Heroes of the Past Shall Return

This unexpected meeting between father and son made the Emperor question the meaning of life.

Neither Guilliman nor Sanguinius possessed the same wit and humor they displayed in front of Qin Yun.

Their relationship was cold.

Like a familiar stranger.

This made the Emperor feel inexplicably upset.

He himself, an old father, was not even as good as that Outsider, the Living Saint.

However, he suddenly remembered,

I feel like I've never been able to play the role of a father or a husband well.

He deceived Erda and treated his own son as a tool.

Anyone would be called a scumbag for doing something like this.

"I am sorry for what I did in the past."

After a long silence, the Emperor uttered a statement that made all the Primarch widen their eyes.

Which Chaos Dark God possessed it?

How could their elderly father say such a thing?

Having spent so much time with the God Chosen, the Primarch have also learned to use internet memes.

There are only three people with the toughest constitution in the entire Milky Way Mouth.

I am not a god, this is part of the plan, I am Roger Dorn.

The temperament of Emperor can be easily explained to any God Chosen.

Arrogant, conceited, haughty, and unwilling to listen to advice.

Admit your mistake?

I'm sorry, it's impossible for me to admit my mistake, absolutely impossible.

These two words do not exist in the Emperor's dictionary.

Now, he's actually apologizing.

The sun in Terra will surely rise in the west tomorrow.

The Primarch looked at each other, their faces filled with shock.

They could both see confusion and bewilderment in each other's eyes.

Even during the Great Crusade, they rarely heard the Emperor speak.

Often, the other party uses powerful mental force to project what they want to say directly into their minds.

Not to mention that the other party would apologize.

Jagatai placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, clearly thinking about some trivial matter.

"You all seem quite surprised."

The Emperor's tone was calm, a return to humanity.

This prompted him to examine his past actions, and he decided to do something to salvage his image as a father.

"This isn't like you at all," Lion El'Jonson said. "You've never acted this human before. I thought you'd give us tasks in a cold, hard way. I was even mentally prepared."

"That's because my humanity has been rediscovered." The Emperor explained the whole story. "Before, in order to achieve victory, I stripped away my humanity and chose to act with absolute rationality."

"As it turns out, while this approach may have brought temporary advantages, in the long run, it will alienate me from everyone and cause me to lose everything."

"The result was the Siege of Terra, where you brothers killed each other, and the Milky Way became a playground for the gods."

"Alivia Sureka is right. I was too hasty. Perhaps this time we should have tried a different approach."

"For this reason, the Living Saint helped me regain my humanity, and now I am the real, complete me. Of course, at this stage, my humanity and divinity are still merging, and I still cannot control my body."

"This is not your fault," Guilliman said. "It is a foolish decision to blame the person who takes the blame instead of the enemy when a war breaks out."

"I agree with that statement." Lion El'Jonson nodded. "The root cause of this battle is the Chaos Gods, and you, my father, have only fought a terrible battle."

"A double failure in tactics and strategy," Jagatai added silently. "A complete and utter defeat."

"Strategy? There's no strategy whatsoever. We were on the defensive the whole time, constantly getting beaten up," Corax commented. "If you had even half the honesty of Living Saint, you wouldn't have left us completely unaware of the possible betrayal."

"He should have revealed the matter of the Chaos Four Gods back then, and then brought Lorgar back to Terra to properly train her," Jagatai added. "Many of the things that happened afterward could have been avoided."

Emperor: "..."

This criticism is far too harsh!

"What brings you here, Father?" Guilliman asked.

"I don't believe it. He must be thinking about us; something's definitely wrong," Lion El'Jonson said.

"Haha, there must be a mission involved."

"..."

The Primarch' chatter made the Emperor a little embarrassed.

Goodness, they even predicted their own predictions.

The kids have grown up; they're not so easy to fool anymore.

"The final battle is about to begin," the Emperor said calmly.

"The dead will return, and your most trusted children will also come back."

"Loyal soldiers will fight as heroic spirits."

"Every single one?" Jagatai asked.

"Those who were once loyal to humanity will be reborn in strong faith," the Emperor said calmly.

This news sent a shockwave through the Primarch.

This news really touched them.

After their resurrection, everything had changed.

When Guilliman opened his eyes, ten thousand years had passed, and all his more familiar offspring were dead.

