Emperor's Dream.
The figure of the Lord of Mankind stood on the bridge, his golden armor shining brightly in the bright stars from the stars.
Beside him, apart from the inseparable Forbidden Army, there was only a vicissitudes of life old man wearing a hood - Markmaster Malcador.
"I don't know if I made the right decision."
Looking at the planet in front of him that was being completely destroyed by cyclone torpedoes, the Emperor sighed quietly.
He originally wanted to take his thirteenth son, Robert Guilliman, and order him to completely destroy the city, just like in 'history', to completely destroy the sad fantasy in Lorgar's heart.
I have never been a god.
It was not the case before, it is not the case now, and it will not be the case in the future.
The Lord of Mankind would do anything to eliminate that possibility.
However, the news of Elaine's appearance in Perfect City completely disrupted his plan.
"It seems you are not willing to trust her."
As if he knew the doubts in the emperor's heart, Malcador said slowly.
"...It's not that I don't want to believe her."
The Emperor shook his head.
"It's that she brought too many variables...I don't know which link will suddenly go wrong, nor which reef will be triggered in advance."
"She is like a young sailor who is ignorant of the world. She always relies on faith and will to fight the storm, but does not know how to give up something in exchange for opportunities and time."
"This behavior is not wrong, but...in any case, she is still too idealistic."
There was a hint of sadness in his words, as if he was watching a lone boat floating toward the boundless sea.
Knowing that the future is dark but still moving forward...what a pity.
Malcador raised his eyebrows slightly.
"It seems that your words are not only about your daughter, my old friend."
"Do you need me to remind you, great Emperor of Mankind—even if you are an experienced sailor, you are still struggling in this dark sea."
"Although you rarely mention your too-long past, in these thousands of years... no human being is as familiar with you as I am."
"You worry about the unknown, my lord."
In response to the Seal Master's persuasion, the Emperor slowly closed his eyes.
Everything in the past appeared in front of his eyes, from humans crying towards the universe, to the unknown in the prosperous age of dark technology, and the endless darkness and pain in the era of strife.
"Our future has always been uncertain and illusory, even if she brought the cursed 'future'."
"Plans can never keep up with changes, and changes will also lead to more tragedies, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of years..."
"Humanity's route has been almost blocked for too long, and the opportunity to survive is right in front of us - I can't ignore it, Malcador."
The emperor lamented, his words no longer had the coldness and solemnity of the past, only the confusion and pain of facing an uncertain future.
Yes, the Emperor who is revered as the Lord of Mankind, the Firestealer of the Source of Destruction, the most powerful psyker in the world - although countless existences have doubted his true identity, but at the root of it, He is still a 'human being'.
He can feel the pain in the hearts of countless people, and can also reluctantly accept the beliefs of those devout believers. He can empathize with everything, just because he has a precious bond with the human race that cannot be broken.
It may have been concluded in BC, or it may have been firmly connected over the long river of time, but the Emperor, who has witnessed everything, has never given up any hope for mankind from beginning to end: it has been in the long river of time. The Age of Strife was shrouded in darkness, and it was completely shattered after the Iron Man Rebellion, but some candles of hope still remained in Terra. As long as this home planet of mankind still existed, this hope would not be completely cut off.
"You created those descendants who are full of your characteristics, but you never put too much effort into them - this was dangerous from the beginning, my lord."
"What's more... the destructive powers of the highest heaven are also watching those little gods - you and I both know that in the not-too-distant future, more than one of them may be kidnapped or die."
Malcador's words revealed concern as he looked up at the majestic Lord of Humanity in front of him.
"Elaine is indeed a young and arrogant sailor... but she cannot be given up easily because of this obsession - she and her twelve legions are still very useful in the Great Crusade, and her role in dispersing the maelstrom is The achievements of Chaos Pollution are worthy of the attention of the gods, if left alone..."
This Sealmaster is also one of the most powerful psychics in the world, so he can naturally see the confusion and pain in the Emperor's eyes, as well as the worry that he feels overwhelmed when facing his heir.
"The parts of her that were taken away by the four gods will lead the legions of chaos to stand on the opposite side of the empire."
