet, what they have done! Their dirty deeds! How their hopelessly stupid rule and words have stained your intelligence !"

"The moment I found out! Those idiots actually wanted to compare you with those trash gods! The moment I found out! Your wisdom and strength will only slowly corrode and corrupt those insects! The moment I found out... After I found out... After I found out..."

"After I found out...you have been used by these so-called human beings, the most humble and contemptible race in the universe, without any real excellence or shining point, with so-called loyalty, so-called belief, and so-called following..."

"The moment you were kidnapped."

"My Emperor!"

"My father!"

"Why do you stick to these creations! Why do you have to get involved in your most hated vortex for these garbage, why do you..."

"What about taking on that sad future?"

"Take on that..."

"The name [King of Darkness]..."

"future?"

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Like a sharp knife across the neck, bringing the quietest and coldest death, the silence blooms at this moment in this crumbling underground kingdom, among the silent king, the laughing traitor, and the shocked courtiers.

"The Lord of Darkness..."

Finally, Malcador murmured the blasphemous name, a name theoretically known only to him and the Emperor.

He looked at the emperor, but saw the most incredible moment in his lord.

pain.

The Emperor is suffering.

That is the Emperor's pain.

The poisonous needle of the curse turned into a real sharpness at this moment, and pierced fiercely into the lips of the Lord of Humanity. The emperor's face trembled uncommonly, his teeth and tongue collided with each other, and he couldn't spit out. Come up with a complete sentence.

After a long, long time, the emperor slowly pieced together a sentence.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to carry that icy tone to the end, but in a period of hesitation and silence, he compromised.

[Heydrich. 】

【tell me. 】

[Who told you! 】

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"Hahaha……"

"Hahahahahaha!"

No answer, no silence, it was a dilapidated, almost carrion that had been broken in the Emperor's wrath, just laughing in a way that even death in Hades would have terrified.

He laughed for a long time.

a long time.

"You gave me wisdom, my great Primarch, my only faith."

"You know, wisdom will allow me to understand many things, and will allow me to see the original appearance and reality of the world: I know that whether it is Magnus or Mortarion, their views are outrageously wrong, and psionic power is not The power of security, but it is also a real power."

"So, I will observe the psychic power, I will use it, although each time is a most painful torture, although I am completely unable to use its power personally: but as long as it is beneficial to you, I will go to Do."

"So, I saw it."

"I saw a glimpse of the future."

"I saw what was going to happen in this crazy universe."

"It's not a hallucination, it's not a lie, because I've lived everything I've seen: I've seen this conversation of ours, and those 1 years from now, long ago."

"I see your end, my genetic father, you will be trapped in the most terrifying prison in the galaxy, facing your most hated destiny in pain and struggle: becoming a god."

"Those humans, they will not have the slightest gratitude and tenderness for you: they will only maximize your strength, squander your inheritance, and push you into the abyss of becoming a god at the most desperate time. "

"They will degrade your empire! Waste everything that belongs to you! How can a country built by supermen be better ruled by these ordinary people! They will only destroy everything!"

"You once told me to believe in the wisdom of these so-called human beings, because they established a glorious era: but it was they who destroyed that glorious era! Aren't they the same!"

"They can't do anything! They'll just make your hard work die a little bit! They'll just stage the biggest tragedy in the galaxy! They'll even make you the core of that tragedy."

"How can you become a god? How can you become the most terrible and hopeless plague in the entire galaxy?"

"They! How! Dare! Let you do this! Let you bear the curse of the Lord of Darkness!"

"How dare they!"

"What qualifications do they have!"

"They should die! They should all be exterminated! Not one left! They are not qualified to be your subjects! Enjoy the light of wisdom and reason in your eternal kingdom!"

The blond beast was roaring, roaring at all costs, the remaining blood and flesh sprayed with his roar, dripping all over the ground.

He roared for a long time, but suddenly fell into a weird laugh.

"Hehehehehe..."

"But you needn't worry, father."

"You don't have to worry, there is me."

"I saw another future. I saw a perfect race. The appearance of that race should be the benchmark for your people. Only they are worthy of your country."

"My genetic father..."

"you have heard……"

"The Tyranids?"

"They have the most wonderful system. The end of the system, the so-called Great Devourer, is the most suitable status and crown for you. It is what I am pursuing. The whole galaxy is the most worthy of you."

"I know, you don't know these things, because they are still far away, and they may not come to our galaxy until the end of time."

"But it's okay."

"I will imitate the same species, I will let the most suitable people for you appear in this galaxy, and I will use the wisdom and power you bestow, so that your rule will last until the end of time. "

"after all……"

"My Emperor."

"Besides you, who else can rule everything in the world?"

"Besides the supreme authority of all worlds and kingdoms, what else in this dark world is worthy of you?"

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"I will do it."

"In the northernmost reaches of the galaxy, in the shadows that neither you nor anyone understands."

"I'll do it all."

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【…】

【…】

【Do not! 】

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The emperor was silent for a long time.

When he spoke again, his voice had regained that resolute indifference.

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【Do not! 】

[Heydrich. 】

[My No. 11. 】

【You did it wrong. 】

【I was wrong too】

[I used to think that you would be my rational side, a fragment of my wish to travel the world with wisdom and thoughts, and my most successful resistance to the gods. 】

[But now, I was wrong. 】

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[You are a curse. 】

【You are the curse and mockery of the gods. 】

[It took only one step for them to destroy my illusions and distort my efforts. 】

[He laughed at my insistence. 】

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[You made a mistake, my son. 】

[There is no eternal and unchanging truth in the world, and there is never an indestructible kingship. The eternity you desire, what you desire, surrounds my authority and rule. 】

[It's what I hate the most. 】

【What you believe in, what you are fanatical about, what you have crossed the bottom line for, and what you have done all kinds of evil, has never been your loyalty to me. 】

[It's your delusion, the phantom with the largest shadow in your heart, and the most vicious hurricane blown by cold technology in your inhuman heart. 】

【You are not loyal to me. 】

[But loyal to your heart, that deep shadow. 】

[The bloody throne. 】

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[I will stop you, I will send my sharpest blade to stop you. 】

[I will let the sharp blades of my other sons cut your neck and make you disappear in this world: whether it is you or your legion, you will disappear. 】

【This is my answer to you. 】

【This is my compassion for you. 】

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The blond beast seemed silent.

He was silent for a while, then smiled.

"Okay, father."

"I will wait for you, and I will wait for your sharp blade to cut across my neck."

"But before that, I will definitely not stop. I will not stop until my will is completely dissipated."

"I'll move on."

"Until witness to your eternal kingship."

"Or the blade of your sanction."

"You can choose what to do with me."

"My Emperor."

"my father."

"my sun."

"I'm happy with it."

(End of this chapter)