Warhammer: Emperor's Ravenbringer

Chapter 97 Old Fourteen and Unhappiness

The destruction of the war moon unleashed a horrific energy storm.

It swept in all directions like a surging tide.

The huge greenskin fleet was like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.

Being swept away by the energy storm, or even torn apart directly.

The bloated green battleship turned into a huge amount of debris floating in the void, left in the vacuum and gradually cooling down.

Countless orcs were thrown out of the warship and turned into cold corpses.

The greenskin fleet, which had originally had the upper hand, suffered heavy losses.

The death of the Beast Warlord also caused the morale of the greenskin army to collapse.

Even though they still had far more warships than the First Fleet, they had already begun to flee frantically.

The First Fleet reversed its original disadvantage in one fell swoop, reorganized itself, and liquidated the fleeing green-skinned orcs.

Many human warships that still have the strength to fight are running at full speed and chasing all the way.

Slaughtering any enemy ships they could catch, reducing them to burning wrecks.

The pursuit was not stopped until the enemy fled to the edge of the galaxy and hid in the subspace.

Next comes the work of cleaning up the battlefield.

The mechanical ark stands at a precisely calculated center point closest to the wreckage.

Salvage ships flew between the Ark and the wreckage, bringing in ruptured hulls and high-value equipment.

Scavenger robots crawled back and forth in space, with extended robotic arms and swarms of drones working like a swarm of bees.

Under the Emperor's instructions, the Adeptus Mechanicus began to dismantle the War Moon.

Recover those important devices and use them to study the orcs' WAAAGH force field.

On those damaged imperial warships, a large number of small rescue ships were anchored to the hulls like limpets to carry out emergency repairs.

Ensure they can continue to fight or go to the nearest space dock for repairs.

The bridge of the Emperor's Grandeur.

The Emperor, Raven, and the five Primarchs remained here until the Void War was completely won.

"Sanguinius, Alpharius, Dorn, Guilliman, Curze."

Hearing the Emperor's call, the five Primarchs stood at attention.

They knew that the emperor must have something to arrange for them.

"This greenskin fleet is definitely not alone. It is most likely just the vanguard of their WAAAGH expedition."

"Someone must find out the size of the Greenskin Empire and harass them as much as possible to prevent them from interfering with the Great Crusade."

"Only in this way can the human empire recover enough colonies and accumulate strength and resources to go to war with that huge greenskin empire."

"Who among you is willing to take on this task?"

The emperor had just finished speaking.

Alpharius stepped forward.

"Father, let me do it. Gathering intelligence and creating chaos are what I am good at."

The Emperor looked at the other Primarchs, thought for a moment, and nodded.

"Then this mission is handed over to you. Set off immediately, track down those fleeing greenskin ships, and investigate the scale of the enemy."

"Don't worry, father, I will never let you down."

Alpharius is very fast.

He quickly organized a reconnaissance fleet.

Set sail to track down the fleeing greenskin ships.

Leave the relevant follow-up work to those naval generals.

The Emperor then began to process the battle reports sent by other expeditionary fleets.

"The Fourth Fleet, led by the Primarch of the First Legion, successfully defeated the Space Snowmen in the Baler System and found their home planet. They are planning to go there to execute the extermination order, hoping to completely eliminate this alien race."

The Emperor lingered for a long time on the Fourth Fleet's battle report.

In Ryan’s first battle, his opponent was an alien race that had troubled humanity even during the Golden Age.

Unexpectedly, he not only defeated the enemy, but also prepared to completely exterminate the race.

"Space snowman?"

The raven standing on the emperor's shoulder opened its eyes wide and began to sing subconsciously.

"You love me and I love you, Mixue Ice City is sweet. You love me and I love you, Space Snowman is sweet..."

The Emperor had long been accustomed to Raven's way of thinking and ignored him, continuing to check the battle reports of various fleets.

The three Primarchs, Russ, Angron and Horus, also successfully arrived at their respective fleets.

At present, some lost human colonies are being recovered.

The emperor also carefully read their battle reports to make sure there would be no problems.

In addition to the battle reports from the various expeditionary fleets, Terra also reported a lot of situations.

After hundreds of arguments, Malcador and the High Lords revised the Imperial law once again.

The empire no longer recognized the legality of slavery.

