It can be heard that the Mother of the Primordial Body also did not have any feelings for them, but tried to guide the emperor to get rid of them.

The two of them are more unreliable than the other in terms of family education.

"And then?" Fogen asked.

"She lived in seclusion on a planet until the end of the Battle of Terra when she was approached by Erebas, and the dark gods tried to bring her into the group, but she refused, and the two sides clashed, and after defeating the four-headed demons, Erda fell into a dying state, and was finally completely wiped out by Erebas's ritual dagger." Wei Mu further explained.

As mentioned before, Erda obviously has the power to surpass the original body, but she basically doesn't do anything serious.

Wei Mu didn't know what the emperor thought, anyway, if this kind of thing happened to him, he estimated that his blood pressure would be full because of it.

"So you two are alright?" Wei Mu looked at the two primordials and asked cautiously.

Neither Fogen nor Killyman were calculating.

In addition, so much time has passed, and the person concerned has long passed away, so I believe there should be no problem.

However, everyone feels and reacts differently about family relationships, and there is no way to predict it.

They didn't want to be devastated by this.

Or maybe they could use that woman to share a little firepower, so that they would have less resentment towards the emperor?

"We? No, of course it's fine, it's just a woman who has been gone for a long time, and I haven't even met her, so of course it won't be affected. Fugen waved his hand casually, looking unconcerned.

"In my life, I have had Ms. Yuton take on the role of mother, she is very competent, and Erda's behavior has not brought me any regrets in my life." Killyman followed.

If the Mother of the Primordial was a righteous and merciful person who fought tirelessly for the future of the race, and the end was tragic, the two of them might still be a little sad, and a situation like the one could not arouse any of their emotions.

"That's because the environment on your home planet is pretty good, but for example, Angelon, Mortarian, and Conrad Coz, these unlucky kids are different, and they probably hate that woman to death." Wei Mu sighed.

"My life is up to me", this sentence seems to be very emotional, but in fact, there are very few people who can "change their lives against the sky", and many people are basically destined for the height of the future from the moment they are reincarnated.

Angelon, in particular, had a butcher's nail in his head, and there was no solution to that thing.

"But that's not a reason for them to rebel and commit murder." "They have other options. ”

If it is more miserable, the whole galaxy is more miserable than the group of traitors, but the damage they have caused to the entire race has far exceeded the level of venting and revenge, and there is no excuse for the blame.

On the side, Fugen spoke: "Many brothers are actually jealous of you, Killiman, for your good upbringing, and emotionally speaking, you are closer to a mere mortal than we are. ”

Killeman was a little surprised by Fogen's assessment: "I'm just trying to make as many comfortable homes as possible for humanity." ”

Fugen waved his hand helplessly: "Maybe, but a good student is put into a group of problem children, even if it is a fairly normal behavior, it can be a kind of stimulation for them." ”

This reminded her of the classic Prince Regent joke, how Killiman justifiably mocked all the primordials in one sentence - didn't you all have a mother to take care of you when you were young?

If I really said it at the beginning, it is estimated that many original bodies would have to break the defense on the spot.

For ordinary people, children who grow up in a single-parent family environment have a much higher probability of learning badly in the future than in normal families.

Ever since Erda spread the Infant Primordial Forms throughout the galaxy, the Emperor picking them up has been no different from a lottery.

In addition to this, Vimu also told the two Primordials about the spell, the power that Erda used to defeat the four-headed demon.

The ancient language that contains the power of creation is released by reading the words, and there is no threshold for use, but the power is enough to rival the top psionics, but the individual who uses the spell will be counterattacked.

What's more, this thing is a separate system that has nothing to do with subspace.

Erda's assassin, Erebus, even began to doubt his own life when he saw the other party use a spell.

In his view, subspace should be the origin of all things.

However, the Divine Stick has always been able to maintain the perfection of faith through self-replenishment - as long as he has never seen a spell, the subspace is still the only one in Erebus's heart.

"So why didn't such a powerful force survive in the end?" Killiman asked.

According to Wei Mu's description, if the spell is matched with the current empire, it will definitely be able to easily crush most enemies.

"Because the Eternals, represented by the emperor, believed that the power was too dangerous, and that the universe at that time did not have a relevant force that could be counterbalanced, and once it spread, the consequences would be unimaginable, so they sent troops to attack the Tower of Babel, which had the entire dictionary of incantations." Wei Mu explained.

"Don't tell me that the emperor just destroyed the Tower of Babel like this, with his father's character, he will definitely back up that power." Fogen said.

"Yes, he did intend to do so, but his first commander stopped him." Wei Mu replied.

"The first commander?" This appellation alarmed the primitives.

"Ur Pesson, said to be the oldest of the Eternals, nearly eight thousand years older than your old father, was his first general. After the army conquered the Tower of Babel, the Emperor repented of his desire to keep the curse, as he could see the threat from afar, and this force would certainly come in handy in the future. However, the Emperor's rhetoric seemed to Orr as a careerist blinded by power, trying to control the fate of all, so he stabbed the Emperor in the back, stabbed the Emperor in the heart with his sword, and burned the Tower of Babel. Pastor Wei gave a general account of the situation.

An ancient and unfamiliar story, the two primordials had mixed feelings after listening to it.

"Speaking of which, Horus also rebelled because he was afraid of the emperor's ambitions, and history is really a cycle." Killiman muttered to himself.

This damn sense of fatalism is really powerless.

The group chatted and unconsciously came to the exit of the network.

The huge arch-shaped passage is covered with an illusory film, like rippling water.

Next, they only need to pass through this membrane to leave the network and return to the physical universe, where the ancient saint's magical technology gently separates the two completely different worlds.

Over there is the throne room, the very center of the human empire.

