"Plunge into the enemy's breast like a blade, cut out his heart, and you will know fulfillment. The Emperor gave us strength. In return, we give him victory!" Jaghatai Khan, Primarch of the White Scars.
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"You four must attack Yi Ti and find your brother, who is still confused about the path to follow." Aenar looked at the four men before him with a calm tone. His gaze turned towards the Golden Empire of Yi Ti.
Sanguinius was excited to hear that he would gain another brother. "Don't worry, my Emperor. I will bring my brother into the arms of the Imperium as soon as possible."
Aenar nodded and shared the information he had. "His name is Jaghatai of the Klan Clan, one of the hundred princes of the Golden Empire. He serves the God-Emperor of Yi Ti."
Horus, Vulkan, and Sanguinius showed murderous looks upon hearing the title of the Ruler of the Golden Empire of Yi Ti. How dared a mere mortal use the title of the God-Emperor of Humanity? It was blasphemy against the God-Emperor of Humanity, the highest level of blasphemy.
If the Inquisition heard the title of the Emperor of Yi Ti, they had no doubt that the Inquisition would be the first to knock on the jade gates of Yi Ti's capital.
Aenar noticed this, but didn't care; he looked at the Three Primarchs and the man who had not yet become a Primarch with a calm gaze.
"Yi Ti no longer needs to exist." Aenar simply declared the end of the oldest civilization on Planetos.
The planet does not need another civilization. Whether culturally, economically, religiously, or politically, the World of Planetos needs only one unified voice, the Imperium.
"What about the cities and population?" Vulkan asked with a serious tone; there was no kindness in the gaze of the Imperium's Most Extraordinary Blacksmith.
"Those who kneel live, those who refuse, die." Aenar said in a calm, even casual tone. He really didn't want to waste time indoctrinating tens of millions of people. It's better to spare the weak and kill the strong, so people can never escape the clutches of the Imperium.
Cruel, cold, and inhumane. That summarized Aenar's orders, but in a war between civilizations, hundreds of billions could die. He didn't want to waste time on an arrogant civilization that would not accept subjugation.
"The Emperor's orders are an inviolable decree." Vulkan replied with an even colder tone, understanding the Emperor's intentions. He didn't care how many lives would die; he and the Primarch brothers had already killed enough to be indifferent to any massacre or genocide.
Sanguinius, who was the youngest, was even more indifferent. He was the White Angel to the people of the Imperium; to the enemies, he was the most terrible demon. He could be even more indifferent than Vulkan when it came to massacring people, as he had been indoctrinated by Aenar since childhood.
Horus remained silent, listening to everything with an indifferent expression; only Konrad looked at the Emperor with a smile, a smile that seemed somewhat frightening.
"Our brother accepts your graces, my emperor." Konrad said, his voice couldn't be colder.
The four understood that Jaghatai would probably have to be beaten a few times to accept the Emperor's fist of love. After all, it was not easy or quick to make someone betray their homeland.
"I will leave Yi Ti in charge of you four. I hope you bring your brother as soon as possible, especially before my birthday." Aenar stood up and prepared to return to Westeros.
The four Primarchs stood up and bid farewell to the Emperor. "Have a good trip back, my emperor." All four spoke the same words as Aenar's back disappeared from their sight.
The four looked at each other with different gazes. Horus still showed hostility towards Konrad, while Vulkan and Sanguinius showed goodwill towards their future battle brother.
"When I become a Primarch, I would like to fight, Primarch Horus." Konrad said, surprising Vulkan and Sanguinius.
Although Horus was one of the youngest Primarchs, he was incredibly powerful, even reaching the strength of veteran Primarchs like Sigismund and Titus, which was incredible in the eyes of other Primarchs.
Horus's potential showed that he would be one of the most powerful of the Twenty-Two Primarchs. But now, Konrad really dared to challenge Horus right after becoming a Primarch; how could such a thing not surprise both of them?
