The thick clouds in Nuceria make it difficult for any light to pass through. The extremely dim morning light is a familiar daily life for the Nucerians. The people living in the red sand know that their past bloody sins make the sun no longer have mercy. . Only when they look up at the top of the holy peak that is always frozen, will the pure and dazzling light forgive their dark past.
Yes, a noble and resolute saintess was born on Nuceria, a once dark and cruel planet. She comes from the swaddling clothes of the mountains and rests in the embrace of the cold wind. She brought unprecedented unity and friendship to the descendants of Gaoshan, and they truly felt the enthusiasm that existed in each other's hearts.
Soon, a kingdom unique to the mountains was established. The benevolent and brave saint blocked the red sand raiders from the foothills. She even shared the fire of the soul with each warrior during the night chat around the fire. The fire of the soul is condensed through the friendship of many fighting brothers and sisters - everyone can clearly feel the simple feelings in each other's hearts, and everyone is moved by the nobility that exists in the other's heart.
The kingdom of the mountains has grown stronger through the link of friendship, and the saint who has become more majestic is also regarded as a walking god by the sons of the mountains. Countless lonely villages have joined this warm family. Perhaps in the simple hearts of the people of the mountains, There was still a bit of wildness, but when they embraced each other in spirit and body under the guidance of the Saint, they became true brothers and sisters invisibly.
Before this, they had never thought that this ruthless mountain range would breed so many people, and they had never thought that the bloodthirsty and violent children of the red sand would be so cowardly and weak - in the Saint In front of these spiritually connected mountain warriors, the selfish mercenaries and nobles are like weeds in front of the iron hoof, not worth mentioning.
Now, the Sons of the Mountain have released all the oppressed Sons of the Red Sand from the chains of the nobility, and returned to freedom under the protection of the Saint of Winter.
The once barren and desolate red sand gradually regained its richness, the arena that once oppressed the blood and sweat of countless slave warriors became farmland, and the high mountains that used to be called the wild outer land became the center of everything.
The mountains are the throne of the land of red sand. The ruler on top of it is the Saint of Winter who protects the entire red sand world.
Just like the descriptions in all ancient myths, the Winter Saint's duty to save Nuceria has been fulfilled, and the gods from the highest heaven have also come to take back the children of God.
On that day, the sons of the red sand saw the golden light belonging to the gods in the thick clouds - covering up the light of the faint stars and dazzling snowy peaks, just like the saint's gilded eyes shining with eternal burning flames. eye.
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The dazzling golden holy light enveloped the frozen castle of Nuceria's holy peak, and the howling blizzard seemed to be melted and stagnant. If anyone looks directly at the overly dazzling golden light but does not burn out the eyes, they will see A living god is also walking on the stairs made of iron eagles.
Tall and majestic, it is a sacred existence that cannot be exaggerated in praise using any exaggerated words. The overly dazzling golden light reminded the sons of the mountains of the sun mentioned in ancient legends. Even though they had never seen the truly dazzling sunlight... they could not help but believe that the dazzling light was real.
As the sacred steps set foot on the frozen masonry of the mountain kingdom for the first time, the god truly entered the sight of the descendants of the mountains who were always on guard.
In an instant, countless sharp blades were pointed at the golden light.
Even if they don't have the courage to face a real god, for the guards of the Holy Mountain, the duty to protect the Saint is far greater than their lives.
As if sensing the hostility of the guards, the overly dazzling golden light finally slowly dissipated, revealing the majestic body of the god that was still difficult for mortals to look directly at.
That was an emperor who stepped out of an ancient scroll. His majestic figure was covered with exquisite armor carved from luxurious gilt, and his laurel wreath made of catkins showed his divine image. His face, which was difficult to distinguish in the too dazzling golden light, exuded an incomparable glow. With his majesty and reassuring warmth, no one would question his identity. They could tell with just one glance that he was the Lord of Humanity walking in the world.
When the light gradually faded, next to the golden king were dozens of stalwart golden-armored guards who appeared at an unknown time, their scarlet tassels dancing in the wind. They have strong and burly bodies like demigods, and they also exude a terrifying aura that climbs out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
This is undoubtedly a real miracle, and the god leads his guards to the world in person.
Even though they were in awe, the people of the mountains did not panic. They turned their attention to the Son of God walking in the high mountain country - the Saint of Winter, who had a body almost as tall as the golden king, was standing in front of them. Those sharp and ferocious gilded eyes burning with hot flames were facing the benevolent gaze of the god.
Winter has ended in silence, and the howling wind and snow have stopped at this moment.
On top of this castle, which symbolizes the top of Nuceria, is the first encounter between the saint and the god.
The benevolent and ferocious golden eyes faced each other. Countless thoughts and collisions appeared or disappeared at that moment, and countless emotions and stories were transmitted through the soul waves of the highest heaven.
Perhaps, this moment, which is inconspicuous to mortals, is an almost eternal long conversation between God and the Son of God.
No one knows the purpose of this golden king's visit, and no one knows why the Saint of Winter is waiting here.
As if he had expected that the current scene would happen, a cold female voice like the cold wind broke the silence.
"Father."
The Primarch who created this great mountain kingdom bowed slightly, and the thick armor exuding bloody evil energy clanked with her movements.
Perhaps the endless thoughts and knowledge of both parties got the answer in the collision with each other, or the waves of the sea of souls whispered in Elaine's ears, and the result is:
A clear answer called [Recognition] was presented to this Primarch with another worldly memory.
She lived up to her genetic father's redemption.
