Chapter 733 The World Line Begins to Move

+How long has he been unconscious? +

"Nine days and nine nights: if you don't count the time in subspace."

+ It’s almost time to prepare for the final awakening ceremony, but be careful. He may not be familiar with his new power yet, and he is not mentally and physically ready: It’s a pity that we don’t have more time left. After all, how many more days will it take? Genius is the safer move. +

"But you won't wait, right?"

When he finally took off the old friend that was torn apart by the storm in the farce of Nicaea, and put on a brand new black monk's robe: the palmer felt that even the words coming from his own throat The voice has changed a lot compared to before.

Younger, more energetic, more valuable rationality and...aggression?

It's also getting colder.

He hoped it was just the robes.

The Seal Holder shook his head and put aside these irrelevant worries: perhaps these days, busy cleaning up the mess caused by the Nicaea catastrophe, the Seal Holder always felt that he had become a little nervous. It was as if a voice in his head was yelling at him that he had forgotten something important.

Related to a primarch...

The original body, who could it be...

+That's right. +

Once again, the voice of the Lord of Humanity interrupted the palm-printer's thinking.

The Emperor nodded, but his eyes did not shift from looking at the document in his palm: at the bottom of the document, the name of Waldo, the leader of the Forbidden Army, was clearly written.

+ After all, I can’t guarantee what changes will happen in the subspace if he is allowed to sleep for a few more days: You know, Horus is the most important in our plan, as long as his loyalty does not waver, The development of the situation will be within our expectations. +

"But if it's the other way around, I'm afraid you won't be able to do anything to the Wolf Shepherd God, right?"

+ Worst case scenario: Yes. +

The Emperor did not deny it, but the Sealmaster was keenly aware that when the Emperor mentioned his returning son, there was a fleeting emotion in the most secret corner of the Lord of Mankind's eyes, so nihilistic yet so real.

It was a treasure that belonged exclusively to Horus.

Malcador sighed secretly.

That is the Emperor's love for Horus: a love that has never faded in two hundred years, and has never even deteriorated in the slightest. It is a unique thing that other blood descendants of the Emperor cannot get even in their lifetimes, because it Only for Horus.

The Emperor might trust Dorn, might respect the Khan, might internally praise Guilliman's optimism, or openly admire Mortarion's similarity to him.

He will regard Morgan as the only comrade among the Primarchs who can march alongside him, and will hand over the most important secrets to Jonson of Caliban. He is willing to give Fogg the special title of Son of the Emperor. Reim's Legion, he even clearly revealed several times that Vulcan would be his only witness.

But all this trust, respect, admiration and comradeship was far less than what Horus received from the Emperor.

He received what was left of the Emperor's love.

After the Emperor sacrificed his 40,000 years of abundant emotions as an insignificant sacrifice on the stone altar to the great revival of human civilization, he then sprinkled as much of his remaining softness as possible on the entire human race. body to ensure that he can become the emperor of [humanity] instead of the emperor who fell from [certain people].

This is important.

After rounds of screening like this, the true emotions in the heart of the Lord of Humanity have long been very few, but this is a treasure that is more precious than all the wealth in the world, Horus. It only took a mere thirty years to get it.

Some people always say that it only took the Emperor thirty years to influence the life of the Lord of the Luna Wolves for nearly two hundred years, but most people do not think about it the other way around: Horus only spent thirty years. In just a few years, he impressed a living god who had lived for at least 40,000 years, and gained true love from him.

Comparing the two, the latter is as miraculous as Bai Jun passing through the gap.

Maybe Horus was not the comrade the Emperor chose for himself, maybe his name would not appear in the Emperor's will, maybe the Wolf Goddess would have to be trapped by him for a long time to come. The father of genes, the power structure quietly built behind the scenes.

But it was undeniable that Horus was the only person the Emperor still loved: the one individual he still loved.

In comparison, Malcador and Waldo are just like-minded domestic servants, and the Ten Thousand Soldiers of the Forbidden Army are just the most handy tools. Although the status of the original body is higher, it cannot escape the fate of a handy tool: no matter they There are so many benefits on the surface.

The palmer could see it clearly, and he knew that Morgan could see it clearly too: around the end of the Randan War, after the Emperor used the palm of the Spider Queen to kill a fallen brother with her own hands, Morgan The ruthless truth has been seen clearly.

Since then, the Spider Queen has become even more unscrupulous in front of the Emperor: because she knows very well that she cannot get any true feelings from her father, and all she can get is a fair deal and a free and honest relationship. A transaction in which the Emperor dominates.

