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He felt a surge of pride, yet remained humble.
But not enough.
As a monk of Astartes, son of the emperor, he continued to encourage and spur himself on.
He needs to do better, much better...
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He has always stayed true to himself.
Unlike those who succumbed to depravity, he remained steadfast in his beliefs, convinced that the honor and power of the Son of the Emperor would guide them all, including those who had fallen into depravity, back onto the right path.
He kept trying to dissuade them.
"enough!"
"What else is there to hold onto?"
"Don't you know? We have already won!"
Finally, after his persuasion, one of the emperor's sons retorted.
Here lies the endless beach of Chemos, where a chorus from heaven softly sings a soothing lullaby, the fragrant seawater intoxicating. The warm summer sun calms the soul, and the gently lapping tide soothes the heart.
On the distant verdant mountains, the tombs of the fallen sons of emperors still lie, quietly sharing the present tranquility with their ancestors.
"What are you still holding on to, Company Commander? Those dark, evil beings have already been driven out by our Primarch and our Forerunners!"
"We have won! There are no more enemies in this universe! We no longer need to fight; we can simply enjoy ourselves!"
"Enjoy! Is that something so hard for you to understand?"
"No, I simply need to uphold the Emperor's—"
"Persistence, sigh!" The prince who had been arguing with him gave a disdainful laugh. "Alright, Company Commander. Then can you tell me, what exactly is it that you've been persisting for until now?"
yes......
What are we fighting for, and why have we persevered until now?
Chapter 291 No cows allowed here!
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“They are the Primarchs I obtained from the Highest Heaven.”
It was the spark he had seized from the vast warp when he resolved to prepare the Primarch for the Space Marines' plans for the Great Crusade.
With the infusion of warp power, these infants will possess extraordinary strength and intelligence in the future—with the help of these Primarchs, they will be able to mass-produce Space Marines to rapidly advance the Great Crusade.
However, not everyone agrees with his plan.
This included his spouse, the immortal Ilda.
"They do possess strength comparable to ours, I don't deny that."
"But one day, they will become monsters. Don't you see their fate?"
"..."
He fell silent; he knew what the Primarchs would become.
"You know the fate they will face."
In the future, the Primarchs will grow up under his tutelage in the palaces of Holy Terra, becoming powerful, wise, and brave warriors who will lead their Space Marines to conquer city after city, defeat enemy after enemy, and ultimately achieve an unprecedented victory in the Great Crusade after all Chaos and Xenomorphs have been wiped out of the galaxy.
This sounds like exactly the ending he was hoping for—but the future of humanity will never end abruptly with a fairytale ending of "and they lived happily ever after."
The journey will continue, and the Great Expedition will be considered a victory...
But have humans truly gained freedom?
"You and I have both witnessed how the superhumans you created treat ordinary people—perhaps they are a little more restrained now."
"But what about afterward? After the expedition ends, how will the Space Marines who have become administrators face those who are 'inferior' to them?"
Do Space Marines see every human being as equal to themselves?
There may be such noble individuals, but... they are by no means the majority.
Primarchs, who were instilled with superhuman thinking from a young age, would place their existence above that of other humans based on the “Great Space Marine Doctrine” they had witnessed, thus becoming the new generation of Golden Race.
As for mortals, they will continue to be degraded as Stone Race by these self-proclaimed superior beings, and discarded like trash.
Humanity will not gain freedom, but will continue the mistakes of the past.
It goes on and on, in cycles.
The golden and stone figures will increasingly clash, until—another great division, rebellion, or civil war arrives.
—The Iron Man Rebellion will re-emerge, and humanity's fate will once again be plunged into a dark and turbulent era of civil war.
They will either be completely obliterated into the dust of history, or another "Emperor" will emerge to save them all.
That was the fate he was destined to face.
—Although it doesn't exist yet, he can already see the future of humanity.
He could see the final moment, which symbolized the end and death.
Those four faces lurking in the shadows, smirking at him.
One of the figures, a beautiful woman covering her mouth and speaking softly, spoke to him from the shadows.
You cannot deny the desires in people's hearts.
Humanity's future destiny will be devoured by humanity itself.
again and again.
