Chapter 533 Malcador's Private Garden (Please subscribe)

The Chaos Curse, which had rendered all the Primarchs helpless, and all the biological sages and pharmacists powerless, was easily dissipated by a ray of divine power bestowed by the Emperor.

Everyone present fell into silence.

Lionel Johnson's face was filled with solemnity and he had the word loyalty engraved in his flesh and blood; Sanguinius locked his wings tightly, with little expression visible; as for Chagatai Khan, his face was filled with an expression of "as expected".

The Chogorians' previous dissatisfaction with the Emperor and their own arrogance had almost disappeared. After seeing how cruel the Warp behind Horus was, he only felt fortunate that mankind had the Emperor.

What a dark future it would be without the Emperor.

The Emperor was a complete tyrant and a bastard, but he was still a human being, and Horus was no longer a fucking human being.

As for how the emperor insists that he is not a god, well, let him be.

Chagatai felt that he had been a little harsh and biased towards the emperor in the past. Now that he had come this far, what else could he ask for?

Everyone has some addictions that they can't give up. Lion kept talking about loyalty, but Chagatai smelled a little secret from him, Sanguinius, and the Macragge brothers who had not yet arrived. They must be hiding something from him.

The three of them wouldn't be bold enough to establish a "Second Empire" or something like that. It's impossible, absolutely impossible.

Chagatai shook his head and threw away the ridiculous guess in his mind.

It is really not good to doubt your brother's loyalty like this.

As for Sanguinius, Chagatai admitted that his angel brother was perfect, but he was not without flaws. Under the angel's warm appearance, he actually hid a cold and dark heart. No one could escape the scrutiny of the Chogorians.

As the Wolf King knelt on one knee, praising the All-Father's kindness and expressing his loyalty, Chagatai also saw the extremely delicate heart beneath his savage appearance.

This is a very clumsy but effective way of hiding one's shortcomings. It can effectively reduce others' vigilance and amplify their contempt. The wolf king's great wisdom is hidden in the invisible.

Chagatai now has a very high opinion of the Wolf King.

With such a group of sons with their own characteristics, the emperor's stubborn little hobby is not worth mentioning.

"Your father does not have the energy to respond to you one by one, so he entrusted me to tell you some things." The seal holder said to everyone, and then walked towards a corner of the throne room.

"Come with me, let's go to another place to talk. After all, the atmosphere between you... isn't very good."

The Sigillite was referring to the almost ignited tension between the Primarchs and the Custodes. There were five Primarchs in the throne room at the moment, and the Custodes had sent almost all of their forces left outside the Webway.

Thousands of fully armed imperial guards armed with hidden weapons were lying in ambush in the dark, ready to take action as soon as the tribune gave the order.

Malcador was helpless about this. Although his words had some authority among the Imperial Guards, he had no way of ordering them not to harbor such great malice towards these loyal Primarchs.

They fought and bled outside, and they shouldn't be targeted so harshly when they come back.

Roche took the lead and followed closely behind, and Ryan and others followed closely behind. The tribune of the imperial guards, Diocletian, wanted to continue his sacred surveillance duties, but found that an invisible psychic barrier blocked his steps.

"The Seal Bearer!" The tribune whispered in dissatisfaction, but he could only look at the room in front of him that belonged to the Seal Bearer and was unable to take any further action.

After following Malcador into a secret room, everything in front of me changed drastically.

In this huge room, there is a gurgling stream and lush and beautiful flowers blooming in the fertile soil.

More lush trees formed a shade, and above the sky in the room there was a bright sun that spread warmth.

Luo Xi bent down in disbelief, picked up a handful of soil with his fingertips and twisted it. The familiar texture was something he would never forget.

The gentle breeze brushes across my face, like a gentle girl stroking the hair by her ears. The air is mixed with the fragrance of flowers and plants and the damp smell of soil, but it can evoke the most instinctive throbbing and memories of every human being.

Even humans who have never seen this place will have their brains freeze in an instant, and wonder if there is something wrong with their memory, or whether they have been to a similar place before but have forgotten it at some point.

Seeing this beautiful scene before my eyes, the bright and beautiful appearance of the earth in the past seemed to come alive from my memory.

That beautiful world with oceans and land, glaciers and plateaus.