A fair deal guaranteed by the Emperor.

Morgan was to be an assistant, the most useful tool of the Lord of Mankind, or to put it more nicely, the only person among the Emperor's descendants who could become his comrade-in-arms, to help him solve those things that might be crucial but not worthy of the Emperor's personal efforts, and to become an abrupt but increasingly prominent weight in the great plan of the Lord of Mankind.

On the other hand, as long as she did not try to remove the shackles around her neck, as if she was at risk of escaping the Emperor's control, the Lord of Mankind would allow his daughter to dance with the shackles and enjoy the seemingly endless freedom before the prosperity before her collapsed.

Morgan could become the most domineering princess in the galaxy, or wantonly interfere in the future of the human empire, transforming at least part of the galaxy into what she wanted: even if she really had a sudden idea one day to establish a military group that would compete with Terra, it would be within the tolerance of the Lord of Mankind.

It didn't matter.

Anyway: the Emperor didn't care.

This was just a piece of candy thrown by the Emperor to appease his daughter who had danced in chains for too long and got angry because of sore toes: Morgan would not be more grateful for it, and the Emperor would not trust her more for it.

This unspoken tacit understanding reached its peak in the previous Warmaster incident: Morgan could stir up trouble and even embarrass the Emperor in front of everyone, and the Lord of Mankind would not be angry about it.

But on the contrary, even if the Spider Queen won all the votes, even if she had the power to change fate and let Horus personally support Jonson's Warmaster attempt, she could not change the final result. The Emperor would only let Horus take over his power.

Malcador was very clear about this: the Lord of Mankind had revealed to him afterwards that if Horus could not become Warmaster, the Emperor would temporarily set up a higher official position, and then give it to his beloved Horus, and hand over the galaxy to the Lord of the Luna Wolf after he left.

In any case, the only one who can shepherd the galaxy for the Lord of Mankind is the Wolf God.

There is no reason.

If you have to say it: Horus is the only person the Emperor loves now.

This is different from respect and appreciation, and it does not agree with the trust in Jonson and Dorn: to a certain extent, the Lord of Mankind has never doubted the loyalty of the lion, and his trust in Jonson exceeds Horus, but he will never give the position of Warmaster to Jonson.

In other words, he will never give Jonson the supervision of the galaxy he conquered with his own hands.

Even the Emperor himself could not explain what kind of emotion this was, but Malcador, who had heard him complain about this, had some clear thoughts from the outside.

It is simple to say, this is just like those ancient emperors, or other generations who laid the foundation: they may particularly appreciate one of their subordinates, or a descendant with a blood relationship, and give him most of the power, or even place his position above their own children.

But then again: no matter how much trust and closeness he has with outsiders, as long as the emperor has a biological son, a descendant with whom he has a harmonious relationship, then, no matter how mediocre his son is, he will ensure at all costs that after his death, only his son can sit on the throne.

There has never been a lack of cases like this in human history, especially in some countries that have been feudal for a long time. The monarch would rather kill the heir who is popular with the public, and would rather risk the turmoil or even overthrow of the country, so that his heir with an uncertain future can take over the crown: Isn’t this very similar to the Emperor’s choice?

Well, let’s put it simply.

It’s nothing more than: except Horus, the other Primarchs are just...

Malcador didn’t think about it anymore.

But in his heart, there is another question echoing.

Why.

Why is only Horus so special?

Because of those thirty years: this is not the answer to all questions.

There must be some other reason. Whether it was the thirty years of father-son relationship or the Emperor seeing the shadow of some old friends in Horus wearing pearl white armor, it could not explain his overly strange behavior: unless the answer was not hidden in the real universe.

"..."

The Sigillite was silent: he was silent because of a message in his mind.

And this message was left by the past Sigillite to the current Sigillite: to be more specific, this was some thinking lines that Malcador wrote down when he remembered the existence of the Dark Lord for some reason last time and cooperated with the Emperor to erase the relevant memories, leaving it for himself the next time he remembered the Dark Lord.

The words were also very simple, and Malcador could even recite them silently in his heart.

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"Everyone can see that the Emperor's treatment of Horus was somewhat inappropriate. He concentrated too many chips on the Wolf God. If the Wolf God made a mistake, the Emperor's entire plan would begin to collapse completely: this is not a low-end mistake he would make."

