Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

"Our father is always so unkind."

The Primarchs sat on the cliff of Mount Kapo in the Himalayas, looking at the plains ahead that were completely different from a few years ago.

Giant buildings stood on it and reached into the clouds, and countless shuttles came and went up and down.

That was the Ministry of Justice of the Empire.

"He didn't even want to go and see the person who raised his sons at the moment of his death."

Sanguinius complained.

The Primarchs were silent, no one spoke, but this was not because Sanguinius was not recognized, but because everyone had recognized him to the point where they could not recognize him anymore. What kind of emperor is there?

"Malcador is almost the same." Horus suddenly spoke, "I really don't know how my uncle can work with them."

The Primarchs had just talked for a few words when Qin Mo landed on the cliff with an ice bucket full of drinks.

Qin Mo gave each Primarch a bottle of drink and took the last bottle for himself. Looking at the expressions of the Primarchs, he could guess what they had just discussed.

"A person who is not good at expressing himself." Qin Mo floated to the outside of the cliff and looked at the Primarchs, "Your father has that kind of personality. If you try your best to change him, he can get better, but not much."

Hearing Qin Mo talking about their father, the Primarchs listened in silence.

"Objectively speaking, he cares about you very much. He knows what each of you likes. When I built the cradle world for you, he put down many things at hand and made a plan for how to build your baby room."

"Every time I come back from the cradle world, I will give your hair to your father, and then he will concentrate on testing your physical health."

"He will also pretend to ask about each of you unintentionally."

"To put it bluntly, he is an older version of Perturabo."

"Perturabo cares about most of you, and he also cares about Ms. Aisha, but he won't say it. This character is definitely inherited from your father."

"Perturabo also cares about mortals. During the Great Expedition, he tried his best to avoid damage to mortals and ancient buildings in certain worlds, but he didn't say it directly, and he used cold means to cover it up."

As he said, Qin Mo looked at Perturabo, who was standing silently behind his brothers.

"I only care about myself." Perturabo said coldly.

"Look." Qin Mo retracted his gaze, "That's it."

The Primarchs couldn't help but think about their fathers, and then they looked at Angron.

If there is anyone who can explore the hidden face of others, it is only Angron.

Angron shook his head. He couldn't use his talent to feel the Emperor's emotions.

Although they didn't ask for proof from Angron, the Primarchs still believed in everything Qin Mo said. This was the inertia of thinking they had developed since childhood.

"But I'm not trying to defend your father."

Qin Mo continued.

"If...if he could come to Sanguinius, or just send him a dream and tell him that I don't hate your wings, then Sanguinius would not feel inferior because of his wings, and every psychological counseling that Ms. Aisha and I gave Sanguinius about wings would not be ineffective."

"He thinks everything but says nothing."

"He is not a cold-blooded and cruel person, but his behavior makes him look like one."

"This is not a defense, but an objective fact. As for the misunderstanding he suffered because of this, I can only say that it was self-inflicted."

After speaking, Qin Mo looked at the Primarchs.

The Primarchs had complicated expressions.

"Don't be that kind of person at the communication level." Qin Mo looked at Perturabo and said, "Don't do that."

Perturabo pondered. He didn't admit in his heart that his personality was similar to his father's, but in a secret corner of his heart, a corner of his subconscious, he had to admit that his uncle was right.

He also wanted to change, but change was not that easy.

Angron raised his hand at this time: "Do we need to understand our father, or..."

"You just need to know what kind of person he is. It's up to you to understand him, forgive him, or something else." Qin Mo said, "But I think a person should not ask others to understand him unilaterally unless he changes first."

Angron nodded, he thought so too.

After talking about the Emperor, Qin Mo talked to the Primarchs about the Great Crusade.

"I hope you will work side by side in the next expedition, just like when we went to war against the alien empire ruled by the Nightbringers." Qin Mo said, "You are brothers, you are connected by blood, there should not be any long-term conflicts and misunderstandings among you, you have to understand each other."

"We will." Horus stood up, nodded, and looked at all the Primarchs, "As my uncle said, we are brothers connected by blood, and there is no conflict that cannot be resolved. Lady Aisha also taught us this way. We should unite instead of tripping each other up."

Hearing this, Lorgar looked at Perturabo.

Perturabo stared at Horus and nodded gently: "I don't deny it."

Horus is not the elder brother of all the Primarchs, but he has such a talent to unite and lead others.

Qin Mo looked at each Primarch.

If there is a Primarch that he has not changed, it is Horus.

Horus has not changed much. He is still bright and righteous. He is neither a cold-blooded and cruel commander nor a saint who is so kind that he cannot swing a knife.

"When the Great Crusade is over, what will happen to us and our warriors?" Guilliman suddenly asked.

"As an army to defend humanity." Qin Mo replied, "The Great Crusade will not be the end of the journey."

Guilliman obviously did not want to hear such an answer. There was no expression on his face, but he hesitated and stammered: "There is... a rumor in the Legion... Some people think... uh, some people think that our end is to be abandoned, just as the Emperor showed that he hated the wings of Sanguinius. He likes real humans."

Qin Mo became serious.

The contradiction between Astartes and mortals still exists.

As it should be.

When Astartes fight on the front line like Thunder Warriors, going deep into desperate situations that mortal soldiers cannot go deep into, they have no say.

The difference is that Thunder Warriors are jointly owned by both sides of the Imperial Sky Eagle. They have a mortal representing them to attend the parliament, while the Imperial Guards are directly attended by Valdor as the maintainer of parliamentary order.

The contradiction exists objectively and cannot be ignored. It must be acknowledged and then resolved.

"There will be a seat for Astartes in the parliament." Qin Mo said, "You can appoint a member."