Demand that slavery be abolished within a specified time limit in any part of the world where it exists.

At the same time the Imperial Wealth Act was introduced.

It defines the red line of the gap between the rich and the poor on planets with different levels of development, and eliminates the possibility of the emergence of end-productive people.

In order to encourage people to explore the stars, Malcador and the High Lords lowered the threshold for issuing Rogue Trader certificates.

Many people reach for the stars with the dream of getting rich quickly.

The construction of the second celestial computer was also progressing in an orderly manner with the concerted efforts of many mechanical sages of the Unification Council.

With the help of the first celestial computer - Terraba.

The speed of various projects in the solar system has increased significantly.

The first microcosm project is expected to be completed in the near future.

It is not large in scale, with a spatial diameter of only 10,000 meters.

But this is a welcome progress, representing mankind's initial glimpse into the Creator's authority.

When the technology matures, the cost will be reduced.

The Empire can then build microcosms on a large scale, hiding from the prying eyes of the Chaos Gods.

The second-generation warships that integrate alien universe technology have now completed theoretical practice and program design and are about to enter the production process.

Second-generation Imperial battleships compared to the Imperial battleships currently in service.

The performance has been greatly improved.

The energy and weapons they are equipped with are also more advanced.

Once the second-generation battleships are put into service, the speed at which the Empire conquers the galaxy will be greatly increased.

More importantly, the Empire began to attempt to build Celestial-class battleships.

If all goes well, the empire will have the ability to travel to other galaxies.

Communication towers based on quantum sensing array technology have now been deployed on a large scale.

An imperial instant messaging network has now been built in hundreds of galaxies with Terra as the core.

As infrastructure projects expand, more galaxies will be included in the communication network.

In addition to these infrastructure and scientific research projects.

Special organizations such as the Night Watch and the School of Psionics.

With Malcador giving the green light all the way, it developed rapidly in various galaxies.

The soulless people in each area are selected and sent to the Night Watch organization for training.

The outstanding children will be selected into the demon hunting team.

Specializes in dealing with supernatural events that ordinary people cannot understand.

Stop the warp from poisoning human civilization.

Children with psychic talents are sent to Psychic Academy.

Professional instructors teach them how to take control of their own power.

Prepare special personnel reserves for future expeditions to other galaxies or other universes.

Of course, there are those psychics who really cannot control their own powers.

Either they were put in restraints or forcibly locked up in an asylum.

Overall, the empire is making great strides in the right direction.

"The development is still a bit slow." The Emperor was not satisfied with the current progress.

He has a lot of cutting-edge technology in his hands.

However, the empire's digestion speed and industrial level could not keep up.

At this speed, when will we be able to conquer the galaxy and reach other universes?
After expressing his feelings, the emperor suppressed his emotions and continued to handle government affairs.

After all, you have to eat one bite at a time and walk one step at a time.

Once the education system is perfected and the empire has sufficient talent reserves.

The speed of digesting alien universe technology will naturally increase.

While the Emperor was methodically organizing the Great Crusade and developing the Empire with all his might.

Somewhere in the galaxy, there is a planet called Barbarus.

This is a planet shrouded in thick poisonous fog all day long.

It is also a planet blessed by the evil god Nurgle.

The world is ruled by cruel and terrifying plague warlords.

Humans were forced to live in the lower regions of the planet, enduring the suffocating toxic fog.

Living an endlessly miserable life as a slave, living in fear of the warlord rulers.

"It's time to harvest again. Only by offering fresh flesh and soul to the great Lord of Life and Plague can we continue to receive blessings."

In the rolling green poisonous fog, a bloated figure was walking slowly.

If you get closer, you will find that he is a plague warlord with a bloated body, filled with foul-smelling body fluids, and a rotten body covered with a layer of black flies.

The Plague Warlord smiled as he looked at the village in the distance.

He waved, making a soft, greasy sound.

"Go, kids, taste the fresh blood and souls, and make those guys scream in despair."

One by one, the ragged, rotting zombies walked out from behind the plague warlord.

They emitted a green poisonous mist and staggered towards the village.

These living dead are not afraid of pain and are extremely strong. Their only drawback is that they are a little slow.

After a while, desperate cries mixed with screams rang out in the village.

The living dead created by the terrible plague have no emotions.

They only follow the orders of their creator and slaughter all living creatures.

