Chapter 535 You Die, They Live

The Emperor raised his hands, and his left and right hands showed two different pictures.

The picture presented in the left hand was the wreckage of war, the displaced people, and the countless worlds trembling under the iron boots of aliens and chaos.

The broken families and the separation of wives and children were just the mildest of these tragic situations. Groups of living people were tied up and loaded with iron chains like cargo, and then thrown into altars and shrines to be sacrificed to the gods of destruction.

The dissolved people merged into nightmare-like mountains, with more piercing fire pillars than hairs on a person's body, one after another inserted on the mountains, forming one chaotic and evil picture after another.

The picture presented in the right hand was completely opposite, with no war raging on the land and no bombing of the steaming ocean. Some people survive in nest cities, some survive in the wilderness, and some survive in modern cities.

The pictures depict all the living conditions in the vast territory of the empire. These lives are good and bad, and the only common point is peace and stability.

The Emperor looked at Hope, clasped his hands together, and the picture that was displayed disappeared. He said to Hope in a deep voice, "Either them or you. This is the price of loyalty."

Hope looked at the Emperor and recalled how he was absorbed into the Weepers.

"Live up to the blood of Sanguinius." Hope's mind echoed the metal words engraved in the most obvious place in the chapter archives.

We are the sons of angels, and we will never watch mortals die. We fight for those who are not as strong as us, and for those we love, we live to die.

The Emperor looked at Hope immersed in the trance of memories, and did not show any emotion. There was no joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness. Even when he showed Hope the picture, his voice was a kind of indifferent calm.

He knew the pain and struggle in the hearts of the Weepers, but he didn't care.

In his long life, he had seen too many such things. Before the Lamenters appeared, there was also a Salamanders Chapter fighting in the dark galaxy with the same philosophy.

There was no substantial difference between the appeasement this time and the last time, except that the confused Salamanders became the equally confused Lamenters.

That's all, and it will only be like this. No matter how the Emperor's humanity felt sorry for the warriors fighting for hope in the galaxy, he would not let his emotions affect the implementation of the plan.

The Emperor calmly ordered Hope to stand up, and he had orders to give to the two chapters.

"Bashar."

Bashar heard the Emperor's voice, and the excitement of glory filled his body. He raised his face and restrained himself from losing his composure in front of the Emperor.

"The Weepers are not cursed. Repeat it."

"The Weepers are not cursed!"

Bashar repeated word by word, and a layer of cold sweat appeared on the back of his neck, just because he hesitated for a few tenths of a second and did not react at the moment when the Emperor's order ended.

What a shame! The first meeting with the great Emperor, he made such a big mistake!

Bashar hated the weakness of his flesh. His tongue trembled. He used his teeth to teach his stupid tongue a lesson. Blood and minced meat soaked his mouth. He considered whether he should replace this stupid tongue with mechanical equipment.

"Do you see him? His words are my words, and his will is my will." The Emperor gathered the light on Lin Fan, making him look more conspicuous.

The Man-eater Shark and the Weepers saluted Lin Fan. No one asked Lin Fan what his identity was. They were only loyal to the orders of the great Emperor.

"And these Eldar, they are the friends of the Empire and our allies against Chaos. You are forbidden to attack them."

These words made Bashar and Hope excited. They raised their heads suddenly and looked at the Emperor in surprise. Realizing that their direct gaze was disrespectful, they quickly lowered their heads.

Bashar bravely asked, "My great Emperor. They are filthy aliens! They are the enemies of mankind! We should destroy them all! Use their blood and bones to show your loyalty to you."

The Emperor looked at Bashar, wondering when he needed the blood and bones of aliens to prove his loyalty. Did he have the same interests as Khorne?

Turning his head to look at the Weeper, Hope also looked like he wanted to say something but stopped. The Emperor indicated that he could also express his opinion.

"They created unimaginable suffering on the planet, they made the warriors of the Chapter suffer unimaginable torture, they polluted and looted the gene seed bank of the Chapter. My Emperor. They are guilty!"

"So you want to disobey my orders?"

When the Emperor said this, his tone changed from calm to cold, and the light shining on the warriors was no longer as gentle as before.

The oppressive silence filled the hall. The Space Marines were puzzled by the Emperor's pity for the aliens, but they were unwilling to disobey the Emperor's orders. They just wanted a reason, a reason to form an alliance with the aliens.

It's a pity that the Emperor possessed by Perturabo was more divine. He didn't want to waste time explaining anything to the Space Marines, just like he didn't describe his plans to his descendants. He was very disappointed with the silent resistance of the Carcharodon and the Lamenters. He thought these tools would be more handy, but he didn't expect that the tools would need to be polished by him personally.

Maybe I should dispatch a fleet of Black Templars. At least they are obedient.

Looking at the emperor with an impatient expression, Lin Fan knew that his cold side was showing up again. He simply stood in front of the emperor and took over the right to speak.

"O glorious warriors! You are now participating in a sacred mission! A mission composed by the Emperor himself! A mission to reverse the power of the dark enemy!"

Lin Fan's high-pitched and impassioned words, combined with the difficult to pronounce and complicated high-gothic language, made his speech look like a sermon delivered by the bishop of the empire himself.

The emperor glanced at Lin Fan in surprise. He was surprised that this guy who was tired of religious red tape would do something like this. It also made his light shine brighter. The sacred background music sounded and changed with Lin Fan's words. It rises and falls.

"These Eldar friends! They are the key to this great mission! They are the key to the resurrection of a son of the Emperor, and they are also the comrades who severely damaged the Dark Evil God! The Emperor has entrusted this great mission to your hands, and returned I personally come down to give you a revelation, but you cannot understand the Emperor’s good intentions! You still resist the Emperor’s orders with a silent attitude, what a shame and blasphemy!”

The Space Marines were stunned, and they all knelt down. Horrified that he had interfered with the Emperor's grand plans.