Chapter 1026 380. Roundtable Talk (Fifteen, Interlude: Destiny? 4k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

"What do you mean? Father, I forgive my stupidity, but I really don't understand."

Horus's voice sounded extremely confused, and there was even a hint of deep uneasiness hidden in it.

He seemed to have noticed something - at least, he didn't really understand it as he said.

"They will not let everything develop as smoothly as I imagined." The emperor said slowly. "It doesn't matter whether you and I are separated, or the acquired personality created by the personal growth environment. These are actually not important.

.”

At this moment, the true expression of his previous moments disappeared, and a cold mask was taken out from the bottom of his heart and put on his face. Although it was cold, it felt reassuring to a certain extent.

Absolute rationality creates absolute security.

"In the ancient myth of Terra, there was a fire thief named Prometheus. He stole the flames of the gods, brought them to humans, and spread them across the earth. With the flames, humans

Only then did civilization begin to be born in its true sense."

"And you. You are the flames I stole from their hands. Your essence belongs to the subspace, which is the indelible and unchangeable essence in your soul. But I shaped you in human form."

"I wanted to teach you everything, but I was too late, and even if I had been, I probably wouldn't be able to change everything. Your nature determines that they can easily contaminate you, unless you are always under my watch -

But what’s the point of that?”

"An eagle that cannot fly has no need to survive, father." Chagatai said softly.

"Yes, Khan, yes."

The Emperor smiled sadly, this smile was fleeting and almost imperceptible, but it was so conspicuous in the eyes of the Primarchs.

"That is to say."

Fulgrim slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. In his heart, a thorn that had always stung him began to sway gently at this moment. While causing more pain, it also caused the pus and blood in his heart to begin to flow towards him.

Go out.

"No matter what, someone will betray you?" Phoenix asked.

"Yes." His father replied, his voice firm and unwavering.

He is revealing a cruel truth, and he is making no secret of it. For no other reason than his children demand it. As a failed father, what else can he do?

"Even Sanguinius?" Leon El'Jonson asked unwillingly. The moment the Lion heard his name from the list of betrayers, he was already in a complicated mood. The questioning at this moment was more like

A kind of release.

It's a pity that his question already has the answer.

"Yes, even if it's me, brother." Sanguinius replied softly. "I'm honored that you can think of me this way, even using two words. But yes, even I will betray,

As long as they want."

"How could this be?"

Even if he had known the answer, the lion couldn't help but lean back on the chair at this moment. His persistence was almost like a joke, making people want to laugh.

Is that all?

I'm loyal just because I'm lucky? Because they're not interested enough in me.

For a moment, there was only silence here, and the original bodies were silent with different expressions, like living sculptures.

"Perhaps, the Great Expedition was just a dream from the beginning."

Vulcan said sadly: "This dream comes from our father, we inherited it, and we tried to complete it. But the dream will eventually wake up, and when we wake up, we have to face the cruel reality."

"And I kept this dream going for ten thousand more years, brother."

Ferrus Manus stood up slowly, with flames burning on his illusory but solid face, his expression serious and serious: "After my death, until now - I have never given up on our ideals."

"The Great Crusade is no longer often mentioned in the empire today. People use a cautious tone when talking about it because they think that period of history is dark."

"They don't know what the Great Crusade was for, but they only know that the Great Crusade led to the betrayal of the Primarch, the serious injury of the Emperor, and the division of the Empire. But people don't need to know the truth, so people don't have to

Go miss it."

"The fewer people who have to bear the pain, the better, my brothers. And those of us who are left need to look at it more carefully. The Great Crusade should have succeeded, and mankind should have been free from war, plague, and pain forever.

and oppression. But it failed, and it was not you who started it."

He looked at those who had betrayed him. Fulgrim wanted to avoid his sight, but Phoenix did not do so. His body seemed to have betrayed him, or perhaps, his body was much more honest.

"You are nothing but blades."

Ferrus Manus said so.

"They use lies and poison to destroy your will to resist, and use temptation and oppression to make you succumb. It is true that our father also made many mistakes that should not have occurred due to his character in the process, but we should see the murderer

s face."

He knocked on the table slowly, raised and lowered his right hand, and the sound of metal collision was clear and loud.

"The real murderers, the real culprits holding the knife, are them."

Gorgon, the original being named the ancient monster, was surprisingly gentle at the moment. Although he was recounting a terrible truth, his tone was not very serious.

Ten thousand years is enough to change many things, Fulgrim thought.

He looked at Ferus and realized that he no longer understood him.

Let's start from scratch. He sighed.

"Your words are powerful, brother."

Robert Guilliman closed his eyes and shook his head.

"I'm heartened by your words, but I have to point out another thing. We know who the murderer is, but it has little to do with our mutual hatred for each other. If the teacher hadn't made all this happen,

Have you ever imagined what it would be like for us to sit together?"

The Lord of Ultramar smiled bitterly: "We all sit at the same table and talk to each other peacefully? They may have pushed us from behind, but the fundamental reason is——"

"—No, Robert."

The Emperor retorted to his son, his gaze as sharp as a sword, forcibly gouging out the thoughts that Guilliman had covered with his own flesh and blood.

"You are wrong," said the Emperor. "Do you think your brothers hate each other because of their discordant personalities? No, they are behind every step of the way. And I know this is not the case.

Your true intention."

He smiled, and with a flash of golden light, the majestic golden armor disappeared in an instant, leaving only the thin and rough linen clothes, and the cuffs were even stained with mud, but he didn't care.

"Isn't it?" he asked.

Guilliman looked away and said no more. The person who spoke on his behalf was Rogal Dorn.

"So, it's them who did it." Donne said slowly, slowly.

The question was in an affirmative tone. When he said this sentence, he kept looking at his father, and his father responded with a slight nod.

"So, they made him look like that."

"It was they who turned him into a cynic like Perturabo. It was they who planned all this - isn't this really a lie you made up to comfort us, father?"

When Dorn changed the subject, his voice became trembling. Under his short gray hair, his usually serious, sculpture-like face began to waver like water.

His cheeks trembled.

". A few details changed everything and made him fall to this point. What about me, father? The identity I am proud of, my name, the achievements I have earned - are all these just because I am lucky enough?

"

"I rarely lie, and at least not today." The Emperor replied calmly. "I have not lied to you, and that is not a consolation. As for the lucky statement you claimed, it is even more nonsense. To them

It is said that luck is also a part that can be manipulated."

"Then, why do you say that all this is their handiwork?" Konrad Coates asked slowly.

"Because that's what it is," said the Emperor. "And of course I - I played a part in it too, and I was stupid enough to see it. I apologize for that, even though it may appear

It's a little too late, but"

He stood up and slowly lowered his head.

"My mistake proved one thing." He said calmly. "A person's energy is limited. Even I cannot switch between two completely different responsibilities at the same time."

"I am the Emperor, the leader of this empire. I don't like this position, nor the name. I don't even like this identity, but I must play him. I want to play the Emperor, the Lord of Mankind.

,In this way, I can make human beings stand upright under the canopy of the universe."

"But I am also your father. I should raise you up, teach you how to be a human being, and let each of you become what you should be - but I don't. Because I am the emperor, I can't

While being an emperor, you should also be a good father."

"I'm too greedy." His tone was almost confessional. "This is my original sin."

——

The meeting has been temporarily terminated.

The Primarchs agreed that they needed about fifteen to thirty minutes of rest. They had a whole day to complete this meeting, so taking half an hour to rest was no big deal.
To be continued...