Faced with the zombies sent by the plague warlords, the villagers only had torches and simple farm tools.

Soon someone was knocked down and torn to pieces, looking extremely miserable.

Desperate screams echoed throughout the village.

The villagers fell into despair.

At this time, a tall giant rushed in from outside the village and came like a god to save this innocent village.

The giant held an enormous sickle in his hand.

Like the god of death, he harvests the living dead who stagger forward and emit a foul odor.

"do not come!!"

A man wields a hoe and beats a living dead.

The other party was not afraid of the pain. He grabbed the hoe with his rotten hands and pushed the man hard, causing him to stagger and fall to the ground.

All he could do was watch helplessly as the zombie pounced upon him.

Whoosh!
A cold light flashed.

The sharp sickle swept through the air.

In just a moment, he chopped off the head of the zombie.

A tall giant figure looked down at the man.

"Are you okay?" His voice was low and strong.

The man looked at the other in awe and shook his head.

"I am fine."

"Mortarion." Behind the man, a half-grown child poked his head out from behind his mother and excitedly shouted the giant's name.

This person was none other than the fourteenth Primarch, Mortarion, who fell into Barbarus.

After being snatched from the Emperor's laboratory by the Chaos Gods.

Mortarion's incubator landed on a plain in Barbarus where a fierce battle had just broken out.

At that time, his surroundings were a Shura field, with broken limbs and arms scattered for kilometers.

The great warlord who won the final victory, the Pale King, is enjoying the fruits of his victory and executing those enemies who are struggling in pain.

The Pale King's first reaction upon discovering Mortarion was to destroy the crying cub.

But he suddenly realized that ordinary adult humans could not survive in the poisonous fog here, let alone cry.

After some thought, the Pale King finally took the child back to his palace.

He treated the child as his eldest son and named him Mortarion, which means Son of Death.

The Pale King subjected young Mortarion to a variety of inhumane experiments.
Just to test how high the toxin content is in the environment he can survive.

After recognizing Mortarion's amazing potential, he decided to train Mortarion to become a Plague Warlord who surpassed himself.

Mortarion began his career on the battlefield at a very young age.

The living dead, demons, and aliens are no match for him.

Days like this are very peaceful.

Until one day, Mortarion was ordered to massacre a human village that disobeyed his orders.

Hearing the screams of mortals, he was confused for the first time.

He vaguely felt that this shouldn't be the case.

After witnessing the tragic fate of those humans, Mortarion fled from his adopted warlord father.

After arriving at the foot of the mountain, the disguised Mortarion tasted food for the first time and came into close contact with humans for the first time.

He even heard laughter for the first time.

Those laughs were so joyful and happy.

It was completely different from the laughter of his warlord father when he won.

At that moment, Mortarion was absolutely certain that humans were his fellow human beings.

And it was his own people that his adoptive warlord father conquered and enslaved.

Filled with deep remorse, Mortarion vowed to destroy all the warlords of Barbarus and bring liberation and happiness to the humans of this world.

Mortarion's face was very handsome, but his skin was very pale, and his hollow eyes held endless sadness.

People were terrified of him, thinking he was just another monster from the mountains.

Mortarion was not discouraged. He waited patiently for the opportunity and looked for opportunities to help the villagers, harvest crops, and slowly build up their favor.

And today, he has the opportunity to prove himself.

After confirming that the man was okay, Mortarion turned and pounced on the enemy again.

He swung the sickle in his hand and instantly split the three zombies surrounding him into two pieces.

The rancid liquid sprayed and landed on the ground, emitting an extremely unpleasant smell.

No living dead can stop him.

He was like a nobody.

The villagers looked shocked as they watched Mortarion single-handedly slaughter those undead who were not afraid of death.

Whether they are armored or not, whether they are enhanced or not.

He just kept swinging his scythe, chopping every enemy in sight in half.

After a while, the battle ended.

The army of the living dead was slaughtered.

"This isn't going to end like this."

After the plague warlord made the harsh words, he led the remaining zombies back to the mountain where the poison gas was even more intense.

"Yeah, it really won't end like this."

Mortarion, holding a scythe, chased the enemy all the way.

Even without protection, Mortarion could breathe freely in the poisonous fog thanks to his Primarch's terrifying physique.

He defeated the Plague Warlord's men and took their heads away with him.