If it weren't for the Living Saint's comforting presence, he felt he would have collapsed.

He was particularly excited to hear that his sons, who had died in battle, had a chance to return.

Auguston, Hill, come back and continue to fight for your Primarch.

Jagatai was also very excited; many of his sons had died in battle to defend Terra.

It would be a blessing if we could summon them back.

Perhaps due to the influence of this good news, the relationship between the Emperor and the Primarch has improved considerably.

When discussing matters, his tone became much more relaxed, and he would occasionally crack a joke.

The Emperor and the Primarch recounted the entire Horus Heresy.

Many drawbacks and their mishandling of the situation were discovered.

The demons attacked so suddenly that the humans who encountered them had no time to react and had not found a suitable way to fight them.

Now, facing the Chaos Gods once again, they have a much greater chance of success.

Now, the Imperium has faith, a force that can suppress the Warp.

In addition, they also learned how to use the Blackstone, which can be used to suppress the Warp.

As long as we can withstand the attacks of the Chaos Gods and wait until the Aetheric Phase Engine is completed...

They will then achieve true victory.

As the father and sons discussed the current state of the Imperium and its military arrangements,

Trajan entered and bowed to the Emperor. "The Night Haunter has been brought to Terra. Shall we see him now?"

These words silenced the Primarch, who all turned to look at the Emperor.

Especially Sanguinius,

Konrad Curze pleaded with him to bring him to Terra to face the Emperor's judgment.

As a result, Sanguinius simply locked his brother in a stasis chamber and threw him into the Void, leaving him to drift aimlessly.

"Bring him in," the Emperor said.

Before long, Konrad Curze, bound in chains, was brought in by the Adeptus Custodes. He looked extremely disheveled, with some redness and swelling on his face.

It was obvious that they had been beaten up again by the players escorting them when they arrived.

Konrad Curze has been feeling down lately.

Those God Chosen seemed to have a grudge against him, and each of them wanted to beat him up.

He was also controlled by the shackles, unable to exert the Primarch's combat power, and could only be suppressed and beaten by them.

As for why Konrad Curze was able to reach Terra so quickly.

Purely because of the upgraded Beacon Network,

Nowadays, the Beacon Network can transmit not only things belonging to the God Chosen, but also things belonging to those not belonging to the God Chosen.

However, the scale of the transmission cannot be too large, otherwise the transmission network will not be able to handle it.

A single Primarch can still withstand it.

Therefore, as soon as Qin Yun went out, he immediately had someone bring Konrad Curze over.

The speed of their work was truly astonishing.

"Hurry up and go."

Trajan urged Konrad Curze to keep going, occasionally poking him in the body with his halberd.

As Konrad Curze returned to the Throne Room, his feelings were very complicated.

He had forgotten when he last stepped into this place.

Upon reaching the Emperor's throne, Konrad Curze was forced to kneel by the Adeptus Custodes Guards behind him.

Konrad Curze tried to resist, but was electrocuted by the punishment device implanted in his body, causing him to convulse and eventually lose all his strength.

And so, the Night Haunter knelt before his own father, awaiting a judgment that would last for ten thousand years.

"It was my mistake to regard you as the embodiment of fear, and it was also my mistake to give you the ability to foresee the future."

The Emperor spoke calmly, "But your involvement in the Horus Heresy, the massacre of Vulkan, and your attempt to murder your own brother are unforgivable crimes."

Upon hearing the Emperor's judgment on his crimes, Konrad Curze's face remained calm.

His principle was that crimes must be punished.

He wasn't afraid of death, but rather of the rules of punishment being broken.

"I admit to these crimes," Konrad Curze said. "Now you can announce the verdict. Are you going to execute my mother in public?"

"No, how can you let the crimes you committed be so easily overlooked?"

The Emperor read out Konrad Curze's sentence, "You will be imprisoned inside the Tesseract Cube until the universe collapses and everything is destroyed."

"This is your end, Konrad Curze."

The Emperor spoke calmly.

"You should execute me." Konrad Curze raised his head, trying to persuade himself to accept the death penalty.

"Death has no meaning. You can no longer stop anything or destroy anything. The most painful thing is to walk towards death alone."

"No..." Konrad Curze shouted, "Kill me, kill me."

