Proof of the Sun King

"Before that, I must praise you, Ryan, my child." Macado's old face was still full of ridicule and sneer, as if everything in the world was a fool, only he was smart: "It will contradict, Will question, be rebellious, this is a qualified child, if you are really like Ruth, drooling and telling me that you are happy to be a tool, you are happy to be his lackey, then I don't need to show up, there's no need I taught you, or maybe, you are the stinky stone in that hut in Dorne, and I won't teach you if you don't learn to respect the elders."

Ryan: "..."

The Primarch thought to himself that his father really liked sarcasm.

Ryan vaguely remembers that Dorn, who was the Primarch of the Empire Fist, had a good relationship with Malcador and was a good partner in internal affairs and military affairs, but the latter two gradually had cracks - Dorn was still emphasizing honor and persistence, courage And faith, but Malcador thinks these are not worth mentioning. Malcador has little fame and fortune, and he mocks the so-called courage, glory, faith and the like, and even the Primarchs will do it. Indulge in the great crusade countless victories, illustrious exploits and great glory scoffed.

In Malcador's eyes, Dorne is an idiot. Most of the Primarchs are idiots. Except for Ruth, only a few people such as Khan and Guilliman can get a certain degree of recognition from Malcador. Liman, the most moderate existence, also has a huge irreconcilable gap between the political views of the two sides.

He knows better than anyone that God (or the Primarch) first acquires power, and then learns to control power. It is obvious that mortals cannot be compared to gods, but mortals know how to use the greatest restraint to control every bit of power they increase. .

Because of this, Malcador can bear the resentment of almost the entire universe, bear the misunderstanding of anyone, bear the sins and disasters brought about by the execution of the entire imperial bureaucracy, and even the emperor himself. Malcador is not a god. , but his self-discipline, self-knowledge, self-examination, and self-confidence are the key to resisting the corruption of chaos. Those who hold the seal turn the tide again and again, and help the building to collapse. During the Great Crusade, the empire can lose one, two or even Half of the Primarchs can also lose one, two, or even half of the Legion, but the Empire cannot leave Malcador even for any day. Countless appointments and dismissals are waiting for him to sign, countless personnel deployments waiting for his nod, countless worlds waiting for him. He is led by a bureaucratic team to manage, and countless secret contracts and agreements are waiting for him to review.

This is Malcador, the existence that even the Emperor calls "my best friend" and "my confidant".

"My child, my daughter-in-law, you all know it in your heart." Malcado tapped the ground of platform nine and three-quarters with the golden double-headed eagle scepter, and he smiled: "What Tzeentch said It's not a lie, the Lord of Changes does not need to lie, He is telling the truth, many times, you do lack freedom, we must first admit this, am I right?"

"...As your father said." Ryan lowered his head.

"Your responsibility is too heavy, you know this from the very beginning." Malcador sneered, and the palmprinter turned his eyes into the distance: "Over the years, I have been secretly observing the outside world through you, it can be said that , Since the first time you entered the battlefield, you have both a sense of urgency and a sense of mission. You are in your teens and twenties. You should be a Primarch swaying yourself. When you're happy in life, you can't do it from the start, because you're a primarch, and you've been burdened with too much weight from the start, not to mention what happened later."

Lane lowered his head.

Sulia, who was sitting next to Ryan, suddenly felt a heart-wrenching pain in her heart.

Yes, from a very early time, Suria had a feeling that Ryan was always carrying extremely heavy responsibilities and obligations far beyond what he should bear at his age. He often pretended to be relaxed, but... The knight could only stretch out his hand and clenched Ryan's big cold hand.

"I'll tell you today, what is freedom? What is freedom?" Malcado looked at his son and narrowed his eyes slightly: "The so-called freedom is actually divided into two types. The first type, we call it It's 'liberty' and the second, we call it 'freedom'."