When the villagers saw the Plague Warlord's head, they cheered and accepted Mortarion.

After gaining recognition, Mortarion used his wisdom to improve the lives of the villagers.

Teach them to make gas masks and various weapons.

His extraordinary deeds were widely spread in various human settlements.

Countless people came from far away to seek knowledge from the Primarch.

While Mortarion taught those people knowledge and encouraged them to resist, he also formed his own army - the Death Guard, preparing to conquer those plague warlords.

On this day, a steel structure with a golden double-headed eagle emblem fell from the sky, causing panic among the people.

Several golden-armored warriors walked out and took off their masks, revealing their human faces.

They comforted the frightened people and informed them of the purpose of their visit.

"We have no ill will towards you. We just want to meet the great man you mentioned - Mortarion."

Mortarion, who learned the news, arrived quickly.

He recognized at a glance that the iron creature was a gunboat.

"who are you?"

Mortarion looked at the golden-armored warriors warily.

"We are the envoys of the Empire, the imperial guards who protect the Emperor. We have been ordered to come to you." said the leading golden-armored warrior.

"Empire? Looking for me?" Mortarion looked confused. "I have nothing to do with you."

"Do you think you were born in Barbarus?" The guard smiled, "There is no creator here who can create you."

"You are one of the twenty sons created by the Lord of the Human Empire. The purpose of our coming here is to bring you back so that you can properly use the great power in your body."

The words of the imperial guards shocked the people around them.

They had witnessed Mortarion's power countless times.

That is power comparable to that of a god.

"What you said may be true, but I have something else to do." Mortarion shook his head. "Barbamos's people are still enslaved by the Plague Warlords. I will not abandon them and leave."

The imperial guard said, "We don't intend to let you abandon them, we will just help you speed up."

Hearing this, Mortarion showed a surprised expression.

"You guys are willing to help me?"

"It's just a matter of convenience." The Imperial Guard said, "Conquering a world is as easy as eating and drinking water for us."

"You have not yet received the blessing of the Lord of Mankind, and you are not yet able to fully exert your power, so you find it difficult."

The words of the Imperial Guard were somewhat hurtful, but it was a good thing after all that the other party was willing to help him defeat the plague warlord of this planet.

Mortarion accepted the help of the Custodes.

The Custodes gave him a suit of power armor suitable for the Primarch and armed his own army - the Death Guard.

Then they launched an attack on the plague army.

They charged into the mountains filled with poisonous fog, massacred the warlord's subordinates, and attacked the warlord's rotten palace.

"The redemption of Barbamos begins today." Mortarion wielded his new weapon - a giant sickle with a crushing force field - and chopped off the defeated warlord's head.

The imperial guards watched the whole process.

They all have genetic engines implanted in them, and possess god-like means and powers.

If he used all his strength, Mortarion wouldn't even be able to see the warlord.

The progress of the war to conquer Barbamos depends on how fast Mortarion and his army, the Death Guard, can travel.

With the help of the Imperial Guards, victory was already within their grasp, waiting for them to take it.

"They're just like taking care of a bunch of kids playing house."

Typhon from Death Watch complained.

He was the first human Mortarion encountered, though not entirely human.

In fact, he is a hybrid, a hybrid of Barbarus's alien and human.

As for why there is no reproductive isolation, we may have to ask the Lord of Life who blessed Barbarus.

"It is a great blessing to have their help to liberate Barbarus faster and rebuild this world."

"They are fully capable of clearing the entire planet of enemies in a few days, but they chose to take care of us, and you still keep complaining!!"

"Do you think it's a real war only when those innocent people keep dying?"

Mortarion admonished a grumbling Typhon.

Taifeng didn't dare to refute, but just kept nodding.

Within two months, Mortarion killed all the warlords in Barbarus, big and small, and finally only his adoptive father, the Pale King, was left.

After some rest, Mortarion launched the final war.

The Pale King's fortress is located high in the mountains where the poisonous fog is thickest.

If an ordinary person exposes his skin to the poisonous fog, within a few seconds, his bones and flesh will melt into ashes, and he will die in a miserable way.

The road leading to the fortress was littered with bones and shriveled corpses.

"This is simply a hell." Taifeng made a fair assessment.

"We are here to put an end to hell."

Mortarion said calmly.

