Warhammer, I'm a nanny, not your father!

Wop looked up. Mortarion had remained silent since they came up the mountain.

"I love you," Mortarion said softly.

He was afraid that he would never have the chance to speak out again.

A gentle smile appeared on Wop's face. "Yes, I love you too, Xiao Mo."

Mortarion: "Have my other brothers ever been as candid as I am?"

Wop: "Only Ruth."

"I'm starting to like him."

"And the Khan?"

"He's on par with Khan."

Wop laughed dumbly. "Your friendship with Khan over the years is not as good as a word from Rus?"

"If he calls you father instead, I can improve my opinion of him."

"Then you think quite highly of him."

Mortarion: "I would hate my brother if he always acted superior. But under your guidance, he has learned how to be a mortal."

The spaceship slowly landed in front of them, and the golden giant stood on the ramp to greet them.

He was clad in a magnificent golden armor, with brass lightning patterns and a prominent double-headed eagle body that shone brightly even in the dim light.

A massive broadsword sat in a scabbard at his waist. Though adorned with jewels and precious metals, Mortarion could tell from its weight and balance that it was more than a ceremonial weapon.

Mortarion had a certain understanding of his genetic father. He might not have been a qualified father, but he was definitely not a vain person.

He sacrificed more than anyone else for the human race, and this is a fact that no one should forget or erase.

Mortarion and the giant stared at each other. It was difficult for him to describe the giant's appearance. His bronze skin was like hard leather, and his long black hair fell on his shoulders.

And his face, it was a very... noble and great face.

Mortarion: "Why have you been so slow to come to see me, father?"

"What did you call me?" A strange and contradictory expression appeared on the giant's face.

It is both sad and warm, it is expectant and reveals a hint of resistance.

"Father." Mortarion's eyes were as calm as water. "No matter what, you are still my genetic father. This is an unchangeable fact."

"I am very honored."

"It seems my brother and I are different."

"I think so."

The Emperor slowly turned and led them into the circular hall of the ship.

Mortarion: "Where's the pilot?"

Emperor: "We are the only ones here."

"You haven't answered me yet."

"Because I'm waiting."

"What are you waiting for?"

"Wait until you need me to come to you instead of me coming to you. This can avoid a lot of misunderstandings."

"It seems you have a deep misunderstanding of me."

"In the past, Wop taught you well."

"Because he's my father too."

Mortarion raised his chin slightly, and a trace of imperceptible pride flashed across his brows, as if he was much happier when the Emperor praised Wop than when the Emperor praised him.

Mortarion's voice was steady and clear. "Father, have you brought my Legion?"

Emperor: "I have summoned all your sons. Twenty thousand warriors, the Dusk Raiders, are on standby in orbit."

Mortarion: "Father, please let them come to me."

"They're already on their way."

Mortarion did not see the Emperor use any communication methods, but in any case, he was fully informed.

Mortarion: "How much time do we have before my legions arrive?"

"ten minutes."

"Then let us make it short, father. My brother Lorgar, did he stay true to his heart?"

Emperor: "Even if you don't trust your brothers, you should trust your father."

Mortarion spoke slowly, "I trust them, but I must ensure their loyalty."

The Emperor's gaze was as sharp as a torch, as if it could see through everything. "To whom?"

"To the real universe."

"I thought you were going to say Empire or Humanity."

“They are all equally important, but they must be based on reality.”

The Emperor asked, "My son, tell me what you need?"

Mortarion's voice clanged like the clanging of steel. "My brother rules the Ring of Ash. He would burn religious texts. I like his style. But he's too conservative. Escape is no solution. We must strike back!"

Emperor: "How to fight back?"

Mortarion's voice deepened. "It will take you to tell me how we can kill the Unliving?"

"This sword." The Emperor drew out his sword, a golden halo flowing on the blade.

Mortarion interrupted him decisively, "I need replicable power!"

The Emperor's gaze darkened slightly, a trace of imperceptible disappointment flashing across his deep eyes. "Is that why you call me father?"

Mortarion looked the Emperor straight in the eye without fear. "I call you Father, for you are my genetic father. And I stand here as a son calling upon his father for help."

Because you are my Father, I ask you.

I don't call you father just to beg you.

The two have different logics.

The Emperor's gaze was as unfathomable as the ancient stars, yet Mortarion held his gaze fearlessly.

After a long silence, the Emperor slowly spoke: "The Soulless."

The soulless, also known as the untouchable.

Psychics and soulless people are diodes on the path of human evolution.

Psykers are the darlings of the Warp, drawing energy from the Warp to use their psionic powers to bend the laws of reality.

The Soulless are just the opposite. They are natural nemesis of psychic energy. They are like black holes in the subspace, and they have their own anti-psychic field.

When psychics face soulless beings, they not only have to endure the pain of having their souls torn apart piece by piece, but their proud spells will also be difficult to cast in front of soulless beings, and even if they can be cast, they will be completely ineffective against soulless beings.

But psychics can still use psychic power to kill soulless people, such as using psychic power to lift ten thousand tons of rocks and smash the soulless people to death with the rocks.

