Everyone Loves the Archangel
A sudden Warp storm forced the Dream Fleet to accelerate towards Mandeville Point in the Solar System.
Meanwhile, on the bridge of the Phantasmal Dream, Mordred, who had just been pried out of the wall by Valdor, was receiving a scolding from his elderly father:
"The power you show in the game is all fake. Don't play with that idiot anymore. Use that time to kill more people. Didn't you do a good job in the Hive City before?"
Even some heretical experiments are fine, as long as you report to me, I'll allow it."
Perhaps it was because of that red scarf that the Golden Giant felt a strange sense of crisis. No matter how big and round the pie in his sky was, he couldn't resist the fact that others were really nice to Mordred.
"I know, but why do I feel like your whole body is turning black? You're not going to be sent away, are you? If you're about to die, just let me know in advance so I can divide the inheritance with the brothers."
If Mordred kept his mouth shut, the Emperor would place him on the same level as Horus, but the moment that bastard opened his mouth, he felt choked up and sat down on the sofa to close his eyes and rest.
Mordred didn't act foolishly again. No matter what, the Emperor was standing up for him, and the Khorne had been screaming quite pitifully earlier.
Due to historical issues, since the fall of the Aeldari Empire, the Pointy-eared sprouts have been completely fragmented into various factions, and a large number of Webway maps have also been lost, as fragmented as the air in a Lay's potato chip, completely shattered.
With the help of Kialan, a student from Commorragh, Atlas drew up a stable Webway map from the periphery of Serenity to Olympia, and finally to Nostramo.
As for other places, the only option is to Warp Voyage for a second stop, but even so, it is still many times faster than simple Warp Voyage.
As the fleet passed the Pluto Fortress, a Webway Gate unfolded from the void, and Kialan's figure appeared in the Holographic Projection. The Adeptus Custodes turned their heads away, selectively ignoring this blasphemous scene.
This wasn't the Emperor's first time entering the Webway, and not only that, he also had a close Aeldari friend. In that chaotic Dark Age of Technology, the Yellow Skins and the Old Prophet roamed around, leaving behind the urban legend of the Galactic Thief Saint.
Gazing out the porthole at the dilapidated yet still hopeful creation of the ancient Old Ones, the Emperor couldn't help but wonder just how powerful they were, and what the world would be like if they were still alive.
Perhaps the Warp wouldn't be as chaotic as it is now, perhaps war wouldn't be the only melody in the galaxy, perhaps the Warp would truly become a paradise, as countless races have fantasized about.
Glancing at Mordred, who was chatting and chuckling to herself with the female Adeptus Custodes, the Emperor sighed at how lucky the dog was. She had managed to trick Xenos into serving her and enjoy the convenience of the Webway ahead of time, while he himself had to struggle to build roads.
But what belongs to others is ultimately unreliable; humanity must possess its own Webway and skills to transcend all things.
Looking at the Pointy-eared sprouts guiding the fleet in the Holographic Projection, the Emperor knew the name of this Abhumans, who was certified as Psychic Power specialized species - Kialan.
In the Aeldari language, Kialan represents a wasp, an uncertain future, which coincidentally corresponds to Atlas.
How did you get them to obey you?
"You mean you'd work for me? It's simple. The Aeldari fears the Chaos God and is terrified of being dragged into the Chaos God's territory for eternal torment after death."
I then went along with it, forming the Dark Moon Cult worshipped me and granting them peace in the afterlife—a win-win situation indeed.
Don't think I'm exploiting them. They enjoy all the benefits of Atlas every day. I treat them as my own people, bestowing upon them new glory and mission. Don't you have anything to say about that?"
The Emperor, of course, had nothing to say and continued to observe everything as usual. But it was precisely this aloof and superior attitude that made Mordred feel a surge of displeasure.
"Old Man Huang, now that the Lizardmen have already taken shape, the Webway construction will accelerate, and we can allocate some resources to infrastructure development."
You lived through that era, and you know where I come from.
Leaving aside distant examples, let's talk about Terra right under your nose. I don't believe you're so blind that you can't see the horrific conditions there; they live worse than animals.
Moreover, this is not an isolated case; most of the people in the entire empire are like this. Let's postpone the Great Crusade and at least let them live like human beings.
"If no changes are made, then when a crisis comes, without a strong government to suppress them, they will definitely betray the empire."
"Then continue to suppress them! This is your duty as Imperial Warmaster. As long as the Great Crusade succeeds, everything will be alright." The Emperor's cold words extinguished Mordred's illusions.
"Yes, yes, yes! As long as the Great Crusade succeeds, everything will be alright. You bastard, all you know how to say is that. But what will happen after the Great Crusade ends? You haven't thought about the future at all!"
"The Civilians are all ignorant, while you are looking too high and too far. Since you keep saying that you are doing this for humanity, then you cannot leave the masses. Those who are separated from the masses never have a good ending."
Neos, I'll ask you one more time, do you want to be a savior, a high and mighty god?
I Am Not a God!
I Am Not a God!
The same answer came from another person, the Great Angel Sanguinius, who refused the offerings of his people, and he spoke with unwavering conviction even though no one believed him.
Like all Primarchs who envied Guilliman, Sanguinius, still an infant, was thrown to the other side of the Milky Way by Warp storm.
He landed on the satellite Baal, which was filled with radioactive dust, and was discovered and raised by a local tribe called the Blood Tribe.
In fact, the locals originally intended to kill him, but Sanguinius had mutated a pair of wings on his back, he was clearly not a normal human, and they wanted to capture him and roast him like chicken wings.
However, they discovered that the little guy was a fighting prodigy who had killed a super-sized scorpion in the local area of Baal at a young age, which led them to decide to take him home.
Just like the little story about how the Emperor shattered the Void Dragon with a stone, every Primarch has their own unique strengths, and Sanguinius is no exception.
Thanks to the Primarch's superior physical abilities, the Sanguinius can traverse Baal's radiated desert without any protection and are highly skilled at repelling hostile mutant tribes.
If Dorn is playing Frostpunk, Zhuang Sen is playing the Arthurian legend, Mordred is playing Borderlands, then without a doubt, Sanguinius are playing Fallout: Mad Max.
With the Primarch's unique knowledge package, the little Sanguinius quickly became the leader of the Baal tribe, and eventually became a god-like figure in the hearts of the local people.
Years later, the little Sanguinius became Great Angel. He led the Blood Tribe to defeat the mutant tribe on the planet, whose numbers far exceeded theirs. With the help of prophecy, he launched a counterattack on the main planet and completely unified Baal.
Today, all the tribe members gather together to listen to the Great Angel's teachings and celebrate this hard-won and great victory. "How great, Sanguinius! We love you!"
No one dislikes Sanguinius; even Baal's deadly scorpion would get severely sunburned under the light of Sanguinius, turning red and swollen.
Hearing the increasingly exaggerated praises circulating around them, the two Scavengers, who had subtly slipped in, exchanged a glance and uttered the same words in unison:
"He's so good at it, I love it!" ×6