The Truth

At this moment, the Adeptus Custodes and the Sisters of Silence, as the Emperor's personal guard, wanted to refute the two's conversation, but they couldn't; the conversation was simply too shocking.

Their superhuman brains and physical abilities were also completely frozen at this moment.

"Yes, it is a tool, a pen in human hands, a stone in human hands, a spear in human hands. Its existence is entirely for the sake of humankind."

"Then we are just tools too."

Mortarion was very perceptive.

"Yes, child, in the Emperor's eyes, you and your brothers are primarily tools."

"The Emperor is first and foremost a tool of humanity, then Emperor, then your father; you are first and foremost a tool of humanity, then Primarch, and only then his sons."

"So why do you make us, these tools, call you Uncle? Is it to awaken our humanity?"

Han Mingxuan shook his head; he did not answer the question directly.

He simply continued recounting the unknown truth that existed only in background stories and among the ancient priests of this world.

"As human history unfolded through its ups and downs, the Emperor finally made up his mind to step into the limelight. First, he created the Thunder Warriors and began the war to unify Terra."

"After unifying Terra, he massacred most of the Thunder Warriors, then created the Space Marines and began the Great Crusade."

"This shameless hypocrite, this is a disgraceful betrayal!"

"Tools only care about profit, not right or wrong, not glory, Xiao Mo."

"Everything I've said is based on only one perspective: the Emperor is a tool. If you see him as a tool, then everything I've said is perfectly reasonable."

"Reasonable? Those who carry firewood for the masses freeze to death in the snow."

Those who sacrificed their lives in the Unification Wars were buried alive.

"This shameless betrayal, and you call it reasonable? My dear Uncle, how can you say such a thing!"

Now, Mortarion doesn't even dare to recognize Han Mingxuan. He even thinks that Han Mingxuan is being controlled by someone. At this moment, the words he says are too cold-blooded.

"Young man, for the survival and development of our race, necessary sacrifices are an unavoidable choice," Jia said.

"Like our former people, in pursuit of greater progress, we sold our bodies, our souls, and our future."

"And then, you became half-dead?"

Jia remained silent, Mortarion understood everything.

"Mortarion, Old Han is right. From a human perspective, the Emperor betrayed us."

"However, from a purely instrumental perspective, while the Emperor's actions were cruel, they were not wrong; our existence is a threat to the future development of humanity."

"You?"

Mortarion looked at the Boss, aside from his daily patrols, spent his time sitting and sunbathing.

"Legion the XIV Legion of Thunder Warriors, Kamon Guderian, was repeatedly demoted and eventually became a captain due to his unstable genes and numerous massacres of civilians during the later stages of the war."

"He narrowly escaped death during the final the Scouring."

Hearing the calm, unwavering voice of Old Kamon, Mortarion's eyes turned red.

"Why are you still here? Are you here to mock me? To mock my hypocrisy as Scions of the Emperor?"

"No, we old folks have simply rediscovered the true meaning of life, like building houses and farming."

"What I'm trying to tell you is that he is the Emperor; he had no choice, but you do."

At this moment, Mortarion had no strength left, and his already pale face became even paler.

He just stared at Han Mingxuan.

Because he was thinking about their future.

They will definitely follow in the footsteps of the Thunder Warriors.

The reason is simple: the Thunder Warriors have flaws, and so do he and his Legion.

"You just said that I made you tools call me Uncle, but in my eyes you are all human beings, after all, you are the product of your father's sperm and mother's blood."

Mother?!!

He grasped the key point.

Mortarion's eyes, which had been as still as death, brightened again, bursting forth with boundless brilliance.

Uncle, where is my mother?

"Self-exile."

"Self-exile, are you sure it wasn't because of the Emperor's actions?"

"In the beginning of your creation, the Emperor made a deal with the Chaos Gods of the Warp. He stole, robbed, cheated, or took, and ultimately obtained the Warp Essence of dozens of Lesser Gods in the Warp."

"Then he used some unknown ancient techniques and advanced biotechnology to bring you into this world."

"And the person who provided your other half of the genes is called Erda."

"From the moment you were born, she treated you as ordinary human beings; she couldn't stand the Emperor treating you as tools."

"So she made a deal with the Warp, triggering a Warp Storm in the Emperor's Laboratory, opening a rift that scattered you all across the galaxy."

"And so began your unfortunate fate."

"Unlucky?"

"Yes, your mother, with her impulsive nature, created a terrible disaster."

"Where is my mother, Uncle?"

"You don't need to go to her, she won't see you, and her assessment of your mother can be summed up in just four words."

"What?"

"Excess is greater than excess."

"Nonsense!"

Swish!

Mortarion reached out, and with just a millimeter's width of his hand, he was about to choke Han Mingxuan.

But at this moment, Han Mingxuan's black pupils were so calm and serene, which made Mortarion uneasy.

He wanted to instill fear in Han Mingxuan, to see even the slightest hint of panic in his eyes, and then to negate the assessment he had made.

But he failed.

"If your mother hadn't done that, you would have grown up safely in Terra's palace, you wouldn't have been scattered across the galaxy, and you wouldn't be a stinking canister carrying a gas canister every day."

Han Mingxuan's words were extremely harsh.

Sevatar, however, knew that her Uncle's education had officially begun.

"Look at you, Mortarion, what kind of person are you?"

"Because your mother saw you as human beings, she didn't want you to be used as tools, so she scattered you all over the galaxy, and then you fell into a trap."

"Too much of a good thing is bad; focusing too much leads to mistakes, which ultimately resulted in your current state."

"That's why I say your mother created your misfortune with her humanity."

"Think about it, Mortarion, of all your brothers who have returned, how many can be considered normal?"

Han Mingxuan's words were harsh, leaving Mortarion speechless.

Were his brothers great?

Truly great.

They are Demigods of humanity, the Primarch of the Imperium.

However, as human beings, their personalities are so different, and their character flaws are too obvious.

"Then what?"

Mortarion's voice turned calm as he stared coldly at Han Mingxuan.

I'm telling you all this just to make one thing clear.

"What?"

This world is a joke.