Chapter 801 [243] [Past Events]

Chapter 801 【243.】【Past Events】

The fire in the fireplace was now crackling.

[Mortarion] felt a strange feeling. Intellectually, he desperately wanted to communicate with Hades, but emotionally, he felt far more disgusting than when he first faced Karas who had surrendered to Nurgle.

I don’t know that Mortarion here and the Primarchs here are so at peace with Hades——

[Mortarion] can understand his own acceptance of Hades, but what about the other Primarchs? Shouldn't they have looked at Hades in horror and then shot him?

Or is it that all of this has already happened, and the winner is Pluto.

"Since you haven't spoken yet, I'll take the liberty of asking first."

Hades swallowed the biscuit in his mouth and looked at [Mortarion] whose eyes were a little divergent.

He didn't plan to ask sensitive questions like Lao Mo's position first, but just chatted about family matters first. It happened that Hades was also interested in another timeline created by Emperor Laoden.

"Are you interested in...telling more about Barbarus over there? And do you have me there?"

Hades blinked,

"Look at your reaction...there is another me over there, right?"

In a daze, Hades felt that [Mortarion] opposite him seemed to be dead.

An extremely pale and feeble aura emanated from [Mortarion], but the next moment, this long-dead soul struggled to climb out of hell and sat across from Hades, lingering.

[in this regard……]

[Mortarion] felt that his hands were shaking. He would disguise himself with lies, sophistry, and false submission, but on this topic, in front of his familiar "old friend", he wanted to follow his heart for once.

[I'll tell you the whole truth... You have the right to hear it, Hades. ]

After seeing the Primarchs and Hades in this timeline, [Mortarion] realized that Hades had gained the full trust of most of the Primarchs——

This will prove that Hades is a man of high moral character and not a charlatan like [Guilliman].

A rustling sound sounded, and in front of the warm fire, Hades leaned forward, his single eye shining with the starlight of eagerness for gossip.

"Want to hear the details...but if the memory makes you uncomfortable, you can stop at any time, Mortarion."

[Mortarion] blinked, no, no, he has been feeling uncomfortable.

And never stop because of pain.

So the story begins,

[Please let me start from the beginning of my memory... This story is not long. ]

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【Another fate line】

【Terra】

"No. 14,"

Strange light and shadow shone on the guests along the chandelier in the hall, and the scepter dragged on the floor, making a strange rustling sound.

[Makado] bowed his back deeply and led [Erda] behind him to walk in the palace.

"The real name given to him by our Lord is resistance and tenacity. You can just call him No. 14 - not many people here call him by his real name."

“Resistance and resilience?”

[Erda] gently pursed these two words in her mouth,

"This sounds like a perfect little guy to rise up against the oppression of the old age...but why did the Emperor create him now? Fourteen seems somewhat out of touch with the era of the Great Crusade that he is about to begin."

"My Lord believes that every human virtue that has touched him and flashed in human history should be preserved and inherited - he hopes that each of his sons should be human beings with different virtues."

"son……"

[Erda]'s fingertips traced the wall beside them. The splendid semi-relief murals were a little dusty. The palace was too big, and some areas were semi-permanently abandoned.

"Hasn't he thought about his daughter?"

[Erda] asked jokingly, [Makado] sighed, and then shook his head,

"I tried to persuade him, but he was happy with his decision."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

[Erda] shook his head,

"The Emperor seems to have little experience in raising children."

"Different eras and different regions have different parenting methods... I think he should have considered a free-range management method and created twenty-one original bodies..."

[Makado] sneered,

"I think he took into account the attrition rate."

[Erda] shrugged, remembering the number 13 that she just went to see, a sensible little blond guy. With just one look, [Erda] would know that [the emperor] would like the number 13, at least as much as the 10th. Compared with No. 2, No. 13 is obviously more in line with the dream of the Lord of Mankind for conquest and empire.

"So is No. 14 on the list of [wasteable resources] he planned?"

[Makado] paused.

"I guess for now - Number Fourteen is the psionic Primarch, any psionic primarch is on that list, and he's cautious in that regard."

"But I feel like he's quite friendly to that red-skinned little guy, No. 15."

"He can..."

[Makado] pondered for a moment,

“In that little guy who was thirsty for knowledge, he found the dual identity of father and mentor.”

"What about this little guy, Number Fourteen?"

They walked through the long hallway and through the doors heavily guarded by the Imperial Guards. Starting from a rotunda, twenty corridors extended at equal intervals until they reached the closed door in the distance.

“Another synonym for defiance is disobedience and rebellion.”

[Malcador] said this, he raised his scepter and opened the door in front of them that was darker than the other original bodies.

[Erda]'s eyes lit up, not because of the original body, but because of the decoration of the Lord of Mankind. All the rooms of the original body were splendid.

She saw the little guy standing barefoot in the center of the room on the blanket woven with gold thread, with smooth white hair on his head. He was too short, and the sword he was holding tightly in his hand was just touching the ground with its tip.

Compared to his other brothers, the room seemed to be in its original configuration, with the Primarch leaving no personal traces of himself in it.

The first impression this kid gave [Erda] was that of a surly guy. He seemed to be the most frail and sickly among the brothers, but the unyielding fire in his eyes would never go out.

In short, people are still addicted to food.

"Oh, poor little guy."

[Erda] said softly, she squatted down so that she was at the same eye level as the child——

No. 14 was looking directly into [Erda]'s eyes, as if looking for contempt and disrespect in it.

[Erda] can think with his toes that the [Lord of Humanity] definitely showed the attitude of a superior when teaching this little guy, and this is exactly what No. 14 hopes to overturn.

