Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

"Watch the move! Luo Bao!"

"That's not fair! Horus! Sanguinius can fly like a fucking bomber!"

"No swear words! Ryan, remember how I taught you to be polite and gentle."

"..."

The Primarchs were still engaged in a snowball fight, with Sanguinius flying through the air, like a bomber, as Llane said.

This idea obviously came from Guilliman. After suggesting that Sanguinius, who was on the same team, turn into a snowball bomber, Guilliman worked hard to make snowballs for Sanguinius.

Every time it hovered in the air, Sanguinius would swoop down and take a bunch of snowballs from Guilliman's arms, then imitate the roaring sound of a bomber with his mouth, and bombard Llane's team indiscriminately.

However, Ryan was the leader of Sanguinius' team before, but Sanguinius was already high. When Ryan thought that Sanguinius was on Horus's side, Horus also encountered Sanguinius. Les's indiscriminate bombing.

The Primarchs are still happy.

Qin Mo was still helping Perturabo realize those wild construction ideas on the edge of the cliff.

When everything was peaceful and peaceful, the Emperor stood at the door of the laboratory, squinting his eyes and quietly observing the small Primarchs.

"If you want, you can go there and even participate in that battle." Malcador walked to the emperor with his scepter.

Waldo, who had just helped the Emperor stop a snowball, bowed slightly to Malcador.

"I don't want to." The emperor shook his head, "I can't either."

Malcador frowned slightly, but listened to the emperor's heart-to-heart explanation.

"I told this ally of ours a few days ago."

"He will be a good elder in the memory of the Primarchs, and I will be a cold and nominal father."

"I will leave a cold and majestic impression on the original bodies, so that they can obey me honestly in the future without any emotion. You understand, if I don't give them too many smiles, they won't You will think that I am a good negotiator.”

"In this way, even if I have to issue some cruel orders in the future, the Primarchs will think that this is my nature, and they will not be disappointed in me."

The emperor's golden pupils blinked.

"They may hate me, but that's okay, they'll obey me and then seek comfort in someone they consider a good person, and then learn they have to obey me."

“Without expectations, there will be no disappointments.”

After hearing the emperor's heart-to-heart talk, Malcador looked troubled.

The person who persuaded the emperor to come out, the youngest immortal, was silent for a moment, and finally couldn't help but said: "You always think that you are doing good things for others, and you don't care what others think. Maybe the Lord of Flames You're right, if you were more honest, things would get better."

The golden pupils moved from the small Primarchs to Malcador's face.

"It is the weakness of human nature to easily hand over trust to others and take chances." The Emperor said, "You have changed, Malcador, after an ally joined our cause."

Valdo listened to the conversation slightly nervously.

Malcador probably knew what the Emperor thought had changed about him.

Probably leaning towards the Lord of Fire, acting like it.

"I implement your will." Malcador shook his head slightly, "You want to maintain this alliance, so I have to cater to the Lord of Flames. You are not good at expressing yourself, and you always make others misunderstand. I have to be that one Expressive and friendly. If you are not willing to maintain this alliance, I will immediately treat the Lord of Fire the same way I treat other people, even if I admit one thing he said makes sense. will do."

The Emperor averted his gaze and continued to watch the Primarchs' play.

He wanted to tell Machado that it was Machado who was overthinking it. He just really felt that his old friend had changed, instead of criticizing his position.

But from a certain perspective, Malcador is indeed a very competent helper. He will cater to what should be catered to for a purpose.

The Eternal One.

Even as the youngest of the Eternals, Malcador was not naive.

After expressing his attitude, Malcador asked the emperor: "Do you have any grudges against the Lord of Fire? Do you think this cooperation and alliance is unsustainable? If so, tell me and I will change it immediately. manner."

Hearing this question, the Emperor did not rush to respond, but talked about something else.

"I noticed him before we pretended to be doctors and went to our allies' ruined hilltop city. He was a unique man, you know, unless there was something like Orr or a Cabal agent to overshadow me. He who perceives things, no one can escape my perception.”

"But I couldn't sense our ally. I thought he was a powerful psyker. I went to observe him."

"I saw him living with the homeless people. During that time, I judged him as a human being who was strange but also felt familiar in those long ago years."

The Emperor glanced back at the laboratory.

"Later I studied his genetic sequence, and you know this."

"But before, when I was about to give up observation and vigilance, when the Rangers encountered a powerful enemy and were almost destroyed, I saw the man I thought was an ordinary human being burning thousands of enemies with fire."

Hearing what the emperor said, Malcador nodded.

While the Emperor was slowly organizing the next words, Malcador spoke first: "You think he is contradictory. He is undoubtedly a human, but he has the power of a star god, which puts you in the gap between trust and suspicion."

"Yes. He is more like a human than us, but he has different powers from humans." The Emperor nodded, "My humanity tells me to trust him. What reason do I have to doubt him? But my cold rationality tells me that I cannot rule out the probability of any crisis, even if this probability seems to be getting smaller and smaller, so small that it seems like my rationality is worrying about nothing. Do you understand my thoughts?"

Malcador nodded frequently: "I understand, I understand. This is actually the necessity of interpersonal communication between humans. Trust and suspicion coexist. No one can completely trust another person, even if you are like Erda, Or, or they are to you..."

The Emperor agreed very much: "Yes. As for you asking me if the covenant is unsustainable..."

At this point, the Emperor looked at the small primarchs.

Qin Mo called on the Primarchs to return to the dimensional space. His words were more powerful than those of Ms. Aisha, for most of the young Primarchs.

When he saw them gradually returning to the dimensional space, Malcador understood what the Emperor wanted to express and nodded: "It seems that trust is the majority."

"Yes, no matter from which angle you look at it, it is so." The Emperor said, "It's still what I thought at the beginning. Even if he is a Star God and does not show everything we see, even if the results of my research on his gene sequence show that he is a genuine Star God, he craves souls. It doesn't matter, I will help him hunt for the souls of alien inferiors as food. He is a Star God who can communicate, which is a condition for cooperation."

"Humanity needs the material conditions he can provide."

"If Or can provide such material conditions and ask me to repent, I will kneel in front of him without hesitation, pretend to repent, and then smear my snot and tears on his boots, just so that he can provide a beneficial and necessary support."

The Emperor's expression was flat, as if he was saying something that should be taken for granted.

"I don't care what I have to pay. I'm ready. It's not that you persuade me, I will stand up and guide mankind."

"I don't care what my fate is. Compared with the fate of the best race in the galaxy, my personal fate is like an ant."

At this point, the Emperor turned around gently, still speaking.

"Besides, we don't need to take a step back to look at this ally now."

"Don't ask similar questions in the future."