"Although both liberty and freedom are called freedom, they have very different meanings. Liberty refers to freedom from being dominated by others, not subject to slaves and slaves. Liberty refers not to 'do what you want', but to be free from the **** of others." Malcador first stretched out his finger and wrote on the table with his psionic energy: "This is very simple, why do humans rebel against Chaos? Why do the Eternals support the Emperor's unification of Terra? Why did Angron rise up against the slave owners? None He, they are just for liberty, to take back control and autonomy of their own lives, which is freedom."

"Yeah." Ryan and Suria both nodded.

"It is similar but the kernel is completely different. It is 'freedom'. What is freedom?" Malcado laughed: "The meaning of freedom is also very simple, that is to get rid of the shackles of fate, to get rid of the **** of inevitability, and to have one's own choice. power, that's freedom."

"Freedom is considered to be the knowledge and control of inevitability, but in practice, its endings are often absurd. For example, is Angron free? If he is, then he arrives at Nukelia and is spiritually charged. Clan attacked, seriously wounded, captured, turned into a gladiator, and finally put on the butcher's nail, all of which can be considered fate, he is obviously not free, but Angron resisted, he resisted with his free will, which is obviously Free, but what is the result of his rebellion?"

"My brother was taken away by my father, this is not free." Ryan nodded, he was thoughtful.

"That's right, it's fate again, but it's all the result of Angron's own choice. When he chose to work for the Emperor reluctantly, he was free, but soon he was not free. He chose At the moment of his betrayal, he was free, but as he descended into Chaos, he became an unfree being, a toy of Khorne, and by the same token, the World Eaters Chapters were reluctant to accept the Emperor's Controlling, self-selecting to install the butcher's nail is obviously the **** of free will, but we all know what the butcher's nail is, is it still free to install that kind of thing?" Malcado laughed.

Ryan smiled bitterly. What is the butcher's nail? In the simplest terms, it is to cut the brain in half and carry out biomechanical implantation and transformation. Since then, the recipient of the transformation will lose all the source of happiness and excitement, only in battle and slaughter. Being able to obtain and secrete a trace of happiness is a dark technology specially made for gladiators.

"Above the lie called freedom lies endless shackles, Ryan." Malcador then pointed to Surya: "You choose to marry Surya, choose to accept the canonization of the Eldar God, choose to become a king, these are all It is the decision of your free will, no one can interfere with you, but as you make a decision, everything changes, you are no longer free, but bear a deeper responsibility, a deeper shackle, you Maybe you haven't regretted it, but you must have thought more than once in your heart, why you are pursuing freedom, why do you get tired and hard as you go back?"

"Everything is as my father said, but I don't regret the choice of marrying Surya." Ryan's heart rose a little bit of warmth, he took Surya's hand, and smiled at his wife .

"It's good that you have your own ideas," Malcado continued: "But from this deconstruction, we have to turn back to two paths, one is the determinism of everything, which is also very simple, that is we The cause of everything can be found out from any event, and since there is a cause, then the occurrence of all things becomes inevitable, and the more freedom is pursued, the less freedom becomes.”

"You have to fight the final moment, you need to quickly control the country and build an army, so it is inevitable that you become a king, and it is inevitable that you marry Surya."

"And your path, from my sacrifice to the Emperor's attempt to create a Primarch, is inevitable."

"The attempt to create the primarch can be summed up in the confrontation between humans, Eldar and Chaos, which is also inevitable."

"Then this problem is over, because we can trace back to the origin of chaos, to the battle of heaven between the ancient saints and the fear of the dead, to the birth of all spirits, to the Big Bang." Malcador grinned: "In this case, the operation of all things is fixed, so what's the point of our life?"

"That's not right." Ryan shook his head: "Otherwise, all the sacrifices we made, all the sacrifices father you made, the sacrifices of all mankind and even the entire universe, wouldn't they be meaningless?"