The [Lord of Mankind] is abusing these children.

[Erda] thought in her heart that the more she saw, the more certain she became—

[The Lord of Humanity] has become an out-and-out tyrant, and he is being swallowed up by his inner greed and desire for dominance——

[Erda] glanced at the expressionless [Makado] from the corner of her eye. She pretended to surrender this time and came to Terra to win over the allies.

"I am your father's friend and I have come to see you—am I disturbing you?"

Number 14 pursed his lips tightly. Three seconds later, the child said seriously and performed a standard Terra salute.

[No, good afternoon, madam - are you here to test me? ]

"No, it's not."

[Erda] smiled and waved to No. 14 to come over. No. 14 looked hesitant.

"I just want to chat with you. Are you willing to tell me about the games your father plays with you on weekdays?"

[That's not a game - it's a mission. ]

No. 14 immediately retorted, but hesitantly glanced at [Elda] again. This lady carried the scent of incense that he was not disgusted with, as well as an extremely rare respect.

[I can tell you about some of them. ]

No. 14 said cautiously, and the smile on [Erda]'s lips became even stronger.

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In addition to the training time shared with the rest of my brothers, the Lord of Mankind, the Emperor—

But he sometimes allowed me to call him father, and would find me from time to time to give me extra training.

The content of the training was very simple. Sometimes, he would wake me up late at night, pull me excitedly to the summit of Mount Everest, and then throw me down, stipulating that I go up within a specific time, and the reward for success would be one Talk, failure is not allowed, and the price is to be destroyed.

Moody, gentle and violent appear in one individual at the same time, I sometimes feel confused——

I don’t understand why my father would sometimes tell me stories about the past very gently, and sometimes throw me directly into the alien pool to fight.

The rules changed from time to time according to the mood and anger of the superior. I couldn't keep up with him. He looked anxious, as if something was driving him behind him.

In the process of getting along with my brothers, I gradually understood what type of children my father liked.

Number 13 (Robert Guilliman), smart, smart and cold enough, in the second military chess game, he decisively sacrificed all the imperial troops following him in exchange for a victory.

At that time, the person playing against him was No. 8. No. 8 obviously did not understand what No. 13 had done. He looked at our father and angrily asked why he allowed his life to be sacrificed innocently——

It was just a game, but real life was gone.

I remember the look on the Lord of Mankind's face. He just smiled at No. 13, and No. 13 gave him a similar smile in return.

I knew then that No. 13 had won.

"This is not a game, this is a drill before you lead the legion on an expedition - you need to understand the heavy price in death and sacrifice. War cannot be interfered with by personal emotions, and generals cannot be swayed by the death of soldiers."

I watched with cold eyes as No. 8 (Conrad Coates) dropped the chess piece in his hand and left. Another guy who was very similar to him, but obviously more stupid, squeezed out from the pile of children and tried to comfort No. 8. Number.

So starting from the second game, there will be victims in every round. The children are reluctant to die of the imperial guards who usually take care of them, but the importance of not humiliating the Lord of Humanity is obviously higher than them.

The situation of my brothers is not always satisfactory to him. Number 18 (Vulkan) keeps crying, number 9 (Sanguinius) is ridiculously clever, and some people directly choose to fail. Some people were defeated by the opposite general without hesitation.

When it was my turn, I just left.

I refuse to start this game.

Because I realized that this was just what he wanted to see. He wanted to see us suffer because of losing something, and be cruelly proud of it——

Even if I won this game, or lost because I didn't want my guardsmen to die, the next game would still start, and we would still lose something.

Not following the rules.

So I was punished - he ordered my guardsmen to fight me until the two sides decided life and death.

The guardsmen who were usually very kind to me and would carve small patterns on my hilt raised their halberds without hesitation when facing me.

The others were laughing at me that day... I was so miserable. I think I shouted something and tried to persuade the guardsmen to stop attacking, but it was useless.

I won, and that's why I continue to live.

But this doesn't mean that I succumb to his rules. In the midst of raging anger and unwillingness, I swore with my life that I wanted to cut off his head.

Childhood oaths are always ridiculous. I probably did a lot of ridiculous things at that time. I remember that I found No. 8 at that time...

I hoped to resist together with him, but he was bound by the rules he defined for himself and couldn't extricate himself.

I went to find other people to persuade them, but it was useless.

But the good news... or the worst news is that this hellish day did not last too long. A warp storm tore open the Terra Palace, and I and the rest of my brothers were lost, lost in the vast galaxy -

The memories on Terra were more or less lost, but even so, the instincts he cultivated still flowed in our veins.

In a dizzy moment... I forced myself to stand up, the thick poisonous gas tore my lungs, if it were my other brothers, they would probably faint at the first moment.

I landed...

[Barbarus. ]

Barbarus's words spit out from the mouth of the Primarch with a hissing sound, [Motarion] looked at Hades, and in the flickering of the fire, the shadow of Hades's face was dancing.

"Ah... Neos is such a bastard."

Hades said, and I saw a familiar look in his eyes, which I had seen in the eyes of that child.

[He is indeed. ]

I said, with a look of indifference in my eyes. In fact, the pain in the Terra Palace was no longer worth mentioning, because compared with the suffering I faced in my life, it was just a tear in the vast ocean.

And the first night I landed in Barbarus...

I met the slave-hunting team from the alien lord Nakre.

"You were captured by Nakre?"

Hades asked, I looked at him, obviously there was also a bastard named Nakre in his Barbarus.

[No... that's not the case. ]

I said slowly, in fact, I should have been captured.

But that day, the two people who led the Nakre slave-hunting team were Hades and Karas Typhon.