Throughout history, the greatest enemy that has posed the greatest challenge to humanity in this universe has never been the insectoid race, the ancient aliens, or the Iron Man's aversion to intelligence.
Rather, it is humanity itself.
“They will repeat the same path we have taken, just like the cyclical nature of history. They will repeat the mistakes that their predecessors made, over and over again.”
"No—never again!"
“I will contain them, I will defeat them,” he replied.
“For all humanity, I will fight… I will face all Space Marines—if they wish to become higher beings, then I will stop them.”
He believed he could do it.
Even if the end result is that he will suffer alone on the golden throne for ten thousand years, forever.
.......
But not everyone believed him.
"Stop! What do you think you're doing?"
Take, for example, the immortal Ilda before him—at the same time. A rift in the warp tore open in front of her, engulfing all the infants still in their incubation chambers.
—They were all released back into the wild.
"No!"
He tried to take the incubation chambers from the other party, but he was as if he were imprisoned and could not move.
"No...you shouldn't have done that..."
"They will face temptations from the god of chaos; they will be branded with the marks of pain; they will—"
"They will become human, just like everyone else in this world."
Erda retorted in response to his accusations.
"Whether they become beasts, scoundrels, nomads, scholars, priests, gladiators, workers, insurgents, or bureaucrats, they will live like real human beings."
The Primarchs may encounter difficulties, crises, or even wounds that never heal.
Even so, it is still more conducive to forging a true human being than being born into a pampered, isolated tower.
"If you are truly willing, then let this world, let mortals personally teach these warp beings, let them experience firsthand the pain and struggle of the human world, and they will be willing to believe that the Primarch and any mortal in this world are not fundamentally different."
"Maybe."
"But what is the price of all this?!"
He was unwilling to blame his ally, who had been with him all this time, too much for this.
Erda, who knew him best (especially his education and communication skills), chose the most dangerous path.
Scattering Primarchs across the worlds with the power of the Warp might cause them to be affected by Chaos and ultimately lead to rebellion.
But having him by his side would definitely cause a rebellion.
"This is my choice."
"If this is the future they have to face... then let them hate me."
This is what Erda said when she left Holy Terra to live in seclusion on the moon.
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Ten thousand years later.
Just as Erda had predicted, the sandstorms of Chemos and the people of the land shaped the kindness and compassion of Fugrim.
But time is enough to smooth everything over, leaving only the most fundamental operating principles.
The Primarchs have left the Legion, abandoning the honors and virtues of the Emperor's Sons, leaving only pure pleasure and nothingness behind.
Nothing else was left.
So... what is the purpose of their coming into this world as sons of emperors, a source of great glory?
What has kept him steadfast all this way? What has made him choose not to collude with the other imperial princes?
It was an extreme... emptiness.
But what did he gain from his perseverance along the way?
In his confusion, he sensed something steadily approaching him.
That was the truth he would eventually face, his answer.
right in front of you.
As if time stood still, a person with long limbs and an elegant demeanor slowly walked forward from the tranquil and peaceful shore.
He, or perhaps she, possessed an impeccable face, with a captivating androgynous beauty.
The person's limbs were light and strong, full of youthful energy. Every gesture exuded an allure that could captivate anyone with just a glance, and their innocent appearance could make people lower their guard, making them completely mesmerized.
"Hello."
He chuckled softly at him, “We’ve finally met, haven’t we?”
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"who are you?"
It was an instinctive feeling of being on high alert.
Even though his memory was somewhat hazy, and even though he didn't know who this beautiful woman who suddenly appeared before him was, he looked at her and took several steps back.
“I am the master here. I can sense your fatigue and exhaustion. You have done so much for this world, yet you have received nothing in return.”
That's not fair, is it?
"And I am willing to prepare everything you desire."
He bowed gently to him—and then, the world spun rapidly, the beach of Chemos vanished before his eyes, and the surrounding scenery transformed into a richly decorated, tranquil room.
"you!"
“Salice (Saneh)...!”
"—I never expected you to be from the Southern Liang?"
Kasgar recognized the other party's identity at almost the same time.
However, the next sentence almost ruined the atmosphere that the other party had worked so hard to create.