Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 397 The Real Demon King Dares to Trick the Warriors into Pleading Allegiance
"...So, back then, he stole the Gene Cult's holy relics, the basis of genetic material, from Luna, and went to Moloch's Blood Field, a place with strong conceptual significance, to obtain the 'concepts' sparks that are crucial to mankind in the long river of human history. According to the representative figures they corresponded to, he shaped each Primarch's completely different and ignorant intellectual buds, and finally added a little of his own genes to the flesh left in the world, creating the Gene Primarchs we are familiar with. - As for how to make these extracted, completely different, unique and personal sparks obey his words without paying too much attention and constantly fulfilling his promises - it is much easier to draw big pictures and let people work than to implement everything in practice. Doesn't he want to free up his hands for other things?"

As he was getting excited, Ramizane picked up his coffee cup and took a sip of the milky Reka coffee. Meanwhile, Rilano, who was sitting opposite him, was so shocked by the prince's bold, crazy and endless reasoning that he was completely speechless.

"Speaking of this, have you ever thought about this? Since babies were already being raised in experimental chambers, without the traditional and more common marriages among humans, and without the Primarchs being given mothers to nominally take care of them, and without even a nanny - then why must it be a father-son relationship? Must it be a genetically related offspring? Why must one use one's own genetic material to create the Primarch's physical body? In this universe full of symbolic meanings and concepts, is this really done simply to illustrate things like 'they are also humans' or 'the Primarchs were created for the future of humanity'?"

As a warrior who could not be happy with high blood pressure to the point of fainting or having a heart attack, Rilano had begun to hate the setting for the third time that once Fearless wanted to have a heart attack or faint, he would be forced to wake up again by the drug injection and crazy first aid of the automatic emergency system. The chief steward of the royal court could only be extremely grateful that he could lock himself by locking his joints so as not to lose his composure too much.

"Obviously, from what I know, even if you want to use charm or illusion-related psychic powers - oh, we used to call it 'witchcraft' or 'magic', if the target is very powerful, then the success rate with a medium is always higher than without a medium, right? For example, with friendship as a catalyst, the success rate of magic will obviously be higher than that of strangers. If the medium is still a very strong relationship, then the success rate of these mysterious magic and memory information engraved in the blood, bone marrow and DNA spirals will be infinitely close to 100% -"

He grinned as the poor old fearless warrior kept shouting "Oh my God! No! This can't be true!" and freezing in fear.

"Yes, if a father wants to cast a spell like 'No matter how pale my words are, they will believe the dream goals I give them' on their son, then even if the mortal has no psychic power at all, the possibility of success will be very high. Then, what if a psychic like the Emperor casts a magical bond to give life to the body?"

"…I'm sorry! Your Highness! I can't listen any more! Please don't torture my ears and make me doubt my loyalty for the past life! Please tell me your goal! My Lord, if you tell me that your ultimate goal is to become a new human ruler to replace your father after telling me so many secrets and truths, then the credibility of what you said before will be greatly discounted. - How is this different from the goal of the great betrayer? It may be possible to drive those young people to serve you, but it still cannot convince me."

"Huh? Who said I was going to replace him? That position is too unlucky!"

"You've confused me. You...Aren't you trying to tell me that everything I've believed in could just be a lie told by a majesty to his subordinates? With all due respect, although what you say does sound reasonable, your biggest problem is that you have no real evidence to prove either: the lie is a lie, and the truth you insist on is the truth."

"I will not claim to know everything. Ten thousand years, or perhaps not ten thousand years, of endless war and chaos, after the passage of time, even the Horus Heresy, a major event that shook the entire universe and the center of the human empire at the time, has become a vague, fragmented, distant legend that even the parties involved cannot fully describe: no one can accurately describe what happened at the time, no Primarch can, not even the Emperor himself, because I don't think he can be sure what he has become, what he has forgotten, and what he has pieced together in the vague ten thousand years."

The black-haired and ice-blue-eyed Primarch behind the desk spread his hands toward the Ancient Sage. "You see, this is almost a hellish joke: if he is a god, then we can be sure of his thoughts, because gods have rules; and if he is a human, we don't know what he is thinking, because the fastest changing thing in the world is the human heart." "So what you mean is..."

"If you ask me for concrete evidence for what I just said, I really can't produce it now. But after listening to what I said, you also think it is very reasonable, so we can easily deduce that the emperor is now in a very dangerous situation! We need to endure hardships in this border area, take our time, and eventually go to rescue him!"

“Ah? …Ah?”

"Now his own mind, his soul, and the souls of countless humans and Astartes that he has taken in over the past ten thousand years, all rely on his willpower and determination that no one knows! He doesn't know when he will give up, so we have to slowly accumulate strength here, and finally... go to Terra, eliminate the rulers, and save the Emperor! You really should go out and see the Empire today. How can you do this with those insects! It still depends on me... Perturabo and several highnesses to work together to restore order, don't you think?... Hey! If it's a reliable elder like Elder Rilano, he will definitely understand me!"

Suddenly, like a ray of sunshine shining through the thick dark clouds in Rilano's already chaotic heart, he suddenly realized that the Primarch in front of him was not trying to discuss with him about "who occupies the throne on Terra" or "who occupied the Empire and claimed ownership of all mankind". The meaning behind these things he discussed with him was that the half or split or spirit of the fourth Primarch - whatever the case, the chapel faction, cafeteria faction and dormitory salon faction on the Destiny Steel each had their own opinions - that is, Ramezane was actually discussing "rule" with him, not "occupation".

Once he realized this, the heart of this truly respectable sage suddenly softened.

As a veteran who had served since the Unification War, he had personally heard and seen far more eras, human diversity, and many completely buried facts than anyone else, so much so that in M41 he would have been declared a heretic who should be burned on the pyre by the Ecclesiarchy and the Inquisition.

"Ah, so that's it." Fearless's voice softened as he became more relaxed. "What you actually want to tell me is that you are not that interested in seizing your father's throne and becoming the Lord of Mankind, but you want to deal with the enemies of mankind, rescue His Majesty from the encirclement of insects and clowns, and finally let all mankind live a peaceful life. This is the goal you provide us, and you hope to get our support and help, right?"

"Oh!" Ramizane, who was worrying about how to prove himself to Rilano again, clapped his hands in approval, "That's right! You are worthy of being the elder of Rilano!"

(End of this chapter)