【Blood…】
It was a sinking whisper from the highest heaven.
He longs for everything that is made up of strong emotions, he longs for all bravery and anger, and everything he sees is a sea of blood and skulls.
Blood God, Khorne, the supreme power on the brass throne is transmitting the curtain of warp with thunderous grunts, clinging like tarsal maggots to the baby who has been paying attention to him for a long time.
The cabin made of unknown advanced technology is being swamped by the energy storm of subspace. The hot and cold soul waves have almost penetrated into the solid hatch made of fine gold. The terrifying aura mixed with countless rich fishy plasma is... Try to explore it.
Angry roars continue to echo in the subspace, and the smell mixed with evil spirits and sulfur undoubtedly symbolizes the possession of the baby by the Lord of the Skull. It is also proof of the deal he has made with the Lord of Humanity - representing bravery and fanaticism. , the noble heart that can connect the hearts of all warriors.
The transactions of the past have yielded fruitful fruits, and the twenty-one 'primarchs' forged by the Lord of Mankind will also become treasures coveted by the great powers of the subspace. Among them there are many heirs who can make the father of corruption feel love and affection, there are also strong generals who are happy for the Lord of Skulls, there are also variables that make the Lord of Changes sigh, and they also have the joy of the Prince of Joy at the end of his indulgence.
In order to collect the 'trophies' that will belong to them in the palm of their hands, they are also fighting against the promise that has been torn up by the Emperor. At the end of the deal with the Lord of Mankind, the great powers from the Warp, with the help of small mortal hands, brought the storm of the Warp to the Emperor's secret laboratory hidden beneath Terra.
Twenty-one babies were involved in the turbulent currents of the Sea of Souls, and were scattered into prosperous or desolate worlds in the starry sky.
However, all plans have variables.
Or maybe it's just that the Lord of Change, who weaves the web of conspiracy, has never changed His nature.
When the storm from subspace swept over, the humble soul from another world entangled and merged with the baby filled with anger and courage - bringing extraordinary knowledge and cowardly intelligence that was inconsistent with his nature to the Primarch, but...even if the soul The essence of the original body that was changed in this chaos and imprinted in the subspace will probably give this humble soul the same transformation in the history of destiny sooner or later.
The angry roar immediately swept through the subspace, a tsunami of souls that covered the sky and the sun. Countless trembling psychics were burned by the wrath of the destructive power. Even the great demons of Khorne were shocked by the thunderous wrath of the Blood God. .
Yes, this is undoubtedly grabbing food from the tiger's mouth - the Lord of Changes has probed the scales and feathers onto the prey that should belong to the Skull Master.
Even in the chaotic subspace, this is an extremely rare event. The Lord of Humanity, who had long since turned away, also looked slightly sideways. Perhaps in his still human nature, he would still be a little surprised by the changes in the plan.
As a result, the terrifying sight of the Supreme Sky focused on the cabin that had not yet completely escaped from the subspace.
The Father of Corruption showed some mercy to this humble and pitiful soul, almost washed away from itself by the roaring waves of the High Heaven.
The Lord of Skulls showed endless anger at this lack of courage and endless fear for the souls who came to this dark universe.
The Prince of Joy gave the body of Joy to this trembling and panicked soul, who was constantly imagining the pain and torture in the future.
The Lord of Change spoke blasphemous whispers to this lowly yet noble soul, whose sea of thoughts still contained twisted and forbidden knowledge.
Even the Primarchs, who were so strong as infants that they could easily strangle mighty warriors to death, were still gradually forged by the blasphemous psychic energy of the Warp Powers in this rapid torrent of souls. They invaded and plundered with ease. It contains knowledge from the minds of souls from another world, and the depravity and rich emotions contained in it are even more surprising.
Until the cold and dazzling golden light completely dispelled the aura that exuded depravity and was about to become a demon and a slave of the gods.
He watched everything indifferently, and at the most critical moment, he took out a moment from his endless busyness to deal with the premature corruption of his children - perhaps the price of this moment will be paid for hundreds of years. Time would make up for it, even though he had discussed with the Master the doomed and inevitable future of collapse...but he could not watch with his own eyes a slave of Chaos who was about to be born from his descendant.
Even if the existence forged by Chaos will be divided into the 'other side', even if that will bring endless blasphemy and killing to the collapsed future.
At least, the humanity he still has left will not allow him to ignore a tool that is useful for the time being.
The scorching spiritual energy of the Lord of Mankind that was enough to ignite the starry sky lighthouse dispersed the blasphemous purple mist surrounding [Experimental Subject No. 12]. In the subspace ocean filled with scorching waves, the originally strong and healthy baby boy was now Transformed into a baby girl - however, the strength has not weakened, the bravery has not diminished, and the work of art carved by the Lord of Humanity himself has not been substantially destroyed, but has been modified by the power from the subspace. Form and soul.
The Emperor was unconcerned with the implications; he could still discern the gentle nature of the Warp in the baby girl.
【that's enough. 】
He didn't feel any regret or happiness. For certain tools and currencies, the master of mankind does need to cherish and use them - but for certain tools and currencies that can be used for consumption, he will never hesitate to use them for a moment.
Even if it will be the only daughter among his twenty-one children, even if it will be a natural leader who can connect the hearts of warriors, share fear, and share courage.
The gene seeds derived from No. 12 have already established several large companies of warriors. All he needs is this 'tool' to be sharp enough in the upcoming Great Crusade.
Evil and satisfied laughter echoed in the subspace. Even though the intervention of the Lord of Mankind caused some changes in the chess game, the four gods seemed to have completed their satisfactory layout - there is no future in the hazy curtain of subspace. With the concept of the past, they know the beginning and end of the story from beginning to end.
The emperor's eyes converged with those of the palm bearers beside him, but they did not express any emotion. They have already predicted the future direction, and their only enemy is time.
They continued the work and busyness at hand in silence, as if the strange change had never happened.
Because their eyes have already crossed the curtain of reality and the sea of souls to spy on everything.
In that decadent and dark future, the war spreading across the galaxy is still going on - several figures of corruption and depravity have never left the chess game, and the currency called human beings is still being consumed at a rate of sand in the Ganges.
This is far from the end, this isn't even the beginning of the end. This is just the end of the beginning.
From the beginning to the end, the emperor of mankind was driving his "Emperor's Dream", standing alone on this dilapidated giant battleship.
For tens of thousands of years, it has never changed.
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