Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

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A month has passed since the official start of the war against the Melanthem Alliance.

Several large warlords and several technological barbarian chiefs in the surrounding area, including the Melanthen Alliance, were all annexed within this month.

Now the Lords of Flame and Thunder need to face more powerful warlords.

Powerful compared to other warlords.

During that month, the Emperor had not personally taken charge of the affairs of the war, and apparently never would.

With someone responsible for war and logistics, the Emperor was less busy and devoted his full attention to research related to the Primarch.

And the progress of this research, which will only end after the unification war, has been greatly accelerated.

It is conceivable that the Primarchs will fight alongside their descendants much earlier.

As someone who devoted himself wholeheartedly to this research, the Emperor could immediately go to the laboratory at the foot of the Himalayas after finishing that meeting.

[Gene comparison passed. 】

The door to the laboratory slowly opened in front of the Emperor.

The Imperial Guards guarding the corridor on both sides knelt on one knee and saluted the Emperor.

When the Emperor walked through the corridor, silently and slowly walking past each Custodian, the Custodes inevitably discovered that the Emperor was carrying a small box in his hand.

This box is full of a sense of technology, and even the flow of time around the box is slow.

It is obviously not a product of the current era, but a product of an older era.

The Emperor carried the box to the end of the corridor and came to the laboratory door behind the corner.

After looking around and seeing that no one was here, the Emperor pushed the door in carrying a small box.

After entering the laboratory, he glanced at the mountain of drink cups in the corner and walked straight to the deepest part of the laboratory.

Erda was lying on a piece of equipment, letting the machine extract her genes.

"Thank you for your hard work." The emperor came to Erda and opened the box.

This box, which was extremely mysterious in the eyes of the Imperial Guard, contained two cups of black carbonated drinks.

The emperor took out the cold cup and held it in his hand, and took out the room temperature cup and handed it to Erda.

"Are you using the stationary box to hold drinks?" Erda subconsciously took the drink, but still couldn't help complaining.

The machine finished extracting the blood and stored it in a huge blood bank nearby. Then Erda, who looked a little pale, sat up and drank a drink with a straw inserted.

Room temperature drinks.

It has a sweet syrupy flavor that is particularly prominent because it has been left open for a long time.

That's what Erda likes.

She glanced at the Emperor beside her. Her preferences were still remembered and noticed by the Emperor, just like when the Emperor first brought her drinks.

At this time, the relationship between the two will ease.

Watching the Emperor extract the blood and put it into the stasis field box to take to another laboratory, Erda said: "I have always wanted to ask you, where did you get this drink? It couldn't be tens of thousands of years ago. The time and space before, right?”

"No." The emperor operated expressionlessly, and the drink cup floated in front of his chin, automatically supplying him with drinks. "I bought it in the residential area. This thing has been restored."

Erda nodded and looked down at the drink cup in his hand. This carbonated drink has special meaning to the emperor.

That's what humans commonly drank in the pre-space age and post-space age.

Thinking that the Emperor had always remembered his special preference for drinks, Erda felt that perhaps he should not treat his old friend and current collaborator coldly.

The Emperor has indeed changed a lot, but as an immortal who has experienced countless things, who among the immortals dares to say that he has not changed?

"Your job is over."

"Leave here, don't you just want to leave?"

The Emperor's emotionless words made Erda feel that she was still too obedient and gentle to him.

"I don't want to stay here forever, let alone help you with your impossible career." Erda stood up from the equipment and took off her black robe from the hanger, "You have to let me come here to help you. Those who study things, even though I’m leaving next, I’m still here.”

The emperor's back was turned to Erda, and only the sound of the sizzling drink reached Erda's ears.

Before leaving the laboratory, Erda thought of something and stopped: "What will you do to those children?"

"child?"

The sound of sizzling drinks stopped, and the emperor paused.

"Yes, children, Primarchs," said Erda.

"Oh, you said them." The Emperor continued what he was doing, closing the stasis field box and the samples inside, "They will be used as a weapon. I designed them to be easy to grow for this purpose. They They will grow up and lead armies as generals to fight until they die and give their all to my cause, because they cannot age.”

The Emperor's words were extremely calm, so calm that Erda couldn't bear it.

"They are not weapons. Although they have not been manufactured yet, we all know that they have their own thoughts." Erda frowned.

"Well." The emperor was still very calm, "Just like the Imperial Guards, Thunder Warriors and mortal soldiers, they all have their own thoughts, but they still have to be weapons. This is their destiny."

"You can't do this to them!" Erda retorted, "Those Imperial Guards and mortals all have their own experiences and have felt love. When they are tied to a chariot by you, they will be healed because of their past experiences and the love they received. But These kids are different!”

The Emperor calmly closed the box, and he was going to the laboratory that Erda could not reach.

But Erda blocked the door.

The Emperor calmly said: "What were you doing before? You know me better than anyone else. Don't you know what I want to do with the Primarch? You didn't stop me, you participated in this plan, just like before, no matter what happened, as long as I asked you to come, you would still come and do things for me obediently, you didn't dare to resist me at all, just like Pavlov's dog."

Erda looked at the Emperor, stunned and speechless for a long time.

He had complex emotions for the person in front of him, including some fear.

No matter what the Emperor's personality was in the primitive age of mankind and the pre-space age, humorous, cold-blooded and cruel... He was a powerful thing, with the power to crush a star in a snap of his fingers, and this was the source of fear.

Erda had the idea of ​​retreating, she wanted to leave here, just like she would do every time she helped the Emperor before.

But this time she suddenly had a kind of courage, a sudden courage.

After taking a deep breath, Erda slowly shook her head: "I don't allow it!"

The Emperor lifted the box and changed his hand.

Erda subconsciously took a step back because of this action and called up psychic energy.

"No matter what kind of person I am in your eyes, you don't need to be afraid of me." The Emperor walked towards Erda, "I will not kill you, never."

Erda took two steps back, then suddenly took out a dagger and stabbed the Emperor.

The Emperor dodged. If the guards outside saw it, they would not believe that the Emperor would dodge a dagger used by a mortal.

After dodging the dagger, the Emperor raised his hand and bound Erda with a majestic psychic energy.

Then Erda saw the scene of the subspace, and the next second he passed through the subspace and landed gently on a desert.

The Emperor teleported himself away. Erda thought to herself, she looked around, looked at the whole environment, and then looked up at the sky.

No matter where this is, in which corner of the galaxy, this is not Terra.

And Erda only has a drink.

"Damn Neos!" Erda cursed angrily, burned the cup of drink in his hand with his psychic power, and then trudged to the end of the desert.