Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

"Let my son leave from here. He is your clone, not as hopeless as you."

The emperor possessed by Vanessa walked slowly and gradually came to the clone Angron.

Then he didn't even look at the cloned son he was talking about.

The clone Angron immediately sensed something was wrong. He and all the original clones went from Broome to the flagship of the Glorious Mankind, and not long after they encountered the human part of the Emperor possessed by a female psyker. Same.

What exactly is the difference?

Clone Angron thought about it carefully, and then he keenly realized that it gave people different emotions.

Although he still insulted the Emperor's human will as a slave master at that time, he actually felt in his heart that the Emperor exuded the brilliance of humanity, giving people a fairly warm feeling, and the gentleness he displayed was not out of thin air. of hypocrisy.

But at this moment, when he saw the female psyker who carried the human emperor again, clone Angron only felt the coldness that had been neutralized.

There is also a sense of familiarity.

Cold familiarity.

Just like the cold familiarity shown by the Emperor in the memory, for the first time and every subsequent meeting.

Clone Angron wondered: Could it be that... this human will is now becoming one with other wills, so that it neutralizes and becomes its original character?

"I don't think there's anything wrong with you acting in front of him, whether you're acting for him or for me." A sneer appeared on the devil's primarch's ferocious face, "But can you stop repeating it over and over again? Are you trying to stop me from killing this damn clone? Can't you find another form of protection instead of preventing me from falling my sword over and over again?"

The Emperor remained silent and made no reply.

Then, the golden pupils slowly turned and finally settled on the face of Angron's clone.

"You made it a little bit normal, and it actually communicates with us. Kid."

When the Emperor said the word "child", even the cloned Angron didn't feel anything. He could only hear the difficulty in hearing this title come out of the Emperor's mouth, and the Emperor's words. There is no wave of emotion when using this title.

Like a master caressing his tool.

"But don't think that he is your true form." The Emperor moved his eyes coldly, using the corner of his lower eyes to look down on the demonic original body.

The Daemon Primarch, who had been greatly enhanced by the power of the Blood God, was looked down upon with contempt... The Emperor did indeed do it, because the person possessed by him now became very tall and holy, just like he used to use his psychic powers to The image of greatness created in the eyes of others is average.

"Do not think that he is your original body." The Emperor repeated. "It has completely lost its qualifications as a primarch, unless... it wakes up."

Facing his own clone, the demon primarch Angron was willing to say a few more words.

But facing its extremely hated slave master, the demon primarch was unwilling to show even a shred of rationality even though he could feel his anger being drained away slightly.

The only answer to the Emperor's words was the swing of the greatsword and the roar that shook the entire planet.

The giant sword he swung stalled again and again.

The Emperor just raised his hand, and his spiritual power easily controlled the giant sword, and then suppressed the demon primarch to his knees.

"Repent, Angron." The Emperor looked at the pain on the demon primarch's ferocious face, and slightly relaxed some of his psychic abilities. "You are all my children, and I will not give up any of you easily. One, even if you have fallen into the enemy of mankind."

After persuading, the emperor stretched out his hand, and a cold smile appeared on his cold face.

"You are all still saved. As long as you are willing, you can still stand on the side of humans. Not on my side."

"If you regain your essence and become an ascended creature, you will no longer suffer from the Butcher's Nails."

"Like Corax, if you had seen him within the Eye of Terror."

The Emperor smiled with every word he spoke, and his outstretched hand glowed with holy golden light.

But the clone Angron on the side couldn't feel any warmth, and the Emperor showing this side made him feel chills on his back.

"Get away..." The devil raised his head with difficulty and tried to stand up under the pressure of psychic energy, "You... slave owner... bastard..."

"You, Khorne's lackey, let me down." The smile on the emperor's face disappeared instantly, golden light bloomed in his pupils, and his right hand with golden psychic energy retracted and turned into a fist.

The psychic energy that suppressed the daemon primarch was instantly enhanced several times.

Outside the Eye of Terror, the Emperor was unable to display such powerful psychic powers, not because he was not strong enough, but because Vanessa, who was possessed by him, did not have such a strong endurance.

But it's different inside the Eye of Terror.

Even though Vanessa's body is gradually collapsing due to the infusion and mobilization of powerful spiritual energy, her role as a container has become much stronger.

Seeing the spiritual power displayed by the Emperor, the cloned Angron became more sure of his suspicion, which was that the Emperor's human will was not independent at this moment, but was collaborating with others in order to obtain more powerful power. One or another piece of will fused together.

Temporary fusion.

"I'll give you one last chance." The emperor's right hand loosened slightly. He still looked down at the demon primarch in front of him, but the spiritual energy he released was obviously weakened. "Answer me again, do you have the intention to seek help from me?" ?”

Under the gaze of the clone, the demon original Angron did not answer for the time being, and it had no way to answer because it was no longer fit enough to see many illusions at this time.

In the highest sky, the cold black sun is opposite to the majestic figure on the brass throne.

After several flashes, the illusory image showed another confrontation between the three dark gods and Tzeentch.

As if the flames were burning the possessed soul of the demon primarch, Angron briefly felt that he was a little more awake, of course compared to normal.

Butcher's Nail continues to torture endlessly.

"Answer me." The Emperor raised his left hand.

As if there is an invisible hand attached to the Butcher's Nail, this ancient dark technological creation that is still effective even after becoming a demon is being pulled out.

The pain that was more painful than being banished reached the brain, making Angron feel like he was falling into hell. He once imagined what it would be like if he fell into the hands of Fulgrim, the demon primarch of Slaanesh... which is probably what it feels like now. Feel.

The Emperor was still pulling out the Butcher's Nails, looking coldly at the painful display of those he wished to repent.

Until Angron twitched in pain, and a drop of liquid seeped out from the corner of his eye.

The Emperor hesitated, his psychic powers weakening a lot.