Hiss—hiss—
Click~ bang—bang—
The sounds of braking and car doors opening and closing echoed through the deathly silent town, startling flocks of feral pigeons and jays into flight.
On both sides of the only main road, Hunter Company members traveled light, armed with 9mm and .45 ACP submachine guns or compact 5.56×45mm rifles. They advanced steadily toward the town center, watching both flanks to ensure that any threat could be eliminated at the first sign of trouble.
Sui Yang walked toward the rear of the formation, his brow slightly furrowed as he used his Psychic Power to try to pinpoint the exact locations of the two [Offspring].
Speaking of Psychic Power...
Sui Yang found it difficult to describe the difference between having Psychic Power and not having it.
If he had to make an analogy, it was like how, influenced by Dragon Ball as a child, he would often concentrate and strike the Kamehameha pose, always believing that if he practiced a little more and tried a little harder, he could fire a blue energy wave.
Psychic Power worked the same way.
As long as he "thought" it and "believed" it, he could draw upon his own faint Psychic Power.
Of course, he could not unleash dazzling, spectacular shockwaves, much less wield elemental attacks like the classic Psychic Power lightning.
At his current stage, Sui Yang could at most use Psychic Power to investigate and sense the emotions of living creatures within roughly a one-kilometer radius centered on himself.
Yet he could sense the two [Offspring] more than twenty kilometers away. Sui Yang thought that perhaps... maybe... they truly had some kind of father-son connection?
That was why he could detect them no matter how far away they were.
But after entering this small town, which had fallen and been abandoned five years ago, the distance had become too close for him to determine which house they were in.
"Boss."
Just as Sui Yang was about to order the Hunters to split into pairs and search the entire town house by house, Arthur, who was walking ahead, asked in confusion:
"What are we doing in this hellhole? Having a barbecue?"
"No. Looking for children."
"Oh, children... Wait, children?!" Arthur stared wide-eyed at Sui Yang's casual reply.
After all, ever since the commander of the Hunter Company had become aware of the world, he had often heard his father recount their family's "magnificent" history. Seventy percent of it revolved around just how "great" Sui Yang was and how he had saved their family.
At first, Arthur had found it exaggerated. Jesus, God, and deities were all just legends, after all. Who knew whether they were real?
But as time passed, Arthur noticed that Sui Yang's appearance had never changed.
Especially after Sui Yang, in front of a group of adolescent ARS cadets, slapped someone who defied their parents and wanted to try drugs purely because it was "cool" flying...
After seeing someone literally get slapped into the air, Arthur and all the cadets promptly made it through their troublesome rebellious phases.
As for the one who had wanted to try drugs, he spent a month in bed before he could leave. From then on, he never dared touch Sui Yang's bottom line again and came to utterly despise drugs.
From that day onward, Arthur completely believed every word his father had said.
Sui Yang publicly slapping someone into the air was terrifying, sure, but whenever there was a holiday, he would take them shopping, fulfill their childhood wishes, and even listen to their personal troubles.
That made Arthur and the others view Sui Yang as more than a boss respected by his subordinates. They regarded him as an elder.
But this business about looking for children...
Arthur was baffled. He had no idea whether his boss was telling the truth or simply teasing him.
"Waaah!! Waaah!!"
Suddenly, the continuous, piercing cries of a baby made the already-alert Hunters raise their weapons and aim at the source.
It was a two-story private residence with shattered windows and no sign of its front door.
There really were children??
Arthur was stunned.
Sui Yang merely raised his left hand and waved it, signaling for the house to be searched.
Though equally astonished, the Hunters quickly regained their composure. They first surrounded the residence, then sent three two-man teams inside one by one.
Soon after, faint shouts drifted out from within: "Check the corners...!" "Clear...!" The crying, meanwhile, never stopped.
That made it easier for the three Hunter teams responsible for searching to pinpoint the source.
Before long, the radio hanging from Arthur's belt relayed a report. "House is clear. The source is in the second-floor bedroom. Two children. One of them is... very unusual."
After hearing the report and seeing Sui Yang already approaching the residence, Arthur raised his radio and ordered, "Maintain your guard. The boss and I will be there shortly."
With that, Arthur hurried after Sui Yang, and the two entered the house's living room.
"..."
By the time he reached this point, Sui Yang's emotions were complicated. Paying little attention to the dust-covered furniture and cracked walls, he went straight through the corner and up the stairs to the second floor.
Led by a Hunter, he eventually entered the master bedroom.
There, Sui Yang saw two Hunters standing on either side of the room, still holding positions that allowed them to fire at any moment. Their faces were tense as they watched the two children lying on a ruined bed.
The reason these deathless, battle-hardened Hunters were so wary was that one of the little boys had a pair of pure white wings growing from his back.
"..."
Now it was Sui Yang who stood frozen in the doorway.
The closer he had gotten to the bedroom, the more uneasy he had felt, because he had feared that his inner suspicions would be correct.
The so-called [Offspring] were indeed exactly what he least wanted and most resisted imagining: Primarchs!
The two children on the bed both had blond hair and fair skin. Though they were still infants, it was already clear that they were remarkably handsome. The winged child in particular was simply flawless.
Everything before him pointed to the extraordinary offspring created in Warhammer 30,000 and 40,000 by the God-Emperor of Mankind through genetic engineering, his own DNA, and certain "special substances"—
Primarchs.
These Offspring could be considered "Superman" in every respect. Once fully grown, they would be giants, with even the shortest standing over three meters tall.
Strength beyond imagination, speed that could not be captured by the naked eye or conventional instruments, and mastery over their respective fields of expertise...
And this "expertise" only had degrees of superiority and inferiority when Primarchs were compared with one another. Ordinary people could not contend with them at all.
The white wings and extraordinary beauty made it obvious: "the Angel," Sanguinius.
As for the other child, also blond and handsome but crying the loudest, Sui Yang was certain he was "the Lord of Ultramar," Roboute.
There were many blond Primarchs. Lion King Lion probably would not cry like that, while the "Wolf King" Russ had distinctive fangs...
But none of that was the point. The point was, why did [Primarch Descent] bring Primarchs?!
The golden light that had burst forth when he first opened the spatial passage and absorbed Omega's blood, along with the Psychic Power connection seemingly established with Sanguinius and Roboute...
He had somehow become a father out of nowhere!
Could he be...?
Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
(End of Chapter)
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