Chapter 103 The Primarch’s Plan

Author: Youjiu L

Chapter 103 The Primarch’s Plan

Lu Mingfei looked at the giant in front of him in shock. Although there was no basis for it, he just knew that

That was his Primarch, his genetic father.

"Brother, have you really thought about it?"

A heavy voice sounded.

Lu Mingfei turned his head, and an equally tall giant walked past him.

This giant has a square face, and the long hair on the back of his head is braided with three strips of cloth of different colors.

He was wearing a strange black armor, and there were countless strange characters engraved on the armor, which did not belong to all the languages ​​​​that Lu Mingfei knew.

Hearing the call from behind, the original body turned around.

Lu Mingfei held his breath and looked up at the face of the genetic father almost greedily.

Even if his loyalty is only to Mankind and the Emperor, what Space Marine doesn't care about his Primarch?

After guessing that he was a descendant of the Lost Legion, Lu Mingfei fantasized about the appearance of the original body many times, and now he finally got his wish.

Lu Mingfei was not disappointed. The original body had a handsome and serious face.

In terms of facial features, he resembles the Emperor in the icon painting in the Norton Hall.

But his eyes are pure black like Corax, Lord of Crows.

His skin is also white, but not as pale as the original body of the 19th Legion, but slightly yellow like ivory.

The Gene Father did not wear armor like the other Primarch, only a simple black robe.

But his momentum is no less impressive, like a mountain breaking through the atmosphere.

"Do you still want to persuade me? My brother."

the primarch asked.

"Yes, out of brotherly love and my sense of responsibility, I must try to persuade you one more time."

The other Primarch nodded.

"You should know that this is meaningless. My will will never change for anyone, not even you, my dearest brother."

The original body sighed and said.

"Of course I understand this. You have perfectly inherited our father's stubbornness."

The other Primarch pouted.

"Father, he is just too tired. The fate of the entire human race is weighing on him, and he always feels pressed for time."

The primarch defended the man.

"That's it, what are you putting on your body?"

asked another Primarch.

"This is our birthright, this is what we are here for, this is what He created us for."

The primarch shook his head.

"But now you have to go against his arrangement."

The other Primarch sneered.

"He just can't make a decision. Humanity has only one emperor."

The original body said.

"And I only have you as my brother."

Another Primarch said.

"I have made the great sage prepare, so it may not be the worst ending."

The original body comforted.

"Do you think the worst outcome is that you die? Fool. Have you ever thought that that thing was a lie from the beginning?"

Another Primarch said loudly.

"Impossible. The great sage and father have confirmed that it is indeed the creation of the ancient sage, and there is no problem with its preset functions."

The Primarch retorted.

"Then why didn't father use it? Do you think it was because he was afraid of death?"

Another Primarch asked rhetorically.

These words silenced the Primarch, who did not know how to speak.

The Emperor is certainly not afraid of death. If his death can bring about the future of mankind, he will not hesitate to turn himself into firewood.

There was only one reason, he was worried it was a scam.

Beings who can deceive the immortal and most powerful psyker in this galaxy are extremely rare, but not impossible.

The Chaos God, the supreme ruler of the Necrons, the Old Ones and their mortal enemies.

These existences are all related to the ancient saints. Even the emperor is not sure whether this creation has been tampered with.

This is not unprecedented. The separation of their brothers was caused by the evil god of Chaos.

"But we have to try, right? Just like my father used the webway left by the ancient saints to plan a big plan, I also have my own plan."

The original body said stubbornly.

"The Webway is dead, but those guys are alive! Didn't you see the fate of those cultists during the expedition? Do you really think that a relic of an extinct race can solve them?"

Another Primarch said angrily.

"I heard from Curze his predictions about the future."

The original body hesitated for a moment and said.

"That lunatic, do you believe the crazy things he said?"

The other Primarch sneered.

He had never gotten along with the original member of the Eighth Legion. In his opinion, that guy had his brain damaged by the core of his home planet.

"Actually, I also had a prophetic dream, which partially overlapped with what Curze saw."

The primarch sighed.

"You don't want to think that what that guy said is true, do you?"

The other Primarch's eyes widened.

"I didn't see as much as him, only a few things."

The original body replied.

"Which ones?"

asked another Primarch.

"You and I will be deposed by our father, Horus will rebel, and our father will become a withered living dead."

The primarch spoke slowly, each story more horrifying than the last.

The other Primarch was in shock.

The first two things were not surprising to him. After all, the two of them were quite deviant among the original bodies, and he had always disliked Horus.

But will their father become the living dead?

Will the Emperor become the living dead?

Are you kidding about the galaxy? He is the most powerful psyker in human history and even in the history of the galaxy. He can crush a planet with one hand, and the Chaos God can only negotiate with him as an equal.

Not to mention that he is an immortal and can come back to life even if he is burned to ashes.

And his brothers told him that their father would become the living dead.

"Brother, are you sure you are not mentally affected by your psychic powers?"

Another Primarch asked seriously.

He knew that his brother possessed psychic powers second only to Magnus, the Primarch of the Thousand Sons Legion, and could also gather the psychic powers of his genetic offspring into his own body.

With the psychic blessing of the entire legion, the original's psychic powers could reach a level that surpassed that of Magnus in a very short period of time.

Another Primarch suspected that the Primarch's mind was damaged while using this dangerous ability.

"Of course not, my brother, I am sober, hopelessly sober."

The Primarch said calmly.
To be continued...