Warhammer III

The Chaos Space Marine of the Night Lord suddenly saw a golden giant standing in front of him, his eyes were cold and shining with a light that was difficult to look directly at.

"Come and kill me! I am the one who deserves to die!"

These words seemed like the words spoken by the Chaos Space Marine himself, but also like the echoes and obsessions coming from his mind.

"You have always succumbed to psychic prophecies, but prophecies are not static. They only represent the most likely future. You could have chosen to resist fate."

The golden figure said slowly, without anger or blame.

"Then you could have told us the truth about the subspace, but you didn't. I'm being driven crazy and I have no choice!"

Hysterical roars resounded in the minds of the Night Lords.

"I don't tell you the truth about subspace because I don't want you to be affected by subspace, otherwise I have to"

After a pause, the golden figure continued:

"Eradicate you like we did the Second and Eleventh Legions!"

"It's too late. Anyone who is guilty must be punished, and I am no exception. She should be here soon."

There seemed to be an emotion of relief in the voice.

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

"Before I die, may I ask for forgiveness?"

The voice in his head was sad and self-deprecating.

"I don't blame you. If you can wake up again, I hope you can recognize yourself and choose your own destiny!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the golden figure gradually disappeared, and an assassin wearing synthetic skin rushed over.

The hidden blade in the assassin's left hand popped out, and the decomposition force field covering the blade emitted a light blue light.

"Assassin, your appearance does not surprise me. I have known you since your ship entered the eastern edge of the galaxy. Why didn't I kill you? Because your mission and the actions you are about to commit prove what I believe." The truth of everything I say and do is to punish those who deserve it just as your hypocritical emperor is trying to punish me now come and kill me!"

His words became extremely calm, as if he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

The assassin didn't hesitate, slashed his throat with the sharp blade and chopped off his head.

"Punishment is necessary. If I didn't have the innate psychic prophecy, would I not have reached this point?"

The sound gradually faded, and everything around him turned into endless darkness.

"The memory of the genetic father before his death!"

The Night Lords woke up from the vision. They immediately understood that this vision came from the Gene Father. What surprised them even more was that the Gene Father, who believed that punishment is justice and fear is a necessary evil, would actually beg the Emperor for forgiveness. his crime.

On the other side, Tai Yue was enveloped in blood and bat shadows, inspiring a psychic prophecy. The vision in the prophecy brought him to a laboratory.

There are twenty culture chambers lined up here. Taiyue took a quick look and found that they were all fetuses created using genetic engineering. They had just passed the embryonic stage and still looked like they had big heads, small bodies, and small limbs.

He saw Neos, or the Emperor, again, and beside him was the woman who had followed him to Moroch.

"These children combine our two genes and add the genes of powerful aliens. They will become powerful warriors!"

The woman looked at the fetus in the cultivation warehouse and said happily that as an immortal, she never thought that someone would appear who would inherit her genes.

"Erda, please leave first. Hedur and I have something to discuss."

Neos said expressionlessly, and only then did Taiyue know that the woman's name was Erda, the mother of the original body.