From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Chapter 574: The Young Primarch’s Kind Smile
"The Blood God's Gift"

The vampires roared hoarsely, and their chaotic brains barely managed to piece together a cognition—

The one before us is the Primarch!

If they can be sacrificed, Khorne will grant them supreme glory!
The most greedy bloodthirster jumped into the pit first, holding the flaming sword high, ready to chop off the child's arm as a "greeting gift".

However, just as the sword was about to fall.
The child opened his eyes.

Those were a pair of eyes as pure as molten gold, and deep in the pupils were sparks that did not belong to a child.

He tilted his head, as if he was curious about the hideous demon in front of him, and then he showed an innocent smile.

"boom!"

The pink fist was swung out lightly.

The vampire's head exploded like a ripe watermelon, and the rotten black blood and brain matter splattered all over the face of his companion behind him. The headless body stiffened for a second, and then fell to the ground with a bang.

The rest of the vampires were stunned.

They looked down at the remains of their companions, then looked up at the still giggling child. Their confused minds were unable to comprehend what was happening.

"Roar--!!"

After a brief moment of shock, confusion was replaced by rage.

The remaining bloodletting vampires pounced at the same time, and the flaming giant swords intertwined into a web of death.

The child just climbed up clumsily and took his first shaky steps.

"boom!"

The moment he took the second step, the ground cracked and the shock wave shattered the three nearest vampires into pieces.

"Hey hey hey"

He laughed even more happily, and with a casual wave of his little hand, another demon was slapped into the rock wall like a rag.

Just as the demons fell into chaos, a second golden light appeared in the sky.

Boom—boom—! !

Athena also fell into the battlefield like a meteorite, creating a circular shock wave the moment she landed.

The Spear of Victory swept out, and a crescent-shaped psychic blade of light spread out. The demons within a radius of 100 meters didn't even have time to scream.

The vampire's body fell apart in the golden light, shattering like a dried clay doll. The Chaos Wizard's staff suddenly exploded, and the backlash of Chaos psionic energy burned them into twisted charcoal.

Even those stormtrooper heretics who realized that the situation was not right and chose to hide behind buildings were exploded one after another, and their power armor was crushed like a can by the invisible force.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Athena, who had been kneeling on one knee, slowly stood up.

Her long, gilded hair fluttered in the aftermath of energy, every armor leaf on the hem of her battle skirt jingled, and her eyes, filled with rage, were more captivating than the psychic energy leaping from the tip of her spear.

"die."

This one-word judgment is like ice falling to the ground.

The Spear of Victory slammed heavily into the ground, and pure spiritual energy burst out in a radiating manner.

The surface of the entire town was instantly coated with a layer of golden light. All the chaotic creatures that had not been destroyed were reduced to ashes under this holy burning. The corrupted fungal carpets attached to the surfaces of the buildings also began to curl up and fall off, like mold exposed to the scorching sun.

When the last trace of filth dissipated, Athena turned and looked toward the crater.

The wheat-skinned toddler was sitting at the bottom of the pit, holding half of the devil's horn in his chubby little hands and sucking on it with relish, like a teether.

On the blood-stained face, a pair of molten gold eyes "blinked", reflecting the majestic figure of the goddess.

"Mama!"

The clear voice of a child broke the silence.

? ? ? ? ?

The spear of victory that Athena had just raised froze in mid-air.

His usually calm face showed a rare look of surprise, and even the divine light flowing around his body froze.

This title was obviously beyond the scope of the Goddess of War. Even though she was calm in the face of thousands of troops, she didn't know how to react at this moment.

"Hey"

The child had already stood up shakily, and took clumsy steps with his little feet covered in sand.

He swayed from side to side like a penguin, but persisted in moving closer to Athena.

On the way, he stumbled over the wreckage, but he just giggled and got up and continued to move forward. When the little hands covered with saliva and blood finally grabbed the goddess's combat boots——

"Crack!"

Spider-web-like cracks suddenly appeared under Athena's feet.

It was not because of the weight, but because of the psychic energy unconsciously released by the Primarch, which was resonating wonderfully with her divine power.

Athena looked down at the little guy who was just slightly taller than her ankles. The little guy was looking up with a dirty little face and a bright smile on his face.

The Spear of Victory trembled slightly in her hand, as if reminding her of something.

Roar.
Ouch.
A low and distorted roar came from the north of the town, like thunder rolling across the desert, bringing the Goddess of War back to her senses from her shock.

Athena narrowed her eyes slightly, and her divine body could clearly capture the beating of the Chaos drums ten kilometers away, as well as the friction of armored tracks rolling over gravel.

