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Chapter 74: Let Primarchs Know What Lies Beyond the Veil of Stars
The Master of Mankind stood at the formation's front like an immortal deity of war.
The Emperor bore his golden aegis; its surface wrought with the Imperial aquila in finest detail. A bronze cloak of overlapping scales billowed behind his towering form.
The blade in his hand pulsed with terrifying psychic might, coruscating flames dancing along its edge.
Raven sat perched upon his shoulder.
Together, the twin sovereigns would lead the Imperial forces to victory in this campaign.
The Primarchs assembled behind the Emperor and Raven in perfect formation.
Each of them had a presence and physique so mighty and divine that it was as if demigods had manifested into mortal flesh. Alongside Golden Custodians in gleaming auramite and Astartes from multiple Legions flanked the Emperor and his gene-sons.
Beneath their feet stretched a magnificent teleportation array.
The Emperor's Grand Design incorporated all the latest technologies from the many realities they had experienced. These innovations, refined through the Emperor's exceptional intellect, found new uses within this universe.
The flagship of the Emperor served as the first testing ground for such advancements.
This teleportation matrix incorporates principles found in the Super Gene Universe, allowing precise materialisation at specific coordinates.
"Commence the teleportation," the Emperor commanded.
"Forward, everyone! Let us deliver humanity's judgment upon these xenos," Raven declared.
The machinery beneath the teleportation deck hummed to life as it consumed power.
Massive reaction columns blazed with brilliant electrical discharge, crackling with barely contained energy. Reality itself began to distort around the assembled force.
"This is the teleportation technology without the Warp transit," Konrad Curze observed.
He experienced none of the transcendent revelation that accompanied traditional Warp journey, which gave him a momentary glimpse into the fundamental truths lurking within the Warp's depths.
Instead, he felt as if motion sickness was affecting him.
The other Primarchs felt similar discomfort, though they could sense the spatial distortions happening around them.
Everything twisted into impossible geometries before snapping back to normalcy. They materialised upon a platform of magnificent and terrible design.
The ground consisted of crystalline formations stained with congealed blood that bubbled through surface cracks. Shrines dedicated to the Dark Muses decorated the surrounding architecture.
Each of these monuments was revolting; these architectures were no place of worship but pyramids made of human bones and displayed several mummified corpses as decoration.
Slaves who had been caught as loot from Aildari raids had their entire skin flayed, and now they were hung from barbed spikes around the platform's perimeter like some charm bell, echoing the shrine with their eternal agony.
The air in this place carried a vile smell of a nauseating mixture of hallucinogenic compounds and the metallic tang of spilt blood.
The unexpected arrival of the Emperor's retinue left all the Dark Aeldari warriors shocked. They had set up defences in this place since the start of the invasion, setting up traps, ambushes, and sensors.
Yet, somehow, the invading force had appeared out of thin air.
Their surprise lasted mere heartbeats before they reacted with characteristic malice, shrieking war cries as they launched themselves at the Imperial formation.
"Destroy them," the Emperor commanded, his voice roaring like thunder, echoing through the ears of all present.
Sanguinius was the first among his brothers to answer the call of his father.
He launched himself upwards with the help of his mighty wings. In his hands were the blessed blade and spear, wreathed in holy fire.
The Angel carved through the enemy ranks like divine lightning made manifest, his blade cutting the finest Aeldari warrior before they could even know what happened, and his mighty spear ripped the head of Xeno's along with their spine in a single thrust.
Divine Steel sang the tune of slaughter, and the alien blood flowed as he moved through their formation with transcendent grace.
The other Primarchs followed behind with thunderous war cries, their powered weapons springing into action as they unleashed their wrath upon their Aeldari host.
Custodians and Astartes advanced in perfect synchronisation, unleashing devastating volleys that turned Dark Aeldari battle lines into butcher grounds.
[Combat enhancement protocols activated. Reaction time and physical output increased.]
The Gene Engine's alert resonated within Abaddon's consciousness, granting him supernatural speed and devastating strength.
"Sejanus, Aximand, do not become bogged down in melee combat. We shall advance directly to the Spire District. We must show those arrogant Dark Angels that the Luna Wolves are the supreme angels of the emperor!"
A Dark Aeldari tried to ambush Abaddon from above, but to his surprise, Abaddon grabbed his leg with ease, and he smashed his body onto the ground.
Abaddon kept his grip on Xeno's leg, pinned his head under his giant boots, and proceeded to tear his body slowly; the Aeldari's agonising screams filled the air.
The Aeldari's scream did nothing but widen the menacing smile on Abaddon's face as he finally ripped him apart, throwing his torso at another female Aeldari, who caught the half-torn lower body in shock, and an expression of sadness flashed on her face before Abaddon proceeded to cut through her in a show of his inhuman speed.
Ā In a display of bold gore and violence, he addresses his battle-brothers through vox channels.
"For Horus!"
"For the Luna Wolves!"
His companions roared louder with fierce loyalty.
They rallied to their Primarch and advanced toward the Spire District under his leadership.
Luther observed the Luna Wolves' manoeuvre from across the battlefield before addressing his gene-father.
"My Lord, the wolf cubs are advancing toward the Spire District."
