Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

Casca's question is very direct; intelligent people, especially those who have read the script, don't need too many roundabout ways of beating around the bush.

“I know where your power comes from, and I know where your soul comes from.”

"They are our effective weapons in the fight against evil, and we should learn to make good use of them."

"As for what kind of being you are, you will have to find out in your own way in the future."

"The journey to understand yourself is itself part of your self-realization, my child."

"But I can guarantee that your future potential is limitless."

Alright, riddle teller.

"What are your thoughts on the possible future I've described?"

When the Emperor questioned Kasgar about his understanding of Chaos, he revealed everything about the Great Rebellion.

Didn't you tell them your expected guesses?

The Emperor said that after learning about the information concerning the Warp, Kasgar unusually chose to keep it a secret, just like the Emperor.

"No."

"Because you didn't say so, I choose to believe your judgment."

Casca acted cautiously.

Since even the Emperor hadn't told the Primarch everything about the warp, Kasgar chose to trust the Emperor for now.

"You did very well."

The emperor was somewhat surprised, but still smiled and encouraged him.

"I want to know why you're hiding this."

"Words are merely a pale admonition."

He gently shook his head: "Just like a young child who will only understand the pain of failure after falling down, warning them to be careful of the unknown often backfires."

it's useless.

Have you ever seen anyone abide by the Nikaya ban?

Even if the emperor declares "those who disobey me will suffer," how many of them actually obey this prohibition in the end?

The Wolf Pack still uses Rune Priest, BYD Pony still plays Psylocke, and Storm Prophet remains Storm Prophet.

It's even more worthless than the Astartes.

By the way, the only staunch believer was named Nemir.

Later, his head was knocked off by the Lion King, who had violated the decision to rebuild the think tank.

All rules can be broken under the pretext of an emergency.

If the Primarchs were truly warned of the horrors of the Warp Chaos, perhaps in the next second, a Primarch would make a deal with Chaos under the pretext of an emergency.

Even if the price is blowing up the entire network.

So you're just going to say nothing?

"Time. They realized that the existence of chaos required time."

"To establish the network before they even try to make contact is the only viable solution I could find out out of thousands of possibilities."

"But chaos will also have its own way of dealing with it, after we receive this information from the future."

"They will only become more cunning and more difficult to deal with."

The Emperor sighed.

"This is just one possibility that will exist in the future. And I have seen many such possibilities."

The moment he finished speaking, Casca felt the world spinning.

The gilded bookshelves of the Emperor Dream flashed past his eyes at high speed, like being on a speeding train. After a period of adjustment, the rapid movement of the surrounding scenery finally came to an end.

It was a golden throne, standing in the center of the magnificent hall.

The Golden Throne.

A gaunt, ethereal figure sat upon it, just like the mural he had painted with sympathetic magic in his youth.

Kasgar felt thousands of different streams of time appearing right under his nose, rushing past at high speed before he could even see them clearly.

Countless pieces of information, possibilities from countless worlds, flooded his mind at that moment.

Various, indistinguishable prophecies appeared in his mind.

Unable to bear it any longer, Casca clutched his head in agony and knelt on the ground until a layer of golden light dispelled the images that lingered in his mind.

Unbeknownst to them, Casgar had obtained a Conrad Coates experience voucher.

"What are all these?"

"Possibilities, the infinite number of possibilities for the future. The one you mentioned is also included here."

As he spoke, his gaze focused on the golden throne.

Regardless of the information or phantom, the withered corpse on the golden throne remained fixed there, unchanged.

The outcome is decided.

In any case, this ultimate fate cannot be changed.

"Cannot be changed?!"

"But! We were just about to change it!"

"With our help, Luo Jia has abandoned that belief; he is now a staunch supporter of the Empire's truth!"

"Can't our future gradually get better?"

He couldn't figure it out.

Isn't it obvious that Luo Jia has been saved?

Casgar refused to believe that he was unable to prevent the great rebellion.

"Do not."

"Small changes are not enough to affect an inevitable trend."

The emperor simply shook his head.

He had experienced some of these things.

Too many times, countless times, the same ending left him sighing and numb.

But he shouldn't give up.

How could someone who is determined to embark on a great expedition be willing to admit that they are destined to fail?

"How."

Casca wanted to refute the other party.

But looking at his figure standing before the golden throne...

Some words are stuck in my throat, and I just can't say them.

He never gave up.

But it seems that even the most powerful giants have a sentimental side.

Casca never imagined that the Emperor would be the same.

perhaps

In a subconscious sense, he also believed that the emperor was an omnipotent god.

"If that's the case, I have one last question."

Casca paused for a moment before speaking.

"Since you already know that the Great Expedition is doomed to fail, why do you still insist on it?"

"Is the Great Expedition really meaningful?"

If humanity is destined to be dragged into an abyss of no return.

Does all of this still have any meaning?

He smiled.

Although Casca still couldn't see his face clearly, Casca could sense the Emperor's emotions.

It was a bittersweet joy.

"Expeditions are pointless."

"The expedition itself is meaningful."

As he spoke, he waved his golden arm guard on his right hand, and everything vanished instantly like smoke.

"I'm sorry, please forget everything you just saw."

"remember."

"The Great Expedition will surely succeed."

As the scenery changed dramatically, Casgar returned to the Imperial Dream.

However, this time it was at the entrance to the Emperor's private study.

“Mr. Casca, the Emperor’s appointment with you has ended.”

The imperial guards in front of the gate said with a hint of sourness.

"Now, please leave here."

He issued an order to leave.

Chapter 122 Angel, the Only Normal Person

The Emperor's Pride

In front of the huge observation deck at the bow of the ship.

Casca is under a lot of pressure right now.

As the de facto leader of the Seventeenth Legion, the Imperial Evangelists, he was entrusted by the Emperor with the mission of leading this massive legion, which currently numbers nearly 100,000 Astartes.

During the days of repentance at Luojia, the purge of Kolchis was completely completed, and welcoming teams from various expeditionary fleets were ready to fly to their respective destinations to begin new expeditions.

Soon, the entire full-strength Astartes Legion, equipped with the Glory Queen-class battleships, will be under his command, with Casgar assisting and monitoring Loka's reorganization of the legion.

From the Emperor's perspective, sending Kaska to assist Luojia was actually a good idea.

Luo Jia, this kind of charlatan, really has little experience in military command. If he is not disciplined, he could very well slide back into a crusade-style religious guard.

After all, that's all he knows how to do.

He must be given a suitable mentor, just as Horus mentored Saint Gilles, to guide him.

However, this heavy responsibility was not borne by the Primarch, but unexpectedly fell on the shoulders of the Space Marine, Casca.

"Could it be that Old Man Huang also wants to test my ability to lead a large army in battle?"

But this idea only existed in Casca's mind for a moment before he rejected it instantly.

Not too possible.

He was just a lowly Space Marine, not a Primarch.

What's the point of having the ability to manage large-scale legions?

The burdens that the legion brought him were no less than what he had to bear.

First, where does the blood tax, the carrier of the gene seed, come from?

Colchis has been completely destroyed. Without its home planet, where can the Seventeenth Legion find enough qualified young men to complete the transformation?

Should we look among the crew of the Voidship?

The first ship-based legion seems to be about to be born.