The legions of Khorne are reorganizing, and the movement here undoubtedly points them in the direction.

She had to act now.

At this time, Athena knelt on one knee, and the armor plates of her gilded battle skirt made a crisp collision sound.

She stretched out her left hand and gently held the little guy in her arms.

The young Primarch was surprisingly warm, the psychic energy flowing beneath his skin was as gentle as the sun, completely different from the chaotic energy raging on the battlefield.

"hungry."

The little guy twisted in her arms, and his pink little hands instinctively grabbed her breastplate.

Those eyes like molten gold carried the primitive desire for food that humans have when they are hungry.

If an ordinary baby had acted like this, he would have been shaken away by the divine power long ago, but the nature of the Primarch allowed him to get close to the body of the Goddess of War without any obstacles.

Athena was not angry, but instead showed a loving smile.

Her slender fingers gently brushed away the dust on the child's face. When her knuckles brushed against his soft cheek, tiny golden sparks flew at the point of contact. This was the resonance generated by psychic energy.

It seems that after being completely "bound" to the Emperor of Mankind, her latent maternal instinct was unconsciously aroused.

She had never experienced such a surge of protectiveness.

Every breath and murmur of the cub in her arms struck her mind like a primordial war horn.

perhaps
This was also Sui Yang's "plan". In such a chaotic situation, he entrusted the most precious offspring to her in order to awaken her dormant maternal ministry.

But practical problems ensued.

Athena lowered her eyes and stared at the young Primarch in her arms, the golden divine pattern flowing between her eyelashes. Although the body of the main god of Olympus was theoretically fully capable of breastfeeding, the fact that she had not yet conceived made this "gift" like a locked holy cabinet to Athena.

Her slender fingers stroked the child's skin, which glowed with a light golden glow, and she could clearly feel that this perfect body was trembling slightly due to lack of energy.

The Emperor's bloodline's nutritional needs far exceed those of mortal babies, and at this moment the Tatooine desert is like a scorching furnace, greedily "evaporating" all life energy.

The most important thing is that when they used the portal opened by the Emperor to come to Tatooine, they did bring enough supplies, but they did not bring biological technicians who could prepare exclusive nutrients for the Primarch.

Besides, they had not expected a Primarch to come to Tatooine.

The Imperial Fists led by Sigismund had no relevant professionals. In addition, the battlefield environment was harsh, and the emergency food might not provide sufficient nutrition and calories for the Primarch.
correct!

Athena suddenly looked up, her eyes piercing towards the south like a sharp sword.

She felt the fluctuations of divine power coming from the southern sky. It was the unique energy rhythm of Hera, the goddess of marriage, like a hymn interwoven with roses and frankincense.

If we talk about who can provide the most perfect nurturing for the Primarch on Tatooine today, it must be Hera.

Then, the Spear of Victory began to vibrate at a high frequency in her palm. The ancient Greek inscriptions written on the tip of the spear were no longer simple defensive spells, but transformed into a flowing amber light cocoon.

These divine texts, which contain the original power of the Goddess, weave a complex "swaddling cloth" matrix while wrapping the original body, allowing the baby to temporarily obtain nutrients through the resonance of divine power.

"Hold on, little one."

The goddess' voice was filled with the multiple harmonies unique to the Olympian gods.

She fitted the light cocoon-like "swaddling clothes" in front of her breastplate, and the originally indestructible golden armor unexpectedly flowed and reorganized like liquid, forming a groove inlaid with olive branch patterns at the heart position.

And under the nourishment of Athena's divine power, the young Primarch finally stopped his restlessness.

The arms of the goddess exude the unique "breath" of Mount Olympus——

It is a cold fragrance refined by war and wisdom, mixed with the fresh scent of golden olive branches and a hint of solemnity belonging to the eternal divinity.

This breath seemed to form an invisible barrier, isolating Tatooine's scorching sand wind and bloody battlefield.

The baby's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyelids struggled for a moment between fatigue and security, and finally slowly closed and fell into a deep sleep.

His breathing gradually became steady, but his little fists were still unconsciously clenched, as if he was still wrestling with some unknown fate in his sleep.

Athena lowered her head and stared for a moment, confirming that the Primarch in her arms was safe and sound, then she stepped out of the dead town.

Her combat boots stepped over the charred earth. In the ruins behind her, the wind and sand blew up ashes, like the sighs of countless dead souls, but they dissipated without a trace the moment they touched her figure.

however--

"Thinking long makes you want to know! Knowing long makes you want to think!"

"Only the holy one! Do not be trapped!"

