Who am I?
Where am I?
Where do I come from and where will I go?
What should I have for lunch today?
Many questions are stirring in Mortarion's brain. If an Great Unclean One came over and took a finger to suck it, he would probably be amazed by the confusing taste of Chaos.
Mortarion remained motionless, feeling that everything happening in front of him became increasingly unreal. In the end, his distracted eyes only revealed one message: This must be Tzeentch's trick! It must be!
The Emperor's body became more and more solid. After a heavy gasp, he opened his eyes and slowly stood up from Golden Throne. He was no longer as strong and heroic as before. He sat on Golden Throne and wiped away the tens of thousands of years that Imperium of Man had devoted all his energy to. It took away a lot of his strength, and the dissipation of God-Emperor and the seal of Dark King seriously damaged his spirit. If the Emperor's mind was not far beyond that of ordinary people, this experience would have been enough to make him paralyzed on Golden Throne like a vegetative state.
The Emperor belongs to A Thousand People, A Thousand Faces. His powerful psychic ability allows him to show a perfect posture in front of everyone. Only Sisters of Silence, who is completely isolated from psychic energy, can see through the veil of psychic energy and see the ordinary face of the Emperor.
This ability actually makes Lin Fan criticized. If the most perfect image in the Emperor's mind is a goddess or something like a warrior, wouldn't the Emperor be a queen-like existence in his eyes?
It can only be said that after having psychic powers, many things cannot be bound by ordinary ethics and morals.
The Emperor walked in silence without Primarchs breathing, and walked down the stairs step by step to Golden Throne. As he gradually got closer to Primarchs, the skinny body became more enlarged in Primarchs's eyes.
Leman Russ's face was filled with tears. He could not imagine the torture his dear father had endured over the years to transform from the strong man who ate meat and drank heavily to look like this.
Lorgar was even more ashamed. He once regarded the Emperor's huge size as a manifestation of divinity, but now he understands how stupid he is. How can simple standards such as size and appearance be applied to gods? Only the selfless sacrifice of burning oneself for believers is more worthy of following. A god who treats believers as firewood is just a greedy and cunning thief.
In the midst of complex emotions, the Emperor walked not far in front of Primarchs. He swept his eyes from Primarchs one by one. Everyone received the same attention, no one had more, and no one had less.
Finally the Emperor showed a smile, tired and sighing, "Even in the battle of Terra, you brothers didn't get together like this."
The Emperor has always had a weird sense of humor, just like he has for Cain Commissar's special attention is the same. However, this weird sense of humor may only be understood by the Emperor himself. Primarchs who was present only felt embarrassed and sad after hearing this sentence. This reminded them of another regrettable brother, Horus who fell into the depths of Chaos and was hopeless.
Then Golden Throne fell into silence. The scene of father and son meeting was not so touching but seemed very stiff. Tens of thousands of years of war have changed too much.
Finally Sanguinius broke the silence. He looked at Aurora and said, "Ahem... Is there one person missing? We should bring Vulkan back."
Aurora nodded, and his body became transparent and invisible before disappearing. The Emperor glanced in his direction and recognized the Aeldari artifacts on Aurora, which must have been obtained from Commorragh a certain spire noble.
After a while, Aurora and Vulkan appeared. Lord of Drakes's dark skin is quite recognizable, not to mention that he has the largest body shape among all Primarchs. Even if he takes off his armor, Vulkan is bigger than some Primarchs wearing armor.
"Ah! Brothers! I really didn't expect that the good news Aurora said was this! Let me hug you! Let's see if your spine is strong enough!"
After saying that, Vulkan strode towards the Emperor, his hands surrounded the Emperor's body and held him tightly, like a child holding a bear doll bought for him by his parents.
Huge power burst out from Vulkan's arms, and the Emperor frowned slightly. He just felt uncomfortable with Vulkan's excessive enthusiasm. Although he was much weaker now, he would not be hurt by such brute force.
Vulkan If you want a hug, let him hug you.
The Emperor thought like this and stood there like a piece of wood. People with a little bit of emotional intelligence know that they should respond to other people's hugs, such as patting the other person's back or something, but the Emperor didn't know, or He knows it and is unwilling to do it. No matter what, his emotional intelligence is extremely low. If he is made into a game character, his characteristics column will definitely read: extremely low emotional intelligence (when this person is in the team, his extremely low emotional intelligence will reduce the mood and morale acquisition efficiency of others by 50%)
Vulkan hugged her tighter and tighter, and the movement of the muscles could be seen in the bare arms. What happened next was expected by Aurora and Konrad Curze, but neither of them said much and just remained silent.
"Waaaagh!!!" Vulkan roared, and the strength of his arms inexplicably increased a hundred and a thousand times, making the Emperor feel a little breathless. The newly born skin, flesh and bones were also tightly stuck together, making him very uncomfortable.
The other Primarchs were startled by this powerful roar. Even the most Waaagh! Orks was not as shocking as Vulkan's roar.
"Vulkan! You idiot! Stop!" The first to move were Leman Russ and Lion El'Jonson. Their love for the Emperor was the same, but one was as passionate as a dog and the other was as reserved as a cat.
The two of them charged forward in stride, with the same movements and in the same direction. Their eyes were fixed on Vulkan's arms holding the Emperor, but it was not a good thing for the two of them to move in unison.
Before running a few steps, the two of them inevitably collided with each other. They determined the same route, and neither of them considered how the other would do it.
After the two stumbled, they became angry. Lion El'Jonson stared at Leman Russ and growled threateningly, "Get away! You clumsy wolf cub!"
Leman Russ smiled coldly and sneered at Lion El'Jonson's threat. He punched Lion El'Jonson in the face without even saying a word, telling Lion El'Jonson with his actions not to interfere with his actions.
A wolf, a lion, a dog and a cat. They started fighting not far from the Emperor. The two refused to give in and vowed to fight each other.
"Idiot!" Perturabo snorted coldly and was about to take a step past Lion El'Jonson and Leman Russ who were acting childishly. Before he could make a move, he saw from the corner of his eye that Rogal Dorn was taking the same steps as him.