Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

The sun was blazing.

The Emperor lay under a parasol, staring at the data pad in his hand.

"The damned Eldar aliens tore open a rift of idealistic power when they were about to perish."

"But with the efforts of the Empire's brave Thunder Warriors, Astartes, and mortal armed forces, the evil conspiracy of the Eldar was ultimately nothing more than a farce."

"The parliament has begun voting. Perhaps the aliens think they can control the fate of their race, but they are wrong. The fate of these damned aliens is in our hands. For humanity!"

"..."

The Emperor slid the data pad expressionlessly.

Zizi——

"Hello! Scholar Usaka E. Brad of the Alien Research Society of the Cadia Galaxy!"

"In the last communication between the Imperial Parliament and the Eldar Death Army, the Eldar ambassador claimed that these aliens are nobler and more perfect than us. Although this is undoubtedly nonsense, in the spirit of scientific rationality, we need to know whether they are really nobler and more perfect than us at the racial level."

"So we invited professionals."

"Professor Usaka, what do you think about this?"

"..."

"Well... I can only say that from a biological perspective, the Eldar are indeed very perfect, because these damn aliens are originally the product of bioengineering, and they are designed to serve a certain purpose."

"You know."

"Just like the gift that the Lord of Flame gave to the Lord of Thunder before he left thousands of years ago, a completely material and loyal AI, we used part of that AI to create the stone People, the stone men we made are also very perfect. "

"Fundamentally, there is no point in debating on the biological level. They do have their advantages, and objectively speaking, those advantages are enough to make them proud. "

"But in the galaxy, productivity and war capabilities are more important. Whether a race can grow and prosper does not depend on whether they are beautiful. "

"Just like... just like... well, for example, the Tyranids from another galaxy. "

"We found that the Tyranids who came to the galaxy to plunder biomass were driven by something, and then we found that they were driven by a Zerg that could cultivate biomass by themselves. "

"If the Eldar continue to dream of regaining their so-called habitat through small fights, then their fate will be that they can't defeat us, and then they will go and wander, wherever they want, it doesn't matter. "

"..."

The Emperor took a sip of his drink, raised his eyes, and looked at the busy figures in the farmland.

The matter between the two races is too far away from the Emperor. Both the Terran Council and the Eldar are thousands of light years away from this world.

There is only a peaceful and quiet life in sight.

It is the autumn harvest season, and the Primarchs who usually do not farm will come to the farmland, bareback with Guilliman, holding sickles, and quickly harvest the fields that occupy half of the plains of this beautiful agricultural world at a speed faster than the harvester.

"The Eldar will not be defeated like this, they will continue to guerrilla warfare or stay in the webway for a few years before coming out to trouble us."

"Just like 3,200 years ago."

Magnus walked out of the farmland, threw away the sickle, sat next to the Emperor, took a drink from the refrigerator, and took a big gulp.

"They are not a problem." The Emperor looked at Magnus, "Just like in the past, they are just aliens that need to be dealt with regularly."

Hearing this, Magnus shrugged, neither objecting nor agreeing, and took out a book from his pocket to read.

"Are you still trying to figure out a solution for your uncle?" The Emperor stared at the book about the gods in the Eldar Black Library. "Don't waste your energy. It's useless."

"Everything is possible." Magnus said.

"We have been to the Warp." The Emperor recalled. "What is going on there is not something we can interfere with. We can't even sense what the Warp has become."

Magnus remained silent.

A minute later, Magnus stood up and left with the book.

The Emperor looked at his son's back and shook his head helplessly.

He also wanted Magnus's research to make some progress. At least, if he entered the Warp again in the future, he would not have to be like the many times before, unable to tell which was which, and even not knowing where the person he was looking for was.

But the Emperor's reason told him that this was impossible, and also told him that Magnus was just trying to comfort himself. He didn't want to do nothing, and he was the one among his brothers who could do something about this matter.

"..." Perturabo walked over in silence, attracting the Emperor's attention.

As Perturabo lowered a huge machine used to thresh grain from his shoulder to the ground, the Emperor spoke subconsciously.

"Go to the other side of the mountain and call Orr over. He promised to come to dinner today, but it's so late and he hasn't come yet. Please help me remind him."

Hearing his father's order, Perturabo looked up at the Emperor and just looked at him.

The Emperor continued to instruct as if he didn't know what was going on: "Then help me get the ice bucket for drinks in the house and put it here."

Finally, he added: "Love you, child."

"This is not a fucking spell that works all the time!"

Perturabo complained in a low roar.

He went back to the house to get the ice bucket and slammed it next to the Emperor's beach chair.

"I've had enough."

"Guilliman, and those idiots who made fools of Guilliman... What's the point of us growing food? He can't even get two tubes of toothpaste by growing food for a year and throwing it to the star market..."

"He seems to be competing with Ivan Food Company to see who is better, farmers or synthetic assembly lines..."

"This damn day..."

"..."

The Emperor listened to Perturabo's complaints and watched Perturabo carrying a bucket of ice fish towards the mountains behind the edge of the farmland.

Orperson lived under the mountains. Old Or didn't have so many sons. He couldn't grow too much land by himself, so he could only herd sheep.

The Emperor retracted his gaze and continued to look at the data board, and took the drink from the ice bucket that Perturabo had just put down.

Unscrew the bottle cap, insert the straw, hold the straw, and suck...

When the drink entered the Emperor's mouth, a shock wave suddenly descended, accompanied by a thunderous roar that followed, and the drink sprayed out of the Emperor's mouth.

That was the sound of a sonic boom.

It was not strange to hear a sonic boom on this agricultural world, because the reconnaissance planes of the Sector Patrol Fleet would come to the agricultural world to routinely patrol whether local farmers had planted controlled plants.

Then the reconnaissance plane made a roar and flew back from the atmosphere to the patrol fleet outside the orbit.

But this time, the Emperor was very surprised.

Before the sonic boom came, there was a shock first. The Emperor could feel that it was a shock wave from the top of his head, which meant that something flew over his head, stopped, and then instantly accelerated upward to supersonic speed.

And those who would tease themselves with such despicable behavior while drinking a drink...

The Primarchs ran out of the farmland.

Perturabo returned with the bucket of fish that was originally intended for Orr.

They all heard the sonic boom.

Something landed at a very fast speed, followed by rubble and smoke.

Then, a shock wave dispersed the stirred smoke and dust, along with the dark clouds over the agricultural world.

Perturabo dropped the bucket in his hand.

"I'm back, kids."