"That's right!" Macado had a teachable expression on his face, and the pawprinter nodded lightly: "Then what resists determinism is free will, and people firmly believe that through their own efforts, they can reverse causation and spontaneously make Events happen, choices are made that can start a whole new chain of causality, and everyone can make a decision, but is also responsible for their own decisions.”

"But here comes the problem. Since it is one's own decision, one is naturally responsible for one's own decision. Responsibilities are chained. Laws, morals, and ethics begin to appear, so it is inevitable that emotions will arise, hatred will spread, and mortals will interact with each other. Intense emotions mapped and intensified the variation of the warp, leading to the birth of Chaos, and to the endless exploitation and slavery, hatred and slaughter among mortals."

Ryan and Suria looked at each other and nodded in approval.

"As hatred grows, gradually, its roots can no longer be traced, the hatred bred and born in class, race, country and culture will only overflow more and more and gradually evolve into lost The war of control spreads hatred to every mortal individual." Malcador looked into the distance: "Chaos is born from this, obviously they are the root of all evil, but so far no one can completely defeat him. their way."

"Isn't even the Imperial Truth?" Ryan said in confusion.

"Imperial Truth... Did you know that with the spread of Imperial Truth in the Great Crusade, a new materialist Chaos God is being conceived in the warp, and if this continues, a new Chaos God will appear, and the Emperor It is the mortal spokesman of this new god." Malcador showed his yellowed teeth: "This is not good, not good at all."

"Why is it bad?" Surya was still puzzled: "If you do this, doesn't the Emperor gain enough power to deal with the Four Chaos Gods?"

"The nature has changed, from a war between mortals and chaos to a war between chaos and chaos." Malcador shook his head: "The emperor's method is to make the map smaller, make everything pure, and roughly draw everything As 'us' and 'enemy', the chain of hatred and war will continue, never ending, it's just that if the Netway project succeeds, its scale will be controlled, but nothing has changed in essence."

"And this is why the Eternals have left the Emperor one after another. They found that they were deceived, and the Emperor did not completely solve the chaos. On the contrary, he rudely brought everything into his own order and control. After gathering the power of human beings, he also used the shackles called order and rules to strangle the countless possibilities that human beings should have. Therefore, the disappointed and angry immortals left one after another, only I understand him, I understand the emperor. Emperor."

"The primarchs are born weapons, born tools, born to kill and rule." Malcador said warmly: "But the emperor is not, I am not, mortals are not, the primarchs must be brave, they must be fearless, mortals Not a born warrior, but the Emperor still does it, I, Malcador, as his only confidant and best friend, will give everything for him, even if I use up my psychic power to maintain the Golden Throne, even if I use up All the power of the Eternal, just to let him arrange the funeral."

"It's gone, now you understand that all the so-called freedoms are false propositions." Malcado continued with a smile: "Then the question is, what is true freedom, how do we end the chain of hatred, and how do we achieve it? The freedom of oneself, how to transcend human beings in denial and affirmation, this is the ultimate question involving the origin of the universe, I leave it to you.”

"What should I do?" Ryan said subconsciously.

"Silly boy." Malcador smiled kindly. "The answer is up to you to find out, because this is a question that neither the Emperor nor I can answer."

"You and the Emperor can't answer the question, you want to leave it to me?" Ryan said with some anger and some displeasure: "How could I know? I'm only fifty years old this year, how about you? You have lived for seven thousand years. , the emperor is more than 48,000 years old, and you can't figure out the problem, throw it to me now?!"

"Because, you are our child." Malcador suddenly stretched out his withered and wrinkled hand, held Ryan's head, and rubbed gently on his long black hair. Affectionate and kind eyes stared at Ryan, as if to imprint everything about him in his mind: "Isn't this what a father must do to pass on his life's ideals and wishes to the next generation? Do you have expectations?"

Ryan was stagnant, the Primarch was about to say something, but he found that Malcador's figure was gradually fading.