Killiman was fine, after all, he had been here once before.

Fugan felt a little nervous, he had committed too many wrongs before, and now he was a prodigal son who needed to seek the emperor's forgiveness.

As for Wei Mu, he was a little excited, just like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden.

I was finally able to witness the golden man's face, and I don't know if Aisha's corpse-like body has improved with the blessing of Aisha's life force.

"Everyone, please."

Trajan, the commander of the Praetorian Army, stood at the front of the line and made an inviting gesture to the crowd.

The group then stepped forward and slowly stepped into the thin curtain.

Crossing the boundary between fantasy and reality, what appeared in front of them was a huge palace resplendent enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people.

The brick walls of the temple are all made of gold, and there is no need for lights, and the incredible material itself will shine.

The walls of the hall are carefully carved with many magnificent epic pictures, all of which are the glorious deeds of human heroes who fought in all directions.

On both sides are flags embroidered with different coats of arms, representing families and groups that have made immortal contributions to the empire.

People walked in it, their feet constantly trampling on the ground, and the passionate sound was like an ancient war song.

In the center of the hall, the huge staircase is 100 meters high, as if it is a ladder to ascend to the heavens.

At the end of the stairs, at the top of the temple, is the seat of the Golden Throne.

It was a huge piece of equipment, with all sorts of unknown mechanisms and wiring buried under the hill-like steps, and the level of sophistication and technology was so sophisticated that no one in the Empire could maintain and repair it, not even the Dark Spirit technicians.

A small, fragile figure sat upright, with various unknown tubes stuck behind it, so numerous that it could cover an entire wall.

A living corpse on the verge of death, a king of eternal luxury.

The rotten skeleton is the Emperor known as the Lord of Humanity, and the race's only hope for survival in the war-torn galaxy.

The visitors held their breath and stared at him with their eyes straight at a distance of 100 meters.

From there they saw the temple of the gods, and the King of God was on high and ruled over his kingdom with just judgment.

Around Him stood other gods, demigods, and many heroes who had long since died and become heroes of history, cloaked in light.

However, when they rubbed their eyes and tried to get a closer look at the realm, it was as if nothing had happened, and the corpses on the Golden Throne were silent, without any sign of activity.

Suddenly, a cacophony of voices came.

Everyone turned their heads curiously to look in the direction of the gate, and found that it was dozens of forbidden soldiers escorting a large number of people slowly passing through the foot of the Golden Throne, blocking their way up the steps.

They could only wait for the forbidden army to finish their work before they could move on.

These people all wore some kind of special restraints, all of them were ragged and listless, and many of them could even see hysterical madness directly in their eyes.

A psyker who has been forcibly conscripted.

The Black Ship will roam the various Imperial worlds to collect the corresponding "taxes", ensuring that the Star Torch will consume enough of a thousand people every day to keep it burning.

This is the key to the fact that Imperial ships do not get lost when navigating subspace, and the small sacrifices made are simply insignificant.

The sacrifices kept moving forward, some cautiously looking up at the steps.

The Janissaries didn't stop them, as long as they didn't do anything out of the ordinary.

Pastor exchanged glances with many of them.

Some of them were very confused, as if they didn't understand what was going on, and they were also curious about what kind of identity Wei Mu was, and he could appear in the same place as them, but he had a very different treatment from them.

Some people are full of unwillingness, feeling that they should live a better life with the strength in their bodies, instead of being caught here as firewood.

Some people think that the coming death is extremely glorious, entering the throne room is the supreme glory, and meeting the emperor is a blessing for hundreds of generations, which is the real return to the golden throne.

Others are already dead, and the blow they have received has made them indifferent to their impending fate.

However, it doesn't matter what their mood is.

Escorted by the Forbidden Army, the thousand psionics were thrown into the furnace of the Star Torch in turn.

With the blessing of fresh fuel, the light released by the Star Torch in the subspace became even more dazzling.

At that moment, Wei Mu clearly felt their pain.

Logically speaking, death is only a momentary thing, and the senses of pain should not be able to do anything.

The soul is amazing.

However, Wei Mu still felt that for the intelligent beings of the Warhammer universe, such a rare relief.

No matter how painful it is, it is better to burn the soul for a short time than to fall into the hands of demons after death and be subjected to endless wanton play.

Seeing the poor psionics step into their deaths, the group was finally able to face the emperor.

They stepped onto the red carpet and climbed the steps step by step.

Due to the relationship between Wei Mu and the mortals, it was a little difficult to climb, so the original body and the forbidden army deliberately slowed down.

"I'm really convinced, actually built such a high step, did the designer consider the feelings of ordinary people?" Wei Mu tried to keep up with the pace of everyone, and scolded dissatisfiedly.

"Didn't you always say that if you were wronged, you would cry and roll around in front of the surface in front of the Golden Throne, now is a good opportunity, after this village, there will be no such shop." Fogen said with a smile.

"Then you can't make a fuss because of this kind of thing, I have to use it in the right place." Wei Mu was out of breath.

It wasn't until they climbed to the highest point allowed, more than a dozen meters from the throne, that the crowd stopped.

Close enough, visitors can see more details about the emperor.

The corpse in front of him was withered and thin, completely different from the invincible golden guy in the church mural.

If an ordinary person's body loses flesh and blood, there are not a few catties or taels left.

"Wait, something isn't right."

Killiman looked closely at his father's face and saw that the emperor seemed to have changed somehow from the last time he had been at the meeting.

"What's wrong?"

Vimu and Fogen looked at Kiliman curiously.

According to the description of the state religion, isn't the emperor the ghost he is like now?

However, Trajan, the commander of the Forbidden Army, also frowned, as if he was bothered by the same problem.

"Father, he seems to ...... Got meat? ”

(End of chapter)