They arrived at the Pale King's fortress and engaged in battle with the bloated, slimy enemies.

The battle was fierce, but Mortarion and his men defeated the guards and fought their way into the fortress.

Finally, Mortarion walked alone into the hall where the Pale King sat.

The other party was sitting on the throne at this time, staring at his adopted son with cold eyes.

Mortarion narrowed his eyes and looked at his last target.

He is also his adoptive father, the most terrifying plague warlord on the planet.

"I told you that if you come back again, I will kill you."

The Pale King rises from his rotting throne.

He was tall, with rusty armor covering his bloated, pus-covered body.

He holds a giant axe with eyes growing out of it.

When he ran, his footsteps sounded very dull, as if the earth could not bear his weight.

Mortarion rushed forward, scythe swung.

Zheng!
The collision between the sickle and the axe created a terrible impact, causing the surrounding poisonous fog to roll up.

The Pale King possesses an agility that is seriously disproportionate to his size.

The heavy force made the giant axe in his hand whirling.

Even though Mortarion was the Primarch, he could not have an absolute advantage in strength and speed.

The fighting between the two sides lasted for a long time.

Mortarion had the upper hand in terms of endurance after all.

When the adoptive father's battle axe chopped down, a gap was revealed.

Mortarion took the opportunity to swing his scythe and cut off the opponent's arm.

Rancid blood and sturdy arms flew up together.

Screams of pain followed.

Mortarion seized the opportunity, raised his leg and kicked the bloated and clumsy Pale King out.

"It's an irony of fate that you used the skills I taught you on me."

The Pale King raised his head and looked at Mortarion with mixed emotions.

There is anger, hatred, relief and pride.

The man in front of him, who was destined to unify Babamos, was his adopted son whom he had personally trained.

"It all ends here."

Mortarion's eyes were equally complicated.

It was the other party who brought him back from the battlefield and taught him the ways of war and many knowledge about becoming a leader.

Now, he wants to end the opponent with his own hands.

"Yes, it's over. You are the new Pale King." said the adoptive father.

"I will not," said Mortarion. "The Pale King ends now, and will never appear on Barbarus again."

The sickle fell, and the head of the last plague warlord of Barbarus fell to the ground.

everything is over.

Barbaros is being rebuilt, and human civilization will once again flourish on this planet.

A group of Mechanicus members and Imperial bureaucrats were left behind.

They will assist in the reconstruction of Babarus.

Mortarion and several capable Death Guard were taken away from Barbarus by the Custodes and sent to the First Fleet.

"My father, my brothers, what kind of people are they?"

Mortarion felt nervous and expectant.

While the Imperial Guards were assisting Mortarion in dealing with the affairs of Barbarus.

At the other end of the galaxy, there is a place called Olympia.

The story of another Primarch is unfolding.

"Perturabo, you are amazing."

A beautiful, youthful girl was holding a giant's hand, feeling extremely excited.

In front of them was a magnificent and exquisite opera house, designed by Perturabo.

He was the fourth Primarch created by the Emperor.

Born with wisdom and power beyond imagination.

He can create deadly weapons of war from scraps.

He used his eloquence to convince politicians who intended to oppose him.

Perturabo looked at his handiwork with a gloomy expression.

“It’s not perfect.”

"No, it's already perfect. I dare say it is definitely one of the most beautiful buildings on Olympia," said the girl.

"You said it was only one of them." Perturabo suddenly felt angry. "It should be the best, not one of them."

"Perturabo, don't be so hard on yourself."

The girl hugged Perturabo's arms.

Her height was just enough for her to hug the other person's arms.

The girl's gentleness temporarily calmed Perturabo's anger, but he was still annoyed.

"Nice design." A calm and majestic male voice sounded, and a man walked over.

He wore a laurel wreath on his head and a proper silk robe.

The man was none other than Damex, Lord of Olympia.

The girl who just praised Perturabo was his daughter, Kelly Fanny.

Dammecus was originally just the king of a city-state of Locus.

Until he found Perturabo outside.

At that time Perturabo was just a boy.

He climbed the cliff, attracted by the Eye of Terror, intending to touch the big eye that only he could see.

Dammecus spotted him and ordered his soldiers to bring him to him.

After chatting, Damex discovered that the child had amazing talents.