"Tell me, did you steal an Earth from another timeline, shrink it, and put it in your secret room?"

Luo Xi turned his head and stared at Malcador with sharp eyes.

As far as he knew, in order to build an army of Space Marines that could effectively fight against the Warp, Malcador used his psychic power to drag the entire Titan into a time turbulence area in order to accelerate the formation of his plan.

For a psychic of his level, controlling a planet is not a difficult task at all as long as it takes some time and effort.

The Primarchs were also looking at the scene in front of them with great curiosity. They would rather believe that this was some uninhabited garden world than admit that this was Terra.

After the chaos of the long old night, under the destruction and ravages of many Terran technological warlords, the human home planet is no longer the beautiful appearance it once was. Even the last drop of water in the last ocean was drained by a tribune of the Emperor's guards: the Archon mother of Ra Endymion.

The mother of the Emperor's most beloved Custodian was executed for stealing the last marine resources on Terra. The crime was "stealing water". It was she who caused Terra to lose the concepts of "water" and "ocean".

Terra no longer has anything to do with the word habitable. All the land has been drained clean, and countless hive worlds have sprung up, housing hundreds of billions of mortals and mutants.

The deadly toxic industrial waste gas was directly discharged into the atmosphere. Except for the large area occupied by the imperial palace, the continuous corrosive acid rain was enough to turn everything into a place of death.

Hearing the sourness in Roche's words, Malcador smiled with some complacency.

Apart from his collections of "Mona Lisa's Smile" and "Sunflowers", this room is home to his most treasured collections.

"Of course not. This is just a silhouette. It is a lie I created using my psychic powers and the remnants of the past. These scenes, including the sun, can only appear here."

"They are false, illusions of a better past, but they are also our hope - the Emperor and I both hope that after realizing the great dream of human rejuvenation, we can transform Terra into this state again."

“Let the ocean appear again on the human home planet, let the sky filled with poisonous clouds become clear again, let every human being no longer have to squeeze into narrow, cramped and dark nests to survive, and walk with dignity on the avenues full of birdsong and flowers.”

Malcador's words silenced everyone, and the Primarchs lowered their heads involuntarily, wondering how likely the Sigillite's words would come true.

"Uncle, your ambition is greater than we imagined." The recovered Leman Russ touched the back of his head and spoke first.

Among the many Primarchs, there were definitely far more people who hated and resented Malcador than those who liked and trusted him. Leman Russ was the one with whom he had the best relationship, and he was the only one who would affectionately call him "Uncle".

"Ambition? I prefer to call it a dream, children. Your father and I share the same dream and ambition. Of course, after Luo Xi's return, there is one more person who has this dream."

Malcador used his psychic power to materialize a rocking chair and lay down lazily on it, just like an ordinary mortal old man enjoying a sunbath in his later years.

The heavy and endless work did not drive the Immortal Prime Minister crazy. This secret room definitely played more than half of its role.

When the seal holder disappeared in his office, others would think that he was going to carry out some secret mission, but who knew that he would sneak away and come here to slack off?

Machado took out a glass of wine, lay in the rocking chair and sunbathed, speaking leisurely.

"To restore humanity to its former glory, to allow every human being to walk freely and unrestrained under the sun, is our lifelong wish, but now I have to admit that even if the Emperor can defeat Horus, Terra may not have a chance to be reborn."

The Sigillite finally revealed his true purpose. He summoned the Primarchs here for a conversation, undoubtedly wanting everyone to see the beauty of the past and to strengthen everyone's faith.

Luo Xi also had to admit that what the Seal Bearer showed everyone was more inspiring than a thousand inspiring words.

Although they had achieved their strategic goal in Betagarmon, their morale had dropped significantly after all.

The beauty that the seal holder brought to them undoubtedly greatly dispelled the negative atmosphere in everyone.

If you have never seen the light, you can still endure the darkness, but once you have seen how beautiful Terra's past was, who can endure the dark and desolate future?

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"If you're worried about wasting time, don't worry. I've modified the speed of time in this room. The time difference is enough for you to take a short vacation to adjust your mentality."

The empire's seal bearer was still taking a nap in his overly ordinary rattan rocking chair. Malcador took off his gray-green hood, which was rare, revealing his silver hair and slightly pale face.