The sharp sound of the spell suddenly tore through the silence of the desert, as if countless rusty blades were scraping at the curtain of reality.

Athena stopped suddenly. In front of her, the space seemed to be torn apart by invisible hands. In the twisted cracks, a group of slender wizards wearing strange robes emerged.

Their skin is a sickly indigo color, and their heads are inlaid with multiple pairs of eyes that flash with chaotic light. Each pupil is spinning frantically, spying on the threads of fate.

Before Athena could react, the wizards all raised their hands, and a flood of psychic energy surged in like a tide.

Gravity collapsed in an instant, and the sand beneath her feet suddenly sank into a whirlpool;

The flow of time is frozen, and the suspended dust solidifies into strange crystals;

The fabric of reality was altered, and countless whispering runes appeared in the air, trying to corrode her sanity.

Roar~——!
With an inhuman scream, more enemies emerged from the void.

Heretic stormtroopers who worship Tzeentch, their armor crawling with runes and the hum of their blasters like blasphemous hymns.

The pink and blue horror jumped and laughed shrilly, and every leap left a burning mark of chaos on the ground.

Huge Tzeentch demons, their bodies composed of ever-changing geometric shapes, and multiple bird-like beaks chanting twisted prophecies at the same time.

They came like a tide, blades, magic, curses, all pointing to the same target, the Primarch in Athena's arms.

This group of fanatical Tzeentch followers and twisted demons know that with their power, they cannot directly compete with the Olympian Goddess of War.

However, their goal was not to defeat her - but to "contaminate", even the slightest touch, the sleeping Primarch in her arms.

The will of Chaos whispers in their ears, promising eternal distortion and ascension.

As long as they can taint the pure blood of the Emperor with a trace of filth, their mission will be accomplished, and the corruption of the Warp will take root and sprout deep in the soul of the Primarch, and one day the most splendid flower of corruption will bloom.

And faced with the "imprisonment" of multiple chaotic psychics.
The collapsing gravity field, the stagnant time flow, the torn space rifts, Athena's face is still as cold and perfect as the marble statue in the Parthenon.

There was no panic in her eyes, only burning pupils that reflected the attacking blasphemous power.

The next second, her divine body burst out with brilliant psychic light.

Such brilliance is not the chaotic energy poorly imitated by the fallen wizard, but the pure divine power from Sui Yang, like the dawn piercing through the eternal night.

The constraints of gravity collapsed, the shackles of time were shattered, and the wrinkles in space were forcibly smoothed out.

Reality solidified around her as if Chaos had never existed.

"Foolish creature."

The voice of the goddess of war echoed like a bell of judgment.

The Spear of Victory turned into a golden lightning in her hand, and the trajectory of the spear tip carved burning Greek mythology in the air.

The first group of fearful monsters that rushed over didn't even have time to laugh in mockery before they were cut by the sacred edge.

Hiss——Puff——!
The sound of the blade cutting through chaotic flesh was crisp and cruel.

The bodies of the severed monsters did not bleed, but disintegrated like broken glass. The twisted pink and blue shapes turned into drifting ashes amid screams.

"Wow!!"

The head of a terrifying monster flew high into the air, its fanged mouth still opening and closing, but it could only make meaningless hisses.

"what!!"

The other one was pierced through the chest by a spear, and chaotic energy gushed out from its wound like boiling water, eventually evaporating in a dazzling golden light.

Their demise was not death, but purification - they were completely wiped out and "absorbed" by pure psionic energy, and even deprived of the qualification to return to the warp.

Athena continued to walk, and the tip of her spear dripped with the still-burning residue of Chaos, like the embers of divine punishment.

These fanatical followers of Tzeentch made a fatal mistake. They believed too much in the advantage of numbers and forgot that in the face of true divine power, no matter how many ants there were, they were still just ants.

Without the command of the Great Demon and the suppression of the Fallen Primarch, they could not even touch Athena's skirt armor.

The goddess of war simply didn't bother to get involved with this mob.

When the last chaos spell disintegrated into pale blue embers around her, she had already swept to the south like a streak of golden lightning.

Her speed was beyond the visual movement of ordinary beings. Only the chaotic debris that exploded along the way proved her passage.

The bodies of the heretics were torn into pieces by the divine edge. Their multi-eyed heads flew into the air with stunned expressions on their faces. The twisted fear monsters turned into burning blue torches as soon as they raised their claws, and the shrill laughter stopped abruptly.

The wizard who tried to block it with psychic chains suddenly froze, and looked down to see a spear hole in his chest with golden light on the edge.

Athena's figure had already disappeared on the southern horizon.
(End of this chapter)