"So...the key issue is how to avoid their layout and at the same time prevent chaos from invading the real universe in all directions."
The Emperor spoke softly what the Sealbearer wanted to say.
Malcador nodded slowly.
Yes, they all know that Elaine lost not only the army and part of his body in that tragic war, but a real part of his 'existence'.
Just like Angron, who was killed by the 'Blood Son', returned to the distant Golden Throne, the black sword carrying the power of the Blood God has truly left part of Elaine's existence in Khorne forever. God's Domain - For the destructive power on the brass throne, war is never a certain stage, but an eternal dispute and fight.
From the moment the blood of the Blood God flowed in the ocean of the highest sky, an irreversible chaos has begun.
"If everything from her is allowed to be completely taken away..."
"By then, all the portals to reality that she has closed with her own hands... will probably be completely opened."
"And they are also watching Horus and Sanguinius...and other Primarchs at all times."
"Since Elaine came to the world with the knowledge of the curse, the possibility of the full implementation of the Webway Plan has been reduced to the lowest level."
The Emperor said indifferently, as if he didn't care at all about the dark future he spoke of.
It was precisely because of these hidden crises and hidden dangers that he gave Elaine the arm containing psychic power.
This is the greatest help and support that the Lord of Humanity can give his daughter. There is nothing else - he can only watch Elaine's back heading towards the dangerous subspace, silently supporting this girl and himself in his heart. Very similar children.
Just like any other digital child.
As a being in the real universe, the Emperor's energy is always limited - even if he knew that Horus and Sanguinius were already favored by the gods, he could not make more preparations to deal with the evil gods of Chaos. Nearly endless backhands and intrusions.
Some things are completely doomed from the beginning.
"Meanwhile, there's the Great Crusade."
"Whether it is the Randan Empire that has been completely wiped out by the Dark Angels, or the Orc Empire that is rising in the galaxy...our enemies are everywhere."
The imprinter reminded the Emperor softly.
In front of this old ship called the Human Empire, there are endless dark seas and dangerous rocks, as well as many deep-sea behemoths constantly surrounding it.
But the Emperor could only watch Elaine fight alone against the chaos that he should have fought against.
The Lord of Mankind sighed deeply.
Although his energy is limited, he does not want to give up on anyone.
Whether it was Horus, Sanguinius, Elaine, or a dozen other children, the Emperor wanted to save them from that ruined future, no matter where they were.
The Emperor is greedy and crazy at the same time. He attempts to compete with the gods of the subspace as a human being, trying to win a new future for the human race in the slim hope.
On his path, all the beautiful new tomorrows have been arranged. As long as he can successfully withdraw from the subspace after the end of this great expedition, the star torch that shines on the entire galaxy will no longer be cold, but will bloom. The extremely warm sunshine.
only--
"Our only enemy is time."
Malcador spoke slowly, as if he knew everything the emperor had in mind.
After all, he is an old friend who has accompanied the Lord of Humanity for six thousand years.
"...Yes, there is only time."
"Nothing more than that."
The Lord of Mankind looked toward the stars, gazing at the perfect city that had been burned to the ground.
Now, there is no pious prayer coming from it.
But he could vaguely feel that in the not-too-distant future...devout prayers would once again echo in this wasteland.
Like fresh flower buds growing out of the scorched soil.
Although the Emperor could not understand its beauty, its tenacity was still enough to make him look at it with suspicion.
"The Word Bearers will be restored to life."
"The price of rebirth is the nourishment of endless corpses and blood."
"And there are more legions waiting for rebirth...Iron Warriors, Night Lords, Death Guard..."
The Emperor sighed.
On Elaine's back, he saw too many scars and pain about to come.
He was all too familiar with the painful road of marching forward bravely for hope - because he walked so stubbornly along the way, greedily and hysterically searching for any direction that could save mankind.
Just like everything Elaine was doing at this moment, she tried her best to dispel the darkness that shrouded her fate.
The most ironic thing is that among his twenty descendants... it is Elaine, the 'outsider' who inherited his greedy trait.
In the eyes of outsiders, this obsession seems so unreasonable and so tragically stupid...
The emperor felt the same way.
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