Malcador looked exhausted, his face filled with a look of hopeless disgust and a desire for relief.

As the seal holder and regent of the empire, he was the one who managed this huge empire after the Emperor ascended the Golden Throne and no longer took care of any trivial matters.

The Space Marines openly questioned his authority, the Primarchs resisted his orders, and the uneasy Martian Mechanicus who had fled to Terra issued new requests to him every day.

The empire's huge and complicated bureaucratic system repeated the same mistakes again and again, and these were the tasks he had to face.

"This is not only my intention, but also your father's. He hopes that you can wash away the shadow and fatigue of Betagarmon and face greater challenges with a brand new attitude."

The Seal Bearer was still chattering on, his complaints about Neos almost reaching the limit of his patience.

The Emperor always said that he needed to focus all his heart, will and strength to fight the rebellion brewing on the Golden Throne beneath him, and he once believed it.

It was not until the Emperor sensed that Leman Russ had stabbed the Spear of Dionysus into Horus' body and that Vashtor, Lord of the Soul Forge, had interfered that he summoned Roche directly and gave his old friend the part of his soul that contained the authority over the Mechanicus' beliefs.

Since then, Malcador has realized that no matter how much he overestimated Neos, he ultimately underestimated him.

Even those who know the Emperor best in the world still cannot understand him 100%.

Neos needs to concentrate his strength and energy, but that definitely doesn't mean he can't find time to talk and communicate with his offspring.

He is the fucking Emperor. He can even block the impact of the four gods of the warp in the broken webway by himself, and travel thousands of light years to engage in a battle of wills with Horus in a higher dimension.

Behind Horus are the four malicious gods of the Warp. The confrontation between them is essentially a war between the Emperor and the Four Chaos Gods.

Malcador even doubted whether Neos really could not get down from the Golden Throne, or just wanted to use this as an excuse to throw all the trivial matters to him to deal with.

Based on his understanding of the emperor, he might be capable of doing such a thing.

"I am always ready to offer my all to the Emperor. I do not need rest or reward, because loyalty itself is the best reward."

Ryan took the lead and made his attitude clear to Malcador.

"I have never doubted this, Brother Ryan. Whether in terms of ability or loyalty, you are second to none among us."

Suddenly, an extremely large figure walked out from the shadows of the dense woods.

A black giant who seemed to be able to stand up to the sky appeared in front of the Primarchs. He was wearing a dark green dragon scale armor, and a naked fire lizard skull was decorated on the right shoulder armor. He was running towards his brothers with a smile on his face.

The person who came was Vulkan, the Lord of Fire Dragons, who was guarding the Emperor's Golden Throne as the last resort.

"I missed you so much, brothers." Vulkan gave Ryan a loving hug, and suddenly the powerful lion king was held in his arms like a Caliban cat.

Luo Xi could even hear the sound of the Lion King's armor being overwhelmed, and the machine soul inside was complaining and asking him for help.

Ryan clenched his teeth tightly, suppressing his body's desire to resist, and at the same time gave Vulkan a tight hug.

Three seconds later, the lion king was finally put down by his tallest brother. He gasped as if he had experienced an extremely exciting battle, and then walked to the other side with unclear steps.

Then, the Fire Dragon Lord hugged the remaining brothers one after another. It seemed that he finally realized that his power was too terrifying, and Vulkan's movements obviously restrained a lot.

In the end, he just gave Roche a gentle hug and curiously touched the power armor on Roche's body. Vulkan was very aware of the value of the armor on Roche's body, which was even comparable to the artifact armor he forged himself.

"You also know how to forge? Perhaps we can exchange experiences, my mortal friend."

"There will be a chance." Luo Xi promised. Although his impression of Vulcan was full of twists and turns, it was still very good overall.

Except that he died again and again right under Roche's nose, and then was resurrected again and again.

Roche looked around. There were six Primarchs in Malcador's private garden: Lion's Johnson, Sanguinius, Leman Russ, Rogal Dorn, Jaghatai Khan and the last one to arrive, Vulkan.

It can be said that except for Ferrus Malus, who had died and whose soul was taken away by the Emperor to fight against demons in the Webway, most of the remaining loyal Primarchs have gathered together.

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