Chapter 136 Everyone has their own agenda
Throne World.
The Randan aliens are the civilization that has caused the most damage to the human empire so far. They are powerful, intelligent, and have a technological level that is not inferior to that of the empire. They are natural psychics.
The price paid for annihilating such a powerful civilization was heavy, and the contributions of the four Primarchs were undoubtedly great, which also highlighted how noble the triumphal ceremony that took place on the throne world was.
In the splendid throne hall, the golden crystal chandeliers cast soft light. On the luxurious red carpet extending from the throne, the three Primarchs, Lion Johnson, Robert Guilliman and Galen Crownguard, knelt on one knee.
The exquisite red robe trailed along the carpet from her sturdy shoulders, and if it weren't for the white velvet edging, it would almost blend into the red carpet.
Their most loyal sons stood behind them, holding the Gene-Father's robes in their arms.
On both sides stood sixteen tall giants, including Sanguinius with pure white wings, the even more sturdy and tall one-eyed Ogryn, and the bald Horus with a warm smile that shone like a little sun.
Sanguinius had a solemn look on his face. He attended the awarding ceremony as a ceremonial officer, holding an exquisite wooden tray in his hand. On the soft red cloth lay three Double-headed Eagle medals quietly.
In front of them was the Holy Emperor of Mankind. Rogal Dorn, the Primarch of the Seventh Legion, stood to his right, holding a ceremonial halberd in his hand, guarding the Emperor like a loyal guard.
Behind the Emperor, holding a gold-rimmed banner was the leader of the Imperial Guards, Constantine Valdor, and the Imperial Chancellor Malcador was surrounded by the Imperial Guards.
The eldest princess of the Empire, Laxana Crownguard, was held hand by the Emperor as they stood before the three Primarchs.
This symbolizes something.
This is what Lorgar Aurelion, Primarch of the Seventeenth Legion of the Word Bearers and the Empire's greatest charlatan, thought.
In the past, Laxana Crown Guard, the younger sister of the second Primarch Galen Crown Guard's adoptive parents, was particularly favored by the Emperor, and thus the widely circulated rumor was born that she was the eldest princess of the Empire and the future imperial daughter who would inherit the throne of the Empire.
But this has always been speculation among various forces. The Emperor has never said it openly or taken any action to declare Lux's identity.
To this day, the Emperor brings his most beloved daughter to attend this awarding ceremony which can be called a "family gathering".
The Emperor acknowledged Lux's identity as the eldest princess and the birth of the youngest and most favored sister of the Primarchs.
Luo Jia felt a little contemptuous, thinking that this indigenous girl born to a mortal was not worthy of standing with the emperor.
He is so holy, so transcendental, and so perfect.
He is the origin of the world, the savior of mankind, their father, their God.
How could that mortal being be worthy of placing his hand in His warm palm?
Mortarion, the Primarch of the 14th Legion's Death Guard, didn't care about Lux's identity, but the look he gave her was not friendly.
Ever since he was captured and brought back to the Empire by the man to whom he swore "I will hate you forever", he initially had a glimmer of hope for the nineteen brothers promised by the Emperor.
Perhaps, here, in this big family called the Empire, he can gain the precious treasures he has always longed for - recognition and family affection.
Instead of his alien adoptive father Nakre, who has long denied, abused and treated him with indifference.
But he ended up with only disappointment.
He met the cold and arrogant Lion of Caliban, the sinister and perverted Batman Curze, and the selfish and arrogant Fulgrim.
When he thought of Fulgrim, Mortarion became furious. He hoped that Fulgrim's gorgeous clothes and beautiful face would rot in the poisonous mist of Barbarus!
He no longer had any hope for the so-called brotherhood.
The only one who was nice to him was Horus.
He is the god of death abandoned by the world and cursed by all living things.
Now all he wanted in his heart was to prove himself, prove his worth, and gain the rights he deserved in the empire.
Next time, in this magnificent throne hall, in front of everyone, it will be me who accepts this proud honor!
The Pale King of Barbarus thought so. Konrad Curze, known as the Warhammer Batman, had a gloomy face hidden under the long black hair hanging down his forehead.
He stared blankly at the three primarch brothers kneeling on the ground, his pupils turning a lifeless gray as if they had lost their light.
His shoulders were shaking uncontrollably, as if he were having an epileptic seizure.