Not only is he proficient in combat, but he can also understand the structural properties of the target by observing the operation and materials of the machinery, and he has an instinctive grasp of mathematics and engineering.

Like a psychologist, he can judge people's personalities through observation and has an amazing understanding of logical and philosophical issues.

Dammecus took the child back to the palace and adopted him as his son.

With the help of Perturabo, Dammecus quickly conquered other city-states and became the ruler of the entire planet.

Dammecus also trained Perturabo very seriously, suppressing all kinds of controversy and opposition for him, and preparing him to take over his throne.

Perturabo's expression softened a little after receiving praise from his adoptive father, but his tone remained cold.

"It's just a useless piece of junk."

Damex saw that his adopted son was unhappy, so he said, "There are some ancient biochemical monsters left over in the Eastern Grand Canyon. Soldiers need a new set of equipment before they can fight there."

"No one else has the talent to design this, only you can do it, Perturabo, are you willing to take on this task?"

Perturabo looked up at Dammekos, a hint of weariness and resistance in the depths of his eyes.

Why is he always asked to design weapons?!
But he nodded anyway.

"I'll pull out a whole new set of gear."

After saying that, Perturabo left and devoted himself to his new work.

"See, daughter, Perturabo doesn't like to build these civilian things. He prefers war."

Dammex said to the girl as he watched Perturabo leave.

"He is destined to be the man who will become the Lord of Olympia, who will rule the world and lead mankind into space."

"Really?" Kelly Fanny looked at Perturabo's back, "But I feel like he's unhappy!"

"He's not unhappy, he's just thinking about how to build new equipment."

Dammex explained.

"Have you ever seen him complain when he was building weapons? No, he only complained when he was building buildings that had nothing to do with war. Doesn't that make it clear?"

It didn't take Perturabo long to pull out a new set of equipment.

After experiments, the performance was found to be superior, far exceeding the previous old equipment.

The army used this equipment to enter the Eastern Grand Canyon and annihilate the remaining biochemical monsters.

"You are truly perfect, Perturabo. You are the best."

Dammecus praised Perturabo sincerely, full of love for his adopted son.

Amid the admiration and praise from the crowd, Perturabo smiled.

Seeing Perturabo's smile, Kelly Fanny had to admit that her father was right.

"Perhaps Perturabo really does like war."

On this day, a fleet appeared in the void orbit of Olympia, breaking the long-standing peace.

Several gunboats landed in the city-state of Rocks, and a team of imperial guards wearing golden armor walked out.

The Imperial Guards directly told the people of the city-state of Rocks the purpose of their trip, which was to find Perturabo.

"You are the son of the Lord of Mankind. You were lost on this planet for some reason. We were ordered to find you."

After hearing what the Imperial Guards said, Perturabo hesitated for a moment before choosing to go with them.

He was tired of being used as a war machine.

His adoptive father, Damex, and his adoptive sister, Kelly Fanny, were very reluctant to let him go.

They had already considered Perturabo a real family member.

They wanted to keep Perturabo, but they didn't know where to start.

After all these years of getting along, they knew Perturabo's character very well.

Once the other party decides on something, he will do it regardless of the consequences.

If anyone tried to stop him, he would be enraged.

In the end, they had no choice but to accept the fact of separation from Perturabo.

They prepared some gifts for Perturabo and sent him off with forced smiles.

Because Perturabo felt that crying was a sign of weakness, and he hated it.

"So you really just treat me as a tool?"

Looking at his adoptive father and sister with smiles on their faces, Perturabo's heart grew even colder.

He thought these people would be reluctant to let him go, but when they heard that he was leaving with the Imperial Guards, they smiled so happily.

Perturabo followed the Guards and left Olympia without looking back.

When he arrived at the First Expeditionary Fleet, Mortarion, who had set out from Barbarus, also arrived.

Learned that two more Primarchs had returned.

The four Primarchs, Guilliman, Dorn, Sanguinius and Curze, followed the Emperor to greet them.

"My name is Mortarion." Mortarion was very excited.

After witnessing the prosperity and strength of the empire, he has begun planning for the future.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Mortarion. I am Sanguinius."

Sanguinius stepped forward and gave Mortarion a hug.

"Your wings make you look like an angel."

Mortarion was stunned for a moment, but quickly returned to normal and praised Sanguinius' wings.