Unfortunately, no one listened to his shouts, and he was immediately escorted down and thrown into Dimensional Space.

Of course, he wasn't a person in the true sense either; the Silent King Szarekh was also imprisoned here.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the Milky Way, in the ruins of Cadia.

During the Thirteenth Black Crusade, Abaddon, seeing that the siege was unsuccessful, slammed Blackstone Fortress into the ground, causing the entire planet to disintegrate and collapse.

The Eye of Terror then expanded, forming Great Rift.

However, the shattered Cadia was not completely swallowed up, thanks to the Blackstone Pylon.

The Cadia Shard survived the raging warp Warp.

Those civilians and soldiers who did not have time to evacuate relied on the Blackstone Pylon to escape the corruption of the Great Rift and survive on the planetary fragments.

Many players from the Battle Rose Warband returned to this place with a group of Cadia soldiers.

They were ordered to come here to wipe out the enemy and allow the Adeptus Mechanicus rebuild a defense against the Warp.

The Adeptus Custodes took on the responsibility of guarding the defense line and protecting important figures.

As for why there are Adeptus Custodes in this godforsaken place, we have to talk about the Blood Games.

When Trajan lost the game, many of the Adeptus Custodes were sent out to various parts of the Milky Way to take on the responsibility of protecting the Emperor territory.

A portion of the Adeptus Custodes arrived at the ruins of Cadia to assist the Imperial Army in resisting the endless waves of demonic forces.

A blessed warship traverses the Warp Storm, heading towards one of the closest Cadia Shard to the Eye of Terror.

Upon arrival, the warship detected the life form.

"There are survivors on the ground."

The detected information took people by surprise.

How could there be anyone so close to the Eye of Terror?

If there are any living people, they should be fragments from the outside.

"Be on guard," the Little Alpaca said. "We need to prepare for battle."

After giving the order to be ready to fire at any time, the players, including the Little Alpaca, boarded the transport boat and went to the surface to check the situation.

Upon landing, players discovered that a mortal army was still fighting on this massive fragment.

They also repaired many damaged Blackstone Pylon, strengthened the anti- Warp Field, and protected themselves from Warp poisoning and pollution.

This situation shocked the players.

Humans are incredibly adaptable; they can survive in such an environment, which is truly admirable.

After some initial contact, both sides planned to have the responsible parties meet formally to discuss the next steps.

However, when the person in charge appeared before the players,

They all stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

"Dorn? Primarch of the Imperial Fists?"

The Little Alpaca was also surprised to see the Primarch of the Imperial Fists appear as a representative of the survivors.

"It seems that this Imperium has not completely forgotten me."

Dorn's voice carried a sense of vicissitude, as if he had lived through countless years.

Even in ten thousand years, such vicissitudes could not have occurred.

It's hard to imagine what Dorn went through during those ten thousand years.

"Where have you been for the past ten thousand years?" Little Gray asked the question that many players were most concerned about.

"I'm going to continue a war that has never ended," Dorn said calmly.

"What does that mean?" Cute Leader scratched his helmet.

"The God of War tried to make me submit, but I did not, and then he imprisoned me."

"I've forgotten how long I was imprisoned, maybe 100,000 years, or maybe a million years."

Dorn spoke calmly, as if he were not the one speaking.

Time in the Gods' Realm is different from that in the Realspace.

When Horus entered the Warp, only a few minutes had passed, yet he claimed to have experienced thousands of years of fighting.

Dorn Khorne for thousands of years, thrown into the desert, thrown into the battlefield, and every means was used to corrupt him.

In an unexpected turn of events, Dorn found an opportunity and escaped.

Having just returned to the Realspace, he unexpectedly found himself on this Cadia Shard.

At that time, everyone here was filled with fear and despair, thinking they were all doomed.

After all, there were no supplies, no support, only these poor wretches left.

With his powerful charisma, Dorn rallied the survivors to rebuild their defenses, organize production, reinforce the Obelisk, and fight against the endless stream of demons.

And so, they have persevered to this day with their meager resources.

Dorn's words helped the players, including the Little Alpaca, understand the cause and effect of the matter.

Khorne was truly ruthless; in order to subdue Dorn, he imprisoned Dorn for so many years.

But this guy is just too lame. Despite spending so much time and effort, Dorn still ignored him.

It was truly a case of losing both wife and army.