172. Letting the Sea Go or Running Away?

He was right in front of you.

That supreme, magnificent, indescribable bastard.

Could you punch him?

But first, you had to touch him.

Forgive me, but you seem exceptionally excited, my friend.

Whispers slipped through the writhing shadows. Corax assessed the situation cautiously, while Angron grinned.

Why wouldn't I be excited? At last, we have a duel where we can cast aside political consequences and reputational concerns; we can spar with him properly.

The Raven ruffled his feathers uneasily. He dearly wanted to ask whether they were really going to duel the Emperor.

Within the vast Warp, that sun still revolved slowly. It had long since dimmed, yet it remained an eternal sun.

That searing, stabbing radiance spilled across everyone's souls. His light reached everywhere, touched everything.

But after a long silence, Corax ultimately did not say anything to spoil the mood, because he realized his brothers had not embarked on this reckless endeavor without understanding the Human Lord's strength.

Rather, this was true resolve born after understanding the price and consequences.

In other words, every Primarch present genuinely wanted to beat up the Emperor, and was willing to try even at terrible cost.

More than the thought of beating up the Emperor, the fact that all his brothers shared that mindset sent a chill through Corax.

The Emperor had truly managed to unite the Primarchs through hatred.

But I don't think they can hold out for long.

Corax said. His pitch-black eyes looked into the distance, where a Warp domain had already descended upon that stretch of space.

"I'm glad to see you all."

The black-haired man said with a smile. Holding a cup of tea in one hand, he crouched atop a waist-high dining table. Then he braced one hand against the table and slowly climbed