Scenes of fantasy pierced into his eye sockets like broken sharp blades. He endured the pain brought by his psychic talent and absorbed the future full of fear.
He looked and saw the future of the guy called Galen Crownguard.
At midnight when it was raining heavily, lightning roared and tore through the sky, and the momentary mechanical light made the man's exquisite armor shine brightly.
The sword blade, pulsating with blue arcs of electricity, was held high by a sturdy arm, charged with thunder.
The God King was bathed in the storm and thunder, swinging his sword at the unfortunate guy under his feet.
And the unfortunate fellow who was suffering such horrific torture, lying on the ground and spitting blood, was none other than Konrad Coze!
"I will die in his hands!"
Coates was horrified.
Horus was the first to notice that something was wrong with Curze. His body was shaking violently, his shoulders were hunched, and he was trying to squeeze his whole body into the armor.
Horus didn't understand what was happening, and he stretched out his broad hand and placed it on Curze's shoulder.
Feeling something strange, Koz turned his head and happened to meet Horus's handsome face that was warm and sunny.
Horus used his skilled lip reading skills to gently comfort Curze: "My brother, have you thought of something bad?"
The Primarchs generally had psychological defects, and after becoming friends with Mortarion, Horus realized this serious problem.
He thought that perhaps something in the hall overlapped with some of Cozee's childhood nightmares, causing the brother to be so frightened.
Horus's strong "brotherly aura" made Curze feel at ease. After pondering for a moment, he nodded slightly to Horus in acknowledgment.
"After the ceremony, you can come to my room and find me. We can have a simple chat. It may help you."
He·Warhammer Mentor·Russ is online.
Correct!
It is said that there was a conflict between the 16th Legion and the 2nd Legion!
Find Horus!
He must have a way to deal with that horrible future!
Curze threw himself madly at Horus and hugged him like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw.
This seemingly "family gathering" of brothers being friendly and respectful to each other, father being loving and son being filial, reached its climax due to the "evil intentions" of each Primarch.
Of course, not every Primarch has a complicated mind and thinks about trivial things.
The "guard" standing beside the emperor.
"I am Rogal Dorn."
"I am Rogal Dorn."
(End of this chapter)
Throne World.
The Randan aliens are the civilization that has caused the most damage to the human empire so far. They are powerful, intelligent, and have a technological level that is not inferior to that of the empire. They are natural psychics.
The price paid for annihilating such a powerful civilization was heavy, and the contributions of the four Primarchs were undoubtedly great, which also highlighted how noble the triumphal ceremony that took place on the throne world was.
In the splendid throne hall, the golden crystal chandeliers cast soft light. On the luxurious red carpet extending from the throne, the three Primarchs, Lion Johnson, Robert Guilliman and Galen Crownguard, knelt on one knee.
The exquisite red robe trailed along the carpet from her sturdy shoulders, and if it weren't for the white velvet edging, it would almost blend into the red carpet.
Their most loyal sons stood behind them, holding the Gene-Father's robes in their arms.
On both sides stood sixteen tall giants, including Sanguinius with pure white wings, the even more sturdy and tall one-eyed Ogryn, and the bald Horus with a warm smile that shone like a little sun.
Sanguinius had a solemn look on his face. He attended the awarding ceremony as a ceremonial officer, holding an exquisite wooden tray in his hand. On the soft red cloth lay three Double-headed Eagle medals quietly.
In front of them was the Holy Emperor of Mankind. Rogal Dorn, the Primarch of the Seventh Legion, stood to his right, holding a ceremonial halberd in his hand, guarding the Emperor like a loyal guard.
Behind the Emperor, holding a gold-rimmed banner was the leader of the Imperial Guards, Constantine Valdor, and the Imperial Chancellor Malcador was surrounded by the Imperial Guards.
The eldest princess of the Empire, Laxana Crownguard, was held hand by the Emperor as they stood before the three Primarchs.
This symbolizes something.
This is what Lorgar Aurelion, Primarch of the Seventeenth Legion of the Word Bearers and the Empire's greatest charlatan, thought.
In the past, Laxana Crown Guard, the younger sister of the second Primarch Galen Crown Guard's adoptive parents, was particularly favored by the Emperor, and thus the widely circulated rumor was born that she was the eldest princess of the Empire and the future imperial daughter who would inherit the throne of the Empire.
