The Emperor Is Not a God

Why?!

What makes this stunted, skinny little monkey so special?!

His father was so affectionate towards him?

His father's praise for him was incredibly high!

But what about him?

He actually called his father "Uncle"!

Unforgivable!

Absolutely unforgivable!

"It seems we have a lot to talk about, my child."

"I..."

"Praise be to you, great Master of Mankind."

Han Mingxuan has recovered by now.

He has to do something.

This is a public place; what if this brat says something else?

Horus, that daddy's boy, will definitely set the Peaceful Star System ablaze.

"Hehehe, hello, Father of Night."

It's over.

The Huangpizi has taken a grudge against me.

In fact, the Emperor didn't know how to greet Han Mingxuan.

After all, he was the one who acted unfairly throughout the whole thing, and his backside still hurts.

"We have prepared a banquet for you all; please move along."

The Emperor nodded, and surrounded by the revelers, he finally arrived at the banquet venue.

At Han Mingxuan's home.

Yes, it's in his house.

"Your Emperor, Primarch, the New Nostramo is under construction. Please excuse its humble Humble Abode."

"It is indeed a bit rudimentary."

Dorn.

OK!

Dorn, you're absolutely right!

My dearest brother, speak more if you can!

Horus was incredibly pleased with himself.

"Haha, my skills are limited, please don't take offense."

"The technology is indeed outdated; you need to tear this place down and rebuild it."

Yes, yes!

That's it!

Continue!

"Go inside first." The Emperor glanced at Dorn, then at Curze, and could only lead his Scions inside first.

As for Curze, he's about to explode.

"Damn Huangpizi! Foolish Rogal Dorn!"

"Even a rock can speak better than him! His mouth should be thrown into the Warp! Let him taste the saltiness!"

"I agree with your suggestion, brother."

The Night Haunter originally thought that he had become quite gentle after being taught.

But now it seems that his anger at the sight of Dorn isn't his problem.

It is said that the Primarch of the Imperial Fists is as solid as a rock.

Shit!

Even rock isn't as hard as Rogal Dorn!

His mouth is like a rock from the Warp, both foul and hard!

Upon arriving home, I found the feast already prepared.

The Primarch, however, showed little interest in these unprecedented delicacies.

Every Planet has a different culture; it's normal not to have seen it before.

But Emperors are different.

He's seen it before!

"Old Terra Cuisine?" the Emperor asked.

"With limited resources, we'll try our best to replicate it," Han Mingxuan said.

"Okay, okay."

It had been so many years since he had tasted Old Terra cuisine.

What followed was a normal family dinner, and everyone enjoyed the meal.

For the young men 30,000 years from now, this meal is truly a rare treat.

"The taste is acceptable," Dorn said.

"No, no, no, my dear brother, this is ancient art," Fulgrim said.

He had tasted many delicacies, but what he tasted here was absolutely unique.

Han Mingxuan was genuinely moved by Dorn's words.

If Dorn said it tasted alright, then it must have been delicious.

Thank you for your hospitality, Uncle.

Uncle?

Han Mingxuan looked at Roboute with surprise.

This Primarch, with the most perfect family education, elbowed the Imperial Regent, whose Warp Essence.

"Let me introduce you, Roboute Guilliman, my thirteenth son."

"The Primarch of the Five Hundred Worlds Lords, King of Ultramar, Primarch of the Thirteenth Legion's Ultramarines."

Han Mingxuan looked at the Emperor in surprise. Had this Huangpizi successfully obtained a title?

Has he cultivated himself into a human?

The proportion of human nature is a bit too high.

Guilliman was also surprised; he hadn't expected the Emperor to say that.

This has never happened before.

"Haha, hello, hello, let me introduce myself too."

"This is Konrad Curze, I..."

"Dad's proudest son."

Before Han Mingxuan could finish speaking, Curze interrupted him.

He was genuinely afraid that Han Mingxuan would say the words "adopted son".

"Haha, sorry, I've spoiled my son," Han Mingxuan said with a laugh.

"I'm sorry to say that, but Mr. Han, Curze is indeed very impolite."

Lorgar.

"You..."

"Curze..."

Curze wanted to yell at them; these guys had been infuriating him ever since they walked in.

Han Mingxuan wanted to stop Curze, but he was stopped by the Emperor.

The Emperor wanted to see what Curze would be like after his original fate was altered.

"Curze, take it easy."

"Don't worry, Dad, I've never embarrassed you."

That's true.

"Let's begin, my young brothers! Let's show these simple-minded, muscle-bound bastards what we are, inheriting our father's wisdom!"

Curze took a deep breath; he could feel the Night Haunter's excitement.

He was very excited!

Sometimes, Curze didn't dare to show off his knowledge in front of his Dad.

My Dad taught me mainly to be humble.

But things are different now.

His Dad told him to take it easy.

Curze understood perfectly well what his Dad meant by those words.

Cheer up, don't embarrass yourself.

In other words, we can finally have some fun fighting!

"Lorgar Aurelian?"

Curze sat there steadily, looking at his so-called brother who was three meters tall.

"It's me, brother."

What's your opinion on Imperial Truth?

Swish!

The Emperor stared intently at Curze, and also at Lorgar.

Because Curze's question was very insightful.

You could even say they're very aggressive!

And this is the first time someone has proactively raised this question with Lorgar.

"The God-Emperor..."

"Emperor is not a god," Curze said calmly. "A god is a god, Emperor is Emperor. Don't call him a God-Emperor."

"It's a complete mess; anyone who didn't know better would think it was Huangpizi spirit that had come to beg for a title."

"Haha! That's it, Curze! That's it!" The Night Haunter sat on his throne, laughing in his mind.

The other Primarch stared at Curze in shock.

This guy, who's less than three meters tall, is incredibly aggressive.

According to Lorgar's usual practice, he would first talk about the will of the God-Emperor and try to force others into his theory for debate.

In fact, Lorgar was a religious fanatic and also a super debate master.

No one could beat him, because he always had a self-justifying explanation.

But Curze was too ruthless.

The phrase "Emperors are not gods" killed the game.

"The Emperor is a god."

"No."

"He is!"

"Alright, since you're so fervently religious, let's talk about religion."

It's over.

Everyone knows that no one in the Imperium can surpass Lorgar in matters of religion.

Do you believe in gods or deities?

"Yes, my brother."

"Then why should we believe in gods?"

"Because God holds the truth, and the truth of God will guide us through faith, my brother."

Lorgar is confident that he can use the brilliance of religion to influence his brothers.

So, do you believe in God or in the truth?

"God and truth are one."

"Then what is truth?"

"Our wisdom is still insufficient to express God's truth; only faith can explain it."

Hehe.

Curze didn't reply, but instead smiled and looked at Lorgar.

"Do you know that, my brother?"

"What?"

"I've discovered that animals are allergic to stones."

Are animals allergic to stones?

What kind of logic is this?

What does it have to do with God?