Respect

"Wh... what?!"

Kaldor Diego's pupils suddenly contracted.

The piety and reverence on their faces were instantly replaced by utter shock.

He stared incredulously at the Daemon Primarch was enveloped in Warp warp energy.

A thunderous roar echoed in his mind—the demon before him, utterly corrupted by the power of Chaos.

It turned out to be the former leader of the Thousand Sons.

Magnus?!

This is precisely the consensus that Guilliman and the Emperor have just reached.

If they were to directly announce the return of a Daemon Primarch burdened with a traitorous reputation spanning millennia...

The entire Imperium of Man will be engulfed in a colossal upheaval.

No one will accept this outcome.

They must grant Magnus an absolutely legitimate identity.

Now.

The Emperor first announced this "truth" to the Supreme Grand Master of the Grey Knights;

Upon returning to Terra, this secret will be revealed to the Emperor's most loyal servants— the Adeptus Custodes.

As the absolute representatives of the Emperor's will, the Adeptus Custodes's acceptance of Magnus's identity undermines the Primarch's legitimacy.

Then no one will be able to question it.

At that time, Magnus, having regained his human form, will be able to rightfully stand in the sunlight and lead the entire Grey Knights Legion.

He launched the fiercest declaration of war against the Chaos Warp, becoming the sharpest and deadliest blade the Imperium of Man could pierce the heart of the Warp!

"Is... it really like this?"

Diego muttered to himself in shock.

The fervor and reverence in their gazes toward the Emperor grew ever stronger.

As expected of the Master of Mankind!

It happened ten thousand years ago.

Such a profound strategy has already been laid out!

Only the Master of Mankind.

Only then can one possess such a far-sighted vision that overlooks all of history!

The Emperor's lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

He secretly thought to himself: It's not actually that ambitious...

Guilliman rolled his eyes. "If he really had that kind of foresight."

Horus wouldn't have had that sword pierce his chest back then.

"I will obey your orders unconditionally!"

Diego's voice rang out again.

This time.

There was not a trace of hesitation or doubt in his tone.

He completely trusted every word the Emperor.

Magnus before my eyes.

It is indeed a genuine Daemon Primarch.

But Diego knew these Primarch all too well—they were proud and stubborn.

They would rather die than surrender.

How could one possibly submit to others so easily?

Could it be...?

There is a cool, arrogant, and incredibly powerful individual.

Did they really beat the Primarch into submission with their bare hands?

How is that possible!

Unless the power of the material world becomes so great that it can retaliate against the Warp!

so.

There is only one possibility— Magnus right before our eyes.

It really was a top-secret spy sent by the Emperor into the depths of Chaos ten thousand years ago!

Diego took a deep breath.

Raise your head.

His gaze was fixed firmly on the Emperor.

He asked earnestly, word by word, "What does Your Majesty need me to do?"

"As long as you give the order, I Kaldor Diego, will carry it out unconditionally!"

The Emperor's gaze fell upon Kaldor, his voice as solemn as the morning bell at the summit of Terra, each word resonating throughout the entire space:

"The man before us is none other than Magnus, the former fifteenth Primarch, the commander of the Thousand Sons, and the Lord of Prospero."

"And he is also the template for your genes."

"The entire Grey Knights Legion was created by you and me ten thousand years ago based on Magnus's elite Gene-seed, and is Space Marines legion personally protected by my Psionic Energy power!"

"Magnus is the Gene-Father."

"Now, after enduring ten thousand years of humiliation, he has finally come to your side again."

He will take my place and help me lead the Grey Knights, so that this glorious army may once again achieve greatness!

The moment the Emperor's voice fell, Kaldor Diego froze completely in place.

The shock was like a raging storm in the Warp, instantly shattering the defenses of his will that he had held for a century.

He never imagined that his Gene-Father had such a dramatic and extraordinary past!

He turned his head sharply and looked at Voldus beside him.

By this time, Voldus had already been told the whole truth by both the Emperor and Guilliman.

Although his face still showed a complex expression that was difficult to express, he still nodded solemnly to Kaldor.

Having received confirmation from another Grey Knights Supreme Grand Master, Kaldor Diego's eyes instantly blazed with incredible fervor and reverence!

Their Gene-Father has really returned!

Moreover, their Gene-Father was an incredibly loyal hero!

For the sake of the Emperor, for the sake of the Imperium of Man, he was willing to endure ten thousand years of torment, even at the cost of his body being corrupted by Chaos, turning into Daemon Prince whom everyone wanted to kill!

What a magnificent feat!

Having fought for over a hundred years in exile in the Warp, Kaldor's loathing and hatred for demons had become deeply ingrained and had never diminished in the slightest.

He wasn't even sure if he would have had the courage to make that choice if he were in that situation.

But his Gene-Father did it!

Everything for the Imperium of Man!

Everything for the Emperor!

"Father!"

Kaldor Diego's voice trembled uncontrollably as he abruptly knelt on one knee, bowing his head deeply, his voice filled with utmost reverence and pride.

"Your greatness is beyond words! I am proud to be your genetic offspring!"

Magnus's face instantly turned bright red.

I'm so embarrassed.

How could he possibly withstand such a display?

But he couldn't possibly undermine Guilliman and the Emperor at this moment, so he could only awkwardly scratch his head, his voice slightly hoarse, and say to Kaldor voice:

"My son, I have witnessed your excellence countless times."

Your combat prowess is unmatched; your Psionic Energy are incredibly powerful. But more importantly, it is your absolute loyalty to the Imperium!

"From now on, I will be with you, fighting alongside you in the Warp!"

"This is our greatest glory!"

Kaldor looked up abruptly, his eyes burning with an almost tangible fervor. "With you by my side, Father, I feel boundless power!"

Guilliman stood to the side, watching this scene of fatherly love and filial piety, and finally nodded in satisfaction.

good.

Another Primarch has officially joined the Imperium's ranks!

Once Magnus regains his human form, all matters concerning the Warp can be entrusted to him.

This guy has been in the realm of the Tzeentch for a full ten thousand years, and he absolutely knows all those bizarre and forbidden things!

"Well then, there's one more thing I need to ask you for a favor."

Guilliman took a step forward, his voice calm.

Kaldor Diego's gaze instantly shifted to the tall figure clad in blue and gold Power Armour.

He scrutinized the other person closely: blue-gold armor, deep blue eyes, although the color of his hair did not match the rumored gold.

But who else could stand between the Emperor and Magnus besides the legendary Thirteenth Primarch?!

"You... are you Robert Guilliman, the Lord of Macragge?!"

There was a subtle, almost imperceptible tremor in Kaldor's voice.

The legendary, ambitious Thirteenth Primarch!