“Many have said so,” Sanguinius smiled.

Guilliman, Dorn, and Curze also walked up one by one and introduced themselves to Mortarion.

When it came to Perturabo's turn, something was amiss.

"My name is Perturabo." Perturabo looked at Sanguinius. "I do not like overly intimate behavior."

"It doesn't matter. You are my brother no matter what."

Sanguinius reached out and shook Perturabo's hand, a sincere smile on his face.

Dorn, Guilliman, Curze, and Perturabo also became a little reserved when they greeted each other.

Afraid of angering this primarch brother who had just returned.

Sanguinius did not hug himself.

The other Primarch brothers were very polite and showed no enthusiasm towards Mortarion at all.

Perturabo felt somewhat unhappy.

But he didn't show it and still looked indifferent.

"Number four, number fourteen."

The Emperor's voice rang out, filled with joy.

He came over surrounded by the imperial guards.

The raven stood on his shoulder, his eyes scanning Perturabo.

Seeing the clear distinction between the other party and the other primarchs, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

"Marula, another problem child!!"

Perturabo perfectly inherited the Emperor's arrogance and suspicion.

It means that even though you care about something very much, you have to act as if you don't care.

It was as if he clearly wanted to be rewarded and get attention.

But he just looked like, I don’t need it, don’t come near me.

As soon as someone leaves, I feel upset again.

You all don’t play with me. Tiebaobao is unhappy, very unhappy.

Raven suddenly felt so tired!!
You have to help the big guy travel through other universes, and also find a way to help him guide problem children.

This partner acts like a home nanny.

Fortunately, the guards sent to Barbarus listened to him and did not try to take Mortarion's head.

Otherwise, the problem child gets +1.

"Father??"

Perturabo and Mortarion looked towards the Emperor.

"I am the Emperor of Terra and all mankind, and your father." The Emperor said, "I am glad that you can return."

"I have learned of what you have done. You have saved those worlds and united them. You have done a great job."

"Are you willing to pledge your allegiance to me and serve humanity with me?"

"I ask for nothing more. I swear that I will always be loyal and serve you."

Perturabo knelt on one knee and spoke sincerely.

"Me too." Mortarion nodded as well.

"Get up, my sons." The Emperor helped the two men up. "The road ahead will be difficult and bumpy. I hope you will not forget the oath you made today."

"I will never forget it." Perturabo said firmly.

"Me too." Mortarion nodded repeatedly.

Raven began to complain quietly.

Me too, me too, Mortarion, are you Sha Seng? ?
"Please allow me to introduce you to Mr. Raven, another ruler of the empire."

The Emperor pointed to the raven on his shoulder.

"He represents one of the heads of the Imperial double-headed eagle."

"Nice to meet you, Old Fourteen, Boss Pi." The raven flapped its wings and greeted the two.

Mortarion and Perturabo stared with wide eyes, amazed that a raven could become a partner of the Emperor.

After hesitating for a moment, they nodded and greeted the raven.

"Mr. Raven is a very nice guy. As long as you have delicious fries and ketchup, you can ask for his help."

Sanguinius moved closer to Mortarion and explained the raven's quirks to him.

Seeing this scene, Perturabo felt a little jealous, because everyone returned on the same day.

Why they liked Mortarion more than themselves.

He is obviously the best one.

"You seem very unhappy."

The raven landed on Perturabo's shoulder.

"I'm not unhappy, I just feel like there's no point in all this." Perturabo pretended to be nonchalant.

"In that case, why not play a game of Gwent?" Raven said, "As long as you win, you can become the Warmaster of the Empire, or the Regent or something like that."

Perturabo turned to look at the raven, "Are you kidding?"

Raven said: "I never joke. This is a challenge opportunity that every Primarch has. As long as you can win a game of Gwent, you can get what you want."

"You mean my brothers all accepted the challenge?"

Perturabo looked at the four Primarchs: Guilliman, Dorn, Sanguinius, and Curze.

Raven nodded. "Yes, we all accepted the challenge. Unfortunately, we all lost. No one could win the game of Gwent. Of course, this game is just a proposal. If you are afraid of failure, you can choose to refuse."

"Failure?" Perturabo smiled confidently. "I have never known what failure is."

　Ten thousand words. From now on, I will update ten thousand words every day.

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(End of this chapter)