Horus looked at Konrad and left, but the Primarch's indifferent and powerful voice reached everyone's ears. "I hope you don't beg for mercy when you get beaten and don't dishonor our Emperor, or I'll beat you so much your mother won't recognize you."
"It seems you really annoyed Horus." Sanguinius said with an amused tone. Being prevented from advancing for months by a mere mortal really hurt the Primarch's pride.
"Be careful, Konrad, Horus is not an opponent to underestimate." Vulkan, as the oldest in age among the Primarchs, advised the boy in a calm but patient tone. "He has the Emperor's trust when it comes to war."
Konrad looked at both Primarchs and did not answer, but felt their concern. A strange look flashed in his eyes. It was the first time in his life that someone felt concern for him. This was a new feeling he had not received until now.
Looking at the backs of both Primarchs walking away, Konrad murmured to himself with a complex look. "Brother..."
The Night Haunter had never felt love in his life, only the fear of people against him, who had great magical talents since childhood.
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The three Legions totaled fifty thousand Astartes. Honestly, a mortal empire definitely wouldn't need so much force. Just ten would be enough to wipe the country off the map. But Aenar wanted speed, so Horus, Vulkan, and Sanguinius advanced with full force.
Konrad's mages followed their leader in this war of extermination. Although, for obvious reasons, many Astartes despised these mages. In their eyes, real men used their fists and brutality to fight. Magic was a cowardly thing used by the weak against even weaker people. How could the Astartes not despise such beings!
However, Konrad didn't care about the gazes of the giant warriors; he wouldn't fight alongside them anyway, so it mattered little to the future Primarch.
"This Wall is impressive." Sanguinius said, looking at the gigantic wall with admiration. The Wall was so long that it would make you wonder how long it took to build such a monument.
(Note: I didn't find anything related to the Great Wall of China in the Game of Thrones Universe, so I created one myself. Just imagine the Great Wall of China, but much larger and taller than it actually is.)
"It doesn't matter; it's weak before our power." Horus replied with an indifferent tone. For mortals, such a wall was really difficult to penetrate, but all fifty thousand Astartes had the ability to jump over the Wall without any difficulty. So, such a wall was really useless in his eyes.
"Vulkan, I'll leave it to you." Horus said, looking at his war brother. There was unmistakable trust in his tone. Although the wall was nothing in their eyes, the wall was a symbol of power and protection for the people of Yi Ti.
Only when the spirit and determination of these people perished, was when they truly conquered this country.
Vulkan didn't speak and stepped forward. Half of his body transformed into pure magma; phosphorescent drops of dense liquid fell to the ground, making a loud and deep sizzling sound.
With a punch from the Primarch, a huge fist of magma advanced towards the wall, tearing through the air with high temperatures and hitting the wall directly.
With a loud, muffled sound and hot winds, the wall that had protected Yi Ti for thousands of years crumbled like a sandcastle. Stone by stone, they scattered everywhere while some unlucky soldiers were submerged in the magma.
"That must hurt." Sanguinius said with a disgusted tone; the smell of burnt human flesh was not delicious, much less tempting. Unfortunately, his superhuman senses prevented him from not smelling such a scent.
"They are soldiers; they must die for their country." Horus said, stepping forward. Behind him, the Luna Wolves Legion advanced along with the Primarch. Step by step, discipline to the extreme. This was a truly unbeatable army.
Ten Astartes would be enough to destroy Yi Ti, but fifty thousand Astartes were invading the country at that very moment. There was no hope for this ancient country.
What proposes a cruel truth in the eyes of the citizens of Yi Ti. No matter how many armies were sent to the front line, no man would even return to give news. This was more terrifying than destroying the country directly.
It was as if hope was disappearing little by little. Along with the means for Imperium indoctrination, many citizens began to believe in the God-Emperor of Humanity. Aenar's title facilitated the change of faith of these people.
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Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos (500,000 words written).
Percy Jackson: Godwyn the Golden.