"Then let the Primarchs grow up at Malcador's side."
"They could learn responsibility, duty, strategy, and diplomacy from Malcador. After all, it was Malcador who persuaded me to stand with him and bear the burden of humanity."
"They could learn from you as well—your mercy, your simple and direct way of communicating, your humanity. You still retain your humanity. Anyone who interacts with you is inevitably influenced by you, and the Primarchs would learn things from you."
The Emperor envisioned all the possibilities for the Primarchs' education.
Qin Mo looked at the Emperor, helplessness in his eyes.
The Emperor continued speaking to himself. "No matter what, I must turn the Primarchs into something that belongs to humanity. Their essence is made up of powerful beings from the Warp. You have no idea how much effort it took for me to obtain them. I cannot simply wait for them to become weapons of my enemies."
"You always say Erda caused this or that. She does have a naïve streak, but she must have been influenced by something as well—by the gods in the Warp, for example. If I merely keep the Primarchs' essence in my hands, perhaps one day the gods will take them away by some other means and turn them into their weapons."
The Emperor muttered as he tried to divine the gods' intentions.
"No matter how powerful the gods are, they cannot enter the Real Universe from the Warp. They need agents within the Real Universe."
"Once the Primarchs are created, I can still gather them and lead them. But if their essence is taken away in its current state, then there will be nothing I can do."
Hearing this, Qin Mo nodded in agreement. "Exactly. The gods need agents in the Real Universe, and then you created