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"What do you... mean? Father, I'm sorry for being stupid, but I really don't understand."

Horus' voice sounded extremely confused, and there was even a little deep uneasiness hidden in it.

He seems to have noticed something - at least, he doesn't really don't understand it like he said.

"They won't make everything go as smoothly as I want it to," said the Emperor slowly. "Whether you and I were separated, or the acquired personality created by the personal growth environment...these are actually not important."

At this moment, his previous expression of true feelings disappeared, and he took out a cold mask from the bottom of his heart and put it on his face. Despite the coldness, it was reassuring in a way.

Absolute rationality creates an absolute sense of security.

"In the ancient myth of Terra, there was a fire thief named Prometheus. He stole the flame of the gods, brought it to humans, and spread it on the earth. After the flame, the human Only then did civilization begin to be born in the true sense."

"And you...you are the flames I stole from them. Your essence is of the warp, the indelible, unalterable spirit of your soul. But I fashioned for you."

"I wanted to teach you everything, but I didn't have time, and even if I had time, I'm afraid I can't change everything. Your nature determines that they can easily pollute you, unless you are always under my watch— But what's the point of that?"

"An eagle that cannot fly is not necessary for survival, father." Chagatai said softly.

"Yes, Khan, yes."

The Emperor smiled sadly, a smile that was fleeting, barely noticeable, but so conspicuous in the Primarch's eyes.

"That is to say..."

Fulgrim exhaled slowly, and in his heart, a thorn that had always been hurting him began to sway gently at this moment. While causing more pain, it also caused the pus and blood in his heart to flow to his heart. outflow.

"In any case, there must be someone who will betray?" Phoenix asked.

"Yes," his father replied, his voice firm and unwavering.

He's revealing a brutal truth, and he's making no effort to hide it. There is no other reason, it is the request of his children. As a failed father, what else could he do?

"Even Sanguinius?" Leon El'Jonson asked unwillingly. The lion had already had complicated emotions the moment he heard his name from the list of traitors, and the questioning at this moment was more like a release.

Unfortunately, his question has already been answered.

"Yes, even me, brother." Sanguinius replied softly. "I'm honored that you can treat me like this, even using two words. But... yes, even I will betray, as long as they want to."

"How could this be?"

Even if he knew the answer earlier, the lion couldn't help leaning back on the chair at this moment. His persistence in the truth barely feels like a joke that makes one can't help but want to laugh.

Is that all?

I'm loyal just because I'm lucky enough? Because they're not interested enough in me...?

For a moment, there was only silence here,

The primarchs were silent with different expressions, like living sculptures.

"Perhaps, the Great Crusade...was just a dream from the beginning."

Vulkan said sadly: "This dream came from our father, we inherited it, we tried to complete it... But the dream will wake up after all, after waking up, we have to face cruel Realistic."

"And I made this dream ten thousand years longer, brother."

Ferrus Manus stood up slowly, with flames burning on his illusory but solid face, with a serious and serious expression: "After my death, until now——I have never given up our ideals."

"The Great Crusade is no longer often mentioned in today's empire. When people talk about it, they use a cautious tone because they think that period of history is dark."

"They don't know what the Great Crusade was for, but they only know that the Great Crusade led to the betrayal of the Primarch, the serious injury of the Emperor, and the division of the Empire...but people don't need to know the truth about it, That way, people don’t have to miss it.”

"The fewer who need to bear the pain, the better, my brothers. We, the few left, need to take it more carefully. The Great Crusade should have been successful, and mankind should have been free from war, plague, and pain forever and oppression. But it failed, and it wasn't you who started it."

He looked at those who had betrayed, Fulgrim wanted to avoid his sight, but Phoenix didn't. His body seemed to betray him, or rather, his body was far more honest.

"You are nothing but blades."

Said Ferrus Manus.

"They use lies and poison to destroy your will to resist, and use temptation and oppression to make you submit. It is true that our father also made many mistakes that should not have occurred due to his character in the process... .but we should see the murderer's face."

He tapped on the table slowly, raised and lowered his right hand, the sound of metal colliding was crisp and loud.

"The real murderers...the real culprits holding the knife are them."

Gorgon, the Primarch by the name of the ancient monster, was surprisingly gentle at the moment, and although he was telling a terrible truth, his tone was not very serious.

Ten thousand years would change many things, Fulgrim thought.

He looked at Ferrus and realized that he no longer knew him.

Let's start from scratch. He sighed.

"Your words... are powerful, brother."

Robert Guilliman closed his eyes and shook his head.

"I'm heartened by your words, but I must point out another thing. We know who the murderer is, but it has nothing to do with our mutual hatred. If the teacher hadn't made this happen, Have you ever thought about what we look like sitting together?"

The Lord of Ultramar smiled bitterly: "We, all sitting at the same table and talking to each other peacefully? They may have pushed behind, but the root cause—"

"—no, Robert."

The emperor refuted his son, his eyes were as sharp as a sharp sword, and he forcibly ripped out the thoughts that Guilliman had concealed with his own flesh and blood.

"You are wrong," said the Emperor. "Do you think your brothers hate each other because of their discord? No, they are behind every step of the way. And I know this is not your intention..."

He smiled, the golden light flashed, and the majestic golden armor disappeared in an instant, leaving only the thin and rough linen clothes, the cuffs were even stained with mud, but he didn't care.