For the demons of the Warp, the Soulless are an even more deadly threat.

These lifeless beings from the Sea of ​​Souls will not only weaken in strength when near soulless beings, but more terrifyingly, if they are killed by soulless beings, they will face true and eternal annihilation and will never be able to be reborn in the warp.

But both have flaws.

The fatal flaw of psykers lies in the very nature of their power. Whenever they tap into the energies of the Warp, their soul projections within the Warp burn fiercely like flames.

The demons wandering in the warp, like moths attracted by flames, frantically rushed towards the dazzling light.

Once touched by a demon, the psychic's body will become a bridge for the demon to invade reality, and the original owner's consciousness will be forever annihilated in this terrifying intersection.

The Soulless bear another cruel curse: their innate anti-psychic field is as natural as breathing, and they cannot hold their breath.

This power not only renders the psyker's spells ineffective, but also indiscriminately tears at the souls of all living things around them.

Their innate anti-psychic field will make people around them instinctively feel disgusted and rejected. Some people will stay away from them, some will bully them, and some will even kill them.

Therefore, soulless people rarely survive to adulthood, and many are abandoned by their parents at birth.

Therefore, even though the probability of a soulless being born is as high as one in a hundred thousand, the number of soulless people who can truly play their role is extremely rare.

If the emperor had not insisted on going against all objections, even the institution of the Sisters of Silence would not have been preserved.

Mortarion asked with a burning gaze, "Father told me you have an army of Soulless?"

The Emperor's gaze was as calm as a deep pool. "If you are determined to pursue this path, you can forge your own Soulless Legion with your own hands."

Wop thought the emperor was being very tactful. Even if you are my son, you can't take my figurines!

If the Emperor refused to give the Custodians to Wop, and if Mortarion asked for the Sisters of Silence and he gave them to them, Wop would have to suspect that he valued his son over his friend.

Wop: "Can a Soulless be transformed into a Space Marine?"

He has always been curious about this question.

Emperor: "The mortality rate is high."

Mortarion was not surprised. The genes of the Space Marines came from the Primarchs, and the Primarchs had the essence of the Warp. They were inseparable from psionics from the source.

It would be strange if the death rate was low when combining Soulless and Space Marines.

But the possibility is not completely ruled out. There are even soulless beings who are hybridized with demons. It is normal to have a few soulless Space Marines, right?

The high mortality rate is nothing, there are plenty of soulless people in the galaxy who are willing to sacrifice themselves for the Empire.

Even if they die on the operating table, they can still be considered unsung heroes.

If you die in the alleys of the hive city, you will be truly worthless.

The Emperor's gaze seemed to penetrate Mortarion's heart. He solemnly warned his son, "Mortarion, do not regard the Soulless as a panacea! And do not attempt to place a large number of Soulless on the same ship. This will lead to disastrous consequences!"

Mortarion hummed. "I have taken your warning to heart, father. I am not that foolish."

The characteristics of the soulless make it difficult for them to be deployed in an organized and large-scale manner.

The Empire's main mode of navigation is warp navigation. If a large number of soulless beings gather on a ship, the navigator will be the first to explode with the captain, in the physical sense.

In addition to the Navigator, the Warp Engine and the Geller Stand are inseparable from psionics.

The gathering of the Soulless can easily cause a chain reaction. The crew will feel sick, the Thinkers and Servants may go on strike, and even the Warp Engine and Geller's Field may break down.

If even one of them malfunctions during the warp voyage, the entire ship will be lost.

Even if the soulless are deployed on multiple warships, they will arrive at the war zone in batches.

Their anti-psionic fields will also damage friendly forces before damaging enemy forces.

Moreover, soulless people have different levels just like psychics.

Low-level psychics cannot even display psychic traits, and low-level soulless beings have no killing power other than being disgusting. It would be better for them to have their ashes mixed with other things after they die than to be alive. Only powerful soulless beings can pose a threat to psychics and the unliving.

If you have to choose between Psykers and Soulless, a strong Psyker will usually be better than a strong Soulless when dealing with enemies other than demons and powerful Psykers.

But the risk of a powerful psychic losing control is extremely high, while the risk of a powerful soulless being is much lower.

Both have their advantages and disadvantages.

If they can be combined, they will become the empire's trump card.

But the two are naturally mutually exclusive. When a soulless person attacks a psychic, he will not care whether you are a friendly army or an enemy.

Therefore, the perfect match for the Soulless One can only be the Imperial Guards, who have no psychic talent but are extremely powerful.

Emperor: "They are coming."

The poisonous cloud was suddenly torn apart, and a deafening roar rolled across the entire sky like thunder.

Mortarion slowly stood up, and his legions arrived.

Chapter 138: The Shame the Fourteenth Legion Will Remember Forever (5K)

"We have our own Primarch now!"

The Legion Commander stood in front of the observation deck of the Endurance, overlooking the world below through the panoramic portholes. Hot tears streamed down his stern face without a helmet, and the metal deck trembled slightly under his feet.