The last power left in Ryan's body is being exhausted, and Malcador himself discovered this. At this time, the scepter faded away all his sarcasm and cynicism, and he revealed his mortal face. old man.

He is the founder of the bureaucracy of the human galactic empire. He is the first person in power under the Emperor. He is the strongest psionicist in the Empire except the Emperor. He is a hero personally sentenced by the Emperor. Most people forget.

He wasn't at all divine in appearance, not as captivating and adoring at first sight as the Emperor and Primarchs were.

Because this is a human face, a mortal face, there is not even a little bit of divinity in him. If you don't look at his golden double-headed eagle scepter, most people can't compare him with an ordinary old bureaucrat. distinguish.

"I really still have a lot to tell you, child, but I'm running out of time." Malcador reluctantly watched as he was dissipating: "Your existence is the result of me and all the Eternals trying their best to create the Primarch. Saved from the dark forces, my genes and the Emperor's genes make up you."

"The immortal gene in your body has been completely lost because of Tzeentch's destruction and sharing with Suria." A golden light shot out of Malcador's chest and poured into Ryan's body: "Now, let me restore it, but , this is the last time."

"Father!" Ryan finally burst into tears, and the Primarch tried to reach out, but he caught nothing.

"Go to find the meaning of your own battle, to find a way to end all these hatred chains, to solve the ultimate proposition of the universe, there is still hope, Ryan." Malcador's figure turned into light: "Please, please, my son."

"What you lost is only the shackles called freedom, and what you will gain is the whole world! Child!"

The last mark of the palm print in the entire universe has disappeared, the light of the hero dissipated with the chaotic wind in the warp, and there is no reverberation. The nine and three-quarters platform has been disillusioned, and the rest is a large area. nothingness.

All the confusion on Ryan's face disappeared, and the Primarch pulled Suria, who was already in tears, to kneel.

"Thank you, father!"

The stalwart psychic energy of the Grey Knight Primarch reignited, more vigorously than ever before, and in addition to the usual sky-blue and silver flames, it was added with the light of golden flames.

Since then, Ryan has no more confusion.

"The hymn of the righteous father is the hymn of mortals." Surya gently wiped her tears, and the female knight stretched out her hand sadly: "He is a hero, a real hero~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Ryan stretched out his hand and wiped it away. Tears, the Primarch opened his hands, and he meditated on an old song.

"The Emperor's Hand is the Guardian Hand." Sky blue and silver flames lit up.

"The hand of the father is the hand of nurturing." The golden flame lit up.

"Hands meet, the door opens."

A portal back to the mortal world emerged in the chaos of the warp.

"Thanks to the blessings of Tzeentch and the other three gods of chaos, what they gave and the source of the digital elf gods in Morgul is enough, and there is even a surplus." Ryan burst into tears and forced a smile at Surya. Said: "Well... it's time to go back and continue to fulfill our own, the mission we chose, save the mortal world, stop Archaen and the end of the day!"

"Yeah!" Surya took Ryan's hand.

...... I am a goodbye, the dividing line of the palmprinter......

Brittany, the Palace of Fontainebleau.

It has been more than two months since his father and mother disappeared. Devonhill has never hated his weakness and incompetence as much as he does today. The eldest son of the Sun King has been trained hard under the guidance of the Green Knight and accepted various courses. He sat and listened to how Uncle Lauen and Grandpa Francois dealt with internal affairs, just to be able to persevere earlier.

After finally completing the entire course, Devon Hill just dismounted and was about to take a breath. At this moment, a gust of wind blew, and Devon Hill suddenly felt that his head was gently stroked.

The proud baron usually hated others touching his head the most. Except for his father, two mothers, and Uncle Angron, if anyone touched his head, Devonhill would be angry.

But why does this feel so warm and so sad?

The son, who shed tears under the strange gaze of the Twilight sisters, stretched out his hand, but caught nothing.

Something turned into the wind and left forever.

forever.