"So, what exactly is the reason why the Emperor believes in the Wolf God so much? In other words, what is the unique connection between the Wolf God and the Lord of Humanity: so powerful that the Emperor can ignore the laws of the real universe and make his plan have such a fatal flaw?"

"We don't know."

"But, maybe we should ask ourselves."

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"If, if we have tried everything in the real universe and still cannot find out the secret of Horus in the Emperor's heart, then should we turn our eyes away from the real universe: to observe the secrets of the Emperor and Horus in their souls, and see their connection in another world."

"Go to the warp and take a look."

"Go to the shadow of chaos and take a look."

"Go to the corner of the Dark Lord, in front of its empty throne, there may be an answer."

"Future Sigillite: If you feel that this matter has become anxious, then you should start to deal with it. Yes, but you cannot defy the Emperor's memory cleansing. It is good for you to forget the Dark Lord temporarily, even though it means that you cannot personally investigate the secrets of Horus and the Emperor in the warp. "

"That is to say: maybe you should find an ally who can help you."

"An ally who is trustworthy in ability, character and common goals."

"As of the time I wrote these words, I have not found such a person."

"I hope you have found it."

"Finally: Wish us good luck."

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"Ally."

The Sigillite chewed on the word.

He felt very lucky: the current Sigillite knew the answer.

Although it might not be the standard answer.

Malcador shook his head, slightly modified this passage in his mind, and then stuffed it back into the ocean of memory, but did not stuff it back into the part to be cleared, but secretly hid it in the deepest part to ensure that the newly written message would never disappear.

However, for the sake of safety, he should meet his ally later.

Thinking of this, Malcador turned his eyes to his master: the Emperor of Mankind was carefully examining the documents in his hands with unprecedented concentration, and from time to time he asked Malcador questions and made final assurances.

After all, this was about the fate of a legion.

+Has the fleet set out? +

The Emperor did not say which fleet it was, but this little flaw was irrelevant: since the Lord of Mankind used his great power to fix Nicaea back to the orbit of the real universe, a full nine days had passed, and since his orders could be transmitted in the real universe again, the Emperor issued a death order, not allowing any ship in the Nicaea system to leave privately.

The Custodians were almost all out to ensure that this order was carried out thoroughly: all ships were ordered to stay, the Mandeville points on both sides of the system were temporarily closed with technology brought from Terra, the Emperor's eyes wandered in the warp, and any capable astropaths were respectfully taken away, and any external communications about Nicaea they had previously sent out were regarded as distorted noises in the warp.

In a nutshell, when the Lord of Mankind used his power, he ensured that what happened on Nicaea would not be remembered by anyone who was not qualified to know it.

And only one fleet could leave the Nicaea system within these nine days.

"According to your instructions, Valdor, Jonson and Leman Russ have reported to me regularly. Their fleets are sailing in the warp and are expected to arrive at Prospero in thirteen days to fully implement your blockade order: Valdor guarantees that no outsiders will know about this matter, and all Astartes and mortals involved in the operation will also accept the strictest confidentiality regulations."

+ This is not a long-term solution. +

The Emperor shook his head and slowly put down the Adeptus Custodes file in his hand.

+We have to think of a way. Nicaea cannot become the next 11th Legion. +

"You mean..."

+I already have an idea. +

The Emperor waved his hand.

+But don't rush: I have to go see if my Horus has woken up. +

"..."

When the face of the Lord of Mankind once again shone like the sun because of the mention of his most beloved offspring, the gloomy silence of the Sigillite was so eye-catching: even the Emperor noticed this.

+What's wrong, my friend? +

"Well... I'm just a little worried."

+What are you worried about? Are you worried that Horus can't adapt to his psychic power? +

"Yes, my Lord, that is at least comparable to my psychic power: I say this not to brag, but even if you want to give the wolf god psychic power, you can't let him stand at such a high level at the beginning, which is very likely to make him lost in it..."

+Don't worry, Malcador. +

The Emperor shook his head.

+I believe Horus knows how to use this power, I have faith in him. +

+And… I don’t have time. +

“That’s not a good reason, my friend.”

+I know. +

The Emperor laughed, patting Malcador on the shoulder before he left.

+Don’t worry, old friend. +

With a wink.

+I have a backup plan. +

+Don’t forget: no matter what, it was I who gave Horus the power, and no matter how exaggerated his psychic power was, the source of his power always came from my soul. +

+That can’t be changed: I will always have room to maneuver. +

“I hope so.”

Malcador laughed, and said nothing more.

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But he knew.

His next private meeting with the Spider Queen should be put on the agenda as soon as possible.