"Isn't it?" he asked.

Guilliman looked away and said no more. The person who spoke instead of him was Roger Dorn.

"So, it's their fault." Don said slowly, slowly.

The question was in an affirmative tone. When he said this, he kept looking at his father, and his father responded with a slight nod of his head.

"So, they made him look like that."

"They made him into a Perturabo-like cynic, they planned it all—isn't this a lie you made up to comfort us, Father?"

Donne changed the topic, and his voice became a little trembling. Under the short gray hair, the sculptural face that had always been serious began to fluctuate like water.

His cheeks quivered.

"...A few details changed everything, and made him fall to this point. What about me, father? My proud identity, my name, the achievements I have earned-all of this, is it just Because I'm lucky enough?"

"I rarely lie, and, at least not today," the Emperor replied calmly. "I didn't lie to you, and that is not a consolation. As for your claim of luck, it is even more nonsense. For them, luck is also a part that can be manipulated."

"Then, why do you say that all of this is their handwriting?" Conrad Koz asked slowly.

"Because it is so," said the Emperor. "Of course, and me - I played a part in it too, and I was too stupid to see it. I apologize for that, even though it may seem a little too late, but...  .”

He stood up and lowered his head slowly.

"My mistake proved one thing," he said flatly. "A person's energy is limited. Even I can't switch between two completely different responsibilities at the same time."

"I'm the Emperor, the leader of this empire, I don't like the position, I don't like the name, I don't even like the identity, but I have to play him. I'm going to play the Emperor, the Lord of Men , Only in this way can I make human beings stand under the sky of the universe with their chests straightened out."

"But I'm also your father, I should have raised you, I should have taught you how to be human, I should have made each of you what you were supposed to be - and I didn't. Because I am the Emperor, I can't Be a father as well as an emperor..."

"I'm too greedy." His tone was almost confessional. "This is my original sin."

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The meeting is temporarily suspended.

The Primarchs agreed that they needed a rest period of around fifteen to thirty minutes. They have a full day to complete this meeting, so taking a half hour break is no big deal.

After all, their father's words made them a little unbearable, no matter for anyone. A god who was once so majestic that people could hardly look directly at him suddenly took off his high crown and stepped down from the throne.

He was wearing a commoner shirt with dirt still standing on the cuffs. His face is dark, that is a complexion after being irradiated by the sun, and the palms are calloused, not because of holding weapons, but because of using the tools of labor for a long time...

their father.

A farmer, not an almighty king. He admitted his mistake, admitted his negligence, sincerely apologized to everyone - why?

Why?

Why are you doing this, father...?

Roger Dorn stood distraught in front of a porthole, staring at the scene outside the window. This habit was not his, and he didn't do it often, but at this moment, he began to understand why the captain of the Revenge liked to stand here and observe the stars.

He couldn't understand his father's behavior, and the starry sky at this moment could just help him soothe his emotions. True, he might understand, but force himself not to understand—but what did that matter?

The silent stubborn stone suddenly smiled.

Yes, none of that mattered anymore, he already understood what made him stand here and bear the name Rogal Dorn.

"Rogue Dorn." Someone called him coldly not far away. "look here."

Don turned his head and saw Perturabo's cold face without any surprise. Behind him, several people were watching this side, Vulcan's figure was the largest, so Dawn saw the undisguised worry on his face at a second glance.

What are you worried about, Vulcan? Are you afraid that I will fight with him? No, I won't.

Dawn smiled and shook his head behind Perturabo. Seeing this scene, Perturabo frowned in surprise. For a moment, he thought that Dawn had a mental problem.

However, the Iron Lord quickly recovered his mentality, and he asked in a deep voice, "How do you feel about his words?"

"Is that what you want to ask?" Don asked back. "I thought you'd come and show off to me."

"Show what?" Perturabo asked again. "Is it noble to show off the man who bears my name in another world? But I don't know much about him. I will show you or laugh at you, but not now."

He looked Donne in the eyes and repeated it slowly.

"......but not now."

"So, what's the matter with you?" Don asked calmly, calmly, as if the previous anger had become a thing of the past. "There are five minutes left in the break, and if you don't mind, I'd like to be alone for a while."

Perturabo gritted his teeth.

He said in a deep voice: "I hate your nonchalant appearance the most. You act as if those things can't shake you in any way. However, just twenty-five minutes ago, you were still asking him with a trembling voice. "

The Lord of Steel widened his eyes as if he was a little angry, and his usual expression of resentment was used by him again at this moment.

"Why do you act like you don't care?" Perturabo asked. "That's your story, your destiny! If you hadn't been so lucky, you would have become like that!"

"Maybe, but I am standing here now... standing in front of you, never betrayed, never condoned my sons to murder in cold blood, slaughter prisoners of war."

Dawn smiled slowly: "You need to figure out the whole thing, Perturabo. Otherwise, you will never be able to escape from that strange circle you drew with your own hands. I hope you can break it, you could Be a better look."

"Here it comes again! The high-ranking tone, who do you think you are, Rogue Dorn?" Perturabo asked with a sneer.

"I'm nobody, and I don't want to give you advice...I'm just not good at talking."

Don shook his head, and ended the conversation here. With his rare sincerity, his old opponent was stunned.

"I never underestimated you, Perturabo. Besides, the meeting will continue."

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