But this has always been speculation among various forces. The Emperor has never said it openly or taken any action to declare Lux's identity.
To this day, the Emperor brings his most beloved daughter to attend this awarding ceremony which can be called a "family gathering".
The Emperor acknowledged Lux's identity as the eldest princess and the birth of the youngest and most favored sister of the Primarchs.
Luo Jia felt a little contemptuous, thinking that this indigenous girl born to a mortal was not worthy of standing with the emperor.
He is so holy, so transcendental, and so perfect.
He is the origin of the world, the savior of mankind, their father, their God.
How could that mortal being be worthy of placing his hand in His warm palm?
Mortarion, the Primarch of the 14th Legion's Death Guard, didn't care about Lux's identity, but the look he gave her was not friendly.
Ever since he was captured and brought back to the Empire by the man to whom he swore "I will hate you forever", he initially had a glimmer of hope for the nineteen brothers promised by the Emperor.
Perhaps, here, in this big family called the Empire, he can gain the precious treasures he has always longed for - recognition and family affection.
Instead of his alien adoptive father Nakre, who has long denied, abused and treated him with indifference.
But he ended up with only disappointment.
He met the cold and arrogant Lion of Caliban, the sinister and perverted Batman Curze, and the selfish and arrogant Fulgrim.
When he thought of Fulgrim, Mortarion became furious. He hoped that Fulgrim's gorgeous clothes and beautiful face would rot in the poisonous mist of Barbarus!
He no longer had any hope for the so-called brotherhood.
The only one who was nice to him was Horus.
He is the god of death abandoned by the world and cursed by all living things.
Now all he wanted in his heart was to prove himself, prove his worth, and gain the rights he deserved in the empire.
Next time, in this magnificent throne hall, in front of everyone, it will be me who accepts this proud honor!
The Pale King of Barbarus thought so. Konrad Curze, known as the Warhammer Batman, had a gloomy face hidden under the long black hair hanging down his forehead.
He stared blankly at the three primarch brothers kneeling on the ground, his pupils turning a lifeless gray as if they had lost their light.
His shoulders were shaking uncontrollably, as if he were having an epileptic seizure.
Scenes of fantasy pierced into his eye sockets like broken sharp blades. He endured the pain brought by his psychic talent and absorbed the future full of fear.
He looked and saw the future of the guy called Galen Crownguard.
At midnight when it was raining heavily, lightning roared and tore through the sky, and the momentary mechanical light made the man's exquisite armor shine brightly.
The sword blade, pulsating with blue arcs of electricity, was held high by a sturdy arm, charged with thunder.
The God King was bathed in the storm and thunder, swinging his sword at the unfortunate guy under his feet.
And the unfortunate fellow who was suffering such horrific torture, lying on the ground and spitting blood, was none other than Konrad Coze!
"I will die in his hands!"
Coates was horrified.
Horus was the first to notice that something was wrong with Curze. His body was shaking violently, his shoulders were hunched, and he was trying to squeeze his whole body into the armor.
Horus didn't understand what was happening, and he stretched out his broad hand and placed it on Curze's shoulder.
Feeling something strange, Koz turned his head and happened to meet Horus's handsome face that was warm and sunny.
Horus used his skilled lip reading skills to gently comfort Curze: "My brother, have you thought of something bad?"
The Primarchs generally had psychological defects, and after becoming friends with Mortarion, Horus realized this serious problem.
He thought that perhaps something in the hall overlapped with some of Cozee's childhood nightmares, causing the brother to be so frightened.
Horus's strong "brotherly aura" made Curze feel at ease. After pondering for a moment, he nodded slightly to Horus in acknowledgment.
"After the ceremony, you can come to my room and find me. We can have a simple chat. It may help you."
He·Warhammer Mentor·Russ is online.
Correct!
It is said that there was a conflict between the 16th Legion and the 2nd Legion!
Find Horus!
He must have a way to deal with that horrible future!
Curze threw himself madly at Horus and hugged him like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw.
This seemingly "family gathering" of brothers being friendly and respectful to each other, father being loving and son being filial, reached its climax due to the "evil intentions" of each Primarch.
Of course, not every Primarch has a complicated mind and thinks about trivial things.
The "guard" standing beside the emperor.
"I am Rogal Dorn."
"I am Rogal Dorn."
(End of this chapter)
