In the game "Super God": 800 Astartes at the start!

Chapter 153 The Sun, the Weasel's Boat

On the home planet of Mortalian, Barbarus, a magnificent, giant golden warship, along with several escort ships and support fleets, is currently in outer space.

The golden, luxurious warship surrounded in the center resembles a floating golden palace, its hull filled with statues and temples.

This is the Emperor Dream, the Emperor's flagship.

As Saint Gilles led his fleet out of the subspace, the escort ships on guard in outer space around Barbarus immediately went on alert for the sudden appearance of the fleet.

"Holy crap, that's a yellow-skinned warship!"

Seeing the familiar golden warship displayed on the screen, Saint Gillespie immediately felt a sense of foreboding.

"Old Huang's Emperor Dream has arrived, which means that poor Mortalian's revenge plan is doomed." Thinking of this, Saint Gilles felt a little helpless.

"Brother? It seems we're surrounded."

Angron looked at the expeditionary fleet that was gradually being surrounded and spoke.

"It's alright, this is our biological father's warship. He must have detected a signal that resembled the Primarch and came here as well."

Saint Gilles spoke calmly, without the slightest hint of panic.

Seeing his brother say this, Anglong nodded silently and said nothing more.

At that moment, a communication signal came in.

"Primarch, there is a communication request. Do you wish to connect?" The fleet's mortal communications officer immediately reported to Saint Gilles after detecting the communication signal.

Saint Gilles nodded slightly upon hearing this: "Yes, connect it."

"Yes, Primarch!"

At Saint Gilles's command, the mortal communications officer connected the signal.

Immediately, a screen of light appeared in front of everyone.

In the scene, Mortarian is already standing beside the Emperor, with some golden corns surrounding him as guards.

"This is the Human Empire. State your identities!"

"Well, it seems that Old Man Huang has found Mortalian." Saint Gilles sighed helplessly to himself.

The last illusion has been shattered.

Then, Saint Gilles' face revealed a gentle smile: "I am Saint Gilles, the ninth son of the Emperor. Beside me is my brother, the twelfth son of the Emperor, Angron, and another brother is on his way."

After speaking, Saint Gillespie paused, a suitable look of surprise and delight appearing on her face: "I never expected to see my father and another brother on such a occasion."

Hearing Saint Gilles's explanation, the mortal commander on the other side became even more certain of his judgment.

Judging from the tall and handsome figure on the screen, and that special aura, he was definitely not an ordinary person. I never expected that he would be the son of an emperor.

The emperor, who had just found one son, did not expect that he would find four sons at once today.

"My lord...

""

The mortal commander looked at the emperor, awaiting further instructions.

The socially awkward emperor had not anticipated this situation at all. He fell silent for a moment, unsure how to respond. After a brief silence, the emperor finally spoke slowly: "Let them board the ship."

"Yes, my lord."

The mortal commander then respectfully carried out the emperor's orders.

Saint Gilles was not surprised at all. In his opinion, the emperor's reaction was quite normal. If the emperor were very talkative and had high emotional intelligence, then he would probably be impersonating someone else.

After closing the communication channels, Saint Gilles patted Anglon on the shoulder with a smile, his tone relaxed: "Let's go, my brother. Call Luo Jia, and let's go see our father together."

"It seems our father isn't very easy to get along with; he's rather aloof," Anglon said to Saint Gilles as they walked.

"Hey, he's just a socially awkward, tech-savvy nerd. Don't think of our dad as some kind of saint," Saint Gilles explained dismissively.

They boarded Huang Laohan's Emperor Dream together, along with Anglong and Luojia, who had rushed out of the room.

The corridor is lined with huge reliefs depicting epic scenes of human conquest, crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling, and even the floor is inlaid with gold thread patterns.

"Our father's warship looked truly magnificent and luxurious."

Looking at the interior of the warship, Angron couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

After all, compared to their own more pragmatic warships, the difference is like night and day.

"Indeed, it is very luxurious and magnificent. After all, our father is the ruler of mankind, and the emperor's warships cannot be too shabby."

Saint Gilles nodded slightly and replied casually.

As for Luo Jia, who was on the other side of Saint Gilles, she smiled gently and echoed him.

Soon, led by attendants, Saint Gilles and his two companions arrived at a spacious reception hall, which was equally magnificent, with several obviously enlarged gilded chairs in the center.

"Please wait a moment, my lord, we will be here soon," the mortal attendant announced respectfully to the three men after leading them to the room.

Saint Gilles simply nodded and dismissed the mortal attendant, saying, "Yes, go."

Soon, as the footsteps faded away, only Saint Gilles and his two companions remained in the large room.

"It seems our father is still having a heart-to-heart talk with the brothers he just found." Saint Gilles pulled out a chair and sat down.

This chair appears to be specially made; the back of the chair is carved with an imperial double-headed eagle, and it is much larger than a regular chair. Moreover, Saint Gilles guessed that the color was definitely chosen by the emperor.

After all, only Old Man Huang liked this golden color the most.

Anglong and Luojia each pulled out a chair and sat down.

"I don't know what kind of person our father was," Anglong said, his voice tinged with excitement.

"Those ordinary people deeply admire our fathers. Our fathers should be sacred, worthy of worship, and full of charm."

Luo Jia recalled the expressions of the mortals she had seen on the road towards the emperor, and slowly began to speak.

Anglong and Luojia chatted casually.

Saint Gilles listened silently without interrupting.

"It seems my two brothers are indeed quite excited to see the Emperor. Tsk, are these weasels really that effective against Primarchs?"

Saint Gilles silently muttered a complaint to himself.

"I hope this weasel doesn't turn my future golden words messenger, Luo Jia, into Pope Luo Jia..."

Thinking of this, Saint Gilles recalled that the Primarchs were all like overgrown children with a father complex, and finally sighed helplessly in his heart: "Forget it, as long as Old Man Huang doesn't turn me into a chaotic, undifferentiated Luojia."