Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 45 Emperor, what can I do to save you?
Emperor Fantasy.

just now.

It was a magnificent room, with a crystal chandelier on the ceiling casting soft light, a polished marble floor covered with a pure cashmere red carpet, and amazing works of art inlaid on the walls.

The emperor himself was sitting on a chair near the bookcase, his tall and glorious body wrapped in an elegant golden robe, with a golden halo behind his head, and his whole body exuded a divine aura that made people approachable.

Knock knock~
Sister Grace stood respectfully outside the door and knocked gently on the half-open door.

"Come in, my sister, you must have good news for me."

The emperor put down the book in his hand and looked at Grace with a smile.

Because of her vow of silence, the Sister was unable to answer the Emperor's questions verbally, so she first used sign language to express her reverence for the Holy Emperor.

Then, the whole body squirmed and deformed like slime fluid. Under the Emperor's calm gaze, the figure continued to grow taller and the physique became stronger.

A few seconds later, the elegant nun turned into a big bald head, wearing power armor with snake scale patterns.

It's Alpharius!
"My father, according to your instructions, after Sister Grace took over as the teacher of Laxana Crownguard, I exchanged identities with her."

If Galen were here, he would regret it to death.

How could he not have thought that the nuns who had taken the vow of silence would not speak even when facing the most cruel punishment of the empire.

Even if we exclude the special effects of Heart Steel, how could a Sister of Silence who could be beaten to tears be without problems?

After Alpharius finished speaking, he took out a top-secret intelligence from his arms and handed it to the Emperor.

The emperor nodded calmly and opened the top-secret information.

On the first page of the intelligence, Lux's name appeared prominently.

The content recorded inside was the growth data of the huge amount of spiritual energy in Lux's body over the past six months.

The emperor was secretly shocked that such a weak little girl actually had such terrible power hidden in her body.

After only six months of instruction and training, the spiritual energy in his body increased almost exponentially.

The Emperor quickly read the information about Lux, and with a slight movement of his index finger, the white paper was instantly destroyed at the atomic level.

"Well done, my dear son."

The emperor was generous in his praise.

"There's one more thing I want you to do."

The Emperor hooked his index finger, and Alpharius immediately leaned over to listen.

After whispering mysteriously, Alpharius transformed back into the form of a nun and respectfully exited the room.

After Alpharius left, the Emperor used his vast psychic powers to make a psychic call to Malcador at the Imperial Palace on Terra.

"I have a feeling that the Primarchs will be gathered soon, and the real Great Crusade will begin. Our plan is being implemented step by step."

Malcador's humble, deep, yet slightly old voice echoed in the Emperor's ears.

"Congratulations, you are one step closer to realizing your dream. But this news is not worth spending so much energy on casting this kind of psychic spell. Finding the original body is the inevitable result.

I need to remind you that Chaos will not simply watch us advance the Webway plan, they will definitely interfere, you must make more backup plans to ensure success."

"I know, Malcador, my old friend, and there is something I wish you to do."

"what?"

"The Primarch of the Second Legion, he has a sister who is extremely talented. I have never seen such a brilliant psyker.

Even my son, the work of my heart and soul, who inherited my psychic gift, may not be as good as that little girl."

The Emperor stood up, put the book in his hand back on the bookshelf, and took out a book about psychic education, which he wrote himself.

"You want me to teach her? Isn't that son of yours enough?"

Malcador frowned, although it was never too cautious in such matters.

"No, I feel a little uneasy. I need to install a safety valve for that matter. This is the second backup plan." "I thought I was the second backup plan."

"If that happens, Malcador, I will need you to keep an eye on the Empire for me."

The Emperor's tone was extremely sincere. The appearance of Lux made him see an opportunity for the future of the entire human empire.

"But what about your child? I've read his file. He's a child who values ​​family and kinship very much. Have you thought about the consequences?"

Machado was worried.

The Emperor sighed deeply. "Malcador, I need you, even if the price may be a Primarch's embrace of Chaos."

"This is not a particularly huge price. The Empire can bear it, and so can I. Even if I lose one, two, or three, I still have so many Primarch children fighting for me and dedicating their loyal blood to this great cause."

"I still want to say that this is too cruel for them, brother and sister."

Malcador smiled bitterly and said, "I have no right to accuse you of being cruel. How many people have died in my hands after I issued the extermination orders?"

This is the Emperor, he is great, merciful, yet cruel and ruthless.

The Emperor sincerely loves the human race, and he is willing to do anything at any cost to ensure the survival of the human race in this dark and cruel universe.

Even if he wanted, he could be promoted to the fifth god directly in the decisive battle with Horus and escape the future of sitting on the Golden Throne and enduring endless torture day and night.

But he did not choose this easy path, because the price would be the extinction of the human species.

The Emperor resolutely chose to face the Four Gods and kill his own offspring with his own hands.

He returned victoriously to his golden throne, where he sat for ten thousand years and ten thousand years.

"Sacrifice is the foundation of empire."

The Emperor hung up the psychic communication.

He walked to the window and looked at the starry sky. Countless humans in the entire empire were reflected in his eyes, but his back looked so lonely.

No one knew his sorrow.

perhaps
The Emperor knew all this long ago. His flagship was called the Emperor's Dream. He knew very well that everything he did was just a dream. Humanity could never rise again, and the galaxy could never have peace. All this should have been destroyed in the Great Rebellion, just like the Emperor's Dream that disappeared in the dazzling fireworks...

But the man never gave up hope. He would rather his dream turn into a nightmare. For the illusory hope of mankind's future, he would rather sit on the golden throne and endure eternal torture.

He saves mankind, but who can bring salvation to him?

Galen sat on the deck looking at the stars irritably, his mind in a mess for no reason.

The Lion King keeps the secrets of the Space Wolves for the Wolf King.

Even the foul-mouthed Dorn made statues for each of his brothers, and after the rebellion they simply had people cover their heads with statues of the rebellious primarchs.

Perturabo prepared gifts for each brother, but did not give them out because of his twisted personality.

The war hammer that Volkan carefully crafted for the Warmaster was not delivered because of the rebellion.

Guilliman customized a chair for each of his brothers, the Emperor, and Guilliman, hoping that he could return to his hometown with his brothers, the Emperor, and Guilliman after the Great Crusade.

"Ugh"

"what happened?"

Ruth came over and sat next to Galen.

"Ruth, can I ask you a question?"

Galen looked at Russ's slightly yellow pupils.

"of course."

He hesitated to speak, and the words did not come out for a long time.

"nothing."

(End of this chapter)