Lion El' Johnson looked toward Luna Wolf and Horus, then raised his sword, roaring his command for all his sons to hear.
"Form upon me! We shall reach the Spire District before them. In this wager, we shall come victorious, and Horus will learn of his place, CHARGE MY SON'S!!"
"FOR THE PRIMARCH!!"
The Lion harboured no intention of accepting subordination.
He was the Knight King of Caliban, and by rights should stand first among the Primarchs as the Emperor's eldest son.
"FOR THE DARK ANGELS!!"
"FOR THE LUNA WOLVES!!"
"FOR THE FIRST PRIMARCH!!" x2.
Both the Dark Angels and the Luna Wolves roared their slogans, already shouting their Primarch as First, as they advanced like twin spears of unstoppable DOOM thrust toward the Spire District.
Both forces pressed forward with ferocious determination, each resolved to outpace their rivals.
Across the battlefield were the Ultramarines, who butchered through the alien defence line with ease. However, they kept themselves composed, unlike the violent brutality of Luna Wolves or the hurried march of Dark Angels.
"If they can contend for primacy, why should our Primarch not do likewise?
Marius Gage, who had witnessed the competition between the two Legions, ordered Ultramarines elites to rally around Guilliman.
"We should not involve ourselves in this rivalry, Marius," Guilliman stated.
"My Lord, ancient wisdom teaches that possessing no blade and possessing a blade but refusing to draw it are fundamentally different circumstances."
"We must command sufficient influence. Even if you do not seek the position of eldest son, you should surely demonstrate adequate strength to earn your brothers' respect and rightful place as the strongest Primarch."
Marius Gage tried to persuade his father; he had long witnessed the rivalry between the First and Sixteenth Legions.
Previously, he would turn away and vent his frustration on the training grounds, and when watching the sunset, he would always wish for his father's return.
When he finally did, their happiness soared. Not only did their Primarch return, but he also brought incredible wealth and support for their Legion.
Deep in the Ultramarines' hearts, their Father was undeniably the strongest. After all, who was more noble, more dignified? It was their Father, without a doubt.
Marius and his Battle Brothers would even gather after training, discussing plans to showcase the strength of their Primarch and inform everyone.
There is no such thing as the First Primarch; only their Primarch was deemed worthy of being the Emperor's favourite son. What need proof?
You fool, look at the wealth of resources and technology the Emperor provided to Maccrage, which equals the 13th Legion, a blessing that no Primarch received on their reunion day. NONE!!
Guilliman paused, observing his Gene-Son. Though he wouldn't voice it, he could read his son's thoughts exactly.
Guilliman mused as a smile appeared on his face, but he had to admit that Marius' words carried some weight.
The Emperor created twenty Primarchs, and none of them would willingly admit to being inferior to their brothers. Competition among these gene-sons was inevitable.
This was not a matter he could choose to avoid.
"Very well, we shall also advance to the Spire District!" Guilliman declared, raising his fist.
"We shall achieve victory!"
"VICTORY!"
The Ultramarines responded with passionate roars.
Other Legions, witnessing the Thirteenth Legion suddenly join the competition, likewise rallied to their respective Primarchs and advanced toward the Spire District.
No Legion would admit inferiority to their cousins.
The Primarchs faced no other choice; their sons were incredibly persuasive, yet they knew they had no option but to partake in the contest.
While on different planes of the battlefield, the Legions lacking their Primarch could only suppress their bitter expressions of resignation.
If only their Gene-Father were here, they could have also marched proudly to take part in a contest to win glory for their Primarch.
Alas, those blessed with their gene-fathers' presence were treasured beyond measure, while those still separated remained as forgotten weeds.
"Their actions are getting more emotional than rational. I fear that such actions may fracture the Imperium in years to come." Constantine Valdor inquired with evident concern.
Throughout human history, struggles for succession had frequently resulted in fraternal conflict and devastating civil wars.
The Emperor's expression remained passive, but he also could not help but have similar worries.
At that moment, Raven spoke.
"If we remained confined to this galaxy without expansion opportunities, competition among the twenty Primarchs would indeed prove more destructive than beneficial, potentially leading to civil war."
"However, we now possess the means to venture into infinite realities. Why concern ourselves with such limitations?"
"Let them compete across the multitude of universes. Let us observe who can claim the most realities, who can become the supreme overlord governing infinite worlds."
"Big Guy, I say once the Commorragh campaign concludes, we shall implant the latest Gene Engine iterations into them," Raven addressed the Emperor with unusual gravity.
The Emperor expressed reservations. "Would such action not prove excessively dangerous? They already possess tremendous power."
"They must command sufficient strength to contend with those malevolent deities if we are to ignite their ambition for multiversal dominion," Raven replied.
"Once the latest Gene Engines are implanted, we shall take them on our next journey across realities. We shall show them the true scope of existence."
"We shall demonstrate that existence extends far beyond this universe, that a single galaxy is unworthy of internecine conflict."
Raven resolved to locate a realm of sufficient power to demonstrate what lay beyond their current understanding.
Valdor asked, "Will this strategy prove effective?"
"Without question, Captain-General," Raven responded.
"If they master godlike power and witness the infinite scope of existence, yet still fixate upon this minor galaxy, then what reason would you have to fear them?"
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