The angel closed his eyes and soared along with the updraft pushed by the mountain towards the sky.

The water droplets suspended in the air were carried by the strong wind and flew across her feathers. A strong strong wind carried her along and drew a long arc along the top of the mountain.

Red quicksand splashes down from the rugged sea of ​​rocks like a waterfall.

This is a magnificent spectacle that only a low-gravity planet can produce, and it is now shrouded in the light of the red scar.

She did not stop because of the beautiful scenery in front of her.

Keep flapping your wings.

She flew faster and faster, rising higher and higher.

Leave the clouds and mountain tops far behind and fly straight to the top of the atmosphere.

She sprinted in the roaring airflow, and the rainwater froze and crystallized on her skin. The air here was thin enough to suffocate a mortal, but this level of hypoxia only made the angel feel a trembling and exciting burning.

She was panting and finally willing to stop for a moment.

At this time, she is already standing in the outer atmosphere of the planet, and this is the starting point for stepping into the infinite universe.

In front of you is the huge and red outline of Baal. Looking up, you can see countless bright stars that are too numerous to count. If you look down, you can clearly see the downward arc of the planet.

There was silence all around.

But inexplicably, Sanguinius felt like he was being watched silently.

Unlike the malicious feeling experienced in the subspace, this distant gaze contains complex emotions.

Because of nervousness.

The muscles on the angel's body tensed.

She slowly and gracefully adjusted her body shape and looked in the direction of her eyes.

Reach out forward, as if you are stroking something across the boundless void.

"Father," she said softly, "I know you are here."

……

The other side of the distant starry sky.

The golden giant named Emperor's Dream sailed solemnly in the icy void.

The magnificence of this battleship exceeds the ultimate imagination of mankind. It is not like an ultimate weapon used for war and destruction, but more like a work of art carefully forged from gold and marble.

A fluttering eagle serves as the bow, and the ship is covered with sculptures and a huge city composed of war temples. The hull and sides gradually become smaller, forming a spear-like tip. The engine unit bursts out of the cold ghost air.

Blue light.

Under the transparent dome of the War Temple is a magnificent reception hall.

Columns of off-white marble quarried from the scorching earth of the sacred equatorial region of Terra rise from floor to ceiling, supporting intricate silk gauze. The flags hanging are battle records, displaying stories from the Liberation of Terra to the Great Crusade to the present day.

every war.

On the observation deck at the end of the hall.

Two figures stood side by side, and four other golden-armored imperial guards as tall as iron towers were holding spears and costumes.

The figure on the left is tall and burly, and his whole body is shrouded in bright divine light, making it difficult to look directly at him.

In the entire physical universe.

Except for the Emperor of Mankind, no one possesses such boundless power.

Next to the emperor was a thin, withered old man.

He holds the imperial double-headed eagle scepter, wears a psychic hood on his head, and his face is shrouded in shadow. This person is the regent of the empire, the magic pattern Machado.

"My Lord."

Malcador, the magic pattern, spoke softly, "What did you see?"

As the second-most psyker in the Human Empire after the Emperor, Malcador felt a devastating psychic storm gathering on the Emperor.

Angel

The slightly tired psychic echo of the human emperor resounded in Malcador's heart.

Do you remember the plan you mentioned to me when you created the Primarch?

Don’t wait for Macado to answer.

The Emperor's psychic echoes are heard again.

"Plan?" Malcador frowned and thought, and then said with some uncertainty, "Are you talking about the plan to make some of the original bodies into women?"

At the beginning of the Primarch Project.

Malcador once proposed a plan to make all the Primarchs female.

Or rather.

Make at least part of the original body female.

Because when men gather together, it is easy for excessive competitive behavior to occur, leading to rebellious behavior and making things get out of control.

In comparison.

When dealing with conflicts, girls are usually calmer and gentler than boys.

At that time, the emperor looked at Malcador with a look like "Are you kidding me?" and then rejected the proposal without hesitation.

But now, this abandoned proposal has been brought to light again.

Does this mean...

"I retain your plan," the Emperor said, "but only a little."

"You mean that the ninth Primarch, who is about to be recovered, is different?" Malcador tried to make his language more tactful.

Not bad

The emperor nodded slightly, confirming Malcador's guess.

"My emperor..."

Malcador's groaning voice came through psychic energy, "Do you still remember the Trojan War during the ancient Terran period? Those famous heroes gathered together to fight for Helen and fought with each other. The blood of the warriors destroyed Oedibe.

The river was dyed red, and the bodies of the dead were piled higher than the walls of Troy."

"Even you..." Malcador's voice paused slightly, but he still chose to continue speaking,

"Even you died in that war, nailed to the ground by the brave Achilles. The body was dragged by two horses and circled the city seven times. In the end, it was I who escaped from the enemy's camp.

To bring you back."

I just want to taste failure

The emperor replied calmly.

As the oldest and most powerful immortal in human history, He has lived for too long.

He was the one who founded the Roman Empire, He was the one who traveled around the world, He was the one who was crucified, He was the one who walked seven steps in heaven and on earth and was the only one who was the only one - He played so many roles in his nearly infinite lifespan.

There is no shortage of losers.

For the Emperor of Mankind.

The experience of failure is even more important than success.

Are you saying that Number Nine's specialness will only intensify the competition between the Primarchs?

The Emperor understands.

My old friend does not want to talk about the past with me.

Rather, I want to use what we have experienced together in the past as some kind of inspiration for the future.

"That's right." Malcador said with concern: "In my opinion, the single female original body is even worse than the original plan - much worse."

The last two words.

Macado deliberately emphasized his tone to express his dissatisfaction.

No

I don’t know if it’s an illusion.

Malcador saw the corner of the emperor's mouth raised, and there seemed to be a smile on his face.

Primarch No. 9 is different, not just because of her gender. I have more expectations for her.

"You want her to become the Warmaster?"

Malcador said in surprise, "But the candidate for war commander already has Horus."

No

The emperor objected again and said:
Chapter completed!