And this daughter who completed self-salvation in her new life also satisfied the Lord of mankind.
So, the Emperor accepted his daughter.
Therefore, Elaine chose to surrender and surrender.
The Lord of Mankind does not care what secrets his tools hold, because he knew everything from the beginning, and it was he who personally saved this child cursed by knowledge.
Although he never knew how to show any fatherly love, this was his way of showing his fatherly love.
Just as he never thought of excluding the Astartes from the future map of the Imperium of Man, he never abandoned any worthy child.
In the chess game of the Warp, nothing is predestined, and any Primarch is currently an unused pawn.
The Lord of Mankind never thought from the beginning that he would give half of his children to Chaos.
Therefore, the subspace storm that swept through the laboratory was formed in the anger of the gods.
When Elaine truly faced her undoubted genetic father, no matter what past memories said about him, she was not going to adopt their opinions.
Because it was he who personally redeemed himself from the corruption of Chaos.
Therefore, she chose to express her respect and loyalty to her father who had given her endless knowledge and power without hesitation.
She had been afraid because she had the guilt of damning knowledge.
She had panicked because she felt uneasy about the future all the time.
Although the scars left by Chaos never faded, she remained loyal because the Emperor granted her true new life.
The Lord of Humanity has a human nature called 'love'.
So the Emperor redeemed his daughter twice.
Although his daughter was given a library from another world and a past that depicted the coming tragedy of his empire.
The Lord of Mankind was not surprised by this, for his son who grew up in Nostramo also embarked on such a sad path.
The ability to peer into the future is indeed precious enough, but to the Emperor, it is just a library filled with countless books.
Fantasy and future depend on the choice of the heart.
The Lord of Mankind knew all the answers and knew that his son, Konrad Curze, was trapped in the library, unable to extricate himself, but he did nothing to stop or dissuade him.
Because in his plan... nothing matters.
On top of the chess game, he still has enough pieces.
His only enemy is time.
Moreover, the Lord of Humanity has prepared countless plans, and the talent of this daughter is one of them.
Elaine's psychic talent is a symbol of pure humanity. Through her sea of souls as pure as white paper, she can serve as a spiritual link for those sons, slightly delaying the coming chaos.
Of course, the Emperor was undoubtedly incompetent as a father.
However, even he knew that he was incompetent. The only competent thing he did was to take away the blue feather contained in the cursed book and successfully redeem Elaine from the corruption of Chaos.
For this reason, even the Emperor, who was increasingly dehumanizing in his struggle against time, had to pay the price of hundreds of years of busyness.
Now, as the Emperor sees the people of Nuceria regaining freedom and happiness under the leadership of his daughter, a heartfelt sense of relief once again emerges in the heart of the Lord of Mankind.
He vaguely remembered that the last time he felt this way was in Ultramar.
This symbolizes that the past efforts of the Lord of Mankind have never been in vain.
At this moment, the Lord of Humanity chose to give his daughter the few pieces of humanity and fatherly love as a reward.
"My daughter, Angron Elaine."
Cold and holy, arrogant and kind. The benevolent voice of the Lord of Humanity called his genetic daughter, and he slowly walked towards this existence that he had never been optimistic about - but still took action to save. He didn't care what kind of heretical knowledge the otherworldly souls inhabiting it had, he just hoped that his only daughter could function adequately.
Yes. He knew that future turmoil would occur, and he could not guarantee which beings would be abducted by the gods in the highest heaven.
But, before that...as long as the survival and glory of humanity are ensured to be spread across the galaxy.
Then, no matter what the painful price is, you can accept it.
Seeing this, the people of the mountains immediately saluted the golden king with the most respectful etiquette. They were happy and grateful. Because they finally learned a truth they already knew - their saint was the descendant of a god.
The cold wind howled and nibbled at the gaps between their armors, but everyone felt extremely warm.
The benevolent lord of humanity looked at the satisfactory work in front of her. It was obvious that she had grown into a capable lord of the planet and was always ready to take over the corresponding responsibilities in the Great Expedition.
Even if the Emperor noticed a faint hint of cowardice beneath the thick armor of this work, it was only an inconsequential flaw. The important thing is that this soul that was stained by chaos in the past has not yet fallen, and the human essence that is forged through cowardice still makes the emperor feel a little bit of a feeling called 'gratification'.
She will be an excellent and reliable tool.
"You have broken all the decay and shackles of this country and freed mankind from endless oppression... This is very good."
"You have a destiny, my son."
The emperor closed his eyes slightly, hiding the endless indifference contained in them, and replaced them with paternal gentleness and kindness. The thick and dexterous hand armor gently caressed his child's slender hair as red as fire.
"Your gaze and the battlefield will be the boundless Milky Way. You will break all the shackles of pain that bind mankind."
"Follow me, follow the legion derived from your genetic blood."
"Come... join the great journey to liberate mankind, my twelfth child."
Indescribable warmth gradually filled her heart, and countless scenes of war were also mixed in, but what Elaine saw was not blood and corpses - but the beautiful scene of countless civilians in poor clothes, but showing warm smiles in the rebuilt order. .
Among them, Elaine seemed to see his descendants fighting on the battlefield.
She raised her head slightly and met the gaze of her genetic father that contained perseverance and tenderness.
She felt a little warmth from her relatives in it.
Her responsibilities and burdens have not ended, the strings of fate have never stopped playing, and the chaos that is destined to come will destroy anyone's peaceful destiny.
Rewriting tragedy in despair is Elaine's new destiny.
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