Warhammer 40: Mortal Gods

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A month has passed since the war against the Melanson Alliance officially began.

Several major warlords in the surrounding area, including the Melanson Alliance, and several technological barbarian chiefs, were all annexed within this month.

Now the Lords of Flame and Thunder need to face even more powerful warlords.

Compared to other warlords, he is very powerful.

During this month the Emperor did not personally direct the affairs of the war, and apparently would not do so again.

With the war and logistics in hand, the Emperor was less busy and devoted his attention to research related to the Primarchs.

This research, which will not be completed until the end of the Unification War, is now progressing at a much faster pace.

It is conceivable that the Primarchs would have fought alongside their sons much earlier.

As someone who was fully committed to this research, the Emperor could immediately go to the laboratory at the foot of the Himalayas after finishing that meeting.

【Gene comparison passed. 】

The door of the laboratory slowly opened before the Emperor.

The guards on both sides of the corridor knelt on one knee and saluted the emperor.

As the emperor walked through the corridor, silently and slowly passing each guard, the guards inevitably discovered that the emperor was holding a small box in his hand.

This box is full of technology, even the flow of time around the box is slowed down.

It is obviously not a product of the present age, but of an older age.

The Emperor carried the box to the end of the corridor and came to the door of the laboratory behind the corner.

Looking around and seeing no one was there, the emperor pushed the door open carrying a small box.

After entering the laboratory, he glanced at the beverage cups piled up like a mountain in the corner and walked straight to the deepest part of the laboratory.

Erda was lying on a device, allowing the machine to extract her genes.

"Thank you for your hard work." The emperor came to Erda and opened the box.

This box, which was extremely mysterious in the eyes of the Imperial Guards, contained two cups of black carbonated drinks.

The emperor took out the ice-cold cup and held it in his hand, and took out the cup at room temperature and handed it to Erda.

"You used the stationary box to hold drinks?" Erda took the drink subconsciously, but still couldn't help complaining.

After the machine extracted the blood, it was stored in a huge blood bank nearby. Then Erda, with a pale face, sat up and drank the beverage with a straw.

Drinks at room temperature.

It has a slightly sweet flavor that is particularly prominent because it has been opened for a long time.

This is exactly what Elda likes.

She glanced at the Emperor beside her. Her preferences were still remembered and noticed by the Emperor, just like when the Emperor first started bringing her drinks.

Every time this happens, the relationship between the two will ease a little.

Watching the Emperor extract the blood and put it into a static force field box to be taken to another laboratory, Erda said, "I've always wanted to ask you, where did you get this drink? It can't be from tens of thousands of years ago, right?"

"No." The Emperor operated expressionlessly. The drink cup floated in front of his chin and automatically supplied him with drinks. "I bought it in the residential area. This thing has been restored."

Erda nodded and looked down at the cup of drink in his hand. This carbonated drink had special meaning to the emperor.

That's what humans commonly drank in the pre-space age and post-space age.

Thinking about the fact that the Emperor always remembered his special preference in drinking beverages, Erda felt that perhaps he should not treat this old friend and current collaborator so coldly.

The Emperor has indeed changed a lot, but as an Immortal who has experienced countless things, who among the Immortals dares to say that he has not changed?

"Your work is done."

"Leave here, don't you just want to leave?"

The emperor's emotionless words made Erda feel that she was still too obedient and gentle to him.

"I don't want to stay here forever, and I don't want to help you with your impossible career." Erda stood up from the equipment and took his black robe from the hanger. "It was you who insisted on me coming here to help you research things. Although I will leave next, you will still be the one to leave."

The emperor had his back to Erda, and only the sizzling sound of the drinks reached Erda's ears.

Before leaving the lab, Erda paused as she thought of something: "What will you do to those children?"

"child?"

The sizzling sound of the drinks stopped and the Emperor paused.

"Yes, my boy, the Primarchs," said Erda.

"Oh, you mean them." The Emperor continued with his work, closing the stasis box and the sample inside. "They will be used as a weapon. I designed them to grow easily for this purpose. They will grow up and lead armies in battles until they die and sacrifice everything for my cause, as they cannot age."

The Emperor's words were extremely calm, so calm that Erda couldn't bear it.

"They are not weapons. Although they have not been manufactured yet, we all know that they have their own thoughts." Erda frowned.

"Well." The Emperor remained very calm. "Just like the Custodians, Thunder Warriors and mortal soldiers, they all have their own thoughts, but they still have to be weapons. This is their fate."

"You can't do this to them!" Erda retorted, "Those guards and mortals have their own experiences and have felt love. They will be healed by their past experiences and the love they have received when they are tied to your chariot, but these children are different!"

The Emperor calmly closed the box and went to the laboratory that Elda could not reach.

But Erda blocked the door.

The Emperor said calmly, "Then what were you doing before? You know me better than anyone else. Don't you know what I want to do with the Primarch? You didn't stop me. You participated in this plan, just like before. No matter what happened, as long as I asked you to come, you would still come and do things for me. You didn't dare to resist me at all, just like Pavlov's dog."

Erda looked at the emperor, stunned and speechless for a long time.

He had mixed feelings towards the person in front of him, including some fear.

Whatever the Emperor's personality was in the primitive and pre-space age of humanity, humorous or cold-blooded... He was a powerful being, with the power to shatter a star with a snap of his fingers, and this was the source of fear.

Erda began to think about retreating. She wanted to leave here, just like she had done every time after helping the emperor.

But this time she had a sudden courage, a sudden courage.

After taking a deep breath, Erda slowly shook her head: "I won't allow it!"

The Emperor lifted the box and transferred it to the other hand.

Because of this action, Erda subconsciously took a step back and called upon his spiritual energy.

"No matter what kind of person I am in your eyes, you don't have to fear me." The Emperor walked towards Erda, "I will not kill you, never."

Erda took two steps back, then suddenly pulled out a dagger and stabbed the emperor.

The Emperor dodged. If the guards outside saw it, they would be in disbelief that the Emperor would dodge a dagger used by a mortal.

After dodging the dagger, the Emperor raised his hand and bound Erda with powerful psychic power.

Then Erda saw the scene of the subspace, and the next second he passed through the subspace and gently landed in a desert.

The Emperor teleported himself away, Erda thought, she looked around, taking in the environment, then raised her head to look at the sky.

No matter where this is, in any corner of the galaxy, this is not Terra.

All Erda had was a drink.

"Damn Neos!" Erda cursed angrily, burned the cup of drink in his hand with his